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Day 3, Part 7 "Fuck me, son, and give me some of that highly charged youthful essence" Les told Andy. Andy muttered "Oh fuck yeah" stroking his cock before he slammed into Les's ass seconds later. The group on the other side of the fire watched intently, interrupted only by a swig, hit or drag. Most gave an occasional tug to their junk as their cocks started to stiffen. Ken called Colin over and said to him "You're after Andy. You better fuck and breed my partner good or you'll regret it." Colin hurried over and got behind Andy, wanking his cock to full hardness. Ken got up and went to his tent, coming back with a canvas bag and sitting back down on the log next to the fire. The grunts and groans from Eric, Chris, Les and Andy drowned out the crackling of the fire. Eric and Andy started to thrust with a feverish pace until Eric finally slammed in and unleashed a gush of cum into Chris's hole. Andy fucked a few more minutes until he too was filling Les's guts with his seed. Eric savored the feeling of the loose, cummy hole for a few moments and then pulled out and letting Billy take over. Andy stood up and smiled at Colin who was nervously waiting. Colin crouched down and pushed his hard cock into Les's well used hole. Andy walked over to Eric and was talking with him quietly while Billy and Colin fucked away. Less than ten minutes after he started, Colin was moaning as his cum pumped into Les. "Is that it, boy?" Les asked. "Sorry, sir. That's all I have right now" Colin replied. Ken had been watching closely and then barked out "Colin... Over here, NOW!" Colin ran over and stood in front of Ken. "Don't move" Ken commanded. All eyes were on them as Ken reached into the bag. Pulling out the smaller cage he quickly locked it on to Colin's cock. Colin gasped as his foggy mind realized what was happening. "No more fucking until I say so" Ken barked. A few of the guys chuckled and PJ got up and walked over to Les, dropping his shorts and then stroking his cock. PJ started fucking Les just as Billy began to empty his balls inside Chris. Billy pulled out, fingering some of the leaking cum back into Chris's battered hole. Once he was out of the way, Andy kneeled and slid his hard cock into Chris. Andy leaned over Chris's back and whispered into his ear "Consider this a bonus gift." Andy and PJ fucked and fucked, matching each other's pace and grinning back at each other until PJ pointed at Andy and asked "You ready?" Andy nodded and the two pounded their bottoms harder for a few seconds before adding more hot semen to the hungry holes. Andy added three more marks to Chris's back and headed back to his camp chair. The group stayed around the campfire until early in the morning talking, drinking and smoking. One by one they headed off to their tents and crashed. Inside Colin and Chris's tent the two laid there for a few minutes. The silence was broken by Colin saying "This is all your fuckin' fault. I should be fuckin your brains out instead of havin' this damn cage on my fuckstick." "It's your own fault, Colin. Maybe Billy's a little bit too. Just don't be a dick tomorrow and maybe they'll take it off" Chris replied before falling asleep. Marks on Chris's back: ///X ///X ///X ///X ///X ///X ///X // (37)

The coolness of the Crisco on my hole feels so good but little did I know the Crisco was loaded to Miss Tina. The guest has 4 fingers in me when I start to feel the Tina starting to work and I want that fist in me so badly now. This his hand being bigger than I have taken before I know I'm being stretched wider but the Tina is making my hole so hungry as I want more. Mr. Benson is fucking the waiter by the window as we are on the ground floor and people can see look in which adds to the excitement of showing the world what slut I am. I can see his hand disappear and half of his forearm is in me when he starts to pump me really hard as I'm in chastity and my dick straining against the cage this is torture for me. When he pulls out the feeling of being so empty and wanting my hole full again. The guest tells Mr. Benson your boy needs his hole fuck for hours and he knows the place and the men who take care of me. Mr. Benson he is a slut and that would be really nice as he has been a good boy and needs it. Before we leave I'm given a heavy slam as the guest gives me a card and I'm to give it to the concierge at the desk. We get to this building that has to have been a government building of some type built 200 years ago. They tell me get out of the car and go to the door and open it. I'm all tweak up as I open the door and at the desk this very tall man is there. He ask can I help you in the most sexy English voice I have ever heard and his piercing blue eyes looking at me. I hand him the card and he says O you are the one we have been waiting for. He ask me the following questions. Are you on meds: No Are you POZ: Yes When was the last time you were given a load: 1 Hour ago Was it a POZ Load: I don't know So you take any loads: Yes Do you do drugs: Yes When was the last time: I was slammed right before I came here He tells me to strip and to give him my clothes as he puts them is the garbage and says you won't be needing them again. He puts a pink arm band on my right arm, then says you will be here for the next 72 hours, you will be fed a constant flow of drugs to keep you awake and your hole begging to be filled, you can't refuse and loads, dicks or fist for if you do you will be castrated. I ask can my chastity be removed, he is laughing and says NO, Then hands me these pills to take and for me to bend over as he puts something in my hole. He escorts me to a door then tells me the room is small and dark and I'm to wait there until the other door is opened.Once inside the room is dark like he said but through the other door you can hear some sounds, what ever he put in my hole is burning me up. It like 10 minutes before the each on the door is opened. There is a small red light and my arm bans is reacting to the light, there has to be 50 men is this room as it smells of SEX , CUM and PISS, the floor is sticky to my feet as I try to move around with out tripping. Someone grabs my arm and tells me to squat down and suck his dick. I can taste the cum on it as it must have come out from someone hole, I feel a fingers in my ass and they are working my hole, the one who's dick I'm sucking says get on all fours and shoves his dick in me, this feels so good as I'm moaning like a bitch in heat as someone puts a dick in my mouth. This goes on for some time then I'm feeling like I'm going to crash as I brought over to a hole in the wall he says stick your are in, I do I feel a prick of the needle and the rush of a slam. I'm brought to another rood that is like a shower stall and a fire hose is turned on me with very cold Water , they say what's next for me is they want a clean whore for what's coming. The room has very bright lights, this man dress in leather comes over and starts to inspect me as he has a clip board, he is looking at the brand on my ass then says very nice and welcome to the slave retreat. We are going to work on your hole for the next few hours and film for the world what faggot slut you are.

Day 4, Part 2 Chris walked over, pushed his board shorts down and kneeled over the large plastic cooler. Ken was right in front of him and once he was down, tied his wrists together and then tied them to the handle on the end of the cooler. Walking behind him, Ken kicked Chris's feet apart and crouched down, spitting on his hole before shoving his now rigid cock in. Chris yelled out, not prepared for the sudden intrusion. Ken slowly pulled back and thrust in again, knocking the wind out of Chris. The pace picked up slowly and after a few minutes Ken was drilling Chris's hole. He leaned down and told Chris "As much as I like fuckin' n breeding these straight guys, doin' a good queer like you feels so much better." Chris looked around and the rest of the group was now standing around watching him get fucked. His cock was as hard as it could get inside the cage and while it hurt, he ignored it, wanting Ken's pounding to keep going. It only lasted a few more minutes and Ken shoved in hard and started to cum. Chris felt the cock throb inside him and then the warmth of the cum fill him up. He moaned loudly and said "Thank you, sir" as the last spurts shot out. Les was next and he fucked just as hard as Ken had. Other than a few grunts and growls Les didn't say anything until after his load was deposited. "Thanks, boy. That's one hot ass" he said as he pulled out and walked away. Steve kneeled down, dragging the tip of his cock in the cum that was oozing out of Chris's hole. He slowly pushed in and moaned as Chris flexed his hole around the shaft. Steve always leaked precum and this fuck was no different. With Chris massaging his cock with his ass, the pre was mixing with Les and Ken's juices. Steve may have been skeptical when PJ wanted to bring Chris on the trip, but he wasn't any more. Chris was working his cock so well that Steve really wasn't fucking too hard. He knew he had to shoot soon so that the other guys could add their seed to Chris's cunt. His hips rocked and he built up speed, willing his cock to shoot. Ropes of hot jizz pumped into Chris's ass, getting him even sloppier. Steve leaned over and told Chris quietly "I'm sure you're one of us now. Don't worry, we got your back."

Part 2 - Social Blending Oliver stopped a few hundred meters from the Loeb Boathouse in Central Park taking a sip of water waiting for his friends to catch up. It was sweltering hot and they had been running for nearly an hour. Stretching his legs against the bench Liam caught up with him huffing and puffing and whinging about the heat. He plonked himself down on the bench drinking some water. "Did you give any more thought about the trip?" Liam asked placing the cap on his water bottle. Oliver stopped stretching "Stuck on a ship for seven days" he said looking at Liam "I guess it will be quiet". Liam chuckled "Quiet or busy, depends what you want to do" he replied smirking "or who you want to do". Oliver stood up straight and smiled "I could do with a break from New York" he said sitting down. "You never know you might even find true love on there" Liam replied looking at Oliver then laughing. Oliver looked down the path "That only ever happens in films" he said. Liam stretched his body out "Are we doing it then?" he asked looking at Oliver. "Yes let's do it" Oliver replied "are James and Brad coming?" he asked Liam. He nodded "Yes they both are up for it" Liam replied. Oliver rested back on the bench enjoying the sunshine. At 28 years old he had moved to New York two years ago having sold the tech company he built from scratch whilst studying at Caltech. He was a fairly unassuming guy from the outside at five feet nine inches and nicely built without being over muscled. His strawberry blond hair and brown eyes matched perfectly to his attractive face. Well educated he had made his fortune at 26 , he was always ambitious even from an early age. Moving to New York he hoped to find a better sex life or even a man. The sexual side of Oliver was a complete contrast, an insatiable sex drive often needing to get off four times a day before he felt satisfied. In his early 20's Oliver was going from bathhouse to cruising ground and could never get enough cock or ass. Contracting hiv at 23 years old after a drug and drink fuelled night and getting tag teamed by six bears and otters he couldn't walk properly for two days, he took in excess of 20 loads over five hours. From that day he swore only to top in groups as he couldn't go through that again. It also lead him to the dark perverted side of his nature, holding off from medication allowed him to gift men. He had a separate phone with dating apps on that allowed him to keep his identity safe. He would find a guy and date them pretending he still lived with his parents. When the guy would announce he had tested positive Oliver would break up with them faking shock and horror and never to be heard from again. Packing a juicy 7.5 inch cock he never had any trouble finding bottoms. Liam was a totally different character, he was also 28 years old and came from a rich New York family. Tall at six foot we was a lean mean fuck machine with his 9 inch cock, newly diagnosed he knew exactly where it came from. Brad had nailed him in the bathroom at one of the swanky restaurants in the upper east side after playing a starring game across the restaurant whilst having dinner. It was quick and over with in 10 minutes. He never blamed or accused Brad when he found out, instead he found him at the restaurant two months later and invited him around to flip flop fuck. Becoming a regular fuck fest he was soon friends with Brad's partner James and their friend Oliver. It was Brad and James who changed his whole perspective of being poz. He found a love of bareback sex and breeding guys, never stopping to find out if they were neg or poz. Easily he could make a guys eyes roll back when he moved in for the kill with his cock, hips like a jack hammer that left a trail of destroyed and wrecked asses in his wake. In New York he found his looks were quite an advantage, the cropped ginger hair and beard seemed to be sought after. He was ordinary looking with pasty white skin, his broad chest and trim body made guys melt to the point of doing anything to get him. "Finally" Liam said looking down the path at Brad and James sauntering casually. Oliver looked "I think James has had enough of running today" he said chuckling. Liam laughed "What took you so long?" he called out to them. James pointed at Brad "He found some muscle dude and snogged the face off him" he said rolling his eyes. "Turned me down for sex though" Brad said looking flustered and sitting on the bench. Brad the youngest of the four at 26 years old, he was also the sluttiest of the group carrying the highest viral load. An all American jock Brad was an aggressive ruthless barebacker for his age and not afraid to pin guys down to get what he wanted. If all else failed a few drops of something special in their drink would help the evening along nicely loosening up his target. Oliver had to admit that Brad scared the hell out of him with his tactics to nail guys. Brad came from a small town in Virginia, leaving home at 23 deeply involved in scandal after he pozzed up one of his cousins at a family get together. He loved nothing more than a squirming body underneath him trying to escape. At five foot ten with dark hair and eyes his body was muscular and thick like a wrestler. His grin was his weapon of seduction and the seven inch cock the weapon of destruction. Coming from a middle class conservative family he was very well educated albeit lazy. When the scandal broke around him fucking his cousin who was straight he ducked out at night and moved to New York, cutting off ties and not wanting to deal with the fall out. Whilst staying at a friends he went to one of the drag shows in Brooklyn and met James. After they fucked in the toilet cubicle Brad chuckled and said he was a pretty good at stealthing but wasted the condom on him. From that moment when their eyes met they fell in love and became inseparable. Time was ticking for Brad and he was due to start on meds in a months time at his next visit to the clinic. He didn't mind since he now had James in his life who also had a love for raw sex. James the oldest at 32, he had a long history and impressive tally of stealthing guys, always carrying prepared condoms for any eventuality. He was careful who he stealthed never revealing to much and nearly always they were fucks in cruising grounds at night. Wealthy from inheriting his fathers fortune they lived two blocks from Oliver and Liam. James on the outside a very business like man with his five foot ten stature and immaculately groomed black hair and smooth complexion, he was adequately built as he called it. He was very capable at restraining and holding the bottom guy on to his cock. A very suave and sophisticated character that almost hypnotised guys when he talked to them making it easy to seduce them. His speciality was picking out tourists in the city from overseas and fucking them using his condoms. He had no idea how many guys he may have infected having never stayed around long enough after the job was done. Since meeting Brad though he had calmed down a lot, still he kept a ready supply of special condoms. Once a stealther always a stealther, it as an addictive thrill he just couldn't and didn't want to kick. "Have you persuaded Oliver?" James asked Liam sitting down. Liam gave a thumbs up "Totally, looks like we are all sailing across the Atlantic next week". Brad laughed "Cruising more like" he added starting to hit on Oliver. "Cut it out" Oliver laughed pushing Brad away "if anything I will fuck you not the other way round". Brad grabbed Oliver's cock "I could do with a recharge before I start meds" he said giggling. James rolled his eyes and looked at Liam "Shall we book it then?" he asked. "Yes" Liam replied getting his phone out. Oliver leaned forward "Err no crap accommodation, suite only or not going" he said "period". Brad tutted "God we need to find you a lover" he exclaimed "someone you can adore and spoil". Oliver laughed "You mean like James spoils you?" he asked looking at Brad who was grinning with his hand on James's cock. The one thing they had was friendship that allowed them to sexually expressed themselves with each other openly. It made enjoying sex all that better when you could spend some passionate time with someone you knew who wasn't expecting anything out of it afterwards. Oliver though made it clear that when he found the right person he would cease all his antics and settle down like an old fashioned married couple. Liam finished the call to his travel advisor and telling the guys they had secured the two royal suites on the forward section of the ship. Considering they booked so late they were lucky to get suites at all, fortunately the previous booking for the two suites had to cancel last minute. Whilst not quite the top duplex suites he was hoping for they were the next best thing. James and Brad would have their own suite whilst Oliver and Liam would share the other. Brad got out his phone and looked up Dranuc line and became more excited reading about the Duchess Grill that was described as the height of transatlantic luxury for the discerning traveller. James laughed questioning if they were discerning travellers.

Day 3, Part 6 "Glad you could join us. I hope your being late was for a good cause" Ken said loudly. "They fuckin' DP'd the fag" Colin said excitedly. "And someone wasted a load all over our faces" Danny said, pointing at Colin. Ken nodded and said to Colin "We'll deal with that later." The group prepared dinner and sat around the campfire eating and drinking until everyone was relaxed. Ken, Les and Steve lit up cigars while the younger guys passed around a few joints. "Did you see the tattoo on the younger guy's neck earlier?" Steve asked. "I didn't see any ink on him. I wouldn't mind pulling on that ponytail as I pounded his ass, though" Ken replied. "Yeah, he's no stranger to fuckin' ass and hopefully taking it too. He had a nice little scorpion tat on his neck, right behind his left ear" Steve said. Les got up and added a few logs to the fire and pointed at Chris. "Newbie, how about you join me over on the other side of the fire" Les said. Chris got up and took another hit from the joint before passing it on. He shucked his shorts and then walked over to Les. "Have you been properly filled from everyone today?" Les asked. "No, sir. I am missing Eric and Billy for today, but I got two from the father and son Steve was talking about at the fishing spot" Chris replied. "Well, lets get that taken care of. I'm going to join you and take a few loads from the younger guys. Us old folks need to recharge often" Les said with a wink. Billy and Eric had heard their names mentioned and were soon walking over. Les pointed at Andy and yelled out "Andy, I need you over here." Chris took a spot and got down on his hands and knees on the sand next to the fire. Les smiled at him and knelt down facing Chris. As Eric and Billy approached Les told them "Our newbie is missing your donation for the day. I hope you saved something for him." Billy and Eric both smiled and Eric replied "Oh, yeah. We got something real special for him." The two dropped their shorts and moved closer to Chris. Eric kneeled behind him, spit on Chris's hole and thrust into the swollen pussy. Chris moaned out loudly and Eric asked "What the fuck happened to that nice tight hole I felt yesterday?" He started to plow just as Andy walked up behind Les.

Had not as much sex than I am used to recently so when a guy who lives close by and has fucked me before hit me up saying he needed to dump a load I jumped. Hadn't seen him for a while. We're not really a match in personalities but he is a good top. Went over to his place. Started with eating my hole (not many do that) and fucked a load in my ass in 10 minutes. We started chatting until he pointed to his cock. Sucked his cock until he was hard again. Just when I thought he was ready to fuck again he got a call. Some chit chat until he said "I just fucked this guy, he sucking my cock right now". And then "I'll ask him". Then he said a buddy needed to nut. Was I up for that? Sure! Kept sucking until his buddy arrived. Big hairy 40-something bear with a nice 7" and big hairy balls. Sucked him hard and he went straight for my ass. Asked if he should use a condom. Buddy said "Just fuck him". Another load in 10 minutes. Buddy watched. Big bear pulled out and buddy took his place. I tried to suck the big bear but buddy pounded so hard I couldn't keep his cock in my mouth. Hammered away for like forever before he shot his 2nd load. I was dripping precum but didn't cum. Started to suck the big bear while buddy left the room to clean up. At one point he stopped and asked if he could get my number. Exchanged phone numbers and returned to sucking. Pushed my head all the way on his cock when he shot his 2nd load. Not bad for a weekday. Was still horny as fuck when I went home because I didn't cum. Wondering now when big bear is going to call or message 😉

What he was was a cumdump without cum. With a caged cock with a huge lock. He had to wear it the math competition. It drove him crazy. Jerry didn't answer his phone. Rod was nearly beside himself. His pubes were growing back. The itch was lessened but once in a while, the hairs seems pointy and stuck him. The cage was tight. He knew he wasn't able to properly clean up down there and was afraid others could smell him. Rod made up his mind that Sunday afternoon, he would go to Jerry's place. He would do whatever Jerry asked if he would take off the cockcage. Meanwhile, Dom, Butch, Mac, and Jerry had been discussing th situation. They needed to take him 50 miles away to a larger town where they would whore him out. They had pix of all but his face posted. A deposit of $5.00 would get a face pic that was unreproducible. They figured the big jock would be worth about $50.00 per fuck. Oral $10.00. They had one more idea. They would let him top for the real sissies. $100.00 a load. They'd need measurements and a big series of dick pics. But, they had to convince him he could top. Well, they knew what pills to use. After his cock had been trapped for so long, they knew he would be ready to get out of the cage. If he agreed to top, he'd get out. They knew he would bottom with the cage on. They kOnew he was a cockslut. OK, so just for fun, they planned an afternoon of fun. It would be fun for them, but they couldn't leave Rod bruised. He had to look like a hot young jock whose ass was perfect and ready for anyone to take. His face was almost pretty already, so there would be cocks waiting to be swallowed to the root. Rod had taken Butch, he could take anything that showed up. Rod's adventures aren't over for sure.

Day 3, Part 5 "Fuck... that faggot can really take a lot of dick" Colin said, standing behind them and stroking his cock furiously. Danny and PJ fucked faster and Chris began to moan out "oh god... fuck me... harder... I need your cocks... fill me up." Danny grinned hearing Chris beg and grunted out "yeah, we are... gonna flood you soon." Danny started hammering furiously and PJ stopped. Danny howled out and began pumping his load into Chris's stretched hole. PJ felt the pulses from Danny's cock against his own and it made him start to shoot too. Twin jets of their DNA were mixing with the other loads still inside Chris. Chris yelled out again, his cock swelling painfully in the cage and spurting out, coating PJ's chest and abs with cum. He then felt ropes of cum splash across his face from Colin, all of their bodies getting covered as their orgasms rippled through their bodies. Colin moved back and watched the three guys just lay there, recovering. Danny pulled out and stood up, watching Chris lay there a minute more before he too pulled off and stood up, trying to stand on his shaking legs. Cum was running out of his hole and down his legs and once he was steady he reached down and pulled PJ to his feet. PJ gave Chris a tight hug and said "You're one of us for sure, now." "We better get movin' or Ken is gonna be pissed at us" Danny said, adding two more marks to Chris's back. They all pulled on their shorts and pushed the canoes into the water, paddling quickly downstream. Chris's ass hurt like it never had before. He had taken a few really thick cock's before but nothing had ripped him open like both Danny and PJ's dicks stuffed into him at the same time. Chris relived the double fuck over and over in his mind and couldn't get over the comments about them wanting to wreck his hole and 'knock him up'. He knew people said strange things while they fucked, their minds clouded in lust. Maybe they said this stuff to the women they fucked when they tried to get them pregnant. Over an hour downstream they spotted the campsite for the night and brought the canoes on to the sandbar.

Part 1 - Parting Ways There was hardly any wind in the air and the sun shone brightly on the group of graduates. Oxford had never looked so English as it did right now. Many of the graduates started to feel uncomfortable in their academic dress getting sweaty and sticky underneath. The time honoured tradition took all afternoon to complete, but at least it wasn't raining. Luca walked off the podium to applause from his fellow students, cutting a fine figure in his academic dress and striking blend of Mediterranean and English looks. One of a few bright students that entered in to university at 16 he had finally graduated at the age of 20. His parents looked on proudly at their son, he was assured a bright future with his results and was already fielding job offers from prospective companies. Right now though working was the last thing on Luca's mind, education finished all he wanted to do was take some time out and enjoy a bit of life before he had to work. The celebrations went on for several hours before Luca said goodbye to his parents and headed back to the dorm room. His university friend Mark was already packing his belongings half naked when he entered the room. Congratulating Luca and having a quick banter about how funny people looked in the academic dress Mark slumped on to his bed phone in hand and buried his head in social media. Luca took his hat off and yawned loudly exclaiming how tired he was from all of today's activity and began undressing. Mark discreetly watched his favourite time of day when Luca undressed. Luca wasn't tall just an average at five feet eight inches, it was the Mediterranean and English looks that really set him apart. Gio his father being Italian had given him his dark almost black hair and light covering of chest hair that trailed down to his groin in a perfect line. Sarah his mother came from England and gave him the eyes and looks, eyes that contrasted spectacularly being the brightest blue that seemed to change shades in the differing light. Amongst the other students he was also known as 50 Shades of Blue. At his young age Luca was impressionable and easily persuaded, more so when flattering or flirting was involved. In secret it was Luca's downfall, he just couldn't say no when someone paid him attention and they were male, not a slut by any means as he had some will power allowing him to draw the line. Mark loved looking at Luca's chest, so many times he wanted to run his fingers down along the treasure trail. It drove him wild and would often imagine what it would be like to have sex with Luca. The perfect body and tight swimmers build begged to be lapped up. Admired and loved. Mark felt the usual twinge in his groin and turned over on the bed. Luca was no fool seeing Mark turn over on to his stomach, he knew Mark liked to watch him undress or walk around the room nearly naked. They had spent 2 years living together and neither of them discussed sexuality, Luca knew Mark was gay but he never spoke about it for fear of being discovered himself. The last thing he needed was to make things difficult between them, after all he liked Mark and they spent a lot of time hanging out and he liked it just that way. The academic year finished it would be the last night they would be together, Mark still had another year to complete and hated the idea of another room mate moving in to Luca's bed. Luca returned from showering and hurried Mark along to get showered and dressed. He was taking Mark out for dinner as a thank you for being a friend. This time it was Luca's turn to watch the tall figure stand up from the bed. Mark was just under six foot and had a rugby players build, strong muscular legs and ample sized biceps. He was not ripped just very toned and not a bad looker either, his brown eyes were big and seductive, and his neatly kept brown hair showed he took pride in his appearance. Luca's eyes wondered down to his packet and could tell he was still semi hard, certainly he was not lacking in that department. Mark grabbed his towel and headed out of the room, Luca sat on the bed putting socks on then stopped. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake by not hitting on Mark. He had admitted to himself some months ago that he was attracted to Mark on many levels, had he just let the love of his life pass by. Standing up he perished the thought as stupid and finished getting dressed. Luca had played his life carefully at university, having a few encounters with some very hot guys off campus. Never giving them his real name of where he was living or studying, always keeping a very low profile and only doing anonymous meets. He could recount all 20 of his encounters, some just blow and go some fuck and go, never anything more and never twice with the same person. Luca was never short of attention from girls around campus and some of the openly gay students, keeping his cards close to his chest and focusing on getting educated. People only ever saw the straight side of Luca, never giving cause for anyone to question him. He was quite happy flirting with the females and enjoying the attention. Mark on the other hand thought he had been discreet around Luca and was banging up two or three regulars on campus, all discreet meetings to avoid unwanted attention. Luca had some idea as he often went out late evening with the lame excuse he was going for a run. Mark returned to the room and quickly dressed in a tight black t-shirt that he liked since it accentuated his arms nicely. Heading in to Oxford city centre they went to Travatina's Italian which had become their favourite eatery in town. "So this is finally happening" Mark said finishing his espresso "our last night at uni". Luca sighed "It has been great fun living with you these last few years" he replied looking at Mark. Mark smiled "I hate to think what I have coming next term" he said looking almost scared. Luca laughed "Hate the idea of someone else being your friend now I won't be there" he replied. "Your still my number one" Mark said sitting up in his chair "just don't forget about me stuck here". Luca felt a little embarrassed feeling that Mark was slightly hinting at something "Friends for life Mark". Mark nodded "Yes" he replied "so you are going on this graduation trip?" he asked. "Yes we fly to New York next Wednesday and sail back to Southampton on the Sunday" Luca replied excitedly. Mark refused to let Luca pay and paid then stood up "I want to see lots of photos" he said waiting for Luca to put his jacket on. "Think about Italy Mark" Luca said as they walked outside "we would love you to come out for a few weeks". Mark nodded "When are you going to Tuscany?" he asked watching a gay couple across the street. "Middle of July" Luca replied "we will be there for five weeks as usual". Mark smiled "Tuscany" he said dreamily "in July, gonna be hot" he said rambling on. Luca nodded "Yes but it is so nice" he said smiling "I have three weeks in the UK after New York". "So lucky" Mark said looking ahead "I mean having a home in Italy and here" he looked at Luca. Luca chuckled "It will be the last time I get to spend 5 weeks in Italy" he replied. The following morning Luca's parents arrived at 10am to take him home. Mark walked outside with them to say goodbye, Luca's mother gave him a kiss on each cheek and said she hoped to see him in July. Gio gave him a hug and Luca embraced Mark hard holding him tight trying to contain his emotion. It was one of the saddest days he ever experienced saying goodbye to Mark. He desperately wanted to kiss him, instead he inhaled deeply taking in his scent. When they broke apart their eyes met in a strange way. The look was enough to question how deep the bond between them really was. Mark helped Luca put his luggage in to the car and hugged him one last time. "I will see you in July" Mark said watching Luca step in to the back seat of the Range Rover. Luca smiled and looked back at Mark "Really?" he asked smiling "it makes it easier saying good bye now". "Send me the details and I will get my flight booked" Mark said more confidently having made the decision. Mark closed the door and watched the car pulling away from the dorm building. Gio watched his son in the back, the sad expression on his face said a lot. Both Luca's parents were beginning to be aware of their son's sexuality even though he didn't like to broach the subject. They invited Mark out to Tuscany having got know him through Luca and how he would talk about him constantly without realising he was doing so. They liked Mark and saw how easily the friendship between Luca and him had happened. It had crossed both of their minds that there may be more to the friendship that ran deeper. One thing was certain Gio could see the hurt in his sons eyes today of all days, maybe it was just Luca feeling sad leaving what had essentially been a home for him for the last four years. Luca looked at his phone and saw a message already from Mark, he opened it up 'Cheer up, will see you in July', smiling he typed a quick reply 'Already looking forward to it'. Luca sat back and chatted to his parents on the drive back to London and their home in Holland Park. It wasn't all happy when they first met two years ago. Mark crashed in to the dormitory room with confidence, he looked at Luca and said hello then dumped his bags and went out returning four hours later looking dishevelled. Luca kept his head in his books and ignored Mark hating how he noisily unpacked and disrupted his studying. By morning Mark was up and out by the time Luca woke up, he never heard him moving about or going out. His previous room mate Dominic had at least been friendly hanging out with him and studying together. Dressed for the day Luca went to the refectory to get breakfast before lectures, walking across the grounds he saw Mark trying out for the rugby team. It sent a shiver down Luca's spine. He hated sports like this and had a love for tennis, he hated even more that he had to partake in rugby at least once a week since it was part of their academic studies. He stopped for a moment watching the power of Mark steam rolling down the field then shaking hands with the team captain. The last thing he needed was a horrific sweaty sporty person living with him, the smelly socks and dirty kit left laying around the dorm room. Luca met up with several of his friends at the door to the refectory all keen to find out about Luca's new dorm mate. By that evening they had at least spoken a little more but in theory they seemed worlds apart. Mark was studying English literature and Business on a three year course and Luca found him to be very well educated and spoken. Something you would never gain from his outward appearance. Luca stood on the field in the pouring rain with his rugby kit stuck to his skin, wishing the ground would swallow him up. Mark was playing for the other side and several times they made eye contact and laughed getting told off for larking around. Being a contact sport where you played to tackle your opponent he could never imagine that Mark would take full advantage of this. Whenever Luca found himself holding the ball and running he knew full well that Mark made a beeline for him and tackled him to the ground purposefully lying on top of him until he let go of the ball. By the third time they played rugby together Mark was tackling Luca for no reason bringing him down and stopping him from even getting the ball. He found it funny at first then he started getting turned on every time he laid on top of him, it was getting weird now and Luca was starting to get pissed off with him without really knowing why. Having had enough he switched to tennis as soon as the weather got better, at least he was good at it unlike rugby. Mark was obviously disgruntled by Luca's change of sport but tried to hide it from him. They had become better acquainted and begun to hang out a couple of times a week and gradually their friendship grew over the next two years. Luca even looked after Mark when he came down with a bad bout of flu during their final year together. Luca checked on him every few hours during the 4 days he was struck down, half expecting to contract it himself. It was like a waiting game over the next few days, Luca was sure he would be struck down with it. Somehow he avoided it despite how close he was to Mark. Luca felt so much closer to Mark during this time, the temptation and want to climb in bed next to him was hard to resist. Thinking better of it, he retained dignity and just admired Mark's body. Mark went back to the dorm to finish packing the last of his belongings. He sat down on the bed feeling alone for the first time in years, Luca was an incredible person and so kind inside. He was now only beginning to fully realise how lucky he was to have had him in his life and how happy he made him. Mark saw a message from his parents saying they were 10 minutes away. He stood up and retrieved his medication from the hiding place putting it in his bag and zipping it up. Why didn't he make a move and tell Luca how he felt, could he even be sure he was gay since he never showed any sign indicating he was. Luca probably would have run a mile and even further knowing he was hiv positive. He might even freak out knowing that he had nursed Mark through his conversion. It wasn't meant to happen but then one to many beers and a dodgy hook up app on his phone spelled disaster and lead him down a path that came back and bit him hard. The weeks he had gone to counselling afterwards he used as discovery sessions trying to figure a lot of things out and clearing his head. Mark was unsure if everything boiled down to his own personal upset having to lie to Luca. He laid on Luca's bed then turned over on to his stomach burying his head in the pillow inhaling deeply, head full of regrets now that their time was over. Turning on to is back and cuddling Luca's pillow. His hand fumbled through the jeans waistband to his hard cock stroking it and inhaling the pillow again, quietly whispering 'Luca, oh god Luca'.

Note: This story is a work of fiction. I wanted to write a story that involved a married couple but there is no straight sex involved. Part 1: Coming Out I grew up in a fairly Christian home. Gay people were headed to hell as far as my family was concerned. As my teenage years came on I realized I was bisexual but didn’t dare tell my family. I played around with men when I turned 18 but maintained a girlfriend as well. Three days after turning 21 I was married. Not a great marriage because I needed something more. Sex was vanilla at best. Fast forward 11 years and the wife wants a divorce. Ok sort of heartbroken because of the kids but now maybe I could explore my bi side some more. I had a cousin(female) who for some reason I always held her on a pedestal. But because of her previous marriage I still had to maintain my alpha male image in my mind. The ex spread stories of me being gay and into she males as well. Unbeknownst to me my cousin wasn’t turned off by this. I played around with men and women for several years. One night while visiting my cousin at her work something inside of me changed. I was in love with my cousin. But I knew I still craved cock. One thing led to another and seven months later we were married. Sex was and still is great. But hiding the secret of being bi was causing me serious harm. The stress was literally killing me. So with her nudging I confessed everything. From that moment on things just got better. I always considered myself submissive so with her guidance I submitted to her. She is now my Gorgeous God and I am her Pet. One night she asked me my deepest darkest fantasy. I told her I wanted to be fucked and pozzed by a man with HIV. Instead of her being disgusted and repulsed she got this wicked grin on her face. Within a couple of minutes she was on the phone with a male friend of hers. An hour later he was at our front door. She greeted him and then had me undress him. He sat on the couch while I got between his legs and started sucking his cock. He was average length around 6 inches but thick. I had no trouble deep throating him. I gave him the best blowjob imaginable with my Gorgeous God looking on. Doing this in front of her turned me on completely. After about 15 minutes of me sucking his cock he bent me over the couch and rammed his cock up my ass. Thank my Gorgeous God for the butt plugs. I actually took him quite easily. He fucked me hard and fast and within a few minutes he shot a nice warm thick load up my ass. After he finished my Gorgeous God inserted a butt plug up my ass to keep his load inside me. He got dressed and left saying he’d love to do this again. After he left my Gorgeous God informed me that he indeed had HIV and that I would be taking his load regularly until I converted. She led me into the bedroom where we both crawled into bed and went to sleep. She did inform me that this particular weekend was going to be spent with me getting fucked by more men with HIV. I drifted off to sleep with a hard on and a grin.

I have 6 layovers in Phoenix this month. My first was Monday, 2 days ago. Before making plans with any of the local guys I play with, I wanted one layover to myself for some (hopefully) extra slutty fun. I was checked into my room, showered, and cleaned up by 2PM. I went on Scruff and placed a "come load my ass" ad on Doublelist. Scruff wasn't working for me that day, but had a few replies on DL. The most promising guy on DL wound up saying he'd be over in 20 minutes, but after 30 minutes passed I knew he'd flaked. So I decided to head over to Flex and see if I could find some fun there. I arrived right at 4PM. There was a decent amount of guys there, a mostly older crowd that was hanging out by the pool and hot tub. I focused my cruising on one of the dark rooms. I sucked a few dicks, fingered a few holes and got my ass fingered a few times. I was there for about an hour before I got fucked for the first time. I eventually found a guy in the darker corner with a fairly meaty dick. We felt each other up for a bit before he turned me around and started probing my ass with his meat. I'd pre lubed so he was able to slide in pretty easily. He went balls deep on the first stroke. It was a slow entry, but he did make me wince a bit. I bent over, grabbing a glory hole for support, and let him use me as long as he wanted to. Within a couple of minutes he was finished and stepped away. I don't think he loaded my hole, but the fucking felt good regardless. No one else was stepping up to take his place, so I decided to walk through the place and see what was happening elsewhere. I did a lap around the facility, and walked through the other dark room. Sitting on top of the padded table was a decent looking hairy daddy type, with a rock hard dick. Average length but very thick. I dropped my towel and bent over so I could get his dick in my mouth. He was loving the oral attention and after a few minutes he asked if I'd like to join him in his room, and I of course said yes. When we got there, I continued sucking his meat and he started probing my hole with his fingers. I opened my legs more and raised my ass up as an invitation to continue exploring my ass. Before long he got up and got behind me and slid his dick in. He fucked pretty slow, not a power fuck at all, but his girth felt amazing. We fucked and played for about half an hour...he either couldn't cum or didn't want to, and I was ready to head back to the dark room and see what was going on. By this time, there were more guys in the place. I'm not really into guys in their 20's or 30's, but there were a lot of them here now. I went back to the dark room. Someone had either turned off the single red light in the room, or unscrewed the bulb...but it was completely black in here now. I don't see well in low light as it is, and I could only feel my way around now. I was making my way around the wall, and there were quite a few bodies to feel. I found a place against the wall and stayed there for quite a while. I don't know what it is about being in a pitch black environment, but I get super horny. I sucked dick, got mine sucked, had a couple of dicks in my ass, I fingered a few holes...I was probably in there for an hour just enjoying it all. I was getting pretty tired and was super horny and I was ready to blow a load and head back to my hotel. I walked around the room, brushing up against many bodies, looking for a willing ass to fuck. I found a nice firm ass with a sloppy hole bent over the padded table. I slid in and wanted to fuck for as long as possible, but the guy was thrusting back on my dick making it impossible for me to control the speed of the fuck. I wound up unloading in him in under a minute. Longer would have been nice, but at least I got off. I went to get dressed, ordered my Uber, and got back to my hotel at 9PM. A guy on Scruff had messaged me, a VERY handsome fit guy. I mean, he's crazy handsome. The kind of guy that's so good looking, I wondered if he meant to message someone else instead of me. He wasn't up for any play that night, but we made plans to meet up on Thursday when I'd be in town again. We texted yesterday and today, and we're still planning on meeting up tomorrow night. I'm thinking this will be a long slow sensual fuck. He's got a great body and an above average dick. A long and slow fuck will be most welcome by him. He doesn't seem to be the piggy top type, but I guess you never know. I'll log that encounter in my next story.

i know there are no universal rules about this, but this is how i am. my favorite position is lying on my stomach under my Top. ( i'll happily move into what ever position He wants as we fuck, except me on Top of Him. For me, that is just too much like topping, even if i am the one being penetrated). But, lying on my stomach feels best to me because i feel most physically and emotionally subdued/controlled that way. And for me, that's a big part of fucking, the Top's desire to penetrate and leave a part of Himself in a bottom. i see it as He is the creator, the artist, and i'm submitting to His creative energy. As a bottom, i'm His receptor (and want to be). i can't say i never move, but my movement is a result of His influence on me, not something i am doing independently. i almost always moan, sometimes whimper, but i will literally fight any urge that isn't submissive... He is subduing me. Not unusual for me to bite my mattress while being fucked, my head my flail, but my ass remains in position and submissive. Some Tops kiss my neck or ear and that has the effect of making my back arch and my ass push into Him, but again, that is a button He is pushing (whether knowingly or not), and i cannot help the response.

The 18-year-old twink who has been fucking me for a few months hit me up on Grindr. Other people were awake, so I told him to meet me in the detached garage. He fucked a nice load into me. He tried hard for a second load, but it was not to be. I am full of his spunk as I type this for you.

Since all the medical experts keep saying that immune compromised people are at serious risk, I consulted my HIV doctor yesterday to find out just how screwed I am having fought my way back from a CD4 count of 49 to my last count of 439 last October. She said at this level my numbers are good and I would react like a member of the general population, and to just wash hands often and refrain from touching my face. That last bit is going to be the hard part - whenever I read something in the news about Trump I automatically *facepalm*.

I am in Thailand and a Brazilian guy messaged me on grindr, so we start talking this afternoon and seems like we were a perfect match and I just knew he was going to be good. We were talking and he told me I like a clean ass cause I like to eat it before I fuck it. I said no problem my ass is always clean because I like ass to mouth. He loved that answer. So he comes over and we are walking towards my bungalow he grabs my ass and asks if it nice and clean, yes! We come in and get naked right away he jumps on the bed and my head is right between his legs sucking his beautiful cock. I sucked his cock for about 15 minutes getting him good and hard and he got up and dove into my ass with his tongue it felt so hot! He stood up and starting poking his cock against my hole and rubbing. No lube just a bit of spit from the rimming , he is amazing nice fat cock that you can feel every thrust and he is switching it up fast slow but I love when he would stick it n deep. After about ten minutes of fucking he pulled out and I gobbled his cock and suck him Until he was really hard again. He returns to fucking me and it feels awesome! He starts breathing fast and going really deep into my asshole, I know what is coming and I throw my hands behind his ass and pull him in even deeper and he blew his load deep in my ass! I was blowing him after and said he had to piss. So I asked him if he liked piss play and he said sure! We went into the bathroom and I knelt down in front of his cock and he told me it was coming, so I opened my mouth at the edge of his dick and was rewarded with some piss, I gobbled it up and pointed his pissing cock all over my body. We went for a smoke and after he said want to suck my cock some more? Ah yes! I must have sucked his cock for another half an hour, I devoured it. He got up and asked can I fuck you again? I said fuck ya! He started fucking me and was churning up his first load in my ass it really does make great lube. He was fucking me doggy and going deep which I love, I was oozing precum by the buckets! Once again he started deep thrusting and I realized I was about to get a second load! Pulled him in deep and he shot his second load. When he pulled out there was all churned up cum and ass juice all over his cock so like a good bottom I cleaned his dick for him, from the tip right down to his balls it was delicious ! Brings my two week total up to 8 loads 4 in the ass and 4 in my mouth.

So this year, I accepted a position with a touring production of a show that travels the US. Its my goal to take a load and swallow a load in every city we stop in. Although due to the Coronavirus and how crappy our health insurance is in this country is, I don’t know how long it is going to last. But lets skip the impending doom and gloom and talk about my cumdump status. Our 1st stop was near Fort Lauderdale, so I took my first day off to visit Club Fort Lauderdale. It was a Tuesday and not knowing how busy ½-price night would be. So as to not arrive “too early" and get as much time as I could with the crowd, I arrived at 430pm so that I could also finish prepping before the fun started. However after arriving at 430pm, I was greeted with a line of people waiting to get in and when I finally got up, I had to take a basic room as the video rooms were out. Well that wasn’t that big of issue, so I just rolled with it. Before I even got to my room, I almost got dragged into some fun. Having cleaned out 90% of the way before I left the hotel, I dropped my clothes and ran back over to the room only to be invited into s now threesome, so of course I got on my knees and swallowed some cock with the door open. Being that open we got a crowd of onlookers and very quickly or threesome turned into an orgy when we had 4 folks in the tiny room… I stopped sucking, someone started sucking and then the guy who’s room it was asked the newest guest to fuck him and a condom came out. First I thought was bummer, luckily he couldn’t take it, so I presented my hole for inspection and he jumped in it. Same condom he had on with the 1st guy, so still wasn’t happy, but considering I didn’t feel fully ready it was good. After a while of that the party broke up with no one losing a load. After that I finished prep and started walking about the club. While I was walking around, I ran into the monster cocked and it was only then that we both realized that we had a language barrier, he spoke French and I didn’t, however he did finally understand that I wanted it raw. So for the remainder of the night he kept calling me a bad boy, and as long as he kept fucking me with that Huge Daddy Dick, I was happy. Throughout the night I got fucked by him and a few others, but I mostly spent the night on my knees swallowing dick and loads. The highlight of the night was a massive pumped cock that I jammed down my mouth and throat and the muscle daddy it was connected to. He ate my dirty hole which had been used all night and sent me home after I blew my 3rd load satisfied. Even though I failed to get a load up my hole for the night.

Quick stop at bookstore this evening ended with me nutting inside some husky redneck in his 20's. It started with me sucking off about 4 guys over the course of an hour. I gotta say that men are definitely cumming faster from my gum jobs than they did when I had teeth. After #4 was done, I went to a quiet area in back, and see this young bearded redneck walk in. Definitely rough around the edges, which was just what I needed. He stops near me, so I pull out my bone and wave it at him. He smiles and has a seat on bench. I walk over and offer my cock right to his mouth and he goes to work. He was a great cocksucker, but he pulls off and looks like he's thinking about something. I ask him "you want fucked don't ya, son?". He nods, and I tell him to show me his ass. He stands, drops his pants, and bends over on the bench. Hairy ass, and a clean dry hole. I spit a bit right on it and finger it in.a bit. He's really tight, so I start rubbing my dripping cock on it to help lube him. Finally, I start to push in slowly and he opens up without too much force. He relaxed and got into my rhythm, and I'm only thinking one thing- planting my poz load in his ass. I call him a good little whore, tell him his going to take my nut, and ask him if that's what he wants. He gives me a YES SIR! So I start fucking harder and faster, and as I'm starting to cum he moans that he's cumming. He clamped down really tight and milked my cock of its load almost better than it ever had been. I pause to let my spasms end, then fuck a bit more to mix my load up in his guts. I popped out, and I just knew he'd lick me clean, which he did. Perfect ending to a great bookstore visit!

There used to be a lot of them in the neighborhood, but not anymore so I've really stopped going out. There is a bar left in the East Village in Manhattan that is still notorious for its unadulterated back room fun. Last weekend I got really horny and the BF was out somewhere I decided I wanted some dick (many dicks, really) so I went to check it out. I forgot how much I love walking into a tightly packed, dimly lit, hot room of sweaty men all there for getting off. I'm a thin guy so I tend to get shoved around in a crowd. I've learned to just go with it, like crowd surfing. I love that feeling of being pushed around and groped with no real control. It was only a few minutes before hands had ripped my pants open and my cock was getting grabbed and my ass fingered. A few minuted more until I was forced down on my knees on the filthy floor and got the first dick in my mouth. I have no idea who. I know it was a big black dick. He came pretty fast in my mouth. I love how once you're down like that, they see you're willing to suck any cock. As soon as that first guy came I realized there were four more hard ones around me. I spent about 20 minutes sucking, swallowing another load in there out of the maybe 6 or 7 guys I sucked. At that point I got up of my knees, still sucking an Asian boy's dick, but presenting my ass. I've found that in a room like that, if I pull my pants down while I bend over to suck a dick, guys will start to play with my hole pretty quickly. When they realize I'm not stopping them, they usually start to finger me more aggressively which generally turns to fucking. I love not turning around to see who it is. Guys notice that and realize in just there for dick...any dick. Sure enough it only took about 5 minutes for me to feel the first cock head against my hole. I reached back to spread my ass and he was in me fast. He started fucking hard and that got the guy in my mouth turned on enough to cum. Then the guy in my ass shot inside, giving me enough cum-lube for the next. I dunno how many cocks I sucked that night, but three more guys did fuck me. I should go there more. I was still so horny the next night that I went to one of Manhattan's last bathhouses where I also hadn't been in years, but I'll tell that one later.

If I were to attend MAL, this is what I would wish for. It's the first night of MAL. I've already spent some time mingling with people in the lobby. Enjoying the eye candy, exchanging glances with other men, drinking a few beers. My cock is hard and I cannot wait to get into more comfortable and easy access gear and check out a dance party at one of the clubs. I change into my new leather harness and jock strap, slip into my favorite pair of boots, and grab my cowboy hat. I lube my ass up, because I am not coming home without a load in me and want to make things easier for any willing tops. My ass looks great in this leather jock. The harness attaches to it and I'm already getting my codpiece wet with pre-cum thinking about the possibilities. We get to the club, where it's packed, loud and smells like raw sex. I'm in heaven. There are several levels, so I check out each one, trying to find a good opportunity for some cock. As I go up, the levels get a little less crowded, and on the third floor I find a decent sized dance floor, with a few people here and there, and then I spot him. This gorgeous hunk, about my height, hairy, thick build, beard and devilish smile. I look at him, and catch him looking back. He's dancing slowly to the music, and notice that his cock is out, hanging low, with a 0 gauge PA pulling it down. I have always wanted a PA fuck, could this be my lucky day? I start dancing and slowly get closer to this man, I dance so that my ass is facing him. It looks good in this jock, nice and firm. Will it catch his attention? It's looking like it. He starts dancing and moving my way, and I notice his cock slowly getting larger and starting to defy gravity. I start backing my ass up closer to his direction, and eventually, I bump into him. By this time, I can feel the cold metal of his PA right at the top of my ass cheeks. That is the perfect height. I start pushing my ass up against his crotch, feeling his hard cock fully against my ass, opening up my cheeks with his thickness. He starts slowly grinding up against me, with his cock sliding up and down my crack. I can feel the metal graze against my hole and it sends all the right signals to my brain. He grabs me by the harness, pulls me close, turns my head with his hands and starts to kiss me as he grinds into me more. I can smell cigar and beer in his breath and beard. His cock is looking for my hole, I can feel it moving near my hole and look for that alignment as we adjust our bodies to help. Suddenly, we hit that right spot and his pierced head catches my hole just right, so that instead of sliding up and down, it starts finding its way into me. Thanks to my planning and how horny and turned on I am, my hole is ready for his cock. The pierced head starts sliding in, and I start pushing back into him to help it go in deeper. It doesn't take long before he bottoms out against me, and I feel his full cock inside me. It's just the right size, and the PA hits my prostate. FUCK, this random guy is balls deep in me, RAW, in public, and it is everything I have dreamed of. The song changes and the beat picks up, which is perfect as we start going into a full fuck, and no one can tell what we are doing. He fills me with his cock with every thrust. My cock is rock hard. He pulls me into him with his arms. As we kiss, I beg him to breed me. He puts his mouth to my ear and says "I already did".

You take that dick and thank him after. In fact, push him to fuck it harder.

A very thought provoking read. It made me re-examine my thoughts on converting again. I have already been through this a few times, but it’s always a good thing to ask yourself the questions again. I’ve been asked many times by guys if I am chasing. And my answer has always been no, the honest answer is, I’m looking to share an experience with another man and have his DNA convert me so I can share that bond. I’ve had guys tell me to go to a book store or bath house and just offer myself up. That’s not what I want, that’s chasing to me. I have also had offers to “poz” me, but they come with strings. They want to share me out, they want to brush my hole, or they want to give me a bump and turn me into a cum slut. Again, this is not the experience I’m looking for. When asked, I always say that I want to know who inseminates me and when it happens. Even though I’m in the submissive role, I still want some control over my own destiny. This is my life, my body, I am in control. I don’t think I deserve this or I want to fulfill a stroke fantasy. This is something I want for myself and want to have that connection with the one who helps me. Shared DNA forever. Like GermFactory says, this is life altering and there are consequences. I know where I stand in this respect. Okay, I’ll quit rambling now. Thanks for reading “listening”.

Day 4, Part 1 Chris was wakened by Colin's cries of pain. Colin's morning wood had his cock squeezed inside the tight cage and was digging into the sensitive flesh. A string of swear words kept coming out of Colin's mouth and finally Chris decided he wasn't going to get any more sleep and he crawled out of the tent. He laughed a bit once out in the fresh air, remembering his first morning after the cage went on. "At least I wasn't a drama queen about it" thought Chris. Chris started a fire and got the coffee pot brewing. While he waited, he started thinking about all of the comments that the guys had made over the past few days that he didn't understand, culminating in Andy's "bonus gift" comment from the night before. He wondered if the language gay and straight people used during sex was really that much different that he couldn't understand it. Then he remembered Les's comment to Andy about "highly charged youthful essence." Les and Ken were gay too, why would they use a phrase like that? Just as the coffee pot began to percolate, Chris remembered some of the stories and comments he had seen on the kinkier gay web sites he had been on lately. He had been watching a lot of porn and jacking off since his ex always seemed to be busy or too tired to fuck. He realized some comments on the sites were similar to the ones the guys had been making. His stomach began to knot up and he thought he had figured it out. His heart started to race and he began to panic. He took a deep breath and tried to figure out what he should do. There was no way for him to escape since he had no idea where he even was or where the nearest store, hospital or police station was. His phone was safely back inside the van so he couldn't call for help. He picked up the whiskey bottle that had been left near the fire circle and chugged a few gulps down. There was nothing he could do anymore if his hunch was correct. The guys started coming out of their tents as the morning warmed up and the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. Breakfast was made, then eaten and eventually the group started to clean up the campsite and pack their stuff up. Chris decided a confrontation now was not a good idea. He wanted to know where he was before he caused any issues. Ken could sense a change in Chris's behavior but decided to let things play out as planned. Chris was standing near the river, drying off pans and utensils when Ken walked up behind him. He could sense him standing there but it took a few seconds before Ken said "Thirty seven marks. That's a lot of dick and cum. How are you feeling?" "Like a well used whore" Chris replied. "Mmm, good. Then you're ready for some more. Drop your shorts and lay over the cooler over there" Ken told Chris.

Love being used in bars. Love not turning around to see who's entering me.

A HUNG TOP ROUGH FUCKS AND USES A CUMDUMP Hopefully this isn't too long (10 mins) [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/a-hung-top-rough-fucks-and-uses-a-cumdump-42728081

Earlier in the week, I visited my ‘reserve’ dealer because she was (eventually) picking up her phone. It’s the second time in about a month I’ve seen her (which would also be the second time in over six months). Last time, her sister’s boyfriend was there, a young bloke who calls himself ‘Tardy’ or ‘Tard’ for some reason and he and I seemed to hit it off pretty well. As I hadn’t been partying for several months, I had a few pipes before I left (I now live at least 90 minutes from Melbourne and stay in the city 2-3 days per week) and I offered Tardy some (as you do) and talked. We seemed to get along well. Tardy is a bit “rough around the edges”, very much a bogan - replete with the shaggy, unkempt dark blonde/light brown hair and the jail tatts, etc - and he was obviously a little slow (he was stoned) but good humoured. (He even joked that “Tard” wasn’t a reference to him not being that smart; that had never even occurred to me. He seemed like a decent bloke. But, as I had a few pipes for the first time in a while, I found myself looking him over and finding him attractive. He’s skinny but still looks more athletic than scrawny and does look a little older than he is (he’s just turned 22 a few weeks ago) with that rugged, hairy but young look. I hoped that it wasn’t obvious to anyone although I think he might’ve twigged that I had a quick look at porn when I went out to my car for a few minutes. He was standing behind me when I turned around but he gave no indication that he’d noticed and his demeanour didn’t change at all. Fast forward to a few days ago; the sister announces to me that she’d told Tard to leave. He’d only been staying with them because he was having trouble with the men his housemates; they’d jumped him in the street the night before I first met him and beaten him up. I really didn’t think much of it until I reached the end of their street and there’s Tardy on the corner, looking lost. He waved so I pulled over and asked him how he was. Even though he obviously couldn’t remember my name, he recognised me and was friendly but obviously down. He told me that he’d been thrown out and then asked if I’d ‘collected’? Me being me, I said “yes but I’m about to head home...” And then thought, “shit, offer him a coffee (and a quick pipe)”. He was reluctant to accept at first but relented when I told him I was stopping to grab one anyway (and would sneak a pipe) to ensure that I was alert enough to drive. Long story short, I only just arrived home a few hours ago. When we started smoking, the conversation really flowed. And I kept sharing more and more, by which time it started to get dark. I asked Tard where he was staying and offered a lift but it was obvious he’d realised it was too late to arrange any emergency accommodation. There was no way I was going to leave the kid sleeping rough (Melbourne’s had a shocking cold patch in recent weeks). I felt responsible for that. I told him I’d book a hotel room in the city rather than drive home and that he was welcome to stay there and smoke pipes with me if he wanted. Seeing his eyes light up with gratitude was quite a special feeling but he still was reluctant to accept. I was uncertain if he mistrusted my motives or if he really just thought it was too much but I really couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject of what his concern might be without making it look and feel worse. So I just went ahead and presented him with a fait accompli; I booked a room and gave him my mobile number so he didn’t have to decide until later what he wanted to do. The kid rang me before I even got to my car. I was really pleased. I actually enjoyed talking to him; he’s a good kid who’s clearly had a rough upbringing and I knew that I would never act upon the attraction I had for him anyway. When we got to the hotel, he was like a little kid at Christmas. The view of the city skyline etc was incredible for him. After a few more pipes, Tard announced that he’d find a way to pay me back and, I thought, alluded to sexual favours. When I told him in no uncertain terms that I expected nothing in return but he could pay me half of the hotel bill when he could afford it if he wanted to. He seemed happy with that and we were having a great time just chilling. Until a few hours later, Tardy suddenly said, with a huge mischievous grin on his face, “I’m horny as fuck. I’ll suck your dick if you suck mine”. My immediate reaction was more annoyance than anything else but, I admit, Tard voicing the idea had caused some movement of blood in my nether regions. And then he started flirting full on. It was either that or he was taking the piss. He touched my arm; put his hand on my leg and left it there too long. It even felt as if he’d reached toward my cock before taking his hand away. I kept saying “please don’t mate”. I was speechless otherwise. He settled a bit but the look in his eyes remained...and, by now, I’m now getting pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed. And then Tard’s lowered his pants and his cock is out. It’s a fucking nice one too. Pretty big and oddly thick and veiny for such a skinny bloke. He’s rock hard and playing with himself. I couldn’t look away. Honestly, I wanted to deepthroat him right then and I doubt I was hiding the look of lust on my face. Until he took his shirt off. His body is gorgeous and I couldn’t hide my attraction any longer. My erection was pushing hard to escape and Tard made it clear he had noticed. But I still said, “no.” This wasn’t my intention in helping him and I hated the idea that he might think that’s how he could, or should, repay me. Tard just said, “shut the fuck up. We’re doing this because we want to” and he leaned forward to kiss me; just a small, almost apologetic peck initially but then he moved close and started touching my body and staring into my eyes. His touch seemed confident and assertive at the same time as seeming gentle and calming. Then he started kissing me passionately and his hand’s on my cock. I remember just looking at his chest and his nipples and all I could think about was how weirdly smooth and hairless his chest was compared to his face and his arms and legs. How beautiful those huge brown nipples were. How, when you really looked at them, there were a few strands of blonde chest hair around each nipple and some tufts of slightly darker hair on his chest. And how enticing they’d be to wake up to if you’d fallen asleep with your face resting on that beautiful chest the night before (preferably from exhaustion while feeling a firm young cock slowly losing its erection but never quite becoming flaccid.) As much as I kept protesting that he didn’t need to do this, Tard just kept kissing me and touching me, coaxing me to respond. Not that I didn’t lose that battle the instant his lips and his caress set my senses on fire. We were both as horny as hell and when I kissed, then licked and then sucked his left nipple, he groaned. It was the hottest sound I think I’ve ever heard. This young man was as turned on as I was. He wasn’t doing this because he thought he had to. And he was already naked and moving to lie down on the bed, easing me with him. All I wanted to do was ask him how his skin was so soft..it’s really annoying how my over analytical nature doesn’t even lay off when my senses are on fire....so I grabbed the pipe, and went shotgun with a massive amount of smoke in his mouth. At some point, Tard paused and said, “you need to understand that this is not something I haven’t done before. I have. Sure there’s been times when I’ve hated myself for it. But there have been others where I enjoyed it. And I’m loving this and I want this. With you. You make me feel special. You don’t talk to me like I’m dumb, like I’m a loser. You’ve shown me more care after meeting me a couple of times than some people I’ve known my whole life. Don’t worry: I’ve sucked cock to get drugs. I fucked blokes to get drugs. I’ve taken plenty of cocks just to score. Fuck me dead, I’ve taken cocks when there was nothing in it for me except not getting bashed. I’ve been fucked full of so much cum by so many blokes that I used to wonder why they didn’t talk to my “dirty boy cunt”. But I like having sex on drugs too and I’ve begged for cock after cock and load after load because that’s all I was to them. Been there, only a few months ago. Got gangbanged by probably a dozen old men because they gave me all the gear I could take and them some. And, afterwards, I had sex with another old guy because he was the only one who asked me if I was ok. So I said thank you the best way I know how. I pulled him towards me, kissed him and said, “please come here and make love to me. And I turned myself on my back and lifted my legs up and said, “give me your load daddy”. And he did. He fucked another load of cum into me. And I loved him for it. He fucked me like I was the only cunt left in the world. He blew in me like all the others but then he kissed me and held me and even told me that he was fucking his cum into me. His cum was to seed my cunt alone, not to be passed around to the next cock. And I loved him for that. But I still enjoy getting fucked. I love it. I love fucking women too but, shit, I think there’s hardly been a month when I haven’t gone out alone so I could get my cunt pounded. I’m good at giving it and at taking it. Both to live and because I enjoy the sensation of it all. And now there’s you. A hot guy who’s so caring that he can’t accept that he’s even sexier because he’s a bit shy and a bit worried about getting some care back. You’ve made a difference to me, you know. The way you look at me with all that lust but then you worry that you’re like the other thousand dicks that have blown their load into my cunt. But you’re nothing like them. You cared about me when your dick wanted you to fuck me like a worthless cunt but you actually talked to me like I was worth talking to. I want this, and I want you to want me just because you want this too.” I know I just collapsed into him when he said that. And, somewhere in exploring his body, my cock and his arse crack rubbed against each other and the boy just sighed. A massive sigh. That alone made my cock go even harder and Tard must’ve sensed it too because he started working his hole back toward the head of my cock. I can’t honestly even remember what he said but it was along the lines of “I’m so happy you top. It’s going to be yours tonight. I know you’re dying to get my cock in you and you will. And now you know that I can’t wait for you to fuck me”...which, of course, was my cue to thrust into his arse. I’d intended only to insert the tip but, somehow, I slammed into him, tearing through his second sphincter as well. I’m blaming the bottom though: Tard’s entire body just seemed to heave and push back on me so I gently pushed in further. Before I knew it, my cock was exploring the walls of his innards. I love watching a man’s eyes react when you penetrate his hole and the groan he made was just magical. And then Tard blurted out, “have you ever slammed?” It sounds awful in hindsight but it was so hot, so unbelievably hot, at the time. “Yes. Have you?” And his eyes lit up. “We’re going to slam fuck each other one day soon, aren’t we?” You should have felt how his body wrapped around my cock even more when I said, “I have some fits. We can do it tonight.” And, at that moment, one of us moved in such a way that our bodies were fucking each other. I don’t know if I thrust into Tard or if he thrust his cunt back onto my cock but suddenly I had ripped through his sphincter and was balls deep inside him. I’m a bottom who’s learned to be versatile, especially if a man has already taken control of my cunt and fucked me silly. Flipping is easy then. But it usually takes the attempted destruction of my cunt to make my dick reliable. Even though I flip pretty skilfully nowadays, I rarely top first. But we were fucking like animals. It was as animalistic and violent a fuck as I think I’ve ever done. Everything I saw from Tard, every sound he made, every thrust demanding I go deeper and harder...everything just made my desire for him and his pleasure more urgent. My cock and his cunt were one. I doubt I’ve ever loved another human being as completely as I did as I was making mad violent love to him. And then we flipped. And flipped. And flipped. After a few hours of fucking, we held each other a while. I’ve kissed and licked and sucked every inch of that boy’s body. And we ended up staying for three nights. We invited a few other guys over after the first day and a bit and it’s fair to say that Tard’s almost as insatiable for cock and cum as I am now. I’ve booked him into a hostel for a few weeks so he can sort out what he wants. And he’s got a standing invitation to stay with me on the farm as often and for as long as he needs. I’m already missing him. I want his cock inside me. I’m encouraging him to get tested for HIV but that’s up to him. It’s my birthday next week; I’m hoping he’ll get tested so he can tell me, if he tests positive, that he’s giving me an extra special present. But that’s selfish of me, I know...but it’d add even more fire to our love making. And, of course, I want my cock inside him. Not because I enjoy fucking the young man and not even because he derives so much pleasure from it...but because I get to hold him and feel the softness of his skin and smell him. He’s already reminded me of something I started to lose sight of: that it’s important sometimes just to be there for people you care about and have them care about you...

I started like 2 years ago to bottom for any guy who wants to fuck me. was at the sex club at a glory hole wall. as I sucked an unknown cock, a gut touched my ass and pushed his cock inside me. with the other cock in my mouth I never turned my head around. in a few minutes the unknown guy had bred me... since I love just bending over in the fuck bench or glory hole having no clue who fucks me and letting literally anyone use my hole. even better if they shoot their babies inside me

I just took a homeless guys load in an alley in the middle of the day. quick 2 minute pump n dump

I am honored to announce I won two of the 2020 RavensEden adult industry awards for * Most Underrated Performer * Best Fan Video ("Powerfucking Jared Erikson" with JD Daniels topping me and TWilcox directing and editing) Here's to being the male breeding stock I am. Jared

I'd guess its gonna be a little different for each person as far as how well it fits and feels. This one works for me, have had it on constantly for for over a week at a time. [think before following links] https://lockthecock.com/products/multi-resin?utm_campaign=LTC February 22 40 Days Of Frustration EDM (MNQuz8)&utm_medium=email&utm_source=LTC Active&_ke=eyJrbF9lbWFpbCI6ICJqLmRyZW1hbm5AYXR0Lm5ldCIsICJrbF9jb21wYW55X2lkIjogIlFoQVp0YyJ9

faggots like us were born to be fucktoys and cumdumpsters. it just takes us different amounts of time to figure it out for several reasons. we are told we should be having safe sex and only with boyfriends and partners, one at a time and that we should have standards and a sense of shame and self-respect and pride. place a high value on having sex and just in a committed relationships blah blah blah. that's fine for normal gay men and boys but some faggots are born pussyboys. the Eason we exist is to be a human fucktoy and give males a hot body with a pair of fuckholes to dump their loads in.not just guys we're dating or guys we like, ANY AND ALL MALES that want to use us or any fuckslut that will let them. when it comes to taking loads we have a deep need. we don't care who blows their loads in us cause we are disgusting whores.we don't even care if we know the names of the men who fuck us or even what they look like. we know the guys fucking us have zero respect for us cause we are such dirty whores. we know hundreds of men know what trash we are but we are actually proud of it. most depraved perverts hide their shameful acts but we show off and openly brag about doing stuff most people would be ashamed of. I was lucky enough to be such an obvious faggot and cumdump that guys have always used me and I was trained to be a true pussyboy early so I have always been a bareback cumdumpster for whoever wants to use me and I live in a great city to be a cumdump. plus I have been able to find daddy and boyfriends that encouraged me to be a cumdump and actually whored me out to tons of men along with watching me take hundreds and hundreds of bathhouse loads each. sooner or later faggots like us realise what we are and turn into the dirtiest trashiest whores around. it doesn't matter what guys who fuck us look like or their ages, weights, status, sexuality, cocksize. we are basically human fleshlights. guys can do whatever they want to us and treat us as degradingly or rough as they want. I just had a guy spit in my face after he came in my ass and I said "thank you sir".welcome to the world of being a worthless cumdumpster xo

For the past few months I've been going back and forth on whether or not to make a move on my cousin. I found him on grindr and he's really hot. I was really close to asking him if he'd ever want to fool around when we were alone in my car over the holidays but I panicked and backed out. Yesterday I finally just said "screw it" and hit him up on grindr. I was so nervous that my stomach felt sick and my legs were burning and wobbly. But he hit me back, then he texted me and invited me over to his house! We both still live with our parents and it felt weird going to my aunt and uncle's house to do this so I asked if we could stay outside. He had me pull my car in the garage and got in, and we talked for a little bit. I told him I was a total bottom so my dick was off limits, then we kissed and it felt like I was having an orgasm. He's such an amazing kisser! Then I unbuttoned his pants and took his dick out and stroked it while we made out, then I gave him a blow job! It was incredible and my head was spinning the whole time. When he came I sat up and swallowed, then I asked if he wanted to hang out at my place. He's coming over today to fuck me and I'm so excited! I've been cleaning my room and waiting for my mom to go to work so I can text him and tell him to come over. I haven't been this nervous and excited about anything in a long time.

Day 1, Pt 8 Chris did as he was told and felt two fingers probing his hole. The last load from Colin was still in there but the other two had been absorbed hours earlier. PJ rubbed the tip of his fat seven incher over Chris’ hole and then pushed in. Chris took a deep breath as the shaft stretched his hole open. PJ’s cock was an inch longer and fifty percent thicker than Colin’s and that had been the only cock in him for at least a month. Once Chris got used to the thickness, he really liked how PJ fucked. He had a confidence in his strokes and would speed up and slow down based on how close he got to shooting. After a good twenty minutes, a whistle came from the campfire area and PJ started hammering Chris’ ass. Less than thirty seconds later he shoved in and pumped a huge load into Chris’ guts. He pulled out and said “suck me, quick.” Chris quickly turned around and took the cum covered cock into his mouth. PJ started to face fuck Chris just as Ken walked up. “Whatcha doing back here?” Ken asked. “Just getting some head. We didn’t want to wake up Colin and I like gagging the motherfucker” PJ replied. On cue, Chris went down all the way and faked gagging. “OK. Just remember the rules. Tomorrow you can fuck his brains out, not tonight” Ken said as he walked back to the campfire. Once Ken was far enough away, PJ let go of Chris’ head and smiled down at him. “Thanks for covering for me, bud. And the fuck too” PJ said quietly. He pulled Chris to his feet and hugged him from behind, whispering in Chris’ ear “It might be premature, but welcome to the club.” The group slowly came back to sit around the fire. They drank some more and then started to drift off to their tents. Eric walked up to Colin and gave him a stiff nudge. “You gonna take care of your newbie or do you want to sleep and let us to do it for you?” Eric said. “Fuck no” Colin said wearily. He called Chris over and the two disappeared inside their tent. Colin rolled Chris on to his stomach and straddled him. He stroked his cock for a few minutes trying to get it hard enough to fuck. He finally stuffed it into Chris’ hole muttering “Damn, I gave you a huge load last time.” Chris thought “This is almost as bad as the first fuck” as Colin plowed into his sloppy hole. After a few more minutes, Colin shoved in and groaned. Chris wasn’t sure if Colin actually came or just faked it for everyone else. He got the marker out of his shorts and added another tick to Chris’ shoulder and then rolled over on to his sleeping bag. Marks on Chris's back: ////

Intro 3 The following Friday, Chris’ phone rang. It was Steve - “Chris, can you come to my office for a few minutes?” “Sure thing” Chris replied and went back to the production area. He knocked on Steve’s door and went inside. “Close the door, please” Steve said. “Ken reminded me of one thing we forgot to tell you and a question to ask. Uh… Its really hard to deal with condoms on a trip like this since we need to collect all the trash we make, so everyone fucks raw” Steve said. "Oh… uh… yeah, I guess that makes sense. My ex and I used to fuck bareback too, well until I found out he was cheating on me” Chris replied. “Obviously, since you’re the new guy, we need to make sure that you don’t have anything that the rest of us can catch” Steve said. “I just got tested so I’m ok. It’s good to know you guys check this stuff out. It reminds me of the stuff I need to deal with when I start dating again” Chris said. “Yeah, you can’t be too careful. You might want to think about getting on prep after the trip, that way there’s one less thing to worry about. Can you swab your gums with this test kit just to be sure?” Steve said. “Uh… ok. Yeah, prep is probably a good idea since I want to be a lot more active than I have been” Chris said as he took the stick and swabbed before handing it back to Steve. “Thanks. 1 week to go. By the way, you ended up in the van with PJ, Danny, Eric and Colin who will be your tent mate. He was last year’s newbie so he can answer any questions you might have” Steve explained. “Eric? As in that Eric?” Chris said, pointing toward the production area. “Yeah, that one. A friend of his is going too, but he’s meeting us there since he lives near the river” Steve replied. As soon as Chris left his office and he had the test results, Steve sent a message to Ken - “newbie neg, no prep.” The week went by quickly and Chris got several messages telling him what to bring, all of which seemed normal for a summer time camping trip. He bought a few things like a new sleeping bag, bug spray, and sunscreen. The rest of the stuff like swimsuits, t-shirts, sweatpants and a rain poncho he already had. He added a douche bulb so he could clean out, since he didn’t like bottoming with a dirty hole. Danny dropped off a dry sack on Friday and told him everything he brought along needed to fit inside it. “Be ready at 3am on Monday morning. We’ll pick you up at your place” Danny said, grinning at Chris.

One guy, Jake, with whom I've been talking lately is, at 21, a few years younger than either Ari or me. Jake has known for the past four months that he is HIV positive, and he explained to me that he had chased hard for it, taking loads from guys who were up-front about being poz, as well as from random arcade glory hole cocks. Jake hasn't started meds and enjoys fucking around as both a top and a bottom. Since being diagnosed, he has fucked three chasers, two of whom have since tested poz but the status of the third won't known for a while as he won't be tested for a few more weeks. This tally doesn't include the possible infection of any guy who didn't specifically ask about Jake's status. All-in-all Jake estimates that, since converting, he has fucked six or seven guys, and taken an equal number of loads in his ass. Any how, I showed Jake pics of Ari, explaining that I wanted either have my Ari himself poz me, or have him arrange for me to be pozzed. Jake was definitely down for it, and asked if getting Ari to cheat on me would be easy. "I honestly don't know," I replied, and then asked "anyhow, how would I know if Ari cheated unless I caught him in the act?" Jake suggested I should orchestrate a 'chance meeting' with Ari where Jake could test the waters. I thought for a minute, and then mentioned Ari worked in a retail clothing store. With that information Jake came-up with a plan to determine if Ari would cheat on me, and if he did, it was likely Ari would end-up poz. And, if Ari didn't cheat, well, the door to a three-way was always open. With that, Jake instructed me not to have sex with Ari for awhile and asked where he worked. I agreed, and gave Jake the information, and also told him what days Ari has commented on as being slow-customer days. Thus armed, Jake could pick a time when he and Ari wouldn't be distracted by other customers, and during which Jake could test the waters.

Firstly, this is a true story although I might have changed a few names and to make it read OK, I can’t remember all the conversations so a bit of poetic license. The picture on my profile is me, hello, and I’m athletically fit and work out regularly with a good firm stomach and defined six pack. I’ve also got a nice eight inch uncut cock and smooth bubble butt (which I keep hairless as I love a smooth ass). I’m 31 and HIV positive and have been since November 2013 but my conversion was not an accident, rather it came about because I wanted to get bred in style, so to speak, and I specifically hoped I would to convert after playing at a BB party which was held in early August, 2013, and which was specifically hosted for those chasing. The party had been organised by Jeremy, (Jez), a 46 year old positive guy living in Acton in West London who advertised the party on BBRT. His profile specifically stated he was positive and that he had a high viral load. If you’ve ever requested a party invitation on BBRT you’ll know that if the guy isn’t online he may take some time to come back to you. So it was on this occasion. Although when I sent my request, there were already 30 odd guys who were listed as going. Perusing the list showed guys ranging in age from 24 to 56 and since this is the real world, they weren’t all super fit studs, (sadly) or more-or-less those with whom I would want to play, but there were definitely a few guys on there that floated my boat. One in particular, a 32 year old muscle hunk named Jamie was certainly fucking hot and dangerously positive. The party requirements were for neg bottom or versatile guys and for ideally poz guys with high viral load. Undetectable guys would be invited if there was space. The poz guys also needed to be top or versatile. The party acceptance list showed that there were about 16 poz guys going and 14 neg or no status on their profile, which, of course, could mean more poz guys. Either way it looked like good odds to get knocked up. And to me, well I’m a gay guy living in London. I moved here when I was in my late teens for University and ended up staying as I love the place. Not to mention it is great for a single gay slut boy like myself who needs it as often as he can and as dirty as he can, although to be fair I’d become more and more depraved as I gotten older. I’d been barebacking totally since I was 25 having had a few fuck buds I’d do it with before then. Then I just realised I loved it raw so sauna sex became all the easier as no one really bothered with rubber in there anyway. God knows how I managed to stay neg until 29, but I did. And I knew I had taken poz loads. In fact on those few occasions where I was being fucked by a guy who had either told me upfront that he was poz, or who was sporting the bio hazard tattoo, the sex was more thrilling than any I had had before. The thrill came from the specific danger that the top could change my life for ever. It was why I knew I needed to be pozzed: so I could breed too. A few days before the party, I still not had received an acceptance to my request, and I seriously thought about cancelling my request as I was playing over the likely scenario in my mind, which led to the question 'What the fucking hell was I doing?' But I didn’t cancel and the day before the party I (and another 20 or so guys) received an acceptance, so the prospective headcount was somewhere around 50 guys with the result I found myself hoping the host had a big house. Naturally I looked over the list of attendees, and to my pleasure I found quite a few by whom I wanted to be fucked. The guys ranged in age from 20 to 60, and about 60% were listed as poz, which led me to think 'We neg boys are gonna be fucked to death. Literally'. The party was an overnight affair starting on Saturday afternoon and finishing Sunday afternoon and so the day of the party I made sure my man cunt was douched thoroughly, and I also pre-stretched, using my biggest dildo. I took the tube and arrived at the party house at 2:00 PM, an hour before the official starting time of 3:00 PM. The party house was a huge Victorian semi-detached villa with at least four floors that I could see from the street. As I approached I found several other early arriving guests who were being checked-in by a man who was ticking off names on a clipboard. Although I had downed a couple of beers before I left my house, I sensed a bit of awkwardness, so I specifically greeted the guys who were waiting in line. The guy at the door was a cute lad, mid 20’s, athletic and dressed in shorts only so you could see his nice smooth chest and pert little nipples. He was friendly with a nice smile. “Profile name?” he asked, looking me over. “I’m Adame24” I said and he looked at his clipboard. “Yep got you” he said ticking my name off. “Neg boy” he said, smiling back at me. “Not for long, I hope,” I replied, returning his smile. “Make your way in and you’ll find the dining room on the left is the locker room. Take you kit off and store your clothing in a bag then head to the lounge. It’s naked only” he instructed. “Thanks” I replied stepping past him into the hallway. “I’ll check you out later” he said, winking at me. I grinned back as I walked through the door he had identified. I presumed from his last statement he was poz and without a doubt I looked forward to taking his load. I found three other guys getting undressed as I entered and they all looked at me and grinned as I started removing clothes. I followed the guys down the hall and towards the music and chatter. The house was very big and entering the lounge it seemed long and vast and quite full of naked guys. Even allowing for the fact that the party had 50 acceptances, you could reasonably expect some wouldn’t turn up but I’d have to say there was over 40 guys there. I didn’t really know where to go at first but I saw a large table set up with drinks so headed for it, and in route I got quite a few glances from the guys, even if when squeezing past the men, my cock was somewhat timid, even if I would say even if flaccid my cock was still impressive. There were all sorts of guys here and I scanned around looking for Jamie. I hadn’t yet seen him but I did spot a few other muscled up lads, the younger guys weren’t bad either especially one who looked like a teenager and was getting plenty of stares. Some of the older guys too were doing it for me although there were some that had plainly gone to seed but none were really fat so I guessed our host had been picky in his acceptances. I felt my ass being handled and turned to see a guy of my age, he had shaved head and short stubbly beard but his bod was as taught as mine. He was hot and, judging by his semi-erect cock, he had a big one. “Hey fella” he remarked in what sounded to be an Australian accent. “Hi, you okay?” I asked as I turned to face him. “That’s one fine ass,” he replied, grinning broadly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” “You chasing?” “I am," I replied with a smile. “Superb, mate,” he said. I notice his cock was swelling-up as we talked. “You?” I asked suspecting he was about to say what I wanted to hear. “No mate, I’m gifting” he answered, giving me a welcoming smile. I smiled while my cock got hard. Before we could do anything about it the music suddenly went silent and someone cleared his throat loudly. “Guys could I have your attention please.” I looked over as the naked bodies parted to show our host, Jez, stark naked too with a massive dick hanging between a reasonably toned body. He was a fine looking Daddy type with nice pecs and some chest hair. “Guys, welcome to my house. I’m Jez and I’ve organised this weekend’s soirée to help out a few of my negative friends and also some of my positive ones. Firstly, I love breeding and here tonight are 28 like minded guys who love to breed and pass on their DNA.” There was a few ripples of nervous laughter as he paused. “We are also joined by 16 negative boys who are totally fucked up presumably and chasing positive loads,” he continued again with a smattering of laughter. “So for the rules. You may use all but the very top floor which is roped off. All the rooms and beds are made for whatever depraved fucking you want to get up to. If you’re into piss could you do that in the bathrooms and please, no scat tonight.” He said looking towards two guys who looked away at his stare. Presumably he knew something about them we didn’t. “There’s lube all-round the house and anyone found using a condom will be asked to politely fuck off. You'll find drinks in this room and also you’ll find a stash of Viagra, poppers, tooth brushes and weed in here. If you’ve got anything harder then please feel free although please don’t burn my house down. There are towels in all the bathrooms and please shower as often as you want. We have food in the kitchen so help yourself.” “So the main event: all you neg guys are bottom or versatile so please pick up a red arm band from the table so we know who you are. Everyone else is obviously a top. And so you know, every top is not only positive but has a high viral load. A few boys clinically have AIDs. There are no undetectable guys here. Neg boys, make sure you try and take everyone’s load before you revisit guys again. You can’t refuse a cock either so get pissed and high and get horny for us breeders. Dirtier the better please. Some of us tops are versatile and I can understand a top taking cock while waiting for his erection to 'recharge', but make sure you're a top, make sure you take cock from the versatile neg boys so as not to waste any charged loads on a poz lad. Finally, tonight is about converting 16 neg fuckers into breeders. We have our duty cut out for us, boys, so let’s get dirty.” With that he finished his introductory speech and there was a polite round of applause and cheers. I turned back to the table and saw a pile of red arm bands. Slowly guys were picking them up and I did too wearing it on my right arm, my badge of shame. Negative and ready to be deflowered. The Aussie top grabbed my ass again and turning we kissed hard as he gripped my now erect cock. “Let’s find some space” he said, pulling me by my cock. He tugged me, letting go as we made our way passed bodies to an inviting leather chair in the corner. Aussie sat down and with his now erect 7 inches of thick cock pointing up he pulled me down and we kissed again. He started to jack my cock but I went down on him and took him fully in my mouth devouring his thick manhood. I licked the precum off and worked him hard while he moaned and pushed my head down hard, face fucking me a little. After a while he told me he wanted to fuck me so I swivelled round taking some lube and fingering it up my hole and smearing his cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto him as he sat there. He pushed up to meet my cunt and I felt his cock slowly penetrate my ring. I’d stretched my hole well today so I easily slid down his dick feeling him inside me. I started to lift up then dropped back down as I felt him meet my rising and falling. His cock felt good and my own banged against my stomach as I fucked him, sniffing on a bottle of poppers. We did this for a few minutes but I wanted to kiss my top so I got off, turned and knelt my legs either side of him and slid back down onto him again. Now I could kiss him which we immediately did and Aussie boy started fucking me. It felt so good being fucked and I steadied myself on the arms of the chair as he plowed my cunt. He was grunting louder and louder, “You want my poz load bitch?” he grunted through thrusts. “Fuck me, poz me “, I moaned back. He suddenly went into overdrive and fucked me fast and deep before I felt him slow and groan loudly. He held me hard on his shaft as I felt his cock twitch in me. His highly toxic load was pumping deep in my guts. We kissed hard while he kept his cock inside me making sure I got every drop. Finally we broke the kiss and I got off him. I could feel drips coming down my leg and reaching down I wiped it up with my hand. Looking at the liquid on my fingers I licked them clean savouring his and my juices. “Dirty bitch” he said grinning at me. “Fuck you later” and with that he got up and walked off. I got back to the table and watched a number of guys fucking before I saw my next breeder coming towards me. It was a younger guy of early twenties and he wasn’t what you’d call fit but he was good looking and smooth. His cock looked to be 6 inches or so and quite thick. “Follow me” he said, which I did obligingly We walked out the lounge and upstairs, I could hear fucking going on everywhere with moans, grunts, smacking and screams audible from every direction. My next top led me to a small room which had two floor mats. Two guys were already on one fucking like mad and he pulled me down on the other. No small talk, he knew what he wanted and pushed me on my back, lifting my legs up to expose my hole. He had lubed his cock and was plunging it into me within moments. I lay back watching him fuck me, his face was emotionless and he stared into my eyes pumping in and out of me. I grabbed his face and pulled it down and we kissed hard, our tongues dueling together.“Fuck me baby.” I moaned at him biting his bottom lip. He doubled his efforts and was hammering away at me for ages. The two guys besides us had obviously cum and they got up only to be replaced by another couple. Usually I like plenty of positions if I’m being fucked this long but he seemed to like missionary best and after a while I could sense he was close. “You want my toxic cum?” he asked me through gritted teeth. “Yes baby” I replied “Breed me” He pumped what must have been a heavy load in my ass as he came with a long, loud moan, cumming hard. I could feel him inside me. We lay together for a few more minutes, his heart was pumping so fast and his cock stayed inside my cunt. Finally he got of me and without a kiss said, “Thanks” and left the room. I felt like such a slut but to the side I could see the two guys in their thirties fucking missionary too. I lay still and watched the guy on his back getting fucked and he saw me grinning with beckoning eyes. I moved over and we started kissing while the top was fucking him. He tasted of smoke but it was hot to French kiss him while his ass hole was being invaded by another lad. I heard the door open and looking up another guy had poked his head round, he saw my available ass hole and was down with me in moments. I carried on kissing the guy and felt my legs being lifted and a new cock invading my hole. This felt bigger and I turned to look at the guy now about to fuck me, he was 40's, OK build, bit hairy but clearly a good size cock on him. He also had a few bruises on his skin and deep sores which I guessed could mean he was one of the guys with Aids. I turned back to the lad being fucked and we continued kissing as I felt the first thrusts in me. For a few minutes we were both being fucked and I carried on with the hottie while being fucked by the older guy. The guy fucking him suddenly started groaning and slowed as he was clearly cumming in the guy’s ass. He grinned at us both and after a few moments pulled out and got up. The guy stayed on his back and pulled me into another kiss as my ass was getting a serious pounding now. This guy was doing a good job of stretching me and I was really enjoying his efforts. Finally after a few more minutes he started to slow and moan and looking round he came in me. I could feel his cock twitch as he dumped his load. “I hope you like Aids” he said as he pulled out of me. I looked round and thanked him as he left the two of us. “Lick me out” the guy lying next to me said. I grinned and went down on his sloppy ass hole, it was quite full of spunk and there was blood mixed in the residue dripping out. I feltched the guy. I do love licking loads out of used sloppy ass holes. He must have had a few loads in there as I got quite a mouth full. I didn’t swallow immediately and we ended up snowballing the toxic spluge together and sharing. “Do me” I said and he did the same for me, licking me clean. Again we kissed and snowballed. “You just bottom?” he said finally breaking the kiss. “No I top too” I said grinning back. “Cool lets meet later I’d love you inside me” he said and with that we kissed and got up, looking for more poz boys. I went back to the lounge and grabbed another beer, there were less guys in here now but still plenty of fucking going on. I grabbed another bottle of poppers and a tooth brush. The latter was there to rough the anal passage up so we’d bleed and help the virus invade our blood stream. I needed to know tonight was worth it so I decided to make certain. The rest of the afternoon and evening blurred into a right royal fuck session with various highs and a few lows. The highs were getting double penetrated by the host and his fuck slut boyfriend who turned about to be the fit lad on the door I’d met earlier. They were really hot and stretched me so wide on their big double bed. I got fucked by a nice toned black guy while I took a quick shower and was happy to down a few guys piss while they came in to use the toilet. Black cock fucking my ass and guys depositing their piss in my mouth. Of course I did get a bit spit roasted too. But the pièce de résistance came around 11pm when Jamie suddenly honed into view. I hadn’t seen this fucking stud all night so maybe he turned up late but he saw me, came straight towards me, grabbed me and we were kissing hard without saying a word to each other. His muscular arms were gripping me hard. I could feel his fat dick between us. “Come” he said in a deep voice. I got dragged to a bedroom and luckily the bed had just been vacated so he threw me backwards on the wet sheets. He pulled my legs up and went down on my exposed sloppy ass hole. His tongue was inside me faster than a ferret up a drain pipe. He was eating me out so good, with fingers invading me too. I wanked my cock as he rimmed me. Finally he came up for air, pulled me towards him roughly and then spat the spludge into my face and mouth. Then started licking it off before kissing me hard again. We shared it between us but this guy was in total control and was holding me down as he kissed me. He bit my lip too and was on my nipples painfully biting them. I like rough but this guy was going to be leaving marks, I could tell. His fat dick kept banging my stomach and I was so horny to feel it inside me but Jamie was in control of me. I gripped his tight and pert bum cheeks forcing him down onto me and lifting my legs to expose my cunt to his cock. He didn’t need asking twice, he pulled up, grabbed my legs and pushed them towards my chest, then aimed his fat dick at my hole and pushed straight in. He didn’t even wait and luckily I was loose enough to accommodate him, just. He still hurt though and I actually screamed out. “Shut it bitch” he commanded and I fell silent and bit my lip. He went into hammer drive pretty quickly too and was fucking me deep and fast. I just about kept up but since he was slapping my face and squeezing my throat, slowly shutting of my oxygen, I had other things to think about too. I was so turned on and honestly a little scared but too horny to care. He kept on plowing my ass hard and although I was having difficulty drawing breath I was enjoying it so much. He finally let go of my throat so I could breathe then pulled out. Flipped me over on my front and dragged me onto all fours towards his cock then plowed back into me and carried on fucking me. He got deeper if anything and I was in heaven as he hit all my spots. I heard the door open and some guys came in but Jamie told them to watch only or fuck off. It seemed I was his bitch and he didn’t want to share. The guys stayed and watched Jamie continued to pummel my cunt and was slapping my ass so hard, I knew I’d have hand marks for weeks. No word of a lie, over the next hour ish, he fucked me in so many positions taking ages to cum. He was amazing and just kept going, we did get a bit of an audience although I noticed it turned into guys fucking around us. When he eventually came I was riding him on his back as he practically pulled my nipples off. He groaned loudly as he pumped his jizz in me and I crashed down on his cock to squeeze every drop out of him. It was the most amazing fuck and honestly he’s up there as one of the best tops I ever fucked. A real stallion. I collapsed on top of his sweaty body and lay there feeling him breathing fast. He pulled my face to his and we kissed long and hard again. Now that he’d cum he’d turned into a lover boy and we lay kissing for ages, feeling each other. Finally I got off his dick which was still in me. He was still hard too but the rules said we had to take cock from everyone before repeats. I must admit I was ready to go again but he pushed me off and said later. I was a bit disappointed but only for a micro second as two other guys were clambering on the bed next to me and were clearly about to rape me too. I kept fucking until about 5am but there were a few guys flagging by now with couples snoozing together after presumably fucking first. I think I’d had about 15 loads by now and had cum a few times. I’d used the tooth brush to rough up my ass a couple of times too or if truth be told I’d used any I found lying around of which they all had blood on them already. My cunt was certainly loose and sore by now but I saw a space on the settee in the lounge and sat down for a quick nap. No sooner had I closed my eyes than my cock was being sucked and looking down I saw the guy I’d feltched earlier staring up at me with his lips round my shaft. He had a couple of fingers in my cunt too but I knew he wanted to ride me and after a while of sucking me he knelt over me and slid down on my cock. I hadn’t topped all night so it felt great to fuck him. We kissed loads and I liked gripping his throat and squeezing as I tweaked his nipples hard. He didn’t complain and we fucked for ages. I got him on all fours at one point and was slapping his ass with gay abandon. After finally dumping my load down his throat, as he wanted to taste me, we collapsed in a hot sweaty mass and ended up sleeping together for a while. I woke up with him at 8 and he kissed me and left to find someone else to breed him. I got some quick breakfast and couldn’t even manage that without getting a blow job from a cute 20 year old lad who was neg too. I told him to take his arm band off and we found a spot so I could fuck him, he was just too cute to resist. The rest of the morning I needed to make sure I got a few more loads and I couldn’t remember everyone who’d fucked me (with a few exceptions) so I just took what came my way. Now that’s a real slut for you! I took another six loads by midday but there was a definite air of finality by now as I suspected the tops were tiring and so by 2pm Jez called to everyone to come back to the lounge and slowly guys did. “OK guys, we’ll call it a day. All you neg boys please let me know your test results and I’ll post to everyone to see how many we converted. I hope you all get what you deserve you dirty fuckers” he said grinning. There was another round of applause and that was that. So here’s the thing, I know I took two dirty loads a week before the party. Yep I should probably have said that at the beginning but in my book it was this party that changed my life. Three weeks later I actually got fuck flu which I thought was a myth but I was ill for a week and sweated so bad. My glands were swollen for ages, I just couldn’t get right. I got tested in October and got a text message from the clinic on November 12th 2013 to say I was positive. Epilogue – Happy to say I met up with Jamie again and again and again. He’s so fucking hot. I’m also breeding my pretty little ass off although I’m currently undetectable.

Mmmmmm that is fucking hot! More please?

For me, it's all about the dick and cum. I don't care how the guy looks. I just want him in me. If someone is that bad looking, I just close my eyes.

Apparently from Maverick Men

Day 1, Pt 4 “OK, men. Everyone knows the rules. The newbie is to be used by all of you at least once per day, after the first day. The newbie cannot refuse a request unless it is dangerous or he is otherwise busy. No one is to injure the newbie or prevent others from using the newbie. No cum is to be wasted, it must be shot inside, either orally or anally. And finally, have fun!” Ken said, the seriousness in his voice disappearing for the last sentence. They got up and headed back toward the canoes. Colin had other ideas, though. “Newbie. On your knees” Colin said. Chris looked back and realized that this was just the beginning. He pushed his shorts back off and got on all fours. A few of the other guys stopped to watch. Colin spit on Chris’ ass a couple times and then on his cock. He crouched down and forced his cock into Chris’ tight hole. Chris tried to relax, but Colin seemed to be as unskilled an ass fucker as he was a cocksucker. Finally, Colin’s cock popped inside. “More spit” Chris said and felt two more globs of spit hit his hole. Colin pulled out and shoved the spit inside, along with half of his six inch shaft. Colin sawed back and forth awkwardly and then began to pick up speed. Chris felt Colin’s hands grasp his hips and pull them back as he shoved forward. A few minutes later, Chris started to fuck himself back onto Colin’s cock. He kept waiting to hear or feel Colin getting close, but the awkward thrusting continued. After a few more minutes he gave a couple quick squeezes with his sphincter and felt Colin start to orgasm. “FUCK!” Colin screamed out as his cock started to shoot his seed into Chris’ hole. Colin pulled his cock out and pulled up his shorts. “I cum when I want to cum, newbie” Colin said. “Apparently not” Chris said as he stood up, sliding his shorts back up. He heard a few snickers from the guys that had watched him get fucked. “Hold still. I need to add my mark” Colin said, taking a sharpie out of his pocket and drawing a mark on Chris’ shoulder. Chris was surprised how being used as a bottom slut turned him on, but as his dick hardened, he felt the cage constrain it and it got painful quickly. They walked back and pushed the canoe back into the water and hopped in.

Intro 2 Chris’s jaw dropped as he heard the last word. He looked around the table trying to imagine them all fucking. He always thought that PJ was cute - from his dark red hair, bushy beard, and muscled arms down to his bubble butt and thick legs. He never really had looked at Danny too closely since he really wasn’t his type - a mid-thirties bear with dark hair that seemed to be everywhere. Steve was a tall late forties dad who kept himself in decent shape but other than a few tattoos was pretty bland. He was pretty sure that all of his co-workers were straight as an arrow. Ken had a shaved head, trimmed beard that had some gray in it and a muscled upper body. Chris could see that Ken had both arms covered to the wrist with ink and several piercings in his ears. He could easily envision Ken at a gay leather bar, but those weren’t the types of places that he hung out at. “It’s all guys, right?” Chris asked after a moment. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Danny asked, grinning. “Hell, no. I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you guys went that way” Chris replied. He heard a couple guys chuckle. “There’s one thing… If you go, you would be the newbie and that means that you haven’t earned the right to fuck. Only get fucked. I don’t know what you prefer so that might be a deal breaker” Steve said. “No, I’m vers so that’s not a problem” Chris said, surprising himself at how easy it was to tell his co-workers how he fucked. They had taken a big chance telling him about them fucking, so this seemed insignificant. “So, are you interested?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I think so… I kinda need to move on in my life and do new things. I hope it doesn’t turn into Deliverance though, hehe. I just need to ask my boss on Monday if I can have the time off” replied Chris, wondering if he was making a hasty decision. It did seem to be a good way to forget about his ex. He felt PJ squeeze his ass cheek a couple times and his cock twitched. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. Now, remember, no word to anyone else at work about this. If anyone asks, you’re going camping with some friends, OK?” Steve said. “I understand” Chris answered. PJ and Danny went to the bar and came back with a round of drinks. They made a toast to the trip. PJ leaned in and said “You’re gonna have a great time, I know it. It’s gonna be a trip to remember.”

Had been hooking up with one of my frat brothers for a while, but his gf found out so he’s not allowed to interact with me unless it’s frat stuff. (lol) been on a dry spell for a few weeks until last night. Had been messaging this older daddy type on grindr on and off since i was 18. Never had the chance to meet cause his kids were still living with him (they’re a few years older than i am.) He hit me up after one of my classes and asked if i wanted to suck some cock. I told him yes and i went over to his house. We chatted a bit and he pulls me in for a kiss, we make out for a bit and my hands gravitate towards his cock, which is already rock hard, and he invites me into his bedroom. We head there and he shoves me on the bed and strips me down, as i do the same. I get down to his cock and start to suck on it. he pulls me off and says “i’m about to cum.” so we get back to making out. I cant resist and i’m back to sucking on his monster. He moves me into a 69 position and starts to finger my hole, first just with spit. Then i feel some lube coat my hole, and shortly after that his tongue is fucking me. Like most bottoms, having my pussy eaten drives me insane. i ride his tongue a bit and then flip around. We make out some more and i mount his raw daddy dick. I slowly slide down to get used to his thickness and he tells me that i have the best boy pussy he’s ever had. I started riding his cock like a good boy and he stops me after 3 bounces and says “easy, im close.” I don’t stop. He pulls my shoulders on to his dick and cums, load 1. I climb off and clean his cock. He gets hard again. Moves me on my side and fucks me in the spooning position. He silently cums after a few pumps and fills me with load 2. I clean him off again. He gets hard again. “fuck you’re such a good boy.” He tells me as i’m on all 4s shaking my hole at him. He spits on his cock and sticks it on my hole again. He fucks me some more lasting about 8 strokes this time and gives me my 3rd load as i cum hands free app over his sheets. i clean him off, and he picks my cum up with his fingers and feeds it to me. I get my clothes on and head on home. he messaged me on grindr saying “i dumped every drop i had in you, best pussy i’ve had.”

I love the stress of having no control who is touching me out what they will do to me. It's kind of like the anticipation of bring a blindfolded anon cum dump (like when you hear the top come in, unzip and his pants hit the floor but you're waiting that second or two for the first feel of his cockhead against your hole.) Conversely, I love not having the stress of being judged by the top. I'm just a mouth or a hole for their cock. And I know that the first cock will be followed by a second and then a third, etc.

Chapter 2; After my morning lessons I had my usual strict homemade lunch to keep inline with optimal nutrition for optimal performance, both mental and physical, and done some revision. And then came my game of rugby. As always I was getting changed with my team mates in the changing room I was meant to be meeting with my 'Scruff' Dom, and on this occasion as I sat there in my kit my hairy ass-hole automatically twitched as I began to long for my post game meet. Mr Jackson bellowed; - C'mon, let's go. We played our game (my team lost), and afterwards I decided to walk the grounds for a while as the mixture of emotions I felt lastnight began to surge from the pit of my stomach. Okay, it was time. Would he actually turn up, whomever it was. I returned to the changing room, and Mr Jackson was there, taking a shower. He was facing away from me, and, there was no one stood where they said they would be, so, I sat down patiently on the changing benches. My showering P.E teacher turned around, only to display a very hairy chest lathered up in shower gel, and, above his low hanging balls was his Dick like I had never seen it before; FULLY ERECT! I was immediately lusting to have that beauty fucking my tight virgin ass. I looked upto his face, and he was looking directly at me, and gave an all knowing smile before he turned around again to continue his shower. Once washed he dried himself, still sporting this massive boner which I couldn't help but repeatedly look at. Once dried he put his towel around his neck, then stood in front of the shower area, with his back to it, and just stood there. OMG, it IS him! I looked up at him, to see an authoritative stud-smile looking back at me. My heart immediately started to pound away from my adrenaline rush as I stood up to undress. I hurriedly stripped my very hairy body naked, knelt before him, and clasped my hands as was clearly instructed to me lastnight. I had fantasized for years about kneeling before a Dom, giving over all control, and here I was. He took hold of his now fully erect Dick, took a step forward so he was now towering right over me, and began to masturbate over me. At first I could not help but notice those insane low hanging hairy balls of his swing back and forth as he tugged away. How I longed to take them into my mouth. I looked up at his face, to see him looking down at me with an intent fixed focus, and it was only a few minutes until that intent fixed focus changed into his face beginning to scrunch up in time with his breathing becoming heavier. Then, his mouth opened to let out a huge grunt with only seconds later my chest feeling something hot and wet landing on it. I instinctively looked downwards to see thick ropes of cum squirting out from his Dick splashing all over my chest. I had only had my own cum on me until this moment. It felt great. Even better that it was his. Once he was done and my chest had been coated generously with his thick, creamy, salty sperm he broke the verbal silence; - You are impressing me Thomas in your quest to be 'owned'. I am certainly taking careful consideration in taking full ownership of this fresh strapping young Man kneeling before me. If you wish to proceed for such full ownership to take place, then you will scoop up some of my cum from your chest, put it in your mouth, and swallow, all the while looking right into my eyes. Once you have swallowed, you will say; 'Thank you, Sir'. And that is just what I did! - Thank you, Sir. - Good boy. As I looked down at my chest to admire the rest of his generous coating of Dom-spunk, we heard the outer door to the changing room swing open. Someone was coming in. - Quick boy, jump into the shower. I jumped in, quickly turned the water on, and faced with my back to Sir and the incoming person. He took the towel from his neck and pretended he was drying himself. The inner door to the changing room swung open, and in walked another teacher. - Aaaaaahhhh, Mr Jackson, I thought I might find you here, I wanted to talk to you about .... This other teacher started to babble on about something I wasn't interested in thus did not pay any attention to. I was pretending to shower, well, I was semi taking a shower, but I was also discreetly scooping up more of Sir's salty cum from my chest, and eating it. It tasted so fucking GOOD!! I scooped up more and lathered it into my hair as though I was washing it. Well, I had to make my shower look authentic now 😉 The other teacher soon left, leaving myself and Mr Jackson alone again. He joined me in the shower, and there we were, facing each other, water cascading down our hairy bodies, mine covered in mud from the game earlier, and his recent explosion of Dom-cum. I took the last bit of his sperm that I could find, scooped it up, and reached behind me, fingering it into my hairy hole. - I see where you will be wanting some of my loads in the future. Very nice! For now boy, I want you again to kneel before me with your hands behind your back. - Yes Sir. I once again knelt before him, looked up, and saw his Dick starting to grow even though he had just shot his load all over me. I so needed him to be deep inside of me, fucking my brains out, and this time coating the insides of my ass, instead of my chest. Before his Dick had the chance to become fully erect he took hold of it, stood over me, and ordered me to open my mouth and to keep it open, then started pissing all over my chest. 'Oh YES', that felt so good. Compared to the cooler shower water it felt like a soothing hot bath. It felt that good I'd be more than happy to bathe in his warm salty piss. He leaned in closer and took his aim higher so that his Golden-juice was now shooting into the centre of my very open wide mouth which soon filled up. I didn't know what to do at this point, but instinctively swallowed, then opened wide for more. I could tell my drinking up was pleasing him immensely.

I was not to my car and she text me, fuck that bitch obeys. Her text read, thank you but I am not sure I should do this again. I do not know what came over me but I am just so horny lately. Thanks but you will probably not hear from me again. I text her back, I give you a few hours and you will need more dick and cum. I know a hot sexy slut when I see one and your hubby will not be able to satisfy you with his white dick. You need real men so no more foolish shit, be ready in two hours. Do not text me asking what happens in two hours. Just be ready to be a little whore again. I could see started to text and then stopped. Good little cunt I thought, I immediately text two of my boys, they were both free and told them to be to her place at 2:30 and her pussy needed attention. They wanted some more details and I told them a horny white bitch who was married and her hubbies dick could not satisfy her needed black dick and cum deep in her. They both asked if she was fertile, not anymore I said. She has a black baby in her but does not seem to know it. She will need black dick from now on so get over there and show her what she misses every night. They text back and said they would and they were always down to fuck some white pussy. I text at 2:10 to make sure they were on time and my buddy Jerome was and Tyrone was not not. Text back and told Jerome to leave the door unlocked and that Tyrone should just walk in when he gets there. I then text Molly. Baby, you are one lucky girl. Make sure you take your panties off and be in a little dress by 2:30 when the door bell rings and answer it and tell the tall black man you have been waiting for him. Hurry go get ready and text me when you are. It took her 10 minutes and she was back and text she was ready. I simply text good girl, good fucking girl. I text Jerome (6'6 210 with a thick 9.5 that she was ready) He told me what happened later when he called and she got fucked like the whore she is deep inside. Once both Jerome and Tyrone were finished Jerome called and filled me in on our little whore. From what he said she answered the door in a little red dress and he she did say as I told her to "I have been waiting for you." Jerome walked in and closed the door. She locked it and he unlocked it as she turned around and walked into the living room. She got half way in and he said stop, he walked over to her and unzipped her dress and let it slip off and then he undid her bra. She was naked in the living room. He slipped off his shorts and his dick spring out as he slipped off his t-shirt and his dick rested on her ass. He leaned down and picked her up and carried her to the couch and sat down leaving her facing the door. Resting on him he started to rub her clit and she was wet already and she still had my cum in her so it did not take long. He lifted her up and spread her pussy while he did it with his fingers and slide his big fat head slowing into her, she stated to say no it is too big. Lube please, stop and then he said she popped and he slide into here about half way. He said she was making a little moan and cry all mixed into one and he would lift her up and let her slide back down with her weight and each time he would get another half inch in her. She would raise her pitch each half inch. Then in walks Tyrone. She did not even notice. Jerome kept raising her and lowering her impaling her cunt. That gave Tyrone time to undress his 6'4 lean black body with his 6 pack and low hanging balls and a thick 10 inch hanging between his legs and he was not even hard. He came over and stop in front of Molly and she looked up as she was impaled again and Jerome almost had her all the way in and Tyrone got on his knees and started sucking a tit and rubbed her clit and she came so hard Jerome was able to slide the rest of the way in. Jerome kept lifting her up and down and after another 10 minutes he shot in her. He picked her up with his dick still lodged in her and by this time Tyrone was sitting on the couch and his dick was straight up as he held hit there. He is at least a half to an inch thicker and Jerome lifted her off his dick and held her sideways so her pussy did not leak too much and then put her upright and the two plugged her pussy with Tyrone's thick dick. She was so wet he said that she started to slide down and then those sounds started again. He said he put his hand on her mouth and some weight on her left shoulder and she started to slide down on Tyrone. Fuck this was hot, wish I had been there to see it all but Jerome was doing a great job of sharing. The fuck when on like that for another five minutes till she was stretched around Tyrone's thick dick and she was bouncing up and down and He shot in her too. They both have her two more loads and got up and left quickly since it was 430 and they needed to get back to their women and Molly's husband would be home soon they thought.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 13 My phone lit up and dinged, letting me know I had a text message. “Hi, is this Zak or Zeek?” “It’s Zeek….who is this?” “Maybe you won’t remember me. U gave me your number if I wanted to talk. I’m Coty.” “I remember you, Coty. You were our waiter.” “Yes.” “I’m glad you kept my number. It’s easier to talk than text. Call me if you can.” He did not reply. After a few minutes my phone rang. “Hi Coty.” “Hello.” “So you want to talk?” “Um…..maybe I shouldn’t have called.” “Coty wait!!…..I’m glad you called…..There’s nothing wrong with being gay.” “I don’t know if I am. I mean, I think I probably am, but…..” “But what?” “I don’t know. I….I don’t talk to anyone about these feelings.” …… after a pause. “That night at the restaurant I wanted to go with you guys, but….. I was scared to.” “I understand….it’s not easy. It was hard for me coming out too.” Coty was crying….. “I tried to tell my parents…… they said no son of theirs is gay…..” More tears…… “They want me to see a psychiatrist. If I don’t they said I should get out.” “Coty…..where are you?” “I’m on Kinnickinnic near work.” “Stay there. I’ll come get you. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes.” I found Coty a few blocks from Café Centraal. “Coty…..it’s Zeek…..get in.” “Thank you for coming.” “It’s going to be okay, Coty….believe me. There’s nothing wrong with you….you know that don’t you?” “I know. I don’t want to talk to some psych person either.” I brought Coty back to my place. “Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?” “Just some water would be cool.” I grabbed a beer for myself. “Here you go, Coty.” I handed him a bottle of water. “Thanks.” I sat on the couch next to Coty. My leg was touching his slightly, and he glanced down at our legs touching, but didn’t move away. “You know, when I was in my early teens I felt different. I didn’t fit in with the guys at school. I got called faggot and queer. I thought all the glancing at guys in the shower during gym class and sexual dreams about guys was just normal curiosity. I didn’t grow up around gay people. I just kept to myself and was confused. It took me a little while to realize that my attraction to men was a lot more. Then it happened. I kissed another guy around 15 or so. We ended up sucking each other’s cock and jacking each other off and it felt so natural to me. I knew right then, without a doubt I was 100% gay. I have never even had sex with a woman. I’m very comfortable being a gay man, and it didn’t take me long to become a pig with sex.” Tears ran down his face. I tried to lighten the mood. “Hey, I’m happy being a pig….there’s no need to cry over that.” Coty chuckled and sighed a little. “My parents will never accept me being gay.” “Coty, maybe they will come around. Give them time, but if they don’t, you can’t live your life to please them. You have to make yourself happy, and if that’s as a gay man, then so be it. It does get better. Give it time.” “Funny thing is, I fantasize about it, but I’ve never even done anything with another guy. Not even a kiss. I feel so out of place.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “It’ll happen. You’ll find someone.” Coty leaned his head on my shoulder and cried. I put my arm around him and hugged him to comfort him, and he returned the hug. He nuzzled his head into my neck and eventually stopped crying. I felt his lips kiss me on the neck, and my cock began to stiffen. He looked into my eyes, still sniffling from crying, and I kissed him….his first kiss. For someone who had never kissed before, he was a natural. I buried my tongue in his mouth and our tongues danced in a passionate exchange. I slid my hand down his body and grasped the firm bulge in his pants. This kid was packing a basket full and then some. His cock responded with a stiff throb against my grip. My shaft was now fully erect and pulsing, and he reached down and stroked it through my jeans. As much as I wanted to tear his clothes off and poz his virgin ass right there, I stopped and slowly pulled him away. “Ah….., Coty, there’s nothing more I’d like to do right now than to fuck the hell out of your ass, but you may want to slow this down.” “What? Why?” “Because I only fuck bareback, and I’m no angel. If I fuck you, I’ll want to cum in you, and I’m newly hiv positive.” “I don’t care.” “No, but I do, because you’re not ready for that.” I again kissed him and unzipped his jeans. “Just relax,” I said. I pushed him back on the sofa and unbuttoned his pants. I slid onto my knees on the floor before him and pulled his jeans to his ankles. The last several inches of his hard shaft protruded from his underwear against his abdomen. I pulled them to his ankles revealing the most beautiful 9 inch cock. I grasped his rod at the base and stood it straight in the air. My tongue met the tip of his shaft, and I licked up the glistening precum forming at the mouth of his piss hole. The sweet nectar slid across my taste buds and down my throat before I engulfed his dick into my mouth. Coty grasped the back of my head and let out a long groan. “Oh my God,” he mumbled under his breath and thrust his cock as deep as he could into my throat. My eyes watered, and I gagged on his massive tool. “Wow….you are going to be one popular guy.” I continued to slowly work the full length of his cock with my mouth and stroke my rock hard dick through my pants. It didn’t take long to bring Coty to the edge. His shaft thickened and stiffened. I slid my mouth to the tip of his cock and the first of his thick white jizz oozed from his piss hole. I lapped it up quickly and engulfed his meat into my mouth as it fired off thick ropes of creamy spunk. His upper body jerked while he filled my mouth with a huge load of cum that I eagerly gulped into my belly. I pulled his cock from my mouth, and it throbbed several times in my hand. He panted and groaned and closed his eyes. His body was limp other than his still rock hard shaft in my hand. “Looks like you can go another round,” I said as I slid his cock back into my mouth. I pumped his shaft with my hand following my lips down every inch of his tool. Within a minute load two was filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. My dick throbbed and balls ached for release. I wanted to impale him on my hard cock, but I didn’t. Even though my symptoms had subsided, there was still a chance I could infect Coty with my gono. Believe me, the thought of giving this twink all my diseases boned my cock, but I resisted the urge. Instead, I crawled on the sofa in front of him and pressed my lips firmly to his giving him a taste of his spunk. “How was that?” “Oh…….fuck…….that was incredible.” “Well, I hate to break the news to you kid, but I think you’re gay.” I finally got a chuckle and smile from Coty. “Yeah, that pretty much confirmed it.” “Do you have any place to go tonight?” “Ah….I guess back home.” “I can take you home or you can spend the night here if you like.” “I’d rather stay, if that’s okay.” “Of course it is. Are you hungry?” “A little.” “Come on.” I led Coty to the kitchen. “I’ll fix you something to eat.” Coty boldly kicked his jeans off and followed me to the kitchen bare-assed with just his t-shirt on and cock swaying side to side. Over a sandwich and chips we sat at the kitchen island and talked a bit more. He was actually older than I realized. He was almost 21 and was close to finishing his radiology tech degree. Coty inquired, “You said you’re HIV positive?” “Yeah, I am.” “Ah…..What’s it like?” “It’s not for everyone, but to be honest with you, it’s very erotic to me.” “So you like being poz?” “Most people won’t understand, so I don’t talk about it much, but yes I do. I love it. It’s like the ultimate in bareback. Holding nothing back no matter what. Total release and surrender to my pig desires. It’s exhilarating to me and knowing I’m a vessel of toxic seed takes it to a whole new level.” “So when you were still negative you knowingly let poz guys cum in you?” “Yes…..does that freak you?” “Um…..no…..” I noticed Coty’s cock was again rock hard. “Does that turn you on?” He nervously looked down at his cock as it throbbed and bounced. “Um….” “It’s okay, Coty. It turns me on and it turns me on that it turns you on.” He chuckled. “Does it scare you a bit that it turns you on?” “Yeah.” “I get it. I went through that too. Once I started taking poz loads I totally let go of that fear. I don’t regret chasing to poz. This was totally right for me.” “Will this turn on ever go away?” “Not likely….mine only grew stronger, and I wanted to poz. You can either fight it or embrace it.” Coty’s cock again throbbed rock hard, and he crunched on a chip. “Will you give it to me if I want it?” “Well, let’s give it some time. You think about this. You’re just coming out, figuring things out. If you still want it after that, and you know what you’re getting into, then yes, I’ll try to convert you…..okay?” “Okay.” We finished up our snack, and chatted a bit more on the sofa. Coty was going to slip his jeans on again, and I said, “You don’t have to put them on. I’m heading to bed in a few minutes…..besides, I’m enjoying the view.” Coty sighed and smiled. “You have a choice. You can sleep in the spare room or you can join me in my bed.” “Um….if you don’t mind, I’d like to sleep with you, Zeek.” “Good answer.” That night, Coty curled up with another man for the first time. He slept in my arms the entire night, and I woke to him still sleeping with his head resting on my shoulder. His morning wood was pressed firmly against my leg, which only stiffened my already hard cock. I rolled Coty onto his back, grasped his cock and slid it down my throat. Coty quickly woke, “Fuck…..I have to piss, Zeek.” I kept sucking his beautiful shaft. “I…..can’t……hold……it……Zeek. I’m…..going…..to…..piss.” Coty flooded my mouth with strong morning urine. I struggled to keep up, but managed to gulp it all down, only spilling a little bit onto Coty’s pubic hair, which I quickly lapped up. I then slipped his dick back into my mouth and sucked his cock until he shot another load down my throat. I was so boned up and stroking my own shaft that I knelt over Coty and shot my poz seed all over his cock and balls. I licked ‘em clean and sucked the last glob of cum from his piss hole. “Holy fuck,” Coty replied. “Like that?” “That was hot.” “We’ll make a pig out of you yet. Wait till you start fucking and getting fucked.” Coty’s eyes lit up. I thought to myself…..this kid is turning out to be a natural pig….there is no stopping him….he’s going to be chasing in no time. The thought made my cock half-hard again. “Fuck….yes. I want more.” “Ok kid…. But right now I have to move. I’ll be late for work. I’ll put a spare key on the cupboard for you. Just lock up if you leave. You’re welcome to stay until you figure this out. It’s up to you.” “Really? Yes….. Thank you, Zeek.” I quickly showered and ran out the door for work. Over lunch I called Zak and told him about my turn of events the night before. He agreed that for now Coty should stay with me if he wants to, and if he decides to chase will be his gifters. Zak decided to stay in Chicago for the weekend, since his gono symptoms kicked in. He started the treatment so if Coty decided to chase he’d be ready to start seeding his ass by the following weekend. Friday after work I took Cort to his parent’s house so he could get some clothes. His parents tried to convince him he just needed therapy, but he had new found strength as a proud gay man and continued to pack his things and left. Friday night Coty was quite excited and all over me to get fucked, but I explained that he would have to wait or he could possibly get infected with not only my HIV, but also my gono. I told him I would fuck him with a condom if he wanted me to fuck him. He wanted my cock in him as soon as I finished my gono treatment, but was adamant that he would only play raw. If I would not breed him I could pull out, but he said that he thought it through and he was thinking clearly. He wanted my cock raw and wanted my cum in his ass. Even if I pulled out, he wanted all my toxic precum. I told him I would think about it, but that I still felt he should wait a while before taking charged seed. He said that he may be first coming out now, but he knew what he was doing and wanted to be a poz, bareback, pig. As much as I told him I hoped he would wait before taking that step, I was equally turned on that he wanted to take toxic loads and poz. I also hoped he would never use condoms. The thought of Coty being a cum pig, just like Zak and I, had me so turned on. He was like a dog in heat. I wanted to say fuck it and breed his ass with my toxic seed. I had a hard time resisting, and knew that it was a losing battle. I needed to try to at least make it through my gono treatment before fucking him raw. I only had a few days of meds remaining, so I mentally focused on Tuesday as the day I could start fucking Coty with my toxic cock. Would I pull out?...... Probably not. Coty stripped naked and worked my cock between his ass cheeks, teasing me with his cunt, hoping I’d crack and pop his cherry with my stiff shaft. I nearly gave in to temptation, but managed to control myself and suck his cock until he shot down my throat once again. I talked to Zak Saturday. Since he was staying home this weekend, he booked himself with appointments for the weekend and made plans to hang out with his sexy daddy, Charles. When I heard the news I was floored. I secretly hoped to add Charles to our relationship and have a hot triad. By noon an expected text dinged in on my phone. “Hey Zeek.” “Hi Ian….what’s up?” “I definitely have gono.” “Does Brian know?” “No…..I told him I wasn’t feeling well. Even though I want to fuck him and give him my gono, I’d rather wait and charge him up after I poz.” “Do you want me to take you to the free clinic?” “No, I already took care of it. I’m already on antibiotics. Thanks again for the added bonus infection. It’s hot. BTW, I worked some of your poz seed from my hole into Brian’s cunt last weekend then unloaded in him, but so far no signs of gono with him. Maybe I’m already poz and gave him his first toxic dose….I can only hope.” “Fuckin’ hot.” “See you soon….later bud.” Then I got a good idea. Ian was already infected with gono, and so was Zak and myself. Brian could be as well. One person who was also chasing was not, and maybe he was the answer to help pop Coty’s ripe cherry before I cracked and infected him with my gono. I pulled out my phone and text Jonathan. “Hey Jonathan.” “Good to hear from you, Zeek.” “I have a favor to ask of you.” “Ok….what do you need?” “Remember our waiter, Coty?” “The little nerdy guy?” “Yeah, well that “little nerdy guy” would surprise you. I left a note for him that night to call me if he wanted to talk about his gay side.” “You didn’t.” “I did. And he not only contacted me, he’s turning out to be a total pig with a huge cock wanting to get fucked raw.” “That’s right up your alley. Does he know you’re poz?” “Yes, and he wants me to poz him.” “So what’s the problem?” “With all our celebrating over my conversion Zak and I got loaded with a ton of seed and got gono.” “Ouch.” “It’s cool, but I’m having a hell of a time resisting wanting to plow Coty’s ass. I finish treatment Tuesday, but thought maybe you could pop his cherry tonight.” “I think that could be arranged…..” “Cool….how about my place around 5 pm?” I gave Jonathan directions to my place and thanked him. “See ya then.” I wanted this to be a surprise for Coty, so I told him we were going to have dinner to celebrate his coming out. Coty’s shift ended at 5 at the restaurant so he said he would be home by 5:30 p.m. The plan was working out perfect. Jonathan arrived on time, and we both prepared the dinner table. While we got ready I asked Jonathan, “Any symptoms yet that you may have converted?” “Nope….none.” “I think you need more of our toxic seed.” “I can hardly wait.” Coty got home around 5:30 and was surprised to see we had a guest. “Do you remember Jonathan, Coty? He was our ‘dessert’ the night you served us at the restaurant.” “Yes, I remember. Nice to see you again, Jonathan.” “Jonathan is going to celebrate your coming out with us. Have a seat.” During dinner I could tell Jonathan and Coty definitely had a connection. Jonathan and I cleared the table and told Coty to relax……we would serve HIM this time. We both disappeared into the kitchen. Jonathan and I stripped naked and reappeared in the doorway boned up. “Time for dessert,” I said. Coty laughed and pulled his shirt off over his head. By the time he stood up his cock was fully erect. He unbuttoned his jeans and tossed them on the floor. His huge cock stood straight up. “Holy fuck,” Jonathan exclaimed!! “What a monster cock.” Jonathan walked up to Coty and stroked his dick. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispered in Coty’s ear. Coty and Jonathan began to make out while stroking each other’s shafts. I ground my cock between Coty’s ass cheeks. Jonathan knelt in front of Coty and began sucking his huge dick. Coty leaned into me and I buried my tongue in his throat and kissed him from behind. Jonathan stood up and pressed Coty’s cock to his ass. Coty grabbed Jonathan’s hips and slid his cock across Jonathan’s cunt. “Oh fuck,” Coty moaned. “Wait till you feel your meat filling that sweet hole,” I whispered to him while caressing his chest and nipples. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and tossed them to Jonathan. “You’ll need these with that piece of meat.” Jonathan lubed up his hole and slicked up Coty’s cock then bent over the dining room table and took a big hit of poppers. I grasped Coty’s cock and lined it up to Jonathan’s cunt. “Go in easy,” Jonathan said as he sailed off on his poppers high. Coty grasped Jonathan’s hips and pressed the head of his cock to Jonathan’s hole and thrust his head inside. Coty advanced his shaft into Jonathan’s sweet cunt and sighed, “FFFUUUCCCKKKIIINNN AAA.” Jonathan held Coty back with his hand before taking another huge hit from the bottle of poppers. A few deep breaths later and he pushed his ass into Coty’s shaft, tearing open his insides. Jonathan winced in pain. Coty was only halfway in, but Jonathan was a cock slut and determined to take Coty’s entire dick. “My God….I never thought it would feel so incredible,” Coty groaned. “Feel that warm flesh wrapped around your meat,” I added. “Pound that ass with your cock.” Jonathan again cranked open the bottle and inhaled deeply. With one quick thrust he impaled himself all the way on Coty’s massive cock. “Oh…..FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!” Coty whined. His cock throbbed repeatedly stretching Jonathan’s cunt wide open. Jonathan yelped in pain and took several deep breaths and exhaled slowly. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Nice and slow.” Coty slowly withdrew his cock before sliding back into Jonathan, seeing every inch of his shaft disappear deep into his gut. I again sandwiched my cock between Coty’s ass cheeks. “Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” Coty’s thrusts began to pick up speed and his breathing intensified with short, fast grunts. “Oh, fuck…..I’m getting close,” Coty said. “Plant your seed deep in his ass,” I added. “Fuck yes…..give me your load.” Coty’s ass cheeks clamped around my cock and he groaned as he thrust balls deep into Jonathan and unloaded his seed. At the same time Jonathan’s cunt puckered around Coty’s meat and his dick fired off its load. He kept his ass pressed tightly onto Coty’s cock. I made out with Coty and he melted into my arms before his cock flopped from Jonathan’s wrecked cunt. Tuesday finally rolled around and my gono treatment was completed. I was anxious to get home to Coty, but my day agonizingly dragged on. Tonight was the night. Coty would be taking not only his first cock in his ass, but his first poz cock too. I decided that if he still wanted my toxic seed I would breed him and convert his ass. I returned home from work to find Coty taking an afternoon nap. He was lying on the bed on his belly with the sheet draped across his naked body, with one ass cheek exposed. I grabbed my poppers and lube, stripped off my clothes and slipped into bed naked. I crawled on top of him and ground my hard shaft across his tight hole. Coty responded by pressing his ass into my cock. I kissed him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Still want my bare cock?” “Yes….” “Still want me to poz you with my charged seed?” “Oh, fuck…..yes.” “I’m going to give you my raw cock and poz your ass.” “Give it to me.” “This is going to hurt, but we’ll take it slow.” I positioned Coty on his knees to fuck him doggy style. I lubed up my cock and his hole then worked my fingers into his tight virgin hole. I tossed him the bottle of my favorite poppers, Pig Sweat. “Take a hit of these and hold it in…..it’ll help.” Coty held the bottle to his nostril and inhaled. He held his breath before slowly exhaling. “Oh wow,” he mumbled under his breath. That was my cue. I pressed my mushroom head to his virgin hole. My cock met with resistance, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Fuck you are tight.” I applied more lube and Coty took another hit of poppers. I took advantage as Coty sailed off on his popper high and forcefully thrust the head of my shaft into his cunt. Coty screamed in pain. “Try to relax………it’ll get easier, I promise.” Coty took a deep breath and grasped the bottle of poppers. He whimpered as I forced his hole open with several inches of my shaft. “You’re doing great. It’s going to feel amazing once we open you up.” “It burns like crazy……just shove it in me….get it over with.” He desperately unscrewed the lid and hit the poppers. I grabbed his hips and tore into his gut. His ass cheeks slammed into my hips, and I felt his hole tighten around my shaft. Tears rolled down Coty’s cheeks. “I’m in….Just hold still for a bit. Your cunt feels so amazing.” Coty took several deep breaths and the vice grip of his cunt on my pole slowly relaxed. “Are you alright?” “Yeah....” “I’m definitely leaking precum so my virus is already in you.” “Fuck yes…..I want your poz cum.” I pumped my meat into Coty. “I’m so happy you want my toxic cock in your virgin hole. I want to give you my DNA. Feel my deadly “Oh my God….you were right…..this feels so incredible. I want your HIV….please give it to me.” I kept pumping his ass, working his hole wide open. “I’m getting close….are you sure you want it?” “yes…..poz me up. Cum in me.” “I’m going to shoot…..here it comes…..no turning back. Your virgin ass is mine forever.” My cock erupted, coating Coty’s intestine lining with my charged batter. “Feel my shaft pulsing in your cunt? You’re getting all my poz babies.” “Fuck….Oh Fuck, yes,” Coty exclaimed, and his neg cock unloaded its creamy spunk. Coty was grinning from ear to ear….. “Thank you so fucking much. I love this.” “Well, maybe you’ll love this too.” I pulled Coty to his feet and pushed him into the bathroom. “Get on your knees.” Coty knelt in front of me, and I drenched him in urine. He opened his mouth, and I filled it full of my piss. He swallowed a bunch down and spit the rest out down his body. I soaked his face, and he rubbed my piss all over his body. “This is so erotic.” He licked the piss from his lips. “I knew I would love it all.” Coty was well on his way to becoming one hot, poz pig………

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 12 While Ian was thinking devious thoughts over Sunday brunch, Zak and I showered and were discussing plans for lunch when my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh, Isaac, you’re home.” “Actually, I am home…..remember this is a cell phone so I can be anywhere and get the phone call?” “I was going to leave a message on your answering machine, but I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom…..” I was going to try to explain again that my phone is portable, but I decided it was a losing battle. “Yes, Isaac?” “Nothing….How are you mom?” “I’m fine…..Your father is fine too. Anything new Isaac?” (Thinking to myself) Let’s see…..I have gono. I just had the fuck flu after taking my boyfriend’s poz seed repeatedly. I have a new biohazard tattoo. I have a hot poz boyfriend that I just infected with gono. I just tested poz at the free clinic. I’m fucking Betty’s son’s boyfriend to poz him so he can poz Betty’s son. I was just a total slut at the baths and got fucked by Zak’s daddy. I have a waiter friend that Zak and I are trying to gift. I’m doing every taboo thing except fucking the dog across the street from me. “Nope, nothing much, mom….Enjoying my weekend.” “If you’re not doing anything, we haven’t seen you for dinner in a few weeks. Why don’t you come over tonight. Your father would love to see you.” “I have company this weekend, mom.” “Oh, anyone I should know about?” “Just my boyfriend, that’s all.” Zak gave me a funny grin and whispered, “JUST your boyfriend.” I chuckled and motioned to Zak, “Shhhh.” (Here it comes……) “Oh, Brian is there with you? I knew you two would be good together.” “No, mom, Brian is not my boyfriend. I told you I already have a boyfriend.” “Oh, well, boy you switch boyfriends fast. What happened to Brian?” “Mom, Brian was never my boyfriend.” “Well why did you let me set you up on a date with him if you already have a boyfriend?” I wanted to scream…… “Like I had a choice in the matter, and I did tell you I have a boyfriend.” “Well, what was so wrong with Brian?” “Nothing was wrong with Brian. He’s a nice guy.” “So you went on a date with him?” “Kind of…..we had drinks and caught up…..” “Well, I hope your boyfriend doesn’t find out you snuck around on a date with someone else.” “Mom!!..... You need to stop playing matchmaker….that’s all.” “Why?” “Because, now you set me up on a date when I already have a boyfriend, and you set me up with a guy who already has a boyfriend too.” Sounding depressed, “Well, I just want you to be happy, Isaac.” “Mom, I told you…… I am happy. I’m happy with Zak.” “Who is Zak?” “Zak is my boyfriend.” “Oh, so Zak is there now? Well, why don’t you bring him to dinner tonight? Your father would love to meet him.” I whispered to Zak, “Mom wants us to come over for dinner tonight.” Zak glanced at his tattoos, rubbed his long beard, smirked and quickly nodded and mouthed, “YES.” With an uncertain quirky look toward Zak, I replied, “Ok, mom…..he’d love to meet you both.” With excitement in her voice, “Oh that’s great, Isaac!! Now don’t be late, you know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” (Thinking to myself) Am I ever late for dinner, mom? “Don’t worry we’ll be there on time, mom.” Ian took another bite of Amaretto French toast and thought to himself…..Why do I find chasing poz cum so hot? My ass is loaded with charged seed, and all I can think about is taking more. I can’t get enough of it. I want to poz so badly. This is so fucking erotic….. it feels so right being a cum pig. (He uncrossed his legs and shifted in his chair before crossing his legs once again. The sensations in his cum filled hole made his cunt pucker around the butt plug and caused his cock to twitch several times in his pants). Brian took another sip of his Mimosa and interrupted, “Earth to Ian…..” Ian’s glazed-over look vanished, and he reached for another sip of his bloody mary. “You were miles away. Are you alright?” He smiled and sighed, “Yeah, couldn’t be better.” Brian chowed down his Smoked Salmon Benedict, “MMMM, this is so good…… So, last night was pretty wild, huh?” Thinking he may have somehow been caught cheating Ian asked, “What do you mean?” “Well, all those tattooed, leather men at Kruz.” “Oh….. that, yeah….. some awesome eye candy.” “And I hear before I got there they had a flogging demo…..bet that was interesting.” “I’m sure it was…..uh….. quite stimulating.” (Ian’s cock again stiffened a bit more). “Did you get there in time to see it?” “I was quite close to the action, yes.” “So, is that something you could get into?” Ian was a little surprised at his question. “Oh, I think I’d shock you.” “Oooh,” Brian teased, “I’ll take that as a yes.” “You seem excited by that.” “Well, maybe I would shock you a bit myself.” “Oooh, frisky…….Bring it on, but be careful…..you may get a whole lot more than you bargained for.” “I can’t wait to find out.” Ian thought to himself…..Maybe Brian’s a bit more of a pig than I originally thought….this could be fun. Zak and I pulled up in front of my parent’s house. This would be interesting. Not only was this my first time bringing a guy home, but also a guy with a long beard and full of tattoos. “So this is it, huh, babe? The place where you grew up.” “Yeah, this is it…..nothing special, but it was home. Just remember, take my mom with a grain of salt. She can be opinionated and kind of set in her ways.” “I know. She’s a character. I’ll go easy on her. It’ll be fine, babe.” I put my arm around Zak and walked toward the front door. He wore jeans and a cut off t-shirt. We stopped on the front porch, and while kissing Zak the door opened. Startled, I said, “Oh……Hi mom…… Mom, this is Zak.” Zak was on his best behavior. “Hi, Mrs. Alberts.” “Call me Edith.” “Ok, Edith.” “Well, don’t just stand there on the porch…..come on in. Dinner is ready.” Zak walked into the house and was immediately greeted by my dad. As I walked past my mom, she whispered, “You didn’t tell me he was like that.” “Like what, mom? Gay? That’s why I was kissing him.” My mom hit me on the shoulder with the dish towel in her hand and followed me into the house. Zak sat across from me at the dinner table. My mom emerged from kitchen with mashed potatoes and gravy and set them on the table. She turned to go back into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. She stood behind Zak and reluctantly placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “So, Zak, um…..” I looked at my mom corner-eyed and thought to myself here we go….. She continued, “You may want to tuck your beard away……it may dangle in your gravy.” She pulled Zak’s beard over his shoulder. “There you go,” and she disappeared into the kitchen only to reappear with a dead bird on a serving platter. Zak looked surprised, but just sat and grinned at me. My dad added, “You know, I remember Winky Schmalling had a beard like yours back in ‘58 or ‘59. He got it caught in some farm equipment. Then he had one eye. His name was Joe, but we always called him Winky after that.” Zak chuckled a little, “Well, I hear farm equipment is more beard-friendly these days, but I’m not a farmer.” My mom chimed in, “So, do you have a job, Zak?” “Mom!! Of course he has a job.” My mom finished adding, “....I only asked because I hear old Mr. Harper down at the garage is looking for help tinkering with those cars like he does. He hires your kind down there,” pointing to his beard and tattoos. “Oh….. I don’t mean the gay thing. I don’t think the guys down there would go for that.” “What’s that supposed to mean, mom?” “Nothing….I’m just making conversation, Isaac.” “It’s ok, Zeek. No, Edith, I’m not looking for a job.” Sitting down at the table my mom tucked her napkin neatly onto her lap. “So, what DO you do, Zak?” “I’m a tattoo artist.” “Oh, you’re not at that shop on Forest Home are you? You know the one on the news that had the dirty needles?” My dad butted in, “Edith, that shop closed down over 6 years ago.” My mom said, “It’s just like those dirty Chinese restaurants. They get shut down and then the same people reopen the restaurant three blocks away and change the name from Ching’s to Chang’s.” “Mom that’s ridiculous, and you know it!!! And stop sounding so prejudiced.” “No, I have my own shop in Chicago, Edith, and it’s very clean.” “Zak did all my tattoos,” I said. (Thinking to myself) Including my biohazard tattoo. My dad added, “Oh, so you did Isaac’s tattoos. Nice work.” My mom said, “Nice work? It looks like the inside of a demon’s church.” Looking at Zak, she added, “No offense, I’m just not crazy about the desecration of your temple thing.” “Well, thanks anyway, Walter,” Zak replied. “I think Isaac’s sleeve turned out quite nice.” My mom said, “I don’t understand people wanting to mutilate their bodies that way.” “That’s your perspective, mom. Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t make it wrong.” Zak said, “Tattoos can be very therapeutic, Edith.” “So can taking a stiff shot of Brandy, but you don’t see me doing that,” she replied. “Edith, I give some people tattoos that have meaning behind them. It could be in memory of someone or resolution to a tragic event in their life or something, and it’s very healing.” “That’s sweet, but just because I love something doesn’t mean I want it on my flesh or my temple so it were.” My dad added, “Well, you love our mailman, Herb. Maybe he’ll pose for you.” “Yeah, I bet you would like to wake up seeing his face next to you every morning.” “Well, you do have a point there,” my dad mumbled. “Edith, see this tattoo.” Zak was pointing to a tattoo on his arm of a girl with a halo. “This is a tattoo for my sister who died in a car accident when she was 7.” “How sweet,” my mom said. “Please pass the chicken, Isaac.” My dad interjected, “Oh, Zak, do you have other brothers and sisters?” “I have a brother.” “Oh, is he normal,” my mom inquired? “Mom!! You mean we’re abnormal?” “You know what I mean, Issac. Is he regular?” “So now we’re irregular?” “No, you know what I mean.” “It’s gay or straight, mom. Not normal or abnormal and regular or irregular.” “Yes, I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean anything by that.” “Mom, the more you say, the worse it gets.” “Well, anyway, your dinner is good, Edith. And my brother is straight. He’s married with kids.” “Thank you, Zak. And there’s nothing wrong with being gay. You just miss out on having children is all.” “Well, gay people can still have children, Edith.” “And some of us don’t want to have children….whether straight or gay, mom.” “I know, Isaac. I just wish I would have some grandkids……that’s all.” My mom sipped her coffee then continued eating her chicken dinner. As we were getting ready to leave my dad shook Zak’s hand and pulled him into a hug. He whispered something to Zak then said, “I’m glad we met the man in my son’s life.” He then hugged me as well. Zak said, “Edith, thank you again for dinner. Zeek, I’ll be outside by the car.” My mom turned to me and gave me a hug. “Well, that went pretty well, huh?” “Pretty well? After that I’ll be lucky to still have a boyfriend tomorrow. Thanks, mom.” “Oh don’t be ridiculous. He loved my chicken.” We left my parent’s home in silence. After a few blocks driving I said, “I’m sorry for all that, Zak. Now you know my mother. She can be a little much.” “Don’t worry about it. I have thick skin, babe.” “So what did my dad say to you when he gave you a hug?” “Oh…..just that your mom has some quirky ideas at times, and that her bark is worse than her bite.” “Well, she does mean well, but her mouth is going to get her in trouble one of these days. She comes across as prejudice, but I know she isn’t. Her thinking is a bit……. old fashioned at times.” “I actually kind of like her, babe. She is set in her ways, but she just wants what’s best for you.” He chuckled and added, “Like my poz cock shoved deep in your ass.” I laughed as I glanced over at Zak and rubbed my hand on his thigh. He locked his hand into mine and held on. While we “enjoyed” our dinner with my parents, Ian was ready to find out a little bit more about Brian’s pig side. They arrived at Ian’s apartment. Ian led Brian to his bedroom. Brian was always into safe sex when they played, but that was about to change. Ian decided he wasn’t going to give Brian a choice. It was time to push the boundaries a bit. Ian was always more on the submissive side, but his new found taste for poz cum fueled his desire to dominate Brian. He pulled his shirt off over his head. His cock throbbed rock hard while his ass puckered tightly around the butt plug holding the toxic babies in his cunt. Ian made out with Brian and rubbed Brian’s throbbing cock through his jeans. He pulled his tongue from Brian’s mouth. “Time to see just how far you’re willing to go.” Ian stripped Brian of his shirt, and dropped Brian’s jeans to the floor. The head of Brian’s hard cock protruded from the edge of his jockstrap. “I see last night’s event inspired you. Nice jock, pig. Now kneel on the edge of the bed.” Ian fumbled around in his walk-in closet and returned with lube and his favorite suit tie. He approached Brian from behind and secured the tie around his head to blindfold him. Ian then unzipped his own jeans, dropped them to his ankles, and kicked them aside. He pushed Brian onto his hands and knees on the bed and lubed up his cunt with a squirt of J-lube. Ian worked his fingers into Brian’s hole, scraping the edges of Brian’s cunt, priming him for the impending assault. Brian groaned and his cock throbbed. He thrust his ass onto Ian’s fingers, and helped work them inside. “Are you ready to open that hole up?” “Fuck, yes,” Brian replied. Ian reached behind and pulled the butt plug from his cum filled ass. Poisonous seed dripped from his cunt and the cum-slick toy. He slipped two fingers into his sloppy cunt and removed them drenched in poz semen. He first smeared the virus-laced slime on Brian’s hole. He then worked the head of the wet plug into Brian’s cunt, sharing some of the toxic seed he carried in him all afternoon. He shoved the plug deeper into Brian, pushing the DNA into his hole as it opened him up. His cunt engulfed the plug and puckered around the base. The sight made Ian’s cock stiffen and throb. His boyfriend just got a small taste of the virus he longed to infect him with. Ian repeatedly pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt and shoved it back in, smearing the poz cum across his tightly stretched cunt lips. With the butt plug removed from Brian’s gaping hole, Ian squat down behind Brian and buried his tongue into Brian’s cunt. He cupped his hand below his own hole and squirt more poz seed into it. He grabbed the lube bottle, and instead of lube, dripped poz seed onto Brian’s open cunt, then worked it in with his fingers and pushed the plug back in. Brian’s cunt sealed tightly around the plug, unknowingly working the toxic seed into his gut. Ian reached under Brian and stroked Brian’s cock with his cum-slick fingers. Brian’s cock throbbed against Ian’s grip. “You like that, don’t you, pig,” Ian asked? “Fuck, yes. That feels so good.” Brian worked his hips, feeling the sensations of the plug buried in his ass. Ian bit Brian’s ass lightly, then cracked him on the ass with a cupped hand. “Time to fuck you, pig, and you’re going to take it all.” “Fuck, yes….I want your cock in me.” Ian reached for a condom and tore the package open so Brian would hear. He then dropped the condom to the bedroom floor. He pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt. “Ready for my cock, pig?” “Fuck I want to feel you inside me.” “Are you sure?” Brian buried his face into the bed, “Yes, please fuck me.” Ian rubbed the head of his shaft across Brian’s slick cunt lips then applied pressure. The head of his cock opened Brian’s used hole and quickly slid in. With one quick thrust of his hips Ian plowed all the way into Brian’s hole. Brian gasped in agony as Ian tore across his intestinal walls. Ian pictured the virus working into the lining of Brian’s intestines with each plunge of his cock inside. Brian began to meet Ian’s thrusts as the pain turned to pure pleasure. “You like that dick buried in your cunt, don’t you, pig?” “Feels so fucking good.” Ian already felt a stir in his balls. “Fuck, I’m getting close. You like that bare cock in your hole?” Brian was shocked, “Bare cock?” Ian gave him no chance to back out. “Take my cum, pig.” He slammed his cock deep into Brian’s gut and fired off his seed, hoping he was already poz himself. Brian’s cock reacted to those words as a huge load of semen shot from his shaft onto the bed. Ian pulled his cock from Brian’s cunt and slammed the butt plug back inside. “Keep that seed in your hole all night, pig.” Ian pulled Brian to his feet, keeping him blindfolded, and led him to the bathroom. He shoved him onto the toilet. “I’m not finished with you yet, pig.” Ian stood a few feet from Brian and pissed all over his face before drenching his body in urine. Brian licked his lips as piss dripped from his face….tasting Ian’s urine. Ian lapped up the piss from Brian’s chin and slid his tongue up to Brian’s lips then buried it in Brian’s throat. After a long, passionate kiss he lined up his meat to Brian’s face. “Open your mouth and clean off my cock.” Brian obliged and sucked Ian’s dick clean before Ian removed Brian’s blindfold. Brian said, “Holy Fuck….what got into you?” “You wanted to see my pig side. You got a taste of it.” (Thinking to himself) And a bit of toxic seed in the mix. “Damn, that was hot. So you like fucking raw?” “I love it….the only way to play for me.” “Ok, I want more of that,” Brian added. “Oh, you’ll get more…..believe me, you will.” Zak returned home to Chicago, and I started my antibiotics. He waited until later in the week to start his meds after he experienced symptoms of his gono for a few days. Work kept me busy in an otherwise uneventful week until Thursday. My test results were in. My HIV viral load was 500,000 and my CD4 count was in the middle 400 range. My gonorrhea test results were not in yet, but we already pretty much knew I had it, and the antibiotics seemed to be doing the trick. Then Thursday evening I received an interesting text………

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 11 I woke in the morning to a text from Zak. He would be arriving around 9:00 am. I looked at my clock. It was already 8:30. I couldn’t believe I slept this late. I text Zak, “See you in a bit…..I over slept.” I crawled out of bed and jumped in the shower. My morning wood fought against my strong urge to piss. Burning pain crept its way down my piss hole. A few drops of discharge oozed from my urethra before a full stream of piss let go in the shower. I aimed my cock toward my chest, drenching myself with my infected urine, and scratched my itching balls before breaking into chorus with “Sugar” blaring on my ipod. I turned off my shower and flung open the shower curtain. Zak chuckled, “Good morning, Sugar. You’re in a good mood.” “Oh, you heard that, huh?” I said with a smirk on my face. I stepped out of the shower dripping wet, grabbed Zak in my arms and planted a kiss on his lips. “Ooh….you’re all wet….sweet.” Zak dragged me to the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed on the cum stained sheets from last night’s seeding. He quickly stripped naked standing before me. Our cocks both boned up in anticipation. “It’s your turn to infect me, babe.” Zak crawled on top of me. He spit on my dick before straddling me on his knees. “Just lay back and enjoy the ride, babe.” Zak spit in his hand, lubed up his hole, then grasped the base of my shaft and lined it up with his cunt. He lowered himself onto my infected cock, and slowly impaled himself on my meat. We both groaned together. I put my hands on his hips and thrust into his cunt as Zak began to slowly ride my pole like a cowboy on an enraged bull. Zak’s cunt clamped down on my shaft. My toes curled, eyes clenched shut, and my shaft burned with pleasure. My ass tightened and cock throbbed. My piss hole oozed it’s infected goo from my inflamed testicles. “You just gave me some of your gono, didn’t you babe?” “Fuck yeah…..It’s so hot sharing my diseases with you.” Zak’s cock throbbed as he stroked his shaft. He continued to milk my pole, working me to the edge. “Oh fuck….I’m getting close, Zak. Keep that up and you’re getting all my cum.” His ass hungrily clenched around my shaft as he slammed himself onto my cock a few more times. “Fuck….you’re getting it right now, Zak.” “Fuck yes….give it to me. Infect me, babe. I want your gono. Recharge me with your poz seed.” My toes again curled. I thrust my hips forward and tightened my grip on Zak’s waist, burying my cock deep in his cunt. I let out a long moan as my cock fired off into Zak’s hole, coating his guts with my infected jizz. “FFFUUUUCCCKKKKK,” I growled, “Take my seed. I’m filling you with my babies.” “Fuck yes…..” Zak moaned with one more stroke of his hard shaft. His meat throbbed repeatedly showering my chest and face with his poz cum. Zak stayed sitting on my lap, impaled on my hard cock. “Fuck that was hot, babe.” He leaned over and kissed me passionately, “I love you, you hot pig.” “Ditto, Zak.” My cock slipped was his sloppy hole, and Zak rolled onto the bed next to me. I curled up in his arms, and he kissed my forehead. We were sharing everything. It was so intimate and erotic. Our HIV and now gono had gone full circle. I let out a small, “Oooohh,” as more discharge oozed from my piss slit against Zak’s leg. “So babe, I told you I want details. How was your date?” I rolled over onto my stomach. With a grin on my face I said, “It was an unexpected turn of events.” “You fucked, Brian?” “No……..even hotter than that.” “Well, that would be pretty hot, so I’m not sure what could be hotter.” “It turns out that Brian also has a boyfriend, and he invited him out for drinks with us so I could meet him.” “And he showed up?” “Oh yes….and when I swung my stool around from the bar to meet him, guess who was standing there?” “I take it I’ve met him.” “You’ve done more than meet him…..you shot your poz seed into him. Remember our blonde twink, Ian?” “Oh fuck!!,” Zak exclaimed laughing…. “His boyfriend is Ian?” “Uh huh……and it gets better.” “Did you out him to Brian as a chaser?” “Nope, but you should have seen his face when he saw it was me. He was a bit nervous.” “He probably nearly shit his pants,” Zak said laughing. “Yeah, his jaw dropped open, and he stuttered a bit saying hello. He was stunned. “He must have been pretty uncomfortable.” “I wanted to blow his cover so bad, but I didn’t. I played dumb and introduced myself to him. I spent the night throwing out suggestive hints and giving him evil grins.” “Brian didn’t pick up on any of it?” “No….I think he just took it as flirtatious play.” “Boy, I wish I could have been there to see it all.” “Well, there’s more. After I dropped off Brian, as soon as I got home my phone lit up with a text from guess who?” “Our blonde twink.” “Ding, ding, ding……and……Hold on.” I rolled over and grabbed my phone. “Here, I saved our conversation for you to read.” As Zak read the texts his cock boned up. “Oh my God, so you fucked him last night?” “Yep, right here on these cum stained sheets, and he wanted my gono along with my poz cum.” “Fuck….so he’s turned on by other STDs too?” “Bingo….the verbal talk was hot while fucking his ass too, and he wanted everything I could give him. He’s a little scared by it yet, but he’s all out chasing to poz now.” “And we helped to kick his chase off…..and he probably has your gono too.” “Oh, I’m pretty sure he does. And before I fucked him I asked him if he wants to poz Brian after he charges up.” “And?” (Zak was like a kid in a candy store). “He said he doesn’t know about that, but the thought turns him on……so this could be interesting.” “I think we need to stay in touch with them, babe……how about you?” “Brian and I already swapped numbers……he also told me he had a crush on me when we were kids.” “Hmmm…...” The corners of Zak’s mouth curled up with a sly grin. “What’s that look for,” I asked? “Just that maybe he’s still crushing on you……which could also be interesting.” “Well, he knows I have a boyfriend, and he seems really into Ian, so…..” Zak replied, “Well, this is awesome!!!” Over a cup of morning Jo we searched the net for the not so free, free clinic hours for STD testing. I called and made an appointment for early afternoon. We arrived at the clinic and were immediately greeted by an old, goofy, queen that if you slapped a purple gown, purple wig and makeup on her, she would be the spitting image of Dame Edna. I half expected her to address us as possums as she checked us in. She tipped her eyeglasses, peering at us from above the frames; checking us out better. A faint, “Mmmm, mmm,” came from behind the desk as we walked to the waiting room and took a seat. Upon sitting down I glanced back at “Dame Edna” to find her eyeing me up and down. She gave a wink then pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose and spun around to continue whatever it was she was doing. I found myself boned up sitting in the waiting room, certainly not over “Dame Edna,” but rather at the anticipation of confirming my poz status. “I can see you’re as turned on as I am by this, babe,” Zak said. He nodded toward his crotch and crossed his legs hiding the bulge in his jeans. Seeing his boned up cock made me want to sneak off to the bathroom and fuck like rabbits at the free clinic. That would be a hoot…..swapping charged loads at the STD clinic. Our names were called a short time later. I felt like I was in the twilight zone. First Dame Edna, now this. We met with the “Nurse Ratched” look alike who after realizing we have an open, bareback, relationship, and that Zak is already poz, broke into her lecture on the importance of practicing safe sex. (Thinking to myself) Sure “Nurse Ratched” we’ll get right on that……. right after we spread a little poz seed. I think “Nurse Ratched” sensed a lack of concern on our part and frustratingly said, “Yeah…..ok……then we’ll get started on your tests.” We both supplied a urine sample for our gono test. “Nurse Ratched” then poked my finger and obtained a drop of my blood to perform my HIV test. “Ok……you guys can take a seat in the waiting room. It’ll be about 20 minutes for your HIV test to process.” While sitting in the waiting room I whispered to Zak, “This is the last 20 minutes before my poz result from ‘Nurse Ratched’.” “Nurse Ratched,” he asked chuckling? “She certainly reminds me of her,” I said. He took my hand and squeezed it in his grip and smiled. “I think it’s fucking hot, babe,” then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I again found my cock half erect. “Nurse Ratched” finally called my name, and Zak and I followed her to the back room. “Well,” she said coldly, “Your test is reactive…..meaning you’re HIV positive.” (Thinking to myself) Well duh…..I’ve been taking poz loads like crazy. I was smiling inside but my face remained emotionless. “Based on your other symptoms we are starting you both on an antibiotic. We are most certain you have gonorrhea as well. You need to follow up with your doctor for your HIV, and I highly suggest you take my advice and use protection. If you decide not to you should have no sex during your treatment period or you will just continue to reinfect each other with gonorrhea. It’s also important that you use protection when having sex with others so you don’t spread your HIV virus to anyone else.” (Thinking to myself) Oh, you’re no fun “Nurse Ratched.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see her shaking her head in frustration as we got up. We left “Nurse Ratched” and I couldn’t wait any longer. I nudged Zak and snuck into the bathroom down the hall from “Dame Edna.” We locked the door, and I grabbed Zak by his jeans at the front of his waistline and dragged him into the bathroom stall. I dropped his jeans to the floor and did the same with mine. Then I spun Zak around, bent him over the toilet, and spit on his cunt before plowing in bare. “Guess…. ‘Nurse Ratched’…. would be…. Disappointed…. with me,” I said between thrusts pounding my cock into Zak’s hole. “I’m…. a…. bad…. boy…. pumping…. my…. poz…. seed…. into…. you.” “Give me that dirty cum you bad boy,” Zak added. I fucked Zak hard and deep. My shaft again burned as my infected discharge drooled from my piss hole. I groaned in pain and moaned with pleasure, trying to contain my voice with “Dame Edna” right outside the door. I was so excited over the poz HIV test result it didn’t take long for me to fire off my dirty seed into Zak. I slipped my cock from his hole and pulled my jeans up. A fast fuck in the clinic bathroom was just what I needed. Zak was still bent over the toilet with his pants at his ankles as I zipped up and headed for the door. Zak followed, and one step into the hallway and “Dame Edna’s” eyes were glued on us. She was grinning from ear to ear. That bitch didn’t miss much did she? As we walked toward the front entrance we had to walk right past her. I glanced at her with a smirk on my face. She fanned herself with her papers as we walked by, “Seems to be a little hot in here,” she said….. “I suddenly have a craving for a cigarette too.” Zak glanced over his shoulder at her while chuckling. “I think she rather enjoyed the entertainment, don’t you, babe,” Zak asked as we walked out? Saturday night was clubbing night at Kruz Bar. We arrived just as the Saturday night event was starting; a beer bust from 9 to midnight. The event was put on by the local leather group with a flogging demonstration to kick it all off. The bar was full of hot, bearded, inked, leather men. A spot light lit up a small stage area where a blonde-haired twink stood strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross. He was a sexy little number with nothing on but a yellow jock, and one nice, round ass with slightly reddened butt cheeks. A hairy-chested, muscled, leather, daddy stood behind the twink. He was wearing leather chaps, a jock, and black boots. As he demonstrated his expert flogging technique, the whip struck the blonde across his buttocks. The leather daddy turned back toward the bar crowd, revealing a bold, biohazard tattoo protruding from his jock just below his belly button. The twink arched his back, stuck his ass out, and turned his head, glancing at the hot daddy dominating his ass. “Oh my God,” I said. “Do you see who that is tied to the cross? It’s Ian,” I exclaimed!! “Holy shit it is him, babe. That kid is full of surprises, isn’t he?” “And he looks pretty damn hot strapped to that cross in that jock,” I added. “Do you see Brian anywhere?” I scanned the bar. “I don’t see him, but let’s get a bit closer to the stage.” There was one bar table open to the side of the stage. What I was hoping for finally happened. We caught Ian’s eye. I tipped my glass in the air to him. Ian’s eyes stayed fixed on us. I could see the lust in his eyes. With each strike of the whip from the leather daddy Ian’s cock grew harder. I wasn’t sure if his arousal came from the attention of the hot daddy flogging his ass or if the sight of Zak and I boned him up. After the demonstration a rock hard Ian proudly walked past our table and winked at us then made his way through the crowd wearing just his yellow jock. Guys grasped his ass and massaged his boned up cock. He wandered into the men’s room, and Zak followed. Ian was pissing into the trough urinal when Zak approached him from behind. Zak ground his hard cock into Ian’s reddened ass cheeks. The assault startled Ian enough to momentarily stop his piss stream. Zak grasped Ian’s cock and pressed it to Ian’s abdomen. Ian reached behind and grabbed Zak’s ass, pressing Zak’s cock firmly between his ass cheeks. He leaned back into Zak’s chest and let loose with his piss stream onto his chest. Piss ran down his body soaking his cock along with his jockstrap and Zak’s hand. A cascade of piss poured across his balls, puddling on the floor and splashing Zak’s boots and pant legs. “I hear you’re all out chasing now pig,” Zak whispered into his ear. “We brought that desire deep inside you to life.” “Fuck…..I can’t resist it anymore. It’s all I think about. I want it.” “I also hear the thought of your cheating ass infecting your boyfriend bones you too.” “Fuck, yes. I’d love to poz him too.” Ian’s cock throbbed with desire. “I’m going to give you what you want and need, pig.” Zak unzipped his jeans and bent Ian over the urinal trough. His meat flopped against Ian’s back just above his ass crack. Zak let go a full stream of urine, soaking Ian’s head and back. He slid his cock head down to Ian’s hole marking his territory with his piss scent. He grasped his own shaft and soaked his cock in urine as the last few drops dripped from his piss hole. Zak rubbed the head of his cock against Ian’s piss drenched hole and cupped his wet hand over Ian’s mouth. “Smell the scent of my piss on my hand,” Zak asked? “It’s the smell of your future daddy, cause I’m about to charge your ass, pig.” Zak thrust into Ian’s cunt using only piss for lube. Ian yelped in pain, muffled by Zak’s grip across his mouth. “Feel my shaft buried deep in your hole, boy? It’s already dripping toxic precum in your twink cunt.” Ian licked piss from Zak’s fingers as Zak began to pump his poisonous meat into Ian’s hole. Zak grasped Ian’s shoulders and pounded his ass hard. Ian braced his hands against the wall at the edge of the trough and arched his back to meet each thrust of Ian’s cock. He tipped his head into the trough urinal, smelling an erotic, strong stench of man piss. Zak continued to drill his hole, and Ian clenched onto Zak’s shaft with his hungry cunt. “Oh, you want that toxic seed, don’t you? Want my DNA in your blood?.....don’t you, pig?” “Yes, give it to me.” “I’m going to change you forever, pig. Going to breed you with my demon seed.” Zak pressed Ian’s head farther into the trough. “Smell that man scent, pig? Lick it up. Taste it, pig.” Ian hung onto the edge of the urinal and lapped up piss from the bottom of the trough with his tongue. “Love it, don’t you, pig? Just like you love my toxic cock.” “Fuck, yes!!” “Here you go, fucker. Feel my cock in your cunt? I’m giving you my poison……right…..fucking…..now!!” Zak groaned, grasped Ian’s hips, and thrust deep inside. His shaft stiffened and fired off its dirty cum. “Take my AIDS babies, you pig. I know you want my DNA.” “Fuck yes!! Poz me!!” Ian’s cock erupted in the heat of the moment, spewing its thick spooge onto the front of the trough. While Zak’s meat still throbbed, he pulled out of Ian’s cunt. With Ian’s head still deep in the urinal he spit on Ian’s ass. “We’re meant to breed. Your cunt is mine now forever, pig.” Zak zipped up his jeans and walked out. Ian stood upright slowly. He was drenched and stunk of piss. His ass was red, sore, and loaded with toxic juices. His cock muscles again contracted and a drop of cum dripped from his piss hole. He whispered to himself, “Wow…..fucking hot!!” He wanted more and more…….. Over a beer, Zak and I agreed I would start my antibiotics Monday morning….one more day to swap our dirty cum. He wouldn’t start his antibiotics until his gono symptoms presented for a few days. Ian returned from the men’s room to our table. He stood beside us soaked with piss and still half erect. The bartender showed up with a round of beer for us all on Ian. “On your tab,” the bartender asked? Ian obviously had no cash on him. He barely had anything on, and man did he look hot. He put an arm over each of our shoulders and kissed us both before tipping his beer with us. “Here’s to both of you. Thank you for helping me express my true self. This feels so right.” We all took a swig from our beer. Ian was evolving into a totally, uninhibited pig. I knew Zak and I would be unloading our poz babies in his cunt again…..and soon. Pozzing was no longer a question of IF it would happen, but rather WHEN it would happen. I was certain it wouldn’t be long after taking our unmedicated poz seed. The thought of him joining the club and possibly infecting Brian made my cock rock hard. Ian slammed the last of his beer. “Time for me to get some clothes on. Brian will be here shortly, and he has no clue just how much of a pig I’m becoming.” Hearing those words only stiffened my cock even more. “Be right back guys.” Ian disappeared into the men’s room. The faint smell of piss lingered in the air. “Wow…..a lot has happened in the past 24 hours,” I said to Zak. Ian returned shortly, now fully dressed. His halo in place….. a bit tarnished, but in place. “Brian just walked in,” I said as I nodded my head toward the door. Ian waved him over to our table and kissed him on the lips. “Look who I found,” Ian said. “Hey Zeek,” he said. “Good to see you again.” (Thinking to myself) Boy are you in for a surprise, Brian. “Hi Brian. This is my boyfriend, Zak.” Shaking each other’s hand, “Hi Brian.” “Great to meet you, Zak.” As Brian stood there shaking Zak’s hand I couldn’t help but think…… little do you know that moments earlier my boyfriend’s toxic cock was buried deep in your boyfriend’s ass bare, and now Ian’s sitting in your arms with a cunt full of Zak’s poz babies. I wanted Ian to poz and then infect Brian as well. The thought made my cock twitch. I half expected to see horns sprouting from my forehead thinking these erotic, taboo thoughts. Ian excused himself to the bar and ordered another round of beer for all of us. While waiting for the bartender I watched Ian playing with his phone. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to find a text message. “Hey Zak. I’m standing the bar with an ass full of your boyfriend’s poz cum, and it’s turning me on so much. I want you both to fuck me right here and right now. I need your seed. Poz my fucking ass.” I replied, “You got it, pig. Come home with us tonight. We’ll fill you up with our demon seed.” My phone again lit up with one word. “Yes!!!!!!!!” We ended up staying with Brian and Ian until bar close. On our way home I received a text from Ian. “Are we still on or tonight? I’ll sneak away from Brian for a bit.” Zak took my phone and replied, “This is Zak!! Come on over, pig. Walk right in….we’ll be waiting upstairs naked.” 15 minutes later I heard my front door open and close. Zak was on my bed lying on his back, legs spread with hard cock down my throat. I heard footsteps on the stairs and the bedroom door creaked open. “Get your twink ass in here and get those clothes off, pig,” Zak said. Ian stripped naked. His cock already boned. We led him to the bathroom and pushed him to his knees. Ian stroked his hard shaft while Zak and I stood over him a few feet away. We aimed our cocks and urine flew from our piss holes, soaking Ian from head to toe. He opened his mouth. We aimed our stream into his mouth and he drank our piss while caressing his drenched chest and abdomen. He began to piss on himself hitting his face, and lapping it up with his tongue. We all emptied our bladders, leaving Ian kneeling in a puddle, completely soaked and dripping piss. “That’s it, pig,” Zak said. “Mark our territory first then fuck the hell out of you with our poz meat.” We pulled Ian to his feet wet and stinking of piss and pushed him onto the bed. “You’re going to have one wrecked cunt dripping blood and toxic seed tonight, pig.” We tied Ian to the bed on his belly with one hand free and tossed him a bottle of poppers. “Take a whiff pig…..you’re going to need it,” Zak commanded. Ian obeyed and was soon flying high. Zak buried his fingers into Ian’s cunt and worked his ass raw. Ian squirmed on the bed, rubbing his boned up cock on the mattress. When Zak pulled his fingers from Ian’s hole he buried his tongue in Ian’s cunt. “That’s it, pig, the faint taste of blood. You’re primed for our demon seed.” I mounted Ian’s cunt, thrusting in balls deep with only spit for lube. I withdrew then buried deep into his gut again. The gono was flowing, and that familiar sensation of discharge burned down my shaft into Ian’s cunt. I continued to thrust into Ian with the full length of my cock each time. “Fuckin pig, your bleeding cunt is open to take all our dirty seed,” I said. “Give it to him. Infect his ass,” Zak added. When the sun came up Zak and I had pumped 3 loads each into Ian’s cunt. As promised a mix of blood and cum oozed from Ian’s fully loaded hole as Zak pulled out of him for the last time. Ian had shot two loads of jizz himself during the night. The three of us collapsed on the bed naked and exhausted and drifted off to sleep in a tangle of flesh. I woke several hours later with a piss hard on and Ian curled up in my arms. I tried to slip out of bed without waking Ian or Zak so I could relieve the pressure from my full bladder, but I startled Ian and he woke up. “Where are you going,” he mumbled half awake? “I have to piss like a race horse.” “Come back here,” he said. I stood at the edge of the bed, and Ian gently grasped my cock at the base. He held the head of my dick in his mouth, and I let go with a full stream of piss. It was difficult, but I managed to pause every little bit while Ian gulped down my strong, morning dew. He drank every last drop like a good pig. “Now get back in bed,” he whispered. I curled up with Ian, and he spooned me with his hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks. Zak rolled over and spooned Ian with his meat buried into Ian’s ass crack. We all drifted off to sleep with Ian between us. This felt so good, the three of us in bed together. A few hours later I woke to Zak pounding his hard meat into Ian’s hungry cunt. My cock quickly boned up. Ian was begging for our poz loads, and we were all too happy to oblige. Zak was already close to firing off another load into Ian. “Oh Fuck!!!....you horny pig. Here comes my poz cum. Take my DNA. FFFUUUCCCKKK!!” Ian arched his back into Zak’s meat. Zak’s body jerked as his cock erupted shooting another load of toxic cum in Ian’s cunt. Zak pulled out and I immediately mounted Ian. I fucked his hole with deep, slow plunges with the full length of my shaft. “Fuck, your hole is so fucking sweet. You’re so full of our poz cum. It feels like velvet on my shaft. I’m going to unload more toxic cum in you, you hot pig. Feel my shaft stretching your hole open. Feel our demon seed in your body…..taking over….infecting you……fuck yyyeeesss!!” Ian slowly squirmed on the bed, working his hard shaft against the sheets and pumping my cock with his ass. “Fuck…..make love to my ass….fucking poz me up.” I worked our seed into his guts in a passionate exchange before firing off my dirty cum deep in his hole. Ian could hardly contain all the venom in his ass. It already was leaking from his tender hole. We slipped a butt plug into his cunt to keep our poison where it belonged and let it do its job. Ian showered up then rushed out the door. He was meeting Brian for Sunday brunch. Ian sat at the restaurant looking across the table at Brian. His hole puckered around the butt plug buried deep in his hole, and the thought of all our dirty cum in his cunt boned his cock. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations as his cock throbbed. He again glanced at Brian with a slight grin on his face……maybe he would be planting some of his own seed into his boyfriend later today……. More to cum, guys………

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 5 We arrived at my house. While Zak chased me to the front door I stripped off my shirt and dropped it on the front porch. I flung the door open and ran toward the staircase with my hard cock begging to burst from my jeans. Zak caught up to me at the stair landing. He grabbed my ankle on my way up the steps, causing me to catch myself as I fell to the stairs. I laughed and turned over onto my back as he crawled up the stairs on top of me. He grinned, “You can’t get away from me, hot man.” I put my arm around his neck and pulled Zak’s lips to mine. As he rested his body on top of me I felt his boned up shaft press against mine. “Like I didn’t want to be caught.” The trail of clothes contnued. I pulled Zak’s shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. The pants were next. After I unzipped his jeans and worked them off his sweet ass, Zak stood up and kicked them to the floor at the base of the stairs. I remained on the steps leaning back on my elbows. He stood before me naked and hard then slowly made his way up the steps, straddling my body. He towered over me with his monster meat dancing straight out at attention and balls dangling above my face. Poison drooled from the monster’s mouth. I reached up to his chest and slid my hand down his abdomen to his cock. I grasped his shaft working more precum from his piss hole and down his Prince Albert jewelry. Strings of toxic juice dripped from his jewelry and met my tongue on the way to his death stick. I ran my tongue across his PA ring, to his gaping urethra, lapping up all his sweet nectar. I licked the head of his beast then slipped his shaft past my lips and down my throat while massaging his low hanging balls. He groaned with pleasure as I continued to devour his cock. Zak pulled his dick from my mouth and straddled my body on his knees. He unzipped my jeans and crawled down a few steps before standing up. Zak grabbed my pants leg and tugged to slip my jeans off, but they didn’t budge because I held onto the waistline. I started to laugh. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” Grinning, “Yep!!” He yanked harder. I grabbed the handrail to brace myself but still slid down a step or two as my jeans let loose and tore off my body with one swift swoop. My hard rod slapped against my abdomen with a smack. Zak whipped my jeans to the floor with a grin on his face. “Turn over and get on your knees. Get ready to take my poz cock, pig.” Zak smacked me on the ass with his open palm then positioned behind me. He spit on my hole and in his hand and lubed both up. With one swift jab he tore open my hole with the head of his mighty tool. “Woah, Zak!! You mean business.” He showed no mercy and plowed into my ass with the full length of his shaft. “Take my poz meat, bitch.” The more he talked dirty to me, the harder and more turned on I got. “Fuck, yes….give it to me.” As he rammed into me again, “If you’re not poz yet, you will be after today. I’m going to tear you up.” “It feels so fucking good. Fuck me!!” “You like my poz dick in you, don’t you bitch?” “I love it. Poz my ass.” “I can’t hear you bitch. You want it?” “Yes!! I want your DNA in me.” Zak continually pounded into my prostate, pushing me closer to the edge. He again cracked his hand on my ass then grabbed my hips and rammed in me harder and harder. “I’m going to wreck that hole till you bleed, bitch. You’re getting my babies right into your blood.” Zak was relentless. I could feel his PA stretching and tearing my hole up. “Fuck, yes, bitch. That’s what I wanted to see. Look at this, bitch.” Zak pulled out of my ass. I turned my head to see his meat pulsing and throbbing, coated with streaks of red blood. He again slammed his two fingers into my ass and pulled them out with red juice on them (a mixture of poz precum and blood). “Taste my virus in your blood.” I stuck out my tongue and he slid his fingers into my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean swallowing every bit down my throat. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot. Ready for my poz load, bitch?” “Yes, give it to me.” “What do you want, pig?” “I want your poz cum in me!!” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Beg for it, bitch. Beg for me to convert your ass.” “Fuck, please, give me your poz cum. Please charge me up.” Zak increased his force of his thrusts and again grasped my hips. “You loved fucking that waiter, didn’t you, bitch?” “Fuck yes. I loved breeding him.” “Giving him your seed to convert him.” “Yes, I want to infect guys.” “Fuck!! Share my virus. Poz those bareback pigs.” “Yes!!” “Fuck, here comes my poison, bitch.” “Oh Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust into me balls deep, and his cock began to pulse. Each throb made my ass pucker tight around his death stick. I reached for my cock, and just touching the shaft of my rod pushed me over the edge. My cock erupted. As my rod sprayed semen onto the stairs I felt Zak’s jizz coat my bloody guts. My ass was full of toxic seed. Zak pulled out from my hole, and bloody jizz leaked from my wrecked ass. Zak quickly lapped up his spooge then shared it with me in a deep, passionate kiss. Zak laid on the steps next to me, sweaty and panting. I remained on my hands and knees, puffing, and grinning from ear to ear. Being with Zak was exhilarating. He looked into my eyes, and with a serious look on his face reached up to me and caressed my cheek with a gentle touch of his hand. “I know we just met, Zeek, but I know how I feel about you. I want to be with you, two pig partners.” “You mean two poz, pig, partners.” “Yes, two poz, pig, partners.” I leaned over and gently kissed his lips and buried my tongue in his mouth. “I’d love that.” Zak and I showered together, lathering each other up, and boning each other up. I sucked his hard dick, deep throating him and tasting his sweet nectar that I loved. He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Open up, Zeek.” His cock pointed upward in front of my face. I stuck my tongue out to meet a stream of piss shooting from his shaft hole. He filled my mouth with urine, and I gulped it all down my throat. Zak grasped his dick and aimed it at my head, spraying piss all over my face. I lapped it from my lips as it drenched my stache. He continued to spray piss all over my body. I loved seeing it shoot from his dick hole, and again took his stream down my throat. The last few shots of piss ran down my throat, and I again took the full length of his massive meat into my mouth. Zak pulled me to my feet and made out with me while the hot water pounded against our bodies. That evening we cruised the club scene looking for fellow pigs to stealth fuck. I was pretty confident that Zak’s virus was in my system, and that I could very well be poz or pozzing very soon. Either way, the thought of us converting a negative pig together had my dick rock hard sitting at the bar. We scoped out the potential victims, and noticed a cute, trim, blonde haired twink sitting alone at the other end of the bar. He had a nice, scruffy, beard covering his face, and something about blondes and redheads gets me boned, not to mention the thought of our dicks in his twink ass bare. Zak and I motioned for the bartender and bought our twink a drink. The bartender pointed us out, and the twink raised his glass and smiled to thank us. We did the same and motioned for him to come join us. He picked up his drink and made his way to our end of the bar. As he approached us he put out his hand for the customary handshake. “Hi, thanks for the drink guys, I’m Ian.” “Zak and Zeek.” We each took his hand to shake it. A solid handshake, a good sign (I think you can tell a lot about an individual from a handshake). For starters this told me he was confident, and sure of himself. “Different names you don’t hear all the time… nice. Are you two partners?” I looked at Zak, and before I could say a word he blurted out, “Yes, we are.” “You two look good together. Nice ink too, guys. I love tattoos.” “Have any ink, Ian?” “No, but I’d like to. I just can’t make up my mind what to get.” (Thinking to myself) I know what you can get…..a biohazard tattoo after we poz your sweet ass. “Well, Zak here is a tattoo artist. He’s doing my sleeve.” “Awesome!! You do beautiful work, Zak.” Then Zak added, “If you decide you want some ink, I’d be happy to schedule a consultation with you.” “Oh, are you here in Milwaukee?” “No, I’m in Chicago, but I can pack up my equipment and head up here to see Zeek and do some ink work for you.” “Oh, so you live in Milwaukee, Zeek?” “Yep, we’re doing the long distance thing for now. We just met not too long ago.” “Cool.” He raised his glass again, “Well here’s to you two. A handsome couple.” “Thanks, Ian.” “I’ll be right back guys. I have to piss like crazy.” Ian turned and made a bee line for the men’s room. “Sweet, look at that ass, Zak.” “I’d love to tag team that.” “Well, what are you waiting for, Zak?” “Be right back.” Zak was off his bar stool in a flash and heading for the men’s bathroom. Zak walked into the dimly lit men’s room, took a spot next to Ian at the urinal, and whipped out his dong. The urinal was a long trough…..quite the cruisy scene. “Well, your cock is as beautiful as your ass, Ian.” Ian started to piss. “Fuck, are you ever hung, and inked too, so hot.” That’s all it took, and Ian’s cock started to bone up. Zak reached over and put his hand into Ian’s piss stream then licked his fingers. “MMMM, sweet.” Ian stopped pissing and looked at Zak. Ian was now fully erect, “You like piss too?” Zak grasped Ian’s shaft and turned Ian toward him. He got down on his knees and put the head of Ian’s cock in his mouth. “You want my piss?” Zak only nodded yes since his mouth was quite full. “Fuck, here it comes.” Ian let go a full stream of piss. Zak didn’t lose a drop and guzzled all of Ian’s piss from the tap. Zak came up for air, “God, I love piss.” Zak put Ian’s cock back in his mouth and started to deep throat his boned up meat. After a few minutes of sucking a guy stumbled into the bathroom and interrupted the play. “Oh, excuse me guys, sorry.” The guy awkwardly fumbled his way out of the bathroom and let the door close. Zak and Ian laughed. “Guess we should take this to Zeek’s place. Are you game?” “Absolutely!!” Zak and Ian returned to the bar with obvious boned up cocks bulging in their jeans. “I see you two got a little friendlier in there.” “Ian’s game. He’s going to join us.” “Sweet.” I reached for Ian’s package and grasped his hard dick while planting a long, wet kiss on his lips. “Damn, and an awesome kisser too.” We slammed our drinks, and the three of us left the bar. As we walked out the door my cock was already rock hard at the anticipation of filling Ian’s ass with toxic seed. Ian followed us home, and we made sure to not lose him in route. We both whipped our dicks out on the way home. Both our piss holes were already oozing precum as we stroked each other’s shafts. “Fuck, this is our first time tag teaming, Zeek.” “This is going to be so hot.” We offered Ian something to drink, but after one sip of our beer, the bottles sat on the coffee table. Zak grabbed Ian’s crotch, “Now where were we? Oh yeah.” Ian chuckled and unzipped his pants. Zak pulled Ian’s dick out and got on his knees. He held the tip of Ian’s cock in his mouth and downed Ian’s pissed. He saved the last mouthful and locked lips with me, sharing the Ian’s piss with me. I pulled Ian’s shirt off, and dropped mine to the floor, then began to make out with him on the sofa. Zak pulled his shirt off and added it to the pile on the floor. He knelt in front of Ian, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them from his trim body. Ian’s cock was fully erect, a good 8 inches, and leaking his nectar onto his abdomen. Zak wrapped his hand around the base of Ian’s shaft and licked up his sweet juice before slipping the full length of his meat across his tongue and down his throat. I unbuttoned my jeans and worked them to my ankles, and flipped them to the side. Ian stroked my throbbing meat while our lips remained locked, our tongues dancing together. Zak continued to deep throat Ian’s cock, and Ian grabbed Zak by the back of the head burying his dick even further into Zak’s mouth. Zak had unzipped his jeans letting his hard, poisonous monster out to stroke, but kept them buttoned to conceal his biohazard ink. After a few minutes he licked his finger and began working it between Ian’s legs massaging his tight hole. Ian quickly responded, lifting his legs and spreading his cheeks. Zak buried his face in Ian’s ass and licked and probed his hole, working his tongue inside. While Zak rimmed Ian, I engulfed Ian’s cock into my mouth. I could taste his sweet nectar on my tongue as it leaked from his piss hole. Zak worked a few fingers into Ian’s hole, teasing his cunt to open up then buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. Ian moaned and squirmed with pleasure as we worked his cock and massaged his sweet hole. “Fuck, you guys are so fucking hot. I love it.” I pulled Ian’s cock from my mouth, “There’s a lot more where that came from.” I nudged Zak, “Come on guys, let’s take this to the bedroom.” I led the guys down the hall to my bed. My cock was fully erect, anxious to seed our blonde twink. Zak wrapped his arms around Ian’s chest from behind, kissed him on neck, and ground his cock between his ass cheeks. He whispered into his ear, “Get on the bed on all fours. I want to fuck your ass.” Ian crawled on the bed with his ass at the edge for easy access. Zak knelt at the edge of the bed and again buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. He licked and fucked Ian with his tongue, lubing his cunt for his toxic cock. Ian arched his back and groaned with pleasure. I slipped onto the bed on my knees in front of Ian; my cock leaking its juices that I hoped was charged. Ian grasped my dick directing it toward his mouth. He licked the full length of my shaft then engulfed my cock down his throat to the base. Chills shot through my body. I grabbed our blonde twink by the head and slowly fucked his throat, making him gag from the tonsil probe. Zak fingered and rimmed Ian’s man hole, loosening him up. His hole puckered around Zak’s fingers, and Ian pushed against Zak’s hand, working his fingers deeper inside. Ian began to rock back and forth on Zak’s fingers. He was primed and ready to seed. “That’s it, boy. Open up. You’re ready for my cock.” Ian flipped my cock from his mouth, “Do you have condoms?” We prepared ahead of time for this. “Sure do.” I reached for my nightstand drawer and tossed a jacket to Zak then flipped a bottle of lube on the bed next to Zak. Zak stood at the edge of the bed behind Ian with his toxic precum dripping from his PA ring. Ian was mesmerized with the flames of ink down Zak’s shaft, “Fuck, yes, what a hot cock.” (Thinking to myself) Yeah, one hot, POZ cock. Zak tore the package open with his teeth and stretched the condom over his PA ring onto his cock head. Ian continued sucking my pole. Zak looked at me and grinned. He slipped the condom off his cock, unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. Zak lubed up his shaft. He lined up the head of his monster to Ian’s cunt and pressed firmly against his hole. My shaft stiffened in Ian’s mouth at the sight of Zak’s biohazard tattoo and poisonous cock about to plow our unknowing, blonde twink. “Relax that cunt, boy. Let me in.” Zak grasped Ian by the hips and slowly worked the mouth of his monster into his manhole, drooling the first bit of toxic juice in his cunt. Ian gasped and groaned as Zak thrust farther inside, tearing his ass open. My cock flipped from Ian’s mouth, “Fuck it hurts.” “I’m about half way in, boy. Just relax, and let my shaft slide on in.” “Yes sir.” Zak again pushed on, further opening Ian up, then buried his cock balls deep inside his neg host. Ian tensed up in pain, “Fuck!!” “Damn, you’re so tight, boy. Feels incredible.” “Fuck, give me a sec. Hold on.” Ian slowly relaxed then began to ride Zak’s tool. “Fuck, so fucking hot,” as Zak began to thrust in and out of Ian. “God your cock feels good in me.” Ian’s hole begged for cock, and Zak pounded his ass hard and rough. He again devoured my cock in his mouth, working my pole, drinking up my precum. I pulled my cock from Ian’s mouth, “Suck my balls, boy.” “Yes sir.” Ian licked, then slipped both my balls into his mouth. My cock stiffened as I stroked my throbbing shaft. Ian sucked my balls for a bit then spit them out and stuck his tongue out at the head of my dick. I slapped my cock across his tongue then again fucked his face. Zak continued to plow our twink’s ass. “Fuck, boy, you’re going to push me over the edge. You have one sweet cunt.” “Fuck, shoot your load, Zak.” Zak asked, “You want me to cum, boy?” I nearly shot down Ian’s throat, knowing he was about to take a toxic load of jizz. I pulled my throbbing cock out of his mouth to save my cum for his sloppy hole. “Yes, fuck…..cum inside me.” “Are you sure?” “Fuck yes….shoot your load.” “You got it!!” Zak buried his cock deep in Ian’s hole. “Here it comes, pig.” “Fuck yes.” My eyes were fixed on Zak’s cock and biohazard tattoo. I stroked my shaft slowly, edging myself so close to cumming. Zak’s meat stiffened and throbbed as he started to fill Ian’s cunt with his venom. “Oh my God, I can feel you shooting in me. Fuck, yes.” Zak’s body jerked and he moaned and panted as he loaded Ian’s guts with his poz cream. Sweat ran down Zak’s face and chest. “So fucking sweet.” Zak pulled his still hard cock from Ian’s hole. The last few drops of toxic seed oozed from his piss hole, and Zak slammed back into his victim, working his seed deeper inside. He again pulled out and poz cream leaked from our twink’s cunt down his ball sack. Ian turned his head to look at Zak, “Fuck, did you just cum in me bare?” Zak replied, “Sorry, we prefer it raw. I couldn’t resist giving you my load.” Ian noticed the tattoo on Zak’s abdomen, “You’re poz??!!” Zak said, “Guess so, pig.” “Fuck, and you just shot in me?!!” “Tell me you didn’t love it. Tell me it’s not what you really wanted.” Ian sat on the bed with a stunned look on his face. His cock throbbed rock hard standing straight up. “Look at your cock, boy. Your cock is telling you the truth.” “Fuck.” Tears ran down his cheeks trying to wrap his brain around what this meant. “I can’t say I didn’t love it, but it’s poz cum.” “And it’s the freedom to be a total pig. Tell me you don’t want that.” “I can’t. Fuck!!!” “Tell me you don’t want more poz cum.” Ian’s cock stiffened and pulsed. “I can’t. I don’t get it. I should be furious, but the thought of your poz cum in me is turning me on.” Zak grinned, “Yeah, boy, you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Fuck……I do. Why is this such a turn on?” Zak leaned over and gave Ian a wet kiss burying his tongue in his mouth. My cock was rock hard watching Ian’s realization that he wanted this as much as we wanted to convert him. “Just go with it, Ian. You want it, just let go.” I asked, “Are you ready for another load of cum?” “Are you poz too?” “Not sure yet. Zak’s been seeding me good for about a month so you may get a poz load and you may not.” Ian’s cock stiffened hearing those words. He stroked his cock shaft. “I don’t want to resist this. It feels so good.” Ian got back on all fours, “Fuck, give it to me. I want it.” Zak grinned, “Fuck, yeah!! That’s it, go with it. Good boy!!” Zak crawled on the bed in front of Ian, and Ian licked up all his poz cream and ass juice from Zak’s meat. While Ian serviced Zak, cleaning his tool, I lubed my cock with spit and slid right into Ian’s gooey hole. My shaft glided right in all the way, working my partner’s toxic juices into Ian’s intestinal walls. Ian began to deep throat Zak’s cock, boning him up again for round two. I continued to plow Ian’s ass, “Fuck, I won’t last long. What a turn on knowing I’m working Zak’s poz seed in you. Ian mumbled with a full mouth, “Yes.” I pumped his ass a few more minutes as Zak thrust in and out of his throat slowly. It pushed me over the edge. “Here it comes, bitch. Take my cum.” I pulled out of Ian’s ass and shot the first rope of cum across his hole then slammed back in his gut shoving my seed inside. My cock continued to throb and shoot my seed in him. “Fuck, I hope you’re taking poz cum. Take it all.” I emptied my balls deep inside Ian. My cock slipped from his hole. A mixture of our seed tinged with pink oozed from his man hole. I slammed my tongue into his gaping cunt and lapped up our juices. Zak moved in behind me, “Are you ready for more of my poz cum, pig?” “Fuck yes. Fuck me.” I moved to the bed on my back and slipped under Ian to suck his boned up cock while Zak plowed into Ian’s wrecked hole. I stroked my shaft and sucked Ian’s hard cock. Zak pounded Ian’s cunt hard. “Work that seed in you, boy. We’re going to convert your ass tonight.” “Oh fuck, give me your poz load.” “You want it?” “Yes!” “Want to poz up, pig?” “Yes, give it to me.” “I’m getting close, pig. You’re going to get my toxic cum.” Ian’s dick was rock hard in my mouth. Ian exclaimed, “Oh fuck, I’m going to shoot!” His cock pulsed and began to shoot his creamy, neg, seed down my throat. “Here’s my second load, boy. Take that poz cum.” “Fuck yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust in Ian again and let out a wild moan. “Feel me shooting in you, pig? You’re getting my virus right now.” “Oh my God!! It feels incredible!!” Ian filled my mouth with a huge load of jizz, emptying his nuts into my belly. Zak pulled his cock from Ian’s worn out hole. “Keep that seed in you boy. Welcome to the club.” Before Ian left we gave him our phone numbers. Zak hugged him, “You have a sweet ass, boy. When you’re ready for more toxic seed, or your biohazard tattoo, give us a call. Zeek will probably be highly toxic soon too.” “I will. Tonight was amazing. Thanks guys.” Ian planted a kiss on both our lips then slipped out the door. Next……chapter 6 ASAP.

Sorry for the delay guys. I'll start on chapter 5 and post it ASAP. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 4 As usual the phone rang at around 3 p.m. I didn’t even look at my cell phone screen or give my mom a chance to respond. “Hello mom. Yes, I’ll be there on time.” “I’m just checking.” “I know. I was expecting the call.” “Well, you don’t have to be rude about it.” “I’m not mom. I just knew you would be calling.” “Well, I’m glad you will be making it on time. You know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” “Yes, I know mom. I’ll be there.” “I know you don’t like when I ask this,” (Here it comes….. my mom’s opinions), “and I don’t want to pester, but your Aunt Ester and I have been wondering if you found a nice church yet.” (Thinking to myself) Well, I tricked with a priest in the rectory at St. Sebastian’s once. “No, I’m still looking, mom.” “Now whatever church you choose is really up to you, but remember, you were brought up Lutheran, and even though we weren’t fond of those Catholics, Aunt Ester became one…..well she married into it, dear, but Aunt Ester thinks you’re old enough to be safe around those priests now. So if you’re meant to be a Catholic, then so be it, but don’t be putting your fingers in that holy water, that’s so unsanitary.” “No, Mom, I wouldn’t think of putting my fingers anywhere that wasn’t sanitary.” (Thinking to myself) Unless my tongue checked it out first. “You remember Betty across the street don’t you, Isaac? You know the one with the ugly pansies in front of her house? I’m talking about flowers, dear.” “Yeah, mom.” “She told me today that her son is getting a bunch of tattoos. Betty was shocked to say the least. I don’t understand why he would want to do that.” “Well, it is his body, mom.” “Yes, but…..what do you mean It’s his body? You’re not thinking about getting any of them are you?” “No, mom, I’m not THINKING about getting any tattoos.” “Good because if God wanted you to have tattoos you would have been born that way.” “Oh, so it was divine intervention that you were born with pierced ears, mom?” “That’s different and you know it.” “How is that different, mom?” “Tattoos are defiling your temple, but earrings are just….. just a little bling.” “I’m sure God sees it that way.” “Don’t get smart with me, Isaac.” “I’ll see you tonight, mom.” My mom was going to find out about my tattoo sooner or later. Might as well be sooner and get it over with so I wore a short sleeve shirt to my parent’s house for dinner. I pulled up in front of their house and parked on the street. I started to walk toward the front door and saw my dad standing in the front window. “Walter, get the baseball bat!!! There’s a thug coming up the driveway.” Looking out the front window Walter said, “That’s Isaac’s car out front.” “Oh my God, the thugs got Isaac. Call 911!!” I opened the front door, “Hi mom. Hi dad.” “Oh for heaven’s sake, Isaac, get in here and shut the door before Betty sees you.” “It’s nice to see you too, mom.” “What is that on your arm? And what happened to your hair?” Sarcastically, “What?! You don’t like my new look?” “Well, your hair can grow back, but……but…..you told me you weren’t thinking about getting one of THEM.” “I’m not THINKING about it. I already got it.” “I suppose you think that’s funny.” “Not at all, mom. I happen to like tattoos a lot.” “Well, your father hates it.” Speaking quietly in the background, Walter said, “Actually I kind of like it.” I smirked a little. “You see, he hates it.” “Mom, I’m still the same Isaac as I was before. Actually I’m MORE myself now.” “Well, I don’t have to like it.” “No you don’t, mom, but it’s for me, not you.” During dinner my mom kept looking at me. I could tell she wanted to say something and it was only a matter of time before she couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Please tell me you’re not joining a biker gang or doing drugs, Isaac.” I chuckled, “No, mom, I’m not doing drugs or joining a gang of bikers. Dinner is good, by the way.” My dad added, “I happen to like your tattoo, Isaac. It looks well done.” My mom chimed in, “Walter!!” “Whhhhhaaaat? It looks good.” “Thanks, dad.” My mom changed the subject, “Are you seeing anyone, Isaac?” “I’ve been on a couple dates.” “You know you can bring your guy friend home.” “You mean my boyfriend.” “Well, I don’t know what to call him.” “It’s no different because I’m gay, mom. He’s by boyfriend.” “Well, your boyfriend is welcome here.” “I know. We’re not at that point, mom.” After dinner, while my mom was in the kitchen, my dad hugged me. “Don’t listen to your mom. She means well, but….. You look good, son.” “Thanks, dad.” “Take care. See you soon. I love you, Isaac.” “Yeah, I love you too. Bye, dad.” My mom hugged me goodbye and whispered in my ear, “No more tattoos.” I whispered in her ear, “It’s my body, mom. I happen to like them.” “You’re mutilating your body.” “To you I am. It’s art, mom.” “Art shmart.” “I love you too mom.” “Just take care of yourself, Isaac.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I am mom.” (If she only knew I was also chasing poz seed). “I love you, Isaac. I just want you to be happy.” “What makes you think I’m not happy?” “Nothing.” “Well then……” “I just worry about you. I’m allowed, you know.” “I’m fine mom. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye. Call me when you get home so I know you made it alright.” “Ok. Thanks for dinner. See you later.” As much as I love my parents, I was happy to be heading home. My mom can be a bit exhausting at times, and tonight’s dinner was about as relaxing as having a root canal. When I got home I called to let my mom know I was home. I flopped onto my bed, let out a deep sigh of relief, and drifted off to sleep curled up with my pillow. Zak and I talked during the week. His laughter at the details of my event-filled evening at my parent’s brought a little too much pleasure to his world. I had to chuckle a bit, though. He did not have the pleasure of meeting my mom…….YET. If our relationship continued to progress he would experience her bubbly personality firsthand. He suggested I grow my beard long, tattoo my neck and head, and pierce my septum, then invite my mom’s neighbor, Betty and her son, to my mom’s house for lunch together. I could see from his response that Zak may enjoy goading my mom relentlessly. I invited Zak to spend the weekend with me in Milwaukee and sweetened the bait by telling him we could initiate my house with some poz breeding. He took the bait and immediately cleared his schedule for the weekend. I was excited to have him coming to Milwaukee to spend time together. By Thursday I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pants, but for all the wrong reasons. My pubic hair was growing back and my crotch was itchy as hell. I tried to look like I didn’t have crabs or something while at work, but every step I took just made me want to tear my pants off and scratch like a dog covered with fleas. I never shaved my pubic hair off before our play last weekend, and as erotic as it was having Zak take a razor to “the playground” I vowed I would never do that again. I prefer pubic hair and body hair anyway. I had no choice but to tough it out. Zak had tattoo appointments Friday night so he drove up early Saturday morning. I took him to an early lunch at my favorite restaurant in the Third Ward. We arrived early, so it was still quiet before the lunch hour crowd flooded in. Our waiter was extremely handsome with dark hair pulled into a pony tail, a neatly trimmed thick beard, tattoos covering his right arm, and a beautiful, round, fuckable ass. “Hi, I’m Jonathan. I’ll be taking care of you today.” (I thought to myself) Yeah, I’d like to be taking care of you too. Zak said, “Hi Jonathan.” I added, “I don’t remember seeing you here, and I come here fairly often.” “I’m pretty new. I just moved here about a month ago.” Zak joined in, “Oh, where abouts are you from?” “I’m from Palm Springs.” “Ouch, you moved from California to Milwaukee?” “I know, I loved Palm Springs, but I have family here.” (Again thinking to myself) That you do, and we’re sitting right in front of you. “So, can I interest either of you in a cocktail to start?” Before we could respond, Jonathan dropped his pen on the floor. I reached to pick it up at the same time he bent down and our hands met at his pen. He brushed his hand lightly against mine and oh so intentionally. My gaydar was dinging “off the chart,” and my cock was half boned in a flash. I picked up his pen and handed it to him. Jonathan looked into my eyes as he stood up, gave me a smile and wink, “Thanks a lot.” With a grin on my face, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, oh yes, cocktails?” Zak ordered a bloody mary, and I got a martini. We skimmed the menu, and the waiter shuffled off toward the bar. “Did you see what just happened?” “How could I not? That boy is family, and hot looking family at that.” “He boned up my cock that’s for sure.” “Bet you’d like to poz his ass. I bet my virus is already taking over your body as we speak. You’re probably already poz with a growing viral load. Your body just hasn’t reacted yet.” Jonathan returned a few minutes later with our drinks. “Are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?” Zak said, “Sorry, we were chatting not looking at the menu. I’ll shut up and focus on the menu. I need a just few more minutes, please.” “Ok, I’ll step into the men’s room for a second and be back in a bit.” Jonathan glanced over at me, before turning and disappearing down the hall toward the bathroom. “Well, what the hell are you waiting for, Zeek? Get your ass in there.” I strolled over to the men’s room and as I walked in Jonathan glanced over his shoulder at me. He was standing at the urinal with his legs slightly spread. I took the urinal next to him and didn’t say a word. He was stroking his hard shaft and looking at his cock. He didn’t flinch as my hand slowly passed into his line of vision and grasped his boned up meat. His cock throbbed in my grip, and he let out a quiet moan. I stroked his cock and led him by his hard pole into the bathroom stall and closed the door. Our lips were locked in a flash. Jonathan unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. He said, “We don’t have much time.” “Then we better get to it.” I dropped Jonathan’s pants to the floor. I grasped his ass and massaged his man cave as I turned him around. My cock found his ass crack and I pressed my shaft against his hole. “I want to fuck you.” “If you can make it quick, go for it.” I gave him no time to bring up a discussion about condoms. I bent him in over, spit in my hand and lubed up my cock then pressed my shaft head to his cunt. Jonathan spread his legs and arched his back into my hard tool. With a little force I shoved the head inside. Jonathan flinched and his ass tightened around the head of my dick. Thinking my fast entry was painful I held my cock still. With one quick thrust, he shoved my cock deep into his ass. A gasp escaped from Jonathan’s mouth. He reached behind me and grasped my ass, holding me tight against his cheeks. After taking a few deep breaths he released his grip on my ass. “Fuck me, man. Give me that cum.” “Fuck yes. I’ll load you up.” I began to thrust into him, first slowly, then hard and fast, burying my meat all the way into his gut. Knowing someone could walk in at any minute I held nothing back. There was no verbal talk, no kissing, no massaging or caressing, just all out hard fucking. I grabbed his hips and drove my tool into his hole over and over. The thought of filling his ass with what I hoped was a potent dose of charged seed brought me to the edge in no time. My cock stiffened and swelled even more. I gave him no warning as my shaft began to throb and pulse. A huge load of cum shot from my cock in rapid succession, coating his guts with my DNA. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s ass, tucked it into my pants and zipped up my jeans. He stood up and planted a big kiss on my lips. Jonathan’s rod remained rock hard, standing at attention with precum leaking from his piss hole. He stroked his shaft a few times then stuffed his stiff rod into his pants and zipped up. “Thanks, man….that was fucking hot.” “Sorry it had to be so fast, but I loved it.” We kissed one more time then I slipped out the bathroom door. Zak glanced at me over his menu as I approached our table then stared at me after I took my seat. “Well?” I just grinned and gave him a few slow nods of yes. He smiled back at me then we both continued to browse the menu. Jonathan returned from the bathroom with a professional posture. Except for the slight bulge remaining in his jeans from his still half erect cock, he was put together neatly. “See anything you would like on the menu?” Zak couldn’t resist, “From the silly grin on my boyfriend’s face I would have to say yes.” Jonathan immediately made eye contact with Zak. Zak winked and smiled at our waiter then gave him a lusty once over with his eyes, “I’ll have what he just had with a bacon burger on the side.” Jonathan chuckled and blushed a little. Now turning slightly toward me, “And you sir?” “I guess I had my dessert before lunch, didn’t I? But, I’ll have the mushroom burger and fries.” Jonathan smiled and collected the menus, “Thank you guys. I’ll get that right in.” (Thinking to myself as I glanced at Jonathan’s ass) Think I just did that, man. “No…..Thank YOU, Jonathan.” He didn’t know just how much I meant that, but maybe he would find out in a month or so. While chowing down on our burgers Zak wanted details. I shared that Jonathan never inquired about my status and there was no discussion about condoms. “He has no idea that you’ve been taking poz cum?” “Nope, not a clue.” By the time I reached the part about me filling Jonathan’s ass with my seed, Zak had a raging hard on. “Fuck, you have me so turned on, Zeek. I want to fuck your ass so bad.” Our lunch continued with plenty of flirtatious fun with Jonathan. After finishing our meal he returned again, “Can I get you anything else, guys?” Zak suggested, “Like coffee, tea, or me? Because I’ll take the ‘ ME’ part to go.” Jonathan and I chuckled, “You guys are fun to wait on. Please do cum again.” I added, “Oh, we’ll definitely cum again.” He placed the bill in the center of the table with a brief note with his phone number, “Call me anytime for the ‘ME part to go’ guys…..thanks again for EVERYTHING.” He got a good tip. While driving back to my house Zak was still turned on by our erotic lunch. He whipped his rock hard cock out and stroked his meat. I reached over and wrapped my hand around his shaft. His rod stiffened and throbbed as I stroked his cock. I knew what was ahead for my ass and the thought of that gave me a raging hard on.

******PROLOGUE******************************* May 22nd, 1998—a day which will live in Infamy. I will never forget it! Memorial Day weekend. I had just came off a stint in the ER and had 3 days off. I had 85 hours until I had to be in uniform again. I headed to a bar to meet Bill. Bill was a nice guy, handsome, but just a friend. I knew he was Gay from the many passes he’d made at me. I always turned him down. I was a soldier, and Gay Sex was verboten. I know it bothered him that I kept saying “NO,” but I was not about to jeopardize my military career. I found him at our usual table. He had already bought me a drink and was waiting for me. He asked how long I’d be off work. I gave him the exact hours and minutes till I had to be back in hell. He glanced at his watch and chuckled. He asked my plans. “Gonna get drunk tonight and explore San Francisco the rest of the weekend. "Not meating anyone?" "Nope. This is my personal quality time." Bill smiled. “Right on." I sipped the Beam and Coke. "Ever take raw Cock up the Ass, Jack?" "Nope! Hope to someday, though…when I get out.” "Ever been fucked at all, Jack?" "Nope.” "So your Ass is still virgin then?" "You might say that, Bill.” I grew ill at ease with direction our conversation was taking and gulped down the rest of my drink. Bill, sensing my discomfiture, changed the subject to Leather. I had some interest in it; though I’d never bought any Leather gear. I had read about it, was familiar with the terminology, and knew Bill was into it big time. Suddenly I felt a little warm and woozy. Bill looked at me concerned. "You OK?" I nodded. “Just need a little fresh air.” We went outside and the wooziness got worse. I lit a cigarette. Bill was talking to me, but not in words. His voice was a deep drone. Woozy turned to dizzy, and I couldn't get the cigarette to my lips. I looked at Bill and then blanked out—nothing but black. When I awoke all I could see was a bright white light. "Oh shit! I’m dead!" Slowly I regained consciousness and noticed that the light was coming from a single spotlight. Out of the darkness came Bill’s voice. "The drug was timed, Pig! You should have never told me ‘No,’ Pig!" The bright light went off, and on came a black light. I wanted to give Bill the cussin’ of his life, but could not speak. There was a Ball Gag in my mouth. I tried to get up, but my arms and legs were bound. My eyes became accustomed to the gloom, and I looked around. I was in a Sling, totally naked, with limbs in leather restraints secured by chains. I saw 20 men, nude, and sporting hardons, getting sucked. They were dressed in Masters' Harnesses and Executioner Masks. At their feet were a dozen slaves wearing Leather Collars—the ones doing the sucking. A man in red leather pants, black shiny Jack Boots, a gold Master's Harness, and an Executioner's Mask was in charge. IT WAS BILL! He walked over to a large freezer and extracted what looked like a red Condom. "You will be a great Cum Pig Slave, a prized possession. This facilitates your Conversion—this Insemination! Don't worry. Your Ass is clean. You can thank your fellow Slaves for that." He took out of the Rubber what appeared to be a piece of white ice and shoved it up my Rectum. I flailed in protest and tried to scream, to no avail. A very large man walked up and began to pound his hard Shaft on my shriveled Balls. The Pigs or Slaves surrounded me. Their Masters crowded in behind them. In unison they bowed. Bill turned on some throbbing music, a couple of strobe lights, and bellowed for the Party to begin. The Masters shoved their Cocks into their Pigs and fucked them. I looked down in trepidation. A lone Master without a Slave shoved his bare Dick into my Pussy hard and deep. The pain took my breath away. I could feel my Mancunt getting torn up inside. "This Ass was cherry. I just popped it!" he averred, and pounded me as hard and deep as he could. I was filled with agony and dread. Tears streamed down my face as desperately I tried to extricate myself—bucking this way and that, but I was trapped. My bellicosity excited the huge Gunner all the more. His Dick began to swell. I knew what was cumming. He grunted and blasted a huge Load up my Ass! "I just knocked-up this Pig. I’ve bred him!" he bayed at the top of his lungs. The Master/Daddy still had his Cock in me. Bill came over and lowered the head end of the sling. "We don’t want to lose a drop of that hot Jizm. Do we, Jack?" The Daddy pulled out. "Welcome to the Family, Pig." What the Hell did he mean by that? What Family? Another Master shoved his slimy Cock deep into my bruised and cum-filled Hole. He pumped only a few hard strokes before he, too, blew his Load and flooded my insides with more raw Spooge. The Master/Daddies fucked the Slaves, and then used me as their Receptacle. Each of them filled my Hole with hot thick Cum. After they blew, each of them would holler, “NEXT!" The Pig-Slaves gave me a Cum-Bath. Load after Load—in me—on me. It seemed nonstop. I noticed that Bill never got undressed; and that after some of the Masters spooged in me, they would leave, and new Masters would cum in. My Ass hurt so bad, and I could tell from the blood on the Dicks emerging from my Pussy that I’d been traumatized. I lost track of the Loads in me. I drifted in and out of consciousness. When the Masters needed to piss, they did so on me. It was warm and erotic which only made me feel worse. I didn’t want to enjoy this. At times the frenzy of fucking would die down; but that only meant the current Master would fuck me long and hard. Then there was the occasional argument over who would breed me next, and two would double-fuck me. My Cunt was constantly overflowing with raw Spooge. Finally, I blacked out—for good! When I awoke, my arms and legs were free. I was still naked—Cum and Piss all over me. I was so weak and sore, it hurt to move. I gingerly reached down and massaged my Hole. Pink Cum meant only one thing. My Anus was stretched, a gaping Hole that wouldn’t soon shrink back to a normal size, if ever. I knew my Chute was saturated with raw Manseed. The Gag was gone, and I began to sob. Bill came down the stairs, helped me out of the Sling and to the shower. He got me something to eat and drink and brought me my clothes. I cleaned up and went upstairs to talk to him. "Why, Bill? Why?" "A Gay man needs to be himself. What you were doing was wrong, and you needed to be taught a lesson." “And what you and your goons did was right?” He shrugged. “We had no other choice.” On the wall was a blackboard, my name on it, and beside it maybe 100 hash-marks, representing, I supposed, the number of Loads I had taken. "Bill, you never fucked me." "No, Jack. I was the Host. Besides, I am NEG." "YOU’RE WHAT!?" "I am NEG, Jack. Every drop of Cum you took was POZ." Chills ran down my spine. "Why, Bill? Why?” I asked incredulously. He smirked. "Now you’re totally free, Jack. Now you can be a fucking Stud. No more restrictions." "But you’re still NEG." Bill drummed his fingers on the table. “A small sacrifice on my part for the benefit of Faggots like yourself. And I’m afraid I will be for a long time, Jackie Boy. I am the Master and no one fucks me." I vowed to change all that. **AFTERMATH**************************** I am a soldier, a medic; and I am patient. I went to my barracks, cleaned up, got into uniform, and reported to the Clinic. That afternoon in the ER, an opportunity presented itself. One of our AIDS patients came in with a wound that needed sutured. While cleaning up, I stuck myself with a (clean) needle and made the proper reports. That allowed me to retain military benefits should I get sick. The next evening I headed to the bar, and Bill was there. "Feeling better, Pig?" "I’m nobody's Pig, Bill." "Well, you are now. How’s it feel to be free?" "Numb," I replied, all the while thinking, “You’re gonna get yours, Cocksucker!” "When you get the news, Jack, I want to be the first to know. Stop over at my place and we’ll discuss your future." “Presumptuous SOB.” Two weeks later, I caught the flu, and gave it no heed. My birthday came and went. On August 28, 1998 (that date is burned into my brain forever), I was called to my Commander's Office. "There is no easy way to tell you this," the Colonel said. “Chief, you are HIV Positive." I about lost it—one of several stellar performances that year. He gave me a 3 day pass. I went to my room, got into my civvies, and headed for Bill's house. He invited me in. He was wearing a robe and drinking a beer. I told him I was POZ. A self-satisfied, self-congratulatory smirk graced his ugly countenance. Always the consummate host, he inquired, "Want a drink?" "Yes, please. A beer will do fine." He went to the frig. I took a pouch out of my jacket—four milligrams of Xanax that I had ground up for the occasion. It is tasteless, odorless, and dissolves quickly. It is extremely fast-acting in alcohol. I shook the powder in his beer. Bill handed me a glass and bottle and we chatted. He guzzled his drink, while I sipped mine. Before long the Mickey took effect. His lashes fluttered, and his head lolled forward. I took my time and explored the house. Down in the basement was the Dungeon where I‘d been bred; and in the back, his Office. There I found the “Diary of the Dungeon.” I read it all, where the toys are, and what they’re for. I learned how he planned my rape and who he had arranged to rape me. The Diary recorded that I had taken 97 POZ Loads in 3 days (32-1/3 Loads/Day). I even perused the breakdown of Loads per Master/Daddy. I half-dragged, half-carried Bill downstairs, undressed him, douched him (extremely messy for a Novice), and tied him in the Sling. I woke him up by pissing in his face. "Wake up, you Pig!" I recall the look of terror on his face. He tried to yell, but guess where the Ball Gag was. "Sorry, Billy Boy. Payback is such a Bitch. And guess what, you Pig? It's Payback Time!" I walked over to the freezer and opened it. There were four rows of red Condoms and one row of blue ones. Red stood for POZ or “Devil's Dick.” I showed him the two I’d selected, and shoved them in him. I lowered his head and said, "Your turn." I shoved my rigid Dick in him hard as I could. On a scale of 1-10, he yelped a 9, considering the Gag. I could see his Blood streak down my Cock as I plowed his Hole. He wasn’t kidding—he was so tight since he hadn’t been fucked for an eternity. I pounded his NEG Pussy long and hard, penetrating ever deeper. More than anything, I wanted It to take! "HERE YOU GO, PIG. HERE’S YOUR PAYBACK!" I blasted a huge POZ Load deep up Bill's formerly NEG Ass. I looked down and saw that I’d hit his sweet spot and he’d blown his Load without touching his Rod. The look on his face was one of ecstasy with tears. “As the saying goes, Billy Boy, this hurts me more than it hurts you.” Fueled more by revenge than sexual appetite, I POZ-CREAMED him six times that night; and then stuck a Butt Plug up his Ass. I left him there and went upstairs to eat his food and sleep. The next morning, I started it all over again. I pulled out the Butt Plug, gave him another red Devil's Dick, and pounded him again, filling him full of my Poison Jizz. For two and a half hours I plowed his Ass. Finally, I unbound him, helped him upstairs, and cleaned him up. He sobbed and sobbed. *******************************************************EPILOGUE******************************************************* Over the next several months, Bill and I chatted often—just conversation—nothing deep or intimate or serious. One Friday night, when I encountered him, he invited me back to his place. I didn't sense any trouble or threat, so I agreed. When we got there, he undressed and urged me to do the same. "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen. On the contrary, this is an auspicious occasion.” I was not fearful, merely curious. I’d gotten the best of Bill, and I assumed it was forever. As he traversed the basement stairs, he enjoined me, "When the door opens, come down and stand on the red square. You won’t regret it." Five minutes later the door opened, and I descended. A single bright light illuminated the only red tile. The bright light was quickly switched off, and a black light came on. When my eyes adjusted, I saw all the guys who’d raped me. They were wearing leather pants, bicep bands, Masters' Harnesses, and shiny Jack Boots. Next to me stood Bill in his red leather pants, Master's Harness, and Jack Boots. "In our world, we start out as Cum Pig Slaves and work our way up to Master. But there exists one among us who has proven himself to be not only a Master; but a Master's Master. This person shall never be referred to as Pig again, but Sir from all of us.“ The Pig Slaves came up to me. They dressed me in tight black leather pants with a blue stripe along each leg seam, tall soft leather Jack Boots, and a blue and black 3" bicep band. Bill told them the story of my revenge, adding, "I got my results back today. Jack is my POZ Daddy." He then reached in a box and pulled out a gold Master's Harness with a black onyx in the center. Inscribed on it were the letters "LS." He put it on me. "Jack is no more. I present to you LEATHER SOLDIER!"