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This is fiction! I have been on PreP now for the past 3 years and decided it was time to give my body a break. I am your average 45 y/o guy on all accounts and had no luck in the love department. So I decided to embrace my piggy side a year ago and got a tattoo of a pig on one arse cheek and the word pig with the tail of the "g" turning in to an arrow pointing to my arse hole. Since love is not in the cards, why not just be the pig bottom I am right? I have a thing for Mediterranean (ME) guys and was shocked when a 40 y/o ME guy on BBRTS oinked me. I checked out his profile and he had the perfect hairy check, chiseled jaw with trimmed beard and a toned body to boot. He was sporting a 7 inch cock with a nice bulbous head. He was a smoker which I love. I love kissing smokers and the taste of them and the smell of cigarette smoke on a man when making out. It is so manly! And his status said "ask me". I was intrigued, but blown away by his looks and quickly forgot about the status. We chatted for a while and I was blown away when he asked if I wanted to exchange phone numbers. We did and actually chatted for some time. He was so hot to talk too. Deep confident voice yet somewhat kind all at the same time. He shocked me and asked if I'd be interested in a dinner "date". I had only recently moved to the city and had a one bedroom apartment on the 5th floor of a complex with a balcony. So I suggested he come over to my place for dinner on a Friday night. The date was set. Come Friday night I was all excited and ready. I cleaned out and wore my jocks and tight jeans and t-shirt. He turned up and I buzzed him up to my floor. A knock at the door and I was so nervous. I opened the door and my heart skipped a beat too many. There he stood. Slightly taller than me. Toned and wearing tight jeans and a white t-short and to my surprise and delight, a backpack. He seemed prepared. I smiled and said hi and he smiled and walked straight in. As I closed the door behind him I heard him drop his backpack and felt him grab me from behind and turn me around and kiss me like he meant it. Immediately I could taste the cigarette smoke (he obviously had just had one) and I could smell it on his body. He pushed me to the wall just inside the door and grinded his crotch against mine as he kissed me like no one had ever kissed me before. He stopped for a break and looked me in the eyes and smiled and simply said "yeah". After a minute or two kissing without moving an inch further into the apartment he breaks the kiss and motions down to a bulge in his crotch that looks like it is about to rip the zipper apart from the pressure along. At the tip of the bulge there was a wet spot. Fuck he precums a lot. I drop down and start licking the bulge and wet part and get a slight taste of salty precum through the jeans. I undo his jeans and zip and he is commando and his cock bounces out. It is rock hard and dripping precum. I suck him and taste his precum seed and it tastes amazing! Before too long he grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me up and looks me in the eyes and says "you want this don't you?". He stays full clothed with only his cock pulled out of the front of his jeans. I am melting at the look in his beautiful eyes and he kisses me again. The smell and taste of cigarette smoke is intoxicating. He turns me around and kisses the back of my neck and starts to undo my jeans from behind. He then bites my neck and I know I will have hickies to hide next week. he pulls the back of my jeans down just below my arse, but otherwise leaves them on. He steps back slightly to look at my arse and can see the tattoos. "Don't you think it is time to feed the pigs?" Before I can answer, He shoves his cock in me raw with one push and holds it there to give my arse time to stretch and accept him. Before long he is pounding me against the wall. He gets verbal and tells me it's time the pigs got a good meal and that I should get used to this and that this is just the start. He starts saying he has a 7 day load he has been saving for me "just for me to be sure" and the words wash over me. We are still just inside the front door. He picks up the pace and starts saying "this is it" and "it's time". All of a sudden he shoves in deep and says "you want this right?" and without a chance to even respond I can feel him flooding my insides with the biggest load I have ever taken. He really had been saving it. As he is pumping the last drops in me I am in a haze and saying "yes I want it, I want it, I want it". Still rock hard and plugging my hole he begins kissing my neck and leans in and whispers in my ear, "I probably should have said earlier, but I am poz. As in high VL poz and not on meds". I instantly have a moment of panic, before a feeling of resolve sets it. I think to myself "If I am going to convert would it be so bad if this hot guy is the father?" Standing there, his cock slowly going soft but still inside me I reach back and grab the back of his head as he is kissing my neck again. "Do you want to get me pregnant? Is that what you want". He replies, "Yeah, I was gunna tell you first, but I got carried away and couldn't help myself". I ask him "so what are your plans for the weekend?" and he responds "not much". His cock slips out and we both pull our jeans back up. I turn around and he kisses me much more passionately now. "I need a smoke after that". So we walk out to the balcony and he lights up a smoke. Between puffs we kiss and I give in to this middle eastern god. "Stay the weekend and spend it getting me pregnant". He kisses me hard and grabs my arse which is a little wet due to some cum dripping out. "Done deal". To be continued.

Part 2: We stand on the balcony and Scott (his name) lights up a smoke and I grab a couple of beers. We chat about life in general for a bit. I lean against the balcony and Scott comes up behind me. Beer in one hand and he nudges his crotch against the back of my jeans beer in his left hand and starts to explore my chest and crotch with his right hand. I feel his crotch beginning to swell again. It's been about an hour since he first seeded me in the front door. As his right hand begins to explore my crotch he kisses and bites my neck between chugs on his beer. It feels so good and he is so passionate. Again I can feel he is rock hard in his jeans and as he throws back the last drop of his beer he puts the bottle aside and now i have one of his hands roaming my body and the other is down the front of my jeans. "Round two then" he says and without moving he undoes my jeans with one hand and his own jeans with the other in one smooth synchronized motion. I hear him spit on his hand and seconds later I feel his cock slide back in. I hear him groan and grunt and say "it's like it belongs in there. Your arse feels like it is sucking my cock in and my seed out of me". I am leaning over the railing of the balcony watching people walk past below me as Scott is balls deep inside my already cum filled hole. This time is different to the first time. It is slower, more sensual. He keeps kissing my neck and I can feel the stubble of his beard as he rubs his mouth against my neck between kisses. I can still smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and his body when he is in close and it is driving me mad. In my haze of glory out of nowhere I shoot the biggest load I have ever shot before in my jeans hands free and seconds later I hear Scott groan and speed up and again he leans in close and his body is hard against mine. If you were walking below and looked up you would see both our heads. "Fuck, here it comes...more of my see......d" He doesn't even finish the word seed and I can feel it again as he pumps rope after rope of seed in me. Check out Watersports for extension of this part..... He stays that way for a few minutes. Apart from all obvious hot points for this man, he stays hard after cumming. He stands there balls deep inside me, plugging my hole with his rock hard cock, as my arse absorbs his DNA. He puts his hand down the front of my pants and finds the surprise from earlier. "Fuck man -you came in your pants hands free". "yeah, that's what you do to me. I have never done that before." I say. He slowly pulls out of my and takes his hand out of my crotch with a big glob of cum in his hand. He turns me around and lifts his cum filled hand to his face and beard and smears it over his beard. "How much you want me?" he says. I lean in and lick every last drop of my cum off his beard and kiss him with it. I do this until his beard and face is clean and there is no cum left to share.. Scott does his jeans up and sits down and motions me to do the same and site on his lap. I do my jeans up and he lights another cigarette. I straddle him and we kiss between drags on his cigarette. "I'm pretty toxic you know. It's a good chance the deed is already done". My heart drops. It has been such a good night and good fuck. Is he just going to leave now. I think Scott senses this by the look on my face. "Oh, I am just saying the deed is probably already done. That doesn't mean I am finished by a long shot. I am enjoying this so much, and I believe a man should always see a job through to completion, so if it is ok with you I'd like to spend the night and really make sure." I big smile crosses my face as does Scotts. "I'd love that". Scott kisses me and says "unless you have something else planned, I'd like it if I could stay the entire weekend". And he does. Scott spends the weekend fucking me everywhere. In the shower, in the kitchen, on the kitchen table - you name it. We go out for drinks on Saturday night and he fucks me in the toilet at the pub and then on the walk home he fucks me behind a garbage bin. Sunday night comes and Scott is laying next to me in bed. "I have a favor to ask" "sure, I say". "I have to go to work in the morning and it is a busy week. But I don't want anyone else fucking you for the moment. I want to know that when you convert that it is mine. I want to know I sired you". "I promise" I say. We go to work on Monday and I get a few texts from Scott and after two days of texting, he says he can't wait any longer. He comes over Wednesday night and it is all on again. It turns out I didn't have to wait long and worry about other guys fucking me. After Scott comes over Wednesday night, he never leaves. He spends almost every night at my place and inside my hole. One month later I get a bad flu and he tells me he thinks it's time. I get tested, Scott by my side, holding my hand. It's positive. He kisses me and tells me "now I know you really are mine and that's my DNA in you now". He does this in front of the doctor. He doesn't care, he is a proud father in love 🙂

Check out WS extension: ...He doesn't even finish the word seed and I can feel it again as he pumps rope after rope of seed in me. While kissing my neck as he did before he stays rock hard inside me as he gets his breath back. He leans back and says he needs to go piss. I grab his arse pulling him tight into me and say "then piss man - no need to go anywhere". I swear I feel his cock twitch. He says "you sure?" with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Let it go man, just let it go. It may dilute the seed a bit, but hey, you can make up for that the rest of the weekend right?" Without another word I feel it. My bowels are filling with his warm piss. I guess he really needed to go. After he has finished and my insides are swimming with his seed and piss, he slowly pulls out and only a drop of piss escapes. "fuck that felt good" he says as he does his jeans up again. I pull my jeans up as well. "I wanna hold it as long as I can". Scott sits on the outdoor chair and lights up another cigarette clearly pleased with himself. He motions for me to come site on his lap, and I do and straddle him facing him and we kiss for a bit. It doesn't take long and I am feeling the pressure. "Mate, I gotta go let it out". As I start to stand up Scott grabs my arse and pulls me back down on to him and kisses me again and says "then let it go". I simply can't hold it anymore and stream after stream of his piss and cum and flowing out of my arse into my jeans and then down onto his jeans. "Fuck that feels nice and warm" he says and mine and his jeans are soaked with his piss and cum. "Guess I will have to stay the weekend now to pump some fresh seed into you while my clothes are being cleaned". And he does 🙂

Went to campit in West Michigan for the first time last night after a day at the dunes resort in saugatuck. Hung out, had some drinks, and generally had a normal time while I waited for the sun to go down. As soon as it was dark, I started cruising the apps and got my first hit- a tall scruffy guy with an 7 inch pierced cock. He had one of the larger PAs I’ve seen, and we headed to his camper to grab some drinks for his friends. His camper was nice, with a covered deck area and a small offshoot that went around the corner, out of site from the main path but still visible to anyone who stopped and really looked. He showed me his cock and I immediately dropped to my knees and took it down my throat, choking and slobbering all over it. I looked up and asked him if he fucked raw, and he smiled and said “that’s the only way this cock is going inside you”. He pulled me up and moved me so I was bent over a small table, my shorts around my ankles. A few deep hits of poppers and he was sliding into my hole, nothing but spit and pre cum for lube. I was riding high and he felt fucking amazing, and he railed me hard for a while before he grunted and put his first load in me. I was still snorting poppers, and he told me he wasn’t done yet, so I stayed bent over begging for a other load. He kept slow fucking me til he was rock hard again, then grabbed my shoulders and really started slam fucking me. Between the poppers and his brutal thrusts, I could barely form a thought. Another few minutes of hard fucking, and he unloaded the second load of the night into my hole. Afterwards, he told me his husband and their friend would both want a turn later that night... those were the first of 8 loads last night. I’m definitely going back again!

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Last night I was at a mates birthday party, she always throws pretty wild parties and I needed to get away from all this Covid stuff. So when I got there I wasn’t surprised to see a good sized group and a lot of alcohol and snacks waiting in the kitchen. it was getting to about 11ish when I spotted this guy checking me out, I was topless by this point and pretty buzzed but not really drunk as I needed a clear head to help tidy up before her parents got home but was nice being ogled by a guy after having to push off two girls so far that night. He was tall short spiky black hair, stubble, he had a v-neck on showing a good amount of chest hair and loose shorts on, he was with a few guys I didn’t know. I found my mate and asked her who they were but she was too drunk to answer, I was still drinking when he approached me and whispered in my ear if I might be up for some fun, I’ve not been with a guy in weeks so I was pretty up for it so we snuck into a cupboard grabbing the key from the outside and locking it from inside. I didn’t have a chance before he pinned me to the door and pushed his tongue into my mouth. i tore off his clothes, he had a nice beer belly and a thick chest hair, he had a thick black pubes surrounding his easily 7inch uncut cock, which I greedily went down on, he holding my head as he thrust into my mouth we did this for a bit before he pulled me up, almost ripping my jeans button off as he stripped me and went down on my cock, he was an expert at it as I was totally putty in seconds and didn’t last long before I unloaded in his mouth. he then kissed me hard before asking if I had a condom cause he wanted to fuck me. When I told him I didn’t his face fell till I turned round and pulled my cheeks apart, I just said to him to not be gentle with a wink and he dropped down and ate my ass out, licking my hole hard. I could hear the party going on outside knowing people were so close was really turning me on. Though not as much as when his cock pushes into my hole. he fucked me against the door for ages, whispering in my ear how much of a little slut I was and how tight my hole was. When he came I was panting but he didn’t stop, fucking me hard as his first load leaked down my leg and gave me a second helping. We collapsed after that laying there for a while, the party had stopped by the sound of it and as we got dressed and came out we found police there breaking up the party, he snuck off quickly without a word and I stayed with my friend to clean up. Though she got me after asking me how hung was her cousin as by the sounds of my moans he was good. that he was but not that I would tell her lol

A week ago I received his standard email message "Oi Rapehole, its time" meaning he wanted another session. Those 4 words strike an almost overpowering surge of emotion within my mind and in my arse. A flood of euphoric excitement mixed with abject terror causing my guts and in particular my tight arsehole, to clench in fear. I sat in front of the computer screen reading those four words over and over as flashbacks of our previous sessions replayed like a pornographic horror movie in my mind. In cartoons the hero often has an angel and a devil on each shoulder arguing the pros and cons of an action. I was having a similar experience as my mind argued about going through with this again. Replaying past sessions reminding me of the hurt, the pain, the degradation and humiliation. I grabbed a coke zero from the fridge and drained it in seconds as I tried to calm down and make the rational choice. Within minutes I had booked the flights to London I had met Dan over a year ago during a trip to London for work. He was a maintenance worker on the London underground which kept him fit and strong he had a firm toned hairy body and a thick 7" cock between his legs. we had originally met on an App called Growlr (Grinder for Bears). During the course of our conversations he had admitted he was into spanking and liked to cause pain. I confessed I was a bit of a pain pig and loved rough sex and after a couple of weeks of chat I had another business trip to London and he agreed to meet me in my hotel room. our initial session was intense but tame compared to our other sessions however it helped me to convince him I wasn’t a psychodrama queen - talking big but crumpling into a mewling pathetic "oh daddy please stop it hurts, its too much" timewaster after a few spanks over the following months I'd meet dan for sessions as we explored our darker fantasies. Finally, we discussed ways to allow him to become more aggressive in his punishment of my ass and I raised the idea of a brutal ass-rape and asked if it was something he would consider. he warned me it would be extremely painful and if we did it, he wouldn’t stop for anything. No safe word, no tapping out, no limits. He tried to warn me he would abuse and degrade me for his amusement only. that nothing in the session would be (intentionally) for my enjoyment. he took a copy of our online chats as security - showing that I knew what I was getting into and had asked for it - in case I changed my mind afterwards and claimed I was an unwilling participant. he then set some rules: # A spotless clean hole # no stretching with toys # no poppers until he gave permission and definitely not before he was balls deep in my rapehole # and finally, and most obviously - No lube he said it was for "authenticity". that if I was grabbed by a rapist on the street I wouldn’t get any of those things so why start our scenario by cheating. he said if I cheated then he wouldn’t be able to trust me anymore and we wouldn’t hookup again. I agreed to his terms and made the arrangements. I booked an apartment near kings cross which would be handy for him when he finished work. at 6:10 on the day in question the buzzer to the front door sounded and I pushed the button, fear causing my insides to clench as I assumed the instructed position on the bed - head down Arse raised and pointing towards the door. I was to stay in this position during the raping and not look at him I heard him coming into the apartment and dropping his bag on the floor then his jacket fell on the floor beside it. I wanted to look around and see his handsome face but I dared not disobey. this was gonna be hard enough without pissing him off *SMACK* he swung his arm in a wide arc, his massive hand striking my right arse cheek Hard. I yelped then yelped again as he struck the other raised arsecheek I could feel the heat from his body against my arse. he was standing right behind me. I felt his warm breath against my hole then his dry middle finger was shoved right up my tight bung hole. I grunted as he pistoned it in and out roughly for a few seconds before pulling his finger out and putting it in my mouth ordering me to lick it. I thought he was gonna apply the spit slicked finger back into my hole to provide some relief but no it was just another humiliation. I could hear him getting undressed, occasionally slapping my presented arse hard. he started talking in a low voice, describing what my terrified butthole looks like. reminding me I had agreed to this, quoting my own words from our recorded chats. questioning the room at large if my hole was likely to rip when he went in. finally, I felt him standing behind me his furry thighs pressed against me, his rock hard cock pushing gently between my cheeks and pressing softly almost tenderly against my pucker. If my hole could talk it would have been screaming at me to pull away. I braced myself for the initial thrust I knew the pain was inevitable at this point when suddenly *Smack* he hit me across the back of my head hard - I was seeing stars "you dumb fuck, almost forgot your present" he threw his dirty boxershorts on the bed in front of me. he had obviously been wearing them all day if not longer. "turn them bad boys inside out slut". I obeyed, noticing evidence of various stains on the off-white material. "Now stuff them in your gob - don’t want the neighbours complaining". I reluctantly obeyed his nob was still pressed against my "rapehole". he grasped my hips strongly putting more pressure on my dry hole. I braced myself "Slut this shit just got real - Do you really want me to rape you???" in fear I shook my head "NO" "Good!!" He rammed his dry cock inside me. I screamed!!!!!!!!!! I tried to lunge forward to escape from this violent intrusion. I lost all sense of perspective, my entire world shrunk down to the fiery inferno pain in my arse. I had managed to dislodge only about an inch of his cock from my burning shithole but it was enough to piss him off. he pulled me back onto it causing fresh pain in my hole and guts. he started slamming deep aggressive thrusts into my ass, every so often he would slap my ass or the back of my head or punch me in the kidneys This was Waaaaaay beyond the fantasy, this was more painful than I could have imagined. Dan slapped my ass hard a few times saying "fucking slut, why didnt you tell me you were having your period" and laughed. Dan's kidney shots were also having an effect. At one point I thought I was leaking pre-cum but it turned out I was pissing myself Finally, Dan started to thrust in short fast strokes till suddenly with a growl he started unloading his spunk inside my torn shitter. He fell on top of my and after a few minutes rest he pulled out and ordered me to clean his cock As I suspected it was streaked with blood. I stood up, he wrapped his arms around me and I did the same to him and whispered in his ear "Hello Sir... Thank you!!!" I had a big grin on my face and I kissed him deeply and passionately This was the start of a long, painful and degrading night for me as Dan abused me in many ways. It was the first of four loads I took that night from him and the first of many similar sessions So Here I am again, head down arse up in response to his 4-word summons, waiting for the buzzer to sound. He said that tonight was gonna be special but didnt elaborate. I'm as scared today as I was back then. It feels like rape each time but can you really rape the willing???

Before I even knew his name he struck me as a memorable 'role model', whenever I saw still of him floating around on the internet. I didn't even know he was a porn-star, maybe just and exhibitionist amateur of 'the new age' of promiscuity. That pretty-boy look with the impish smirk and his trademark choker necklace always got me going. Him always eager to take cocks from guys that look 'way more jaded' and experienced than he could possibly be. A total 'team-player', always raw, no 'protection', no hesitation and no flinching! Takes raw cocks from any horny bastard at the sex-parties and never flinches. Being a total shameless barebacker as though the 'spirit-of-the-brotherhood' has entered him by random, anon jizz and DNA, fully accepting his poz status... so hot! I saw this sexy meme of him: his smiling face with a rough dude breeding him from behind and the caption said something like: "Turn me into a POZ whore!" DAMN so lewd and sexy! I'd eat Jarod's ass (hypothetically) after he comes back from the sex-party if he was my bf and then fuck the anon seed 'cache' he brings back home with him even deeper into him! No fear, no hesitation, no hypocrisy! Make sure all the seed 'takes' and we art all 'joined'. Hell he tops: I'd let him drip some juice from his ass onto his cock so he can fuck me with it! "Spread the risk!" to myself and live vicariously through him.

Part 2: Thursday, 830pm I must have passed out, because when I looked up I noticed it was dark. I went to check my phone, but I wasnt able to find it. Looking around my friend noticed I was awake and came over from the counter near the sink. I didnt even notice that he had changed clothes, and was in a harness and a jockstrap. "Hey, sorry I must have dozed off. What time is it? Shouldnt we head down to meet up with people?" I mumbled, still trying to find my telephone. "Nah, its Thursday, I already told you nothing fun happens on Thursday. Besides, I have some friends coming up here tonight. You should stick around and meet them, they are fun" He sat down, wrapping his arm around me. I felt so over dressed next to him, but I didnt bring anything fun like that to wear. "Hey have you seen my phone?" I asked, still half heartedly looking for it, though mostly distracted by Spots outfit. "Im sure its around here somewhere, dont worry about it" He said with a smile, leaning in to lick across my nose, my lips, then pressed in for a kiss. This was rather forward I thought, but I did have vague memories of fooling around with him prior to passing out. I looked around the room, the sling had been set up, there was a bench, towels on the couch, and porn playing on the TV. Dudes in their fursuits, and rubber catsuits, and hoods, and all sorts of fetish gear, fucking and sucking up a storm. I got sidetracked by what was playing I didnt hear the tap at the door. I looked over to see Spots open and let two people in. "Hey thanks for coming. This is my roomie, you can just call him puppy" My face turned a deep red when spot half introduced his friends to me. "Maybe you two can help me get him dressed for our room party tonight?" He cracked a grin, winking over towards me. The two who showed up had bags with them, large ones that they set down. The quickly began stripping off their street clothes, digging in the bags pulling out all sorts of fetish gear. The taller of the two pulling out what looked like a black rubber suit. "Hey I hope you dont mind, since Thursdays are usually really slow, I thought we would throw a room party. You're okay with that, right puppy?" Spot asked me, again back at the counter with the sink. I just nodded, though he wasnt looking in my direction. "Hey kid, you look like youre about my size, why dont you try on some of my gear?" the shorter of the two came over to me, handing me his bag. I held it in my hands and blushed, not really sure what was going on still. "Uh Spot? What kind of room party? I dont know.." I was stopped mid sentence as the shorter of the two friends came and sat next to me, putting his arm around me just as Spot had. He was very, very cute. "You know, some people in their fursuits, some people in gear, have a few drinks, play space, etc. You know, a party" Spot casually said, he was pulling stuff out of his little bag, using a credit card to chop something on the counter. I stopped fussing, and looked in the bag that was handed to me. There was all sorts of gear. Harnesses, a bag with what seemed to be a rubber suit. A hood. I took the hood out of the bag and felt it up with my fingers. Slick rubber, what looked like a Pig. "Hey, that would look really good on you kid. You want to try it on?" The tall friend said from across the room, I looked up and he was buck naked, sliding a rubber catsuit on, I didnt know how to answer, so I kept thumbing through the bag. I pulled out a rubber tail plug, and a metal chastity cage. I must have been beet red in the face, because they all started chuckling in my direction. I figured I was in for the long haul, still a little light headed from earlier, I stood up and went to take the bag full of gear into the restroom. Spot stopped me as I went to walk past him, his arm between me and the door. "Hey, I think you should change out here. You know, so that if you need any help, my friends and I can help you. You dont want to slip and fall while trying to get into this stuff" a cheeky grin across his face, before moving his hand to direct me back into the main part of the hotel room I moved back to the bed and set the bag down. The taller of the two friends was wrapped in shiny black and red latex, he was pulling on a pair of boots. The shorter friend was putting on his fursuit, what looked to be a wolf. I had never seen a fursuit like this one, the fur was short, it wasnt a baggy suit, it clung tightly to his body, it looked fantastic. I took my shirt off, unbuckled my pants, and pulled them off. Next my underwear. I felt a little bashful being naked in front of three strangers, but I was anxious to try on some of this gear. I took the rubber suit out of the bag it was in, and laid it out on the bed. Solid black with some red accents on the sides and back. Shiny. Slick. Zippers on the shoulders, and a zipper that went around from the crotch to the rear. I admired it for a moment before I was joined by the shorter of the two. "Here, let me help you get that on" He said, wearing the bodysuit to his fursuit, but nothing else. He grabbed a bottle of silicone lubricant from another bag, and put it on his hands before rubbing it onto me. His hands were cold. He rubbed a thin layer of the lubricant all over me. "That should help you get into it." Spot had pulled a large glass bong from another bag out onto the counter. Great, a little weed might help call my anxiety. I began to pull the rubber onto my body, limb by limb. The suit fit perfectly, like a second skin wrapping around my body. I ran my hands up and down as my new friend zipped up the shoulders, sealing me into the suit. I saw a plum of white smoke escape from Spots lips, the taller of the two friends walking over to join him. The other friend pulling out a pair of black gloves and socks that matched the suit. I quickly put them on. "Hot damn puppy, you look amazing in that! See, I told you it was going to be a good night tonight" Spot said, smoke still escaping his lips. His tall friend leaned over to hit the bong next. I was handed a harness, black and red rubber, and was told to put it on as well. I wasnt going to say no at this point, I figured I should be dressed the part if I was going to hangout at the party. As I put on the harness, matching ankle and wrist cuffs were brought out, as well as a collar. Damn, I had never done anything like this before, but it was very exciting. My heart was racing as the thick bands were wrapped around my appendages. The only things left were the hood, and the collar. I figured I could wait until the party started first. "When does everyone get here?" I asked, looking over at the two at the counter. My anxiety was through the roof, I could really use a hit off that bong. "A few more people will get here soon, why dont you just kick back and relax?" He looked over at me on the bed, sitting there head to toe in full body rubber. The taller friend moved to turn off the overhead lights, and some RGB lights that had been haphazardly strung around the floorboard of the room turned on. "Hey, can I have a hit of that?" I asked Spot. Realizing it was probably the most I had said in hours. He smiled at me, took a big hit off the bong and walked over sitting next to me on the bed. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine before exhaling, filling my lungs with smoke. I closed my eyes and took it in, I had never been shotgunned like this before. Something was different. He pulled away and told me to hold it, and not exhale. I didnt, I just stared at him. My body was tingling, my heart was racing. He told me to exhale slowly, emphasizing on slowly. I did. The white smoke escaped my lips, floating upward across my face. My eyes rolled back a little as it hit me. This wasnt weed. My daze was broke as I heard a knock at the door. The other guests had arrived.

I have had success with Grdr on and off. Yesterday I was horned as hell and went online to see if I could find some ass. About 5 min later, a young 20 something hit me up with a hello daddy come breed me. We chatted for a couple min and soon I was on my way to his place. I was there fairly quickly as I was close by his place. We kissed as I came in the door. He was cute and horny. More bottom and hungry for cock. We got undressed and kissed on his bed. His tongue was probing my mouth and I was doing the same. My cock was bone hard. He was too. I positioned myself in a 69 and we started sucking cock. Soft moans from both of us as the pleasure was great. I told him to flip over and lubed up my cock and his hole. "Fuck me daddy" I was ready. I slowly put my dick inside his hole and he hit some poppers. It hit home all the way down to the base. A great feeling! His hole was warm and silky. I pumped in and out for a bit and I too hit some poppers. We fucked for about 15 or 20 min and I felt my balls tingle. I couldn't stop or hold back and he was moaning for me to seed his hole. I had a great orgasm and pumped his ass full of cum nice and deep. He turned over and sat on my cock which was still hard. He bounced up and down a min or two and unleashed a nice load on my hairy chest. We got up, cleaned off and I was on my way. We both agreed to do it again soon.

Funny I thought all tops secretly loved seeing their bottoms struggle on their cocks. So of course it makes me harder to see em struggle on my bone. Of course getting harder and thicker doesn’t really help their cause but oh well! 😉. Always nutt balls deep, that’s not a negotiable thing, and if after a good bit of fucking I can’t persuade their deep cherry open, well then my bone is gonna taste the delight of forcing it open when I cum. Feels amazing having it finally bust around my bone when I muscle in deep to explode. And of course the reaction finishes it off.

"It's probably best if I give you the Reader's Digest version of how this sweet, sexy man came into my life." Mickey said. "It was just about 3 years ago and I was an ADA. At that time, I was only out to my boss and he assigned me to a gay bashing case. K C was scheduled to testify and we met to prepare for the trial. That dazzling smile of his had me hooked instantly. When he took the stand, I covered my crotch with a folder to conceal my hardon! The jury returned a guilty verdict in less than an hour. We shook hand on the way out of court and I cursed myself for not taking things further." Chiming in, K C said, "You weren't the only one who cursed yourself! Mickey's eyes are so intense and that unibrow of his frames them perfectly. Wrongly, I thought a man as sexy as him couldn't be single. A month went by and I gathered up the courage to go to his office and ask him out on a date. When he said 'yes', my heart fluttered and I was walking on air." Mickey reached over and stroked K C's shoulder. "No mere date, it was a night of magic! When he gave me the address, I figured he must be housesitting, but when I arrived and he told me how he came to live here, it made me admire him. The next pleasant surprise was that he cooked dinner. An arroz con pollo that would make my Abuela jealous!" Grinning like a cheshire cat, K C continued. "My parents took me to Puerto Rico for 3 weeks when I graduated 8th grade. Every night we ate dinner at the same place and every night I ordered arroz con pollo. One night, the woman who was the cook, an Abuela herself took me into the kitchen and showed me how it's done. Of course, Mickey was, is and always will be the tastiest dish! After that night, we started dating every weekend and eventually, we added a few nights during the week. Quickly, we became an item. With both of us being negative, condoms were never an issue and fucking bareback added intimacy." "The lease on my apartment was set to expire in 2 months and when K C suggested I move in with him, I knew it was time to have the talk." Mickey said. "I told him that I was happy with him, but I didn't know how long I could remain monogamous." "His fears were put to rest when I confessed to having the same issue!" K C said, proudly. "That's when I suggested we have an occasional third who would be discrete and have proof of neg status. Over the years, there's been 4 guys for a night or 2, but nothing more. Which brings us to our tats!" To be continued

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This is not my story, but it’s my favourite chems story so I thought I’d paste it here. From the stories section on nastykinkpigs... My life changed 6 years ago, when I was in a bathhouse in FTL. I was high, been smoking and bumping T for a few hours when I decided to get online in my room. I came across a profile on for this Thug looking Black man not far from where I was located. I told him that I was at the bath and I was hungry for some Black meat. We chatted for a few and he just asked me if I was partying. I admitted that I was and I couldn’t get enough cock. He told me that he would be to the bath in 1 hour, and wanted to know what room I was in. I told him and he told me to continue to smoke and fill my ass up. The next hour came and went and I just thought he was playing and then suddenly he was knocking on my door. Well he was thugged out, wife beater, chains and cap on. He came in and told me that he liked his bitches really high and I needed to smoke up. I continued to hit the pipe as he undressed. I was freaked when he pulled his jeans off to reveal the biggest black cock I had ever seen. It was at least 11 and so fat I couldn’t get my hand to close at the base. The balls were low hangers and as big as golf balls. He had 3 inches of fore skin hanging off the end, just to make the scene perfect. He was perfect, bearded, tatted and he was Jamaican. Well he put me on my knees and told me to start sucking. I couldn’t get enough of that meat in me. I’m a good cocksucker, and was eager to show him my skills. I took as much as I could and he fucked my face, calling me a dick sucking bitch and kept telling me he was going to turn me into a bitch, with a big fucked out pussy. I was so hungry for him, he was laughing at me. After a few minutes he told me to get up, we were going to Miami to a bookstore he liked, that he would drive and I could play with his dick. I jumped up and got dressed and we checked out and headed to Miami. The bookstore was on Old Dixie Highway in a ghetto part of town that I’d never been to. When we parked he told me, he was going to take care of my pussy. If I wanted his cock I had to do everything he told me, if I didn’t he’d leave me here and never have anything to do with me again. I was so hungry for his cock that I said I’d do anything. He told me to give him 20 dollars and bring my poppers and T and leave my wallet in the car. When we got inside, there was a thug guy that he knew working the booth which was behind glass. He paid the 20 and we went in. It was obvious that he came here often. When we were buzzed into the back it was totally dark at first but he led me along a wall and as my eyes adjusted I could see that there were doors on both sides of the hall and it was the nastiest bookstore I’d ever been in. We went to the last door and he opened it up told me to go inside. We both went in and he told me to undress. I quickly took my jeans and shirt off, leaving my boots on, he then took my clothes from me and told me to stay in the room, he’d be back in a few minutes, but he left me with the poppers and took the meth. I thought for sure that he was going to ditch me in there, but I was high and hungry and wanted more of that cock. When he left I sat naked on a small stool watching the monitor with the thug on white porn playing, I was again playing with myself and fingering my hole that was oozing cum from the bath. It was only a few minutes when he returned without my clothes. He told me that the guy at the booth was a friend and he had all my stuff behind the counter, and that it was all safe. Then he pulled an orange-capped syringe out of his shirt pocket and told me that he was going to slam me, if I was going to get any of his dick. I didn’t know what to do, I wanted the cock, but I’d never slammed and I was afraid. The meth in me took over and I told him ok, but I was afraid because I’d never done it. He told me that I’d love it as much as Black cock and I was going to become a pro at taking both tonight. So I stood up and he told me to put my arm on the ledge in the booth near the monitor, so he could see with the light. He then popped the orange cap off and stuck the needle in my vein. I watched scared as shit, but excited at the same time. He pulled back and you could see my blood fill the point, then he pushed it in steady but fast. The next thing I knew I was breathing hard and fast, hot all over starting at my feet and then a huge cough, and my eyes started to blur. I was fucking scared, but fuck it felt good. Instantly I wanted everything in me and he pushed open the door to the booth. There were 3 Black guys outside waiting, I know that they knew what I had done and it turned me on. My thug told me to take care of that meat, that I was a bitch and he wanted me to serve everyone in the bookstore tonight. I was on my knees at the end of the hall with the door open in the dark surrounded by big Black cock. I started to suck and it wasn’t long until I was stood up and bent forward and the first Black cock entered my hole. The three of them fucked me and dumped loads in me while my Jamaican Thug watched. When the last pumped me full I was told to follow. I walked behind my Thug naked with only my boots, fucked up. We slowly walked thru the bookstore. There was a room with a few old torn up couches and chairs in it and a big monitor playing more thug on white porn. My eyes adjusted and the room had a few black men in it with their pants open stroking big Black cocks. I was told to bend over the back of one of the couches and show my pussy off. I then heard my Thug say this is my bitch, and I’m training his pussy tonight, he a fucking meth whore and needs to be fucked full. It wasn’t but a second and I felt the head of another Black cock as it slid into my stretched pussy. The fucking continued for awhile, as I was filled with cum. I was then led down another hall to a dark room at the end of the hall. I felt around and it was so dark I couldn’t see, but I knew there were a few men in the room. We went into a corner where there were more walls and I saw a lighter, where some one was smoking a pipe. I was told to get on my knees and I heard my Thug talking to the guy smoking the pipe, and then it was put in front of me. He told me I was gonna hit it, it was crack and to inhale slowly but keep drawing, he was gonna light it. I put my lips on it and started smoking. It was another first for me, but I loved it. I was a crack smoking meth whore now, serving my Thugs. I was next presented with a fat black cock. I sucked and serviced that meat until he blew a huge load of jizz down my throat. It was only a second and I had more cock. I was later stood up and fucked from both ends, swallowing and getting my pussy filled. I knew I would do anything he wanted at this point. I was now desperate to be a Black mans bitch. In a few minutes we were back in a booth where I was told to wait it was time for my pussy juice again. In minutes my Black Thug Daddy was back. I stood up waiting for him to pump me full of the meth again. The cough wasn’t as intense this time and in seconds I was grabbing my pussy and begging for more cock. My Thug told me he would only feed me after Id had cock all night taking care of all the Brothers in the bookstore. I went back to work. I was now bold, walking up and down the halls, going in every booth I was told to. I was officially a bitch. That continued until late the next day, one black cock after another. Then My Thug Wayne was ready to feed my hungry pussy. Wayne took me to a booth and told me to face the monitor, he slid his big monster cock in me and I was a sloppy mess, with cum running down my legs and all over my face. He fucked me loud and hard, calling me a bitch and telling me that I belonged to all Black men now. I know it was so everyone could hear. After he pumped his load in me he told me to wait, he was going to get my clothes. When he returned we went to my house to clean up and rest. Wayne told me he wanted me to slam, from now on, he would help me to learn and I was to continue to go to the bookstore. That he would meet me there when he could but the guys there would take care of me. I was to smoke crack when I could because it was good for my pussy. I promised that I would, and so it began… It was only two days and I was back at Prime Time getting the deluxe treatment. To be continued…

******************************** Prologue I love corrupting young, college age kids. Gives me a feeling of power. And watching them slide into filth and depravity? Biggest turn on. Seeing these fresh faced boys go from innocent newbies into total whores and sexpigs, it's a rush, to say the least. I am Lucifer, in human form. I'm your friendly neighborhood crack dealer. I'm not kidding about being friendly, either. I'll kill ya with kindness. That's part of how I get you on my side. Narcs? I can smell 'em a mile away. I'm a smart, respectable member of society by day, but in my own time, I'm the guy they all warned you about. If I'm on the prowl for a new bottom bitch, watch out, I'm coming to get ya. I can smell you a mile away, too. Some of the older crowd are wise to my game, but they won't squeal, they know better.... I show my whores a good time anyway. All the cock they could ever ask for. And then some. Wanna party with me? I bet you do. Faggots. You serve cock. You'll eat my ass, too. I'll breed you whenever and wherever I fuckin want. It's your lot in life to be used by men. To be a whore, a faggot, a slut, a hole. Know your place, and I'll make sure you are treated right. Step outta line, and that'll be a different story. ****************************** Corrupting the Mormon boy He came into my life like an insect that had wandered innocently into a waiting spider's web. Knocking on my front door, all good intentions and a head full of naivety and religious dogma. Perfect victim. I had been sipping a cup of coffee and contemplating about how to spend my Saturday when he knocked on my door. I was still wearing nothing but a bathrobe, so I looked through the peephole first. My cock throbbed a little when I first saw him. This cute, young man, with a lean frame and buzz cut hair was going to get more than an opportunity to talk about his religion by coming here. I opened the door and asked him to come in a sit down, and I led him to the couches in my lounge. "Can I get you something to drink?" I asked the lad. "Coffee? Coca-Cola?" I enquired. "Coke would be nice" He replied. Naive boy. Yum yum. I'm going to enjoy twisting this little fucker into a fucked up whore, I thought to myself, as I went to the kitchen and prepared a glass of coke with a small hit of G. I returned, and passed him the glass, sitting down next to him on the couch. "I know what you came here for, young man, but you're wasting your time. I'm not interested in joining a religion." I said, matter of factly. He took a gulp of the drink. "I don't have a problem with it or anything, but.... it's just not for me. There's other things that make me feel... spiritual." As I was talking to the lad, while he gulped down his glass of spiked soda, I did my best to maintain eye contact, but then, as I spread my legs, to stretch open my bathrobe a little, and I saw his gaze move down to my crotch, he swallowed, and I saw a window of opportunity. I opened my bathrobe, exposing my naked body, and revealing my semi hard cock to the boy. He swallowed hard again, and I could tell he was in heat, seeing me like that. "Ever touched another man's penis? Go on. You can touch it, if you want." I said, in an encouraging manner. He kind of stalled, after putting down the glass, so I grabbed his hand, and placed it on my junk. "Here. Don't be shy.... no one has to know. Just play with my cock for a while." He started stroking me, and as he was doing this, I started stroking his chest, opening the top few buttons of his shirt and playing with his nipples. It didn't take long, until he was leaning over, lowering his head towards my crotch, getting ready to suck my throbbing cock. He wrapped his lips around the glans of my penis, and I pushed his head down the shaft, gently, and basked in the warmth of his silky fleshy mouth. I had some gear and a pipe on the coffee table, ready to go, and I also had some tabs of good acid. While I had the lad somewhat impaled on my meat, I figured it was time to show this kid how I was going to make it a "spiritual experience". I took a couple of puffs from my pipe as he was sucking me, and curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know what it was. I could only answer, "Let me show you", and I dragged in a big cloud of T from the pipe and passed it to him in a kiss, shotgunning it into his mouth. It was pretty easy from that point to get him sucking on the end of the pipe after that. I picked up my remote and switched on the TV screen. Then I put on some homemade porn I had on a hard drive I had plugged in the TV, as I was reviewing it last night. It was a video of me fucking another young slut, bareback of course, and breeding his hole. I took the pipe from him and put it on the coffee table, then locked lips with the little slut, who surely by now was slowly learning about what a slut he really was. After breaking the kiss, I said "Open wide, it's time for your communion." I watched him open his mouth, and administered a tab of acid on his tongue, and told him to keep it there as long as he could. I was going to get this kid so high he wouldn't remember where he was..... After waiting for a few minutes, I pulled him into me for another kiss, and I could tell he was getting hornier, he started playing with his own nipples and rubbing his cock through his pants while we tongue wrestled. He was mine now....

I was house-sitting for a friend a couple weeks ago and naturally got quite horny, so I downloaded Grindr just to see if there was anyone in the area. I had previously deleted Grindr since I wasn't having any luck, but this time I was messaged by a 20 year old twink about a mile away. We chatted for a little bit, he mentioned he was going to a friends place alter and was just killing time, so I invited him over. I wasn't explicitly looking for sex, but was horny nonetheless. He agreed and pulled into the driveway about 15 minutes later. He was hella cute, thin, slightly shorter than me. We sat on the deck and chatted for about 20 minutes. There was a pause in the conversation and he said, "so what are you thinking?" I said "I'm thinking I want to kiss you." He said "I think we can make that happen," so we kissed and made out for a few minutes on the deck. I grabbed his hand and took him inside to the bedroom. I put him down on the bed and stripped off his clothes, and took mine off. He had a nice cock, and a fantastic bubble butt. We rolled around on the bed kissing for a little bit. I kissed my way down his body and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him off for a few minutes until he pulled me off so he could get at my cock. He sucked me for a few minutes, licking around my balls as well, until I pulled him back up to kiss him some more. I flipped him over face down and licked my way down to his ass crack, pulling apart his cheeks to get at his hole. I rimmed him for a couple of minutes, getting his hole nice and wet, and then I asked if I could fuck him. He said yes and turned over onto his back. I had a condom nearby if he wanted it, but I just started spitting on my cock to lube it up. I lined up my cock to his hole and slowly eased in. He took it like I pro. I leaned in and kissed him as I started to move in and out of his ass. I fucked him like that for a few minutes, then had him get on all fours so I could fuck him doggy style. I held on to his hip, occasionally grabbing onto his hair as I fucked him faster and faster. I was getting close so I flipped him over and slid my bare cock back into his ass as he started jerking himself off. I asked if I could cum in him and he said yes, so I slammed my cock in and out of his ass until I started flooding his ass with my cum. I started slowing down and just then he shot his load all over his stomach. We cuddled for a little bit, then he had to leave to go to his friends, my load in his guts.

Goddamn @pervinmt this is a fucking masterpiece. Twisted but palatable, fucking fantastic writing with the raunchy imagination to boot! Thank you and more please! (I tried to think of some clever joke about being an imagineer but I’m already typing one handed and brain can only think about feeding my holes at this point, oink) 🤩

Actually, your response (by the way, your tinfoil hat is slipping) is full of misinformation. Many politicians and political figures have died of Covid, including a representative in my own state, and many, many more have been diagnosed but recovered. Some corporate giants have seen increased profits (e.g. Amazon) while others (eg airlines, hotels, oil companies) have been severely impacted. The overall stock market has zero to do with the actual performance of the economy, and most especially the DJIA means little. No, Bolton did not "prove" anything false. He says he didn't hear Trump say those things when he was on the trip. Bolton would not have been with Trump every minute of the trip; in fact, he's well documented as having been in side meetings for a goodly portion thereof. Also, Bolton's book came out long before the Atlantic article, so unless you've discovered a new form of time travel (in which case I suggest you patent it quickly), the book could not disprove the article. Period. As for "anonymous sources": you clearly do not understand how those work, particularly with a magazine that has standards, like The Atlantic. Perhaps the comic books (sorry, "graphic novels"), blogs, Q-Anon websites, and other "information sources" on which you rely for "news" may allow that sort of thing, but a publication like the Atlantic requires reporters to provide multiple confirmations for its sources and those confirmations are available to the editors who decide whether to publish any given piece. I can assure you that multiple people within The Atlantic know exactly who those sources are. And I repeat: not one senior defense official has come forward to deny the accounts. None. The US military wouldn't hesitate to denounce a fabricated source in a case like this; their silence is a strong validation that the article is true. As is the fact that Trump slipped up and called the sources for the articles "leakers". You don't make something up and then leak it; it's only a leak if it was said, secretly, and then someone blabbed. But it's good to know you think so little of the men and women who fight for our country. You simultaneously want us to take on China and yet you denounce the military that will be undoubtedly called on to defend American interests against them some day. And I don't care whether you have a hard-on for the guy. The fact that you think he's better than the other four presidents you cited tells me what I need to know.

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

Hi, tbh I don't pay close enough attention to if he is getting close to cumming. I like to concentrate on the amazing intense feeling of his cock pounding through my O-Ring 😛 I expect that whoever is fucking me is going to cum inside me and flood my guts.

I was taught if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing!

He called me like one hours ago. His voice was sweet, seductive. He called me baby several times. He was driving, certainly his cab across the city. He asked if I was home. I said yes. Asked me if I was ready to be a good girl. I said yes. My heart was beating fast. I never know what to expect from him, all I know is I want to serve him so bad. - I have someone for you, baby? - Someone? - Can you dress up now and... be nice to him, baby? You do that for me? I couldn't believe it! He was calling me out of the blue to ask me in the sweetest way if I could "work" for him! - Are you there? - Yes. - So? Can we come? - Yes, I answered automatically, unable to think, just excited. - Ok. Ten minutes. Dress up and be good to my guest. - Ten minutes? - Yes, just your mouth, baby. He hang up. I rushed to put on a thong, a red very tiny short and some thigh high socks. I put on some lipstick and was happy with what I saw in the mirror. I was looking slutty and this time I was consciously being whored out by my black taxi driver. It was a mix of fear and excitement I can't exactly describe. Was it a guy he picked up in his cab? A guy he knows? What would he look like? Would my pimp come up with him? Does he do that often? Does he have other "girls"? To many questions were invading my mind while I was standing in front of my whore self reflected in the mirror next to my front door. I dimed the lights. A knock on my door. My heart stops. I open. The man standing in front of me doesn't look bad. Around 50 yo, tall, grey hair. He wears a dark blue suit, a tie, and looks a little bit nervous though his pants are already unzipped as he steps into my hall staring past me, like he's inspecting the place. I close the door behind him saying hi. I hear him spit in his hand and he turns back to me stroking his nice semi hard uncut dick. - Suck my cock. I go down on my knees and directly swallow his wet dick. It grows and hardens in my mouth as I blow him. I m holding my ankles and sucking him deep, nice and slow. I want him to enjoy the ride. I try to make eye contact but he doesn t look down at me. He stares at the wall in front of him. He moans. I moan. At one point a take his meat out of my mouth and ask him if he wants to sit down and relax while I suck his thick cock. He doesn t answer anything. Just takes my head with his two big hands and without looking at me pushes his cock inside my face again. From that moment I focus on not gagging, on providing him a soft open mouth for him to fuck as long as he needs to. He ends up like totally riding my face and fucking slowly but firmly, one hand in my forehead pushing me down, the other one on my neck, holding me in a good position for him. The feeling is awesome. I am rock hard in my short as I didn't put on my cage. But I don't touch myself cause I don't know if that may ruin it for him. Suddenly he fucks my face harder and cums abundantly inside my mouth. He grunts. I moan. I swallow. He goes deeper. I try to catch a glance of his face but all I see as I look up is his belt, his slightly opened shirt on his hairy belly. - Holy shit ! he shouts as he hits the wall with his hand. - Damn you give good mouth! He laughs. I feel his cock softening in my mouth but I still lick it, suck it, kiss it, like I m in love with this stranger and his manhood. He then puts his shirt inside his pants, checks himself in the mirror, his cock still in my loving mouth, before finally looking down on me with a grin on his face, gently pulling his dick from my lips, zipping up his pants which I kiss one last time before he goes out of my apartment. Before I wrote this story here, I waited for thirty minutes in my thong, fingering my pussy, next to my mobile, waiting for my pimp to call or text me. I didn t expect him to thank me but maybe tell me I ve been good or tell me he would come, too. Nothing until now. I know I ve been good anyway. I can't say I'm proud of what I did but at least I am ok with it. I hope he's satisfied with me.

maybe I'm in the minority, I just luv to be fucked and sucked, high or not, sober or not, duh care. I just luv sex, and to be used. I def wasn't looking to get pozzed it is something that happened though. I don't fit into any of ur generalizations. I'm gay because I'm attracted to men only, yes I parti but not i was being a slut long before I started partying, if I never had to get pozzed or catch a STD, trust me I never would have.

I was 25 and deeply in the closet never done anything gay always trying to hide it but one day ended up at a place called heros in Stourbridge uk. Not going to lie I was terrified and looked like a rabbit in the headlights. I was watching all the stuff I had dreamed of but denied my self happening all around me but had no confidence to join in. After an hour I was going to leave and was in the showers when a muscle daddy in his early 40’s tats everywhere pierced and hairy. came up behind me and whispered in my ear that he had been watching me and could tell I was a virgin in needed of a daddy like him. I was so shocked at his boldness I just nodded and followed as he led me to a one of the upstairs rooms and proceeded to show me everything I had been missing and I loved every moment of it. i never saw that daddy again but I always hope I will run into him when I go to heros and thank him for turning me out

I saw that they had closed. Like Chicago’s Man’s Country, end of an era folks. Unlike Man’s Country, this was as unceremonious as it can be. Eh Pandemics. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I wonder if they even attempted to sell the business. Because they permanently closed, that’s the end of bathhouses on The Alameda - either in San Jose or otherwise. I’d be shocked if any community in Santa Clara County would permit one to open again. San Francisco just repealed restrictions on bathhouses operating in the City in place since 1984. The abandoned Pottery Barn at Market and Castro would be a good location; and neighbors would protest only if it was housing. Less risk of getting robbed then at BV park.

Gay because it’s preprogrammed , like being right handed. not it to drugs or lifestyle ( anymore) , and just don’t want or understand the desire to be ‘posed’ or for that matter want Covid or diabetes. I just like fucking guys BB , and even better if the bottom has a load or two in him 😈

I love Gay sex. I love being used by men.

Without the inspiration, I/we can understand how difficult it might be to continue with a particular story. Maybe one day you will find a new source that will stimulate those writing juices amongst other things @roguematrix

Here's another hot story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/stealth-pozzing-19yo-newbie.html ........................... When I got home I got a big surprise—a phone call from a 19 year old I’d POZZED 3 months ago. I‘d been only the second one to TOP him, and never thought I’d hear from him again. We met last June. I couldn’t wait to caress his youthful, tender Ass. He, in turn, went down on me, and sucked me close to Cumming. I stopped him cause I had better use for my POZ Cum than that. He’d find that out. I led him to the bedroom. He tried to escape my engorged Cock, but I trapped him to the mattress. He began to whimper, so I kissed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I fucked him slowly, with powerful deep thrusts. I hit his Prostate, and he felt it. I couldn't hold back—filled his Virgin Hole with hot POZ Jizm, paused to allow my Toxic Seed to settle, then began to fuck him hard and fast. He bellowed in shear pleasure. After 15 minutes he reached down and felt my Dick. His eyes went wide. "No Rubber? Don’t Cum in me, OK? Shoot on my Chest and Stomach.” I acquiesced. He hadn’t counted on my Special Gift—that I can Cum a half dozen times, depending on the NEG-AND-SEX-APPEAL of the Dude I’m GIFTING. And Joey boy was VERY NEG and VERY SEXY. I fucked him harder. God, the Kid appealed to me—so young and vibrant and voluptuous! I felt It tingle in my Balls, rising toward my Piss Slit! I shot again, inundating his Guts with my POZ Jism. And kept on screwin’ for half an hour longer. “I’M CUMMIN!” That was him; not me. He hadn’t even touched himself. I was fucking the NEG Shit out of him. How I wanted to swallow his last NEG Load. I slowed my pace and licked up what I could, without stopping. "Man are you going to Cum or what?" he asked, almost exasperated. I had a duty to perform, and didn’t want to shirk my obligation. I responded I’d shoot soon. I wanted my first Loads to fester for as long as possible, so I intentionally held off and fucked him for another quarter-hour. "Please Cum! I can't take this any longer!" I spooged all over him. He got so excited at the sight of my raw Seed. He said he was afraid that I would Cum in him. He wanted to play Safe. I only smiled—I may have POZZED another one. ***************************************************************************************************************************** “Hello.” "It’s me, Joey, remember? Three months ago. I’ve tested POZ. You didn’t….?" “Wasn’t me, Joey. I never came in you. Have you played with someone else?” “A couple—but they all wore Condoms.” “Then it must have been a friggin’ accident. A broken Rubber or something. Tell you what. Cum over and we’ll talk about it.” “Are you POZ?” I hesitated. To continue the charade or tell the truth. “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be over in 30 minutes.” Talk we never did—at least not that evening. Talk is cheap, and not what I was in the mood for. He arrived visibly upset, wearing Tank Top and Cutoffs, and, for the record, no underwear. I asked if he wanted anything to drink. “Ginger Ale would be fine.” He’d drunk Ginger Ale the first night, too. Silently we sat on the couch. I massaged his inner thigh, worked up his pant leg, brushed his past his Balls, and stroked his soft Cock with nimble, practiced fingers. Magnificent! My POZ Child’s Shaft was hardening. I unbuttoned his cutoffs. The well-worn zipper glided easily, exposing his infected tumid Shaft. I couldn’t wait to taste his POZ Precum, knowing one so recently knocked up must be rife with the Virus. Yeah, I was responsible; and proud of it! I shoved my unlubed index finger up his Pussy. He jerked reflexively, then relaxed. I led him to the bedroom leaving his Cutoffs on the couch, pulled off his Tank Top, lubed up with Vaseline, and fucked him for an hour. I came 4 times, and with each climax acknowledged how good it felt to have my POZ Jizm flowing up his Pussy. By my 4th ejaculation, I think he knew exactly how he’d been POZZED. I began to masturbate him mercilessly. I worked his fat Cock faster, my hand but a blur upon his Tool. “Shoot your Toxic Jism, Joey. Shoot It down my throat. And promise me, you’ll remember— ’Tis better to give than to receive.’”

as promised part 7 hope you like been working on it a while ....... part 8 may be a little while enjoy Part 7 Nate and Nick watched the others leave before grabbing their gear Nick spoke first “I didn’t tell him what Alverez said that thing did to Jackson … I'm kind of hoping that was his imagination” he looked up at Nate the muscular man shaking his head as he pulled the straps on his vest tight securing it over his jacket despite the heat. “Nick, I think Alverez was telling the truth and that means when we find Jackson, he will likely need medical attention and a quick evac if we can subdue or kill the think that got him we avenge our brother for what was done to him …... but Jackson comes first at this point the rest of the mission is scrubbed” Nate's eyes were cold as ice “and when I get out of this hell hole, I'm going to find out why we were really sent down here” Nick picked up his weapons and checked his gear before nodding “yes sir” they moved out of the lab that had served as temporary base camp and jogged down the corridors not looking back. they followed the directions Alverez had given using the lead virologists card key it only took them 15 mins to get to where Jackson had disappeared. His cloths scattered in the same pattern and a thick pool of the black oily substance staining the carpet Nate scowled “Jackson I'm going to find you buddy”. Nick pointed at a droplet trail leading from the room and Nate nodded and they followed the trail the beams from there barrel mounted touches lighting up the gloom cast by the emergency lights they carried on like this for a while before the trail slowed then stopped altogether Nate cursed “well I knew that was too easy so now we do an old fashioned search” Nicks flashlight lit up the door of what looked like a sub-basement “if this was a horror movie sir it would be down there” Nate chuckled the sound deep in his chest “if this was a horror movie, I would say your right so let's indulge our horror stereotypes and go into the monsters lair” they opened the door and found a ladder leading down they climbed down an access ladder the metallic ringing of the rungs echoing though the darkness of the underground tunnels sounding like a lunch bell Nick thought. the corridor down here was wide but with the walls and ceiling covered with pipes it felt cramped, the humidity spiked and both men began to visibly sweat down here red lights and green lights pulsed on panels all of which meant nothing to the two men but cast a strange dance of shadows into the gloom. Only 30 meters into the tunnel they came upon a cross section and realised the tunnels down here were likely more of a maze than upstairs Nate heard something hit the floor in an adjoining tunnel and gestured for Nick to follow him, they crept up silent backs against the wall Nate peered around the corner and something grabbed him throwing him across the tunnel he only made out a flash of grey skin and green light before he slammed into the opposite wall his head hit a steam pipe hard and he slumped to the ground dazed. He heard Nick shout “get the fuck off me” before the deafening reports of a gun stole his hearing. Nate lay there his vision swimming his hearing coming back slowly, he pushed himself up and squinted at the scene playing out In front of him as his vision focused, he could see Nick naked now his cloths torn away and strewn around the tunnel and two muscular tall gray creatures' black veins pulsing with a toxic green light. the teller of the two stood behind Nick its arm raised high long-fingered hand holding both nicks hands above his head his feet barley able to touch the floor. the creatures other hand caressing the young black man's stomach while it licked his face, ear and neck in slow sinuous motions. The other creature was on its knees greedily sucking on Nicks rock hard member taking the 8 inches downs its throat with little effort, its hands playing with the boy's stiff nipples causing Nick to buck and jerk. Nate looked at Nick himself, his Nick the boy he had known since they were a child and promised to protect now a grown man naked at the hands of these monsters his eyes rolled back in his head moaning like a bitch in heat sweat dripping from him. Nate lifted his weight and tried to get to the gun that had swung around to his back but his movement alerted the two creatures, the larger nodded at the prone man and the smaller let out a keening moan before letting Nicks throbbing cock fall from its hungry maw, the cock twitched in the air causing Nick to let out a whimper of his own. the smaller creature turned quickly and advanced on Nate who stared frozen in shock at Jackson's new perfect form the slate gray skin, coal black hair and eyes his new larger muscular physic, the spiderweb of toxic looking veins and the massive throbbing member that stood to attention obscenely big against the man's form. It was only a moment of shock but it was enough for Jackson to dive on him they wrestled on the floor Jackson's lithe musky form all over him and he was too strong Nate couldn't hold him off, Jackson slipped behind him his arms locking across Nate's chest and throat his legs warped around Nate's waist heels pushing into his calves “Jackson don’t do this.... is me Nate ahhhh” Nate screamed as Jackson's grip increased for a moment letting the once bigger man know he was beaten. Nate could feel Jackson's steel hard cock pushed against his back the man's hot breath on his neck, one of Jackson's arms across his chest locked him in place it was like being wrapped by an iron bar the other hand under his chin forcing him to watch Nick being toyed with. Nick had fallen back into the larger creature's arms like a puppet with its strings cut he only whimpered and moaned as the creature's ministrations, one of nicks arms was behind the things neck the creatures face was buried in the man's arm pit licking and sniffing up the pure scent of him, its meant its hands were free to wonder over his fit young body the left hand stopped to play with Nicks nipples tugging and teasing them expertly causing the man to buck and thrust forward. while the fingers of its right hand slid down his tight abs brushing past his dick to explored his muscular ass, its slick finger slipping into the Nicks quivering hole causing him to let out a low guttural moan of pleasure the creature let out a dark chuckle one finger became two then three milking the man's prostate Nick bucked and howled with pleasure, Nate was forced to watch on in horror. As the slow destruction of Nick continued In front of him Nate felt the pressure on his chest disappear as Jackson's arm pulled away, his nimble fingers now pulling at the straps holding Nate's vest in place. Nate bucked trying to dislodge his once friend, but the hand on his chin slipped down to his throat and tightened the muscular man stopped struggling as his air was cut off and let his vest be pulled away still squeezing Jackson stood pulling his toy with him Nate hands moving to the man's tight fingers trying to pull them away from his throat but only scrabbling uselessly against the grip. While he was distracted Jackson unzipped the jacket and pulled Nate's hands were briefly pulled away from there desperate mission to remove the fingers and get air. The T-shirt was next shredded as Jackson pulled the tight material away exposing Nate's gym honed muscles, his huge arms and pecs now covered in a shine of sweat drops of it running down his abs Jackson smiled wiping a finger from his free hand along his friends' body and tasting him as if he was a fine wine he shuddered with pleasure. his hand whipped to the to the fatigues tearing them away in almost a frenzy his fingers stopped over the briefs for a second caressing the prize they hid straining beneath there fabric gently before they too were torn away. Nate stood gasping for air as Jackson admired what would be his first creation, he liked what he saw and knew his toxic gift would find a good host in Nate. Jackson let go of his soon to be victims throat and Nate dropped to the floor at Jackson's feet coughing and gasping for breath. Jackson his grey fingers caressing nates muscular flesh from his shoulder blades to his rock-solid ass Jackson's finger found his tight pucker he used the sweat as lube to push a finger inside Nate whimpered and tried to crawl away Jackson just smiled. he looked over at his creator who was still playing with Nick but could tell the creature was getting impatient it wanted to breed the young man to pass on its toxic gift its veins were pulsing faster. Jackson bent down and picked up Nate under the arms the man's struggles were weak and futile now he was accepting his fate. He made Nate watch as his creator slowly raised Nick up and positioned him over its steel hard massive cock the tip aimed directly for the man's now puffy raw hole as it lowered Nick down towards his salvation Jackson could hear Nate almost crying, “no please not him … please no … please.” As the tip started to penetrate Nicks eyes cleared, he began to struggle with the pain of something that big pushing into him he reached out to Nate desperately his arms flailing and mouthed the words “help me” there was almost an audible pop as the head slipped inside Nick jerked and screamed but the creature did not stop it continued to slide him down Nicks screams became a moan first of pain then pleasure as the toxic pre cum started to seep into his wounds easing the transition. Jackson pushed Nate towards what he knew was practically the man's son, his hand on the back of the muscular man's neck but Nate just stumbled forward in a daze all fight gone as he watched Nick get brutality fucked by this creature the veins seemed to pulse toxic light in time with his own racing heartbeat. Jackson picked the man up under his arms and pushed him ageist Nick’s writhing form looking into his ward's eyes. Nate knew what would happen next, he felt Jackson's massive cock probing his hole as his feet dangled above the floor he didn’t even try to struggle and then the pressure as he began to force it in, it was far too big for Nate's Virgin hole but Jackson did not care he was caught in a breeding frenzy and pushed in hard, Nate felt something tear and a white hot pain as he Jackson slipped a good 5 inched into him but he held back the scream he would not give the creature the pleasure of his pain he simply sobbed resting his head on Nicks shoulder and he felt Jackson slip into him inch by inch the pain subsiding as he knew the poison was entering his blood stream Then he felt Jackson begin to fuck him in earnest the pain was blinding at first as he tried to hold on to Nick, but it subsided and became pleasure. He tried to stop himself but he began to moan then the words just slipped out like a torrent. “Oh fuck Jackson breed me please … oh fuck it's too much … oh fuck OH FUCK make me like you!!” Jackson just chucked darkly and fucked him deeper knowing the venom was brewing in his balls and Nate would soon get his wish. The two creatures pushed closer together fucking their victims at the same pace but that pace was building, Nick and Nate were forced to embrace for stability their bodies pushed together they kissed moaning into each other's mouths, both men could feel themselves slipping away losing themselves in the pleasure, both men's dicks now solid trapped between the two men's writhing stomachs the friction from the Abs and pleasure was too much for Nate who screamed as his orgasm ripped through him causing him to shake and twitch as he spraying his last negative load over his and Nicks chest. Nick followed suite shortly after the feel of cum on his cock too much for his mind to take and he to erupted between them rope after rope of negative cum sprayed their bodies painting them in white. The smell of the pure cum sent the creatures into a new frenzy as they picked up speed both Nate and Nick felt the cocks in them get harder as the pounding increased and then both creatures let out a howl of pure pleasure both men were pulled down balls deep in the rods impaling them firmly in place as felt the creatures flood them with their corrupted toxic cum it burned though them like a forest fire Nate simply falling limp him mind unable to take the bombardment of stimuli. Nicks eyes went wide as he felt rope after rope of toxic cum pulsing and burning deep inside himself Changing him …. then everything was still and quiet. the creator pulled him slowly off its shrinking cock and Nick let out a whimper feeling so empty. he watched as Jackson do the same with Nate he watched as the oily black toxic cum he could feel leaking from his own destroyed ass slid from Nate's ass too it was streaked with crimson, somewhere in his mind he knew that should worry him .. he watched Jackson lick the negative pure cum from off Nate's chest and stomach before cleaning the unconscious man's dick Jackson seemed to glow brighter as he did seem to get bigger. Nick watched his creator do the same to him, he moaning at its sensual touch all force now gone and it too glowed and seemed to become more. Nick looked back at Nate his skin starting to go slate grey and the veins moving across his body Jackson was curled around him stroking the muscular man's hair making a soft keening noise. Nick could feel things fading from his mind complex cares and thoughts slipping away as `he felt his creator curl around him its arms holding him tight safe and secure so Nick gave into the corruption and let the darkness take him.

Good man. Spread your seed. You’ve only fucked one guy since you were 20? Don’t deny the world your cum! how many loads do you think your boyfriend took while you were out of town?

Years ago there was a gay club called Faces in E. St. Louis. 3 level club. Main floor was the dance club. Upstairs was the stage for drag queen shows. And the basement - 2 bars, dark corners, a working urinal mounted on a wall. And the dark backroom. They had just opened the basement to girls too. I went with my little stripper FB. She loved the drag queen shows. Underwear night. I knew she suspected I liked cock. We ended up in the basement, she like to sit across from the dark room, watching what she could see in the light from the door. She finally convinced me to go in and get my cock sucked. After a few minutes someone took my hand and put it on their big cock! Without a thought, I dropped to my knees and started sucking. Within minutes I was surrounded by all the guys who had been hitting on my little fuck buddy. 6 or 7 cocks, all taking turns with my mouth and hands. Hot sweaty, smell of cum in the air. They stood me up and stripped my underwear off and put me back on my knees. I was in heaven, cocksucker heaven. I realized I was in the light from the door and she could see me sucking cock. By the time it was over, I had sucked off at least 10 cocks and took cum from more. I was finally done, covered in sweat and cum. I walked out and headed for the bathroom and tried to clean up. She came in and helped me clean the cum out of my shoulder length hair, smiling the whole time. We never really talked about it. Best night of my life as a Cocksucker!

Glad to see this return

Part 2 Jackson and Alverez were carefully checking each room, it was like a maze down here they had been in three Labs and 2 offices, and so far, they had found nothing except one dishevelled office papers scattered and chair over turned with what looked like black ink up one wall but that could have been caused by panic when the alarm sounded. Jackson moved up to an open glass door way to what looked like an office area small cubicles filled the space like any office in America where the windows would have been seemed to be computer screens showing the containment breach information and advising all to get to the shelter for decontamination. The screens provided no real light only casting more shadows but he though he saw a movement towards the back of the room. He muttered into his mic “Jackson to Alverez I think I've seen someone I'm moving into the office south of the lab you're in now” he moved into the room and heard a click behind him Jackson looked back to see the door had closed and a red light flashed over a slot for a key card Alverez’s voice came back over the com link “heading to you now” Jackson muttered again. “The damn door closed on me I will check on this contact then move back and try open it” a brief “Rodger “ came back over the mic and Jackson sighed and lifted the gun beginning to move. He moved down the aisle of cubicles with careful trained motions scanning for anyone who could be hiding, but the flickering computer screens and the emergency lights caused dancing shadows that made this almost impossible. He was halfway through the room about to give up when a soft thud behind him made him spin around. Something grabbed his head. There was a blur of colour in front of his face. He went to let out a shout of alarm, but it was muffled by something being forced into his mouth then down his throat. It was slimy and dripping something; he gagged at the sensation and pushed back, stumbling backwards. He landed hard on his ass looking up at what had just attacked him with his hand trying to wipe the fluid from his mouth and his eyes wide. The creature has once been a man but now … It was naked and tall maybe 6:02. Its skin was grey and pulled taught over bone and over defined muscle. Its body hair and eyes were jet black. Spider webbing across its body were black veins that pulsed with a strange toxic green light converging over the thing's heart forming an eerie replica of the bio hazard symbol. Jackson felt his eyes pulled down to the creature's crotch. A massive member hung between its legs. It was still swinging from when the thing grabbed him, and it was getting hard. Jackson was finding it hard to think, hard to breathe. His mind was fuzzy. He was too hot; he could feel his body break out into a sweat and needed to get out of his cloths. He needed to be near the creature. Its black eyes not leaving his, Jackson's hands moved clumsily to the clasps on his vest and pulled the release buckles. It clattered to the floor forgotten as he pulled off the jacket and t-shirt tossing them to the side exposing his body to the humid air, Sweat was trickling down his chest and abs both dusted with light bond hair. He realised he had never been so horny. Every nerve was on fire. He fumbled with his trousers his eyes never leaving the glorious creature In front of him. The creature seemed to sense its prey was ready and moved up to the young man caressing his body with its fingers and tongue. Jackson shivered as it seemed to spend time licking and smelling every inch it could reach abs, biceps armpits. Then when the thing's tongue and mouth pressed over his left nipple, he let out a moan of pleasure. Hard as iron and leaking precum, his cock strained against his trousers. The thing could sense the pure fluid leaking from its prey. Its hands moved to his fatigues; they were ripped off of him and flung into the darkness. The same fate befell the boxers - one swift movement and Jackson was naked only his socks and boots left, His six inch shaft hard as a rock pointing at the creature almost offering the large droplet forming on the tip. Jackson moaned. Desperate for it to touch him, his mind screamed for him to stop. "What are you doing you're not even gay and this thing is a monster!" Even that went silent when the thing sat down in front of him its head moving forward its tongue delicately licking up the droplet of precum before its mouth engulfed his whole member with one swallow. Its throat massaged him as if trying to pull the cum out of him. Waves of pleasure crashed through him; his mind almost lost to the pleasure and fog of the thing's saliva. After a short time, it pulled back and Jackson let out a whimper of loss. Collapsing unable to stand, his legs were weak after the onslaught. The thing caught him and lifted him to its face that long tongue moved down his taint. Jackson's whimper became another moan of pure pleasure as the hot breath of the creature and its long tongue met and invaded his hole. It would circle and then press in deeperf each time the ooze doing its job and opening Jackson up and getting him ready for the Gift his maker was about to give him. The creature and Jackson could hear something banging, screaming and shouting, but they were both too consumed with the hunger to pay it any real attention. The headset down by the vest on the floor was buzzing with sound, but it, too, was forgotten now. All that mattered was the thing and the pleasure it was giving him. Jackson felt himself get lowered by the things strong arms, and he felt a pressure on his hole. His mind tried to fight back. He tried to struggle, but the things grip was like steel; tears welled and fell down his face as the thing forced him down onto the huge toxic cock. He cried out as he felt like he was being impaled by molten iron his hole trying to stretch impossibly wide. His last true thought was, "This can't be happening." Then the head broke through. A flash of white-hot agony took him, but mercifully his thoughts faded and with them the pain. It was still there and spreading though him like a wild fire from where that toxic member had entered him, but the pleasure beat it out. The creatures precum already starting the corruption that would take him soon enough. He was face to face with the creature now half impaled on its cock. Full of lust wanting more, needing more. he kissed it deep. The tongue again went down his throat. There was no gagging now, no revulsion. The toxic thing moved him up and down slowly at first then faster more urgent. He broke the kiss, and Jackson's head was thrown back screaming with the pleasure as each move brought him higher and higher. Each pump of its toxic cock brought him closer. Without warning, the creature grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him balls deep ripping him open inside fully planted, fully claiming its prey. It looked him in the eyes as it screamed out its triumph, pulsing rope after rope of thick black corruption into its new creation flooding it so there was no turning back. Jackson let out one final moan of pure ecstasy as he was forced to take the whole massive toxic length. He did not notice the tearing or the pain only the pleasure as the Toxic Thing's pulsing cock had sent him over the edge, and his own cum erupted from him. The mouth of the thing he was riding swiftly engulfing his steel-hard cock not missing a drop and sucking the last of his pure fluids from him. Everything went still except for Jackson panting. The thing pulled him off of its softening cock and held him in its arms black toxic cum and blood spilling from Jackson's ruined hole and dripped down his leg pooling on the cheap office carpet like spilled ink. He whined and twitched, and the change started in earnest. His skin was already going gray, and veins were spider webbing across is body inch by inch. His dick was growing as the body fat seemed to be draining away from him. As Jackson was being reborn, the thing carried him from the room almost tenderly. Alverez looking on in horror from behind the bullet proof glass unable to help his friend.

13 y old with my 25 y old tennis teacher and raw

I've seen Tim Skyler recently, while I was in a RingCentral room. He was definitely partying.

It's the best feeling ever. Even if he just rests inside me and I can feel his dick being grabbed by my butt muscles it makes me feel so happy.

Part 11 - Positive Counselling Luca felt tired when he woke and climbed out of bed noticing the ship was already docked in Southampton. He showered and changed then packed his last few things ready for the bell boys to take their luggage in to the terminal. Breakfast was quick and the table next to theirs was empty. The Americans had already eaten and disembarked for their morning flight back to New York. It was like they had never been there and funny how it felt empty without them being at the table staring and chatting away. He smirked eating his fruit and yoghurt thinking of Brad and the wild night they had, his only regret that he didn't get another night with him. Luca arranged to meet his parents at 9.30 in the Duchess lounge for disembarkation and headed off towards the spa hoping to catch Andre. Loitering outside and watching the reception area for a good twenty minutes there was no sign of him. He was about to leave when he phone beeped and he saw a message from Oliver 'Nearly at the airport, sorry I didn't get to say good bye to you personally this morning. So looking forward to you showing me Tuscany, Olly'. He was tempted to reply but decided to wait and play it cool, he didn't want to seem to eager. Instead he started a new message to Andre 'Hey, what happened last night? I missed being with you and would like to see you, Luca' he hit the send button and put his phone away. Heading back to the suite and collecting his hand luggage he met up with his parents and they disembarked the ship. Checking his phone he saw the message to Andre had been read ten minutes ago and no reply, residing that Andre was going to end up as just a fuck he put his phone away and walked to the gangway. The Luca walking down the gangway was very different from the one who embarked a week ago, his look on sex had changed completely and inside he definitely felt a liberated and new person. Collecting the last suitcase he joined his parents and walked through customs into the small arrivals hall to seek their driver, hearing his name called out Luca turned and smiled. "I won't be a minute" he said to his parents hot footing it over towards Andre. Sarah watched Luca and saw him walk towards Andre "The masseur?" she said turning to Gio. Gio chuckled "That's why he had so many massages" he replied looking at Sarah. "What happened last night Andre?" Lucca asked standing in front of him. Andre shifted on the spot "You didn't tell me you were seeing someone else". "Sorry?" Luca asked sounding surprised "I am not seeing anyone Andre, who said that?". Andre could see he was telling the truth "The American, he came for a massage yesterday". Luca nodded knowing it was Oliver's doing "He is charming and very nice but I am not seeing him". Andre smiled "You need to tell him that as he things you and him are together". Luca looked him in the eye "You are the one I am attracted to Andre" he replied "I thought you knew that". "So him coming to Tuscany to see you?" Andre asked again surprising Luca how much Oliver told him. Luca sighed "My parents invited him I couldn't stop them" he tried explaining to Andre. "Please come and see me in London when you finish Andre" Luca implored "I have to go they are waiting". Andre nodded then catching Luca off guard he kissed him on the lips "I will text you later" he said. Luca returned to his parents "Please don't say anything" he said looking a little upset. The journey back to Holland Park was quiet, almost like when they picked Luca up after his graduation. The frustration and anger at what Oliver had done was nagging at him. Trying to remain emotionally detached Luca turned off his phone not wanting to send a venting text to Oliver, he sat back in the seat and closed his eyes. The following week Luca had spoken with Mark several times finalising the plans for Mark to visit Luca in Tuscany, he was excited to catch up with Luca and hear all about his graduation trip. By the second week at home Luca had returned from a run feeling unusually exhausted he collapsed on the bed unable to get his temperature down or stop the sweating. By the afternoon he was feeling worse, his body ached, head hurt and he was running a fever. Sarah made an appointment to see their doctor the following day and was worried by how Luca had gone down hill so quickly. In the morning Luca felt no better and beads of sweat adorned his forehead, the doctor took his temperature and begun asking Luca lots of questions before asking his mother to leave them for a few minutes to continue the examination. Dr Morris had been the family doctor for many years and he had an understanding of Luca and his sexual orientation. "Tell me Luca and be honest, did you have sexual intercourse with anyone?" Dr Morris asked sitting down. Luca nodded "Yes, several times and I know what your going to ask and the answer was no". Dr Morris sat there for a moment looking at Luca "I think we should do the blood test Luca". Luca looked up knowing what he was saying and nodded "Yes" he quietly replied. "Do you know if any of the sexual partners have hiv?" Dr Morris asked finishing with the blood test. Luca shook his head "To be honest I don't know" he said "I wanted, well needed to have sex". Dr Morris chuckled "Oh to be young Luca" he laughed "but seriously you should have protected yourself". Luca smiled "I know" he replied "foolish of me now when I look back". "Don't worry Luca if it does come back positive things will not change to much" Dr Morris patted his knee. Luca nodded fearing the worse "I will have the results tomorrow and will call you directly" Dr Morris said. "In the meantime take 2 paracetamols every 4 hours to keep your temperature under control" he advised Luca. Luca stood to leave and watched Dr Morris place the blood vials in to a yellow bag with a biohazard symbol on, that simple act hit home hard and Luca broke down crying out of the emotional wreck he had become. Part of it was the probable diagnosis but also from the strain of Andre and Oliver, he never really knew how much it had torn him up until now when everything came crashing down. His mother walked in and comforted him holding him tight, straight away she knew something was not right seeing the blood test bag labelled up. Luca explained everything to his parents later that day after he had calmed down, still feeling groggy he went up to bed wishing the whole thing was over. He just wanted to know one way or the other, although he was already suspecting one of the Americans must have been responsible. He managed to sleep a few hours before waking at 1am and reaching over for his phone, he looked at the message from Oliver a few weeks backs and sent him a text trying to sound casual hoping it would reveal more 'Hi Olly, hope you are well. I forgot to ask your friends if they had hiv when we had sex, I shouldn't have put them as risk, L', sending the message he put the phone down on silent he went back to sleep. Waking up he felt better and the fever seemed to had subsided, reaching over he saw a missed call from Oliver but no reply to his text. Wearing jogging bottoms and t-shirt he padded around the house for most of the morning until he phone range just after 11am. Hanging up the phone he sat on the sofa staring at the floor, the diagnosis had come back positive and he know faced a different future. He had a referral to a sexual health clinic at 3pm to see a consultant and councillor, the worst part was he had no one close to talk to about it. Both parents were out at work and whilst they were both understanding it wasn't something you really wanted to discuss at length with them. At the clinic he chatted with the consultant and gave Luca his medication and instructions. Luca was surprised that it was only two tablets once a day, he had read up where some people were on 4 or 5 tablets sometimes twice a day. He was sent to the male waiting room at the clinic to wait for Tony the councillor. The waiting room was quiet with only a three guys there for routine appointments, all of whom clocked Luca when he was escorted in by the consultant. It was a telling sign that this was a newly diagnosed person. Luca felt embarrassed sitting there with each guy casually glancing at him, there was one guy who couldn't have been more than 19 whose phone constantly beeped with messages. Ignoring his phone he was more interested in Luca and was fumbling around in his pocket pulling a small card out and holding it in his hand. A nurse appeared in the waiting room 'Jason' she called looking at the 19 year old who stood and walked deliberately close to Luca dropping the card in to his lap before disappearing. Luca picked up the card that just had his name and number on, he heard one of the guys chuckle and look at Luca 'high class escort'. Luca didn't quite know what to do with the card 'Luca' he heard his name called out and looked up. Tony stood there smiling at Luca and he felt unable to move, he was tall at six feet, his black hair shaved except for the mohican that partly flopped across his forehead. Luca could make out the tattoos adorning his neck and the base of his arms, his slender body, swimmers build, moustache and chin hair definitely gave him more of a menacing sexual appeal and it was not what Luca was expecting in a councillor. His face suggesting late 20's or early thirties but he had the most incredible smile on a finely chiselled face that look like it came straight out of a magazine and it made Luca's heart beat faster. Luca stood up "Hi" he said slipping the card in to his pocket. Tony escorted him in to a little room "I'm Tony and have been appointed your councillor". "Right" Luca replied sitting down "do I need one?" he asked "I mean I don't know what is suppose to happen". Tony smiled "I am here for you to talk to Luca and help you out where I can" he replied reading Luca's notes. "I didn't think you could help now I have it?" Luca replied a little confused by the situation. Tony looked at him "Are you comfortable talking about it?" he asked "we could walk, go for a coffee?". Luca shrugged his shoulders "What do you normally do?" he asked realising he was quite struck by him. "Well if your comfortable discussing your feelings we can walk and talk" Tony suggested staring at Luca. Tony packed up his things and picked his satchel up and walked with Luca for almost an hour mostly he listened to Luca talk about his feelings, worries and concerns. Tony would nod and let Luca continue, only when he went silent did Tony explain that he had taken up counselling after realising there was a detachment of being able to speak to another person who had gone through a similar situation. Openly telling Luca he was poz Tony chatted and was getting Luca to open up and talk about his real feelings. They sat down in a park not far from Luca's house, he was still a little weak from the past few days and Tony noticing this slowed the pace down and allowed Luca time to gather his strength. Luca joked saying it felt like he was on a date with Tony who laughed and smiled at him. Tony walked with Luca back to his home and they made plans for another session the following day at 1pm meeting at Luca's house. Watching Tony walk back on to the street Luca had discovered quite a bit about him, Tony was happy to talk about himself in order to get Luca more comfortable. During this first session Luca discovered Tony was recently out of a relationship, 29 years old he was also hiv positive a result from his various exploits at a younger age. It was this that rung home with Luca knowing he was in a similar situation, it gave him more comfort and confidence to talk. It was interesting to hear about the group counselling Tony held with ten guys at various stages, he even suggested that when Luca felt comfortable he could join the group sessions if he wished. For now being Tony's newest case he would get his attention. The past two days had been extraordinary to say the least and he liked Tony and felt at ease with him. Tony walked down the street smiling, he loved his job and every now and then someone like Luca would come along bringing new challenges to his work. The young guy was so engaging and attractive he had found it a little difficult to concentrate at times. At dinner Luca had told his parents everything about the voyage, his father was upset by this revelation and hugged his son telling him they would always be here to support him. Luca retired for the night and Gio turned to Sarah and questioned if Oliver should come over mostly unsure how Luca would react. They discussed at length and if Luca had been honest about Oliver and he not sleeping together there should be no cause for concern. Luca sat on his bed unsure how he was really feeling, he felt the card in his shorts pocket and took it out. He chuckled at how brazen the young guy had been in the clinic giving him his number and decided to ask Tony about him tomorrow. Feeling refreshed after his shower he stood and looked at his reflection in the mirror, he was still Luca only a little different on the inside. Thoughts interrupted by his phone ringing, picking it up he saw it was Oliver calling and he answered it. "Olly" Luca spoke down the phone waiting. "Luca, what was with your text the other day?" Oliver asked cautiously. Luca sat on the bed "Don't play games Olly, do any of you have hiv?" he asked almost to scared to say the word. There was a long pause "I think you have answered my question" Luca said knowing Oliver was thinking. "Luca" Oliver spoke "you didn't have it did you?" he asked "you were fishing with me to find out". Luca was quiet for a moment "One of your friends gave it to me" he said ignoring Andre for the moment. "It is possible Luca" Oliver replied "but I didn't give it to you" he tried excusing himself from blame. Luca paused "I know and my parents know" he paused again "don't worry they know we haven't slept together". There was another awkward pause "It is best that I don't come to Tuscany?" Oliver asked. "No, I think you should still come Olly after all my parents invited you" Luca replied. Oliver hung up and stroked Brad's chest 'one of you got Luca knocked up' he said kissing Brad, they were having one of their rampant afternoons of hard sex together whilst James was out shopping with Liam. Brad chuckled and turned to face Oliver 'get on your stomach so I can recharge you again', it was no request and Oliver battled with Brad trying to pin him down, his ass already sore from the two poundings Brad had given him. Luca put the phone on the bedside table and climbed in to bed, his body exhausted he soon fell into a deep sleep. Luca looked out from his bedroom window at the blue sky and enjoying the feeling of the sun on his naked body. The stillness of the air clouded his head and the feeling of loneliness creeping over him like a shadow tapping away slowly at him. The nausea kicking in as the strong medication absorbed in to his body, he couldn't face eating and dressed in his shorts and t-shirt waiting for Tony and their session. He tried sitting in the garden, drinking water and dozing but nothing alleviated the feeling in his body. Glad of the distraction when Tony arrived and rang the door bell dead on 1pm. Inviting Tony in they walked through to the kitchen where Luca put some coffee on to brew. "How are you feeling Luca?" Tony asked leaning against the kitchen counter. Luca looked over at him "Not so good today" he said "I started the medication this morning". Tony nodded "They are powerful drugs Luca, your body will take a few weeks to adjust". Luca leaned over the counter his head in his hands "I don't know if I can cope with the side effects". "Hey Luca, they will pass" Tony said calmly walking over to Luca and rubbing his shoulder. "Be patient and get through the first few days they will start easing off" Tony said comforting him. Luca stood up and placed his arms around Tony "You need a Tony hug" he said putting his arms around Luca. Luca leaned his head against Tony's chest and allowed him to hug him hard "Just bear with it Luca" he said. "I am scared" Luca confessed revealing his true feelings, Tony stroked his head. "You have me to talk to Luca, anytime you need me I will be here for you" Tony said holding on to Luca. "Thank you" Luca replied feeling a strange sense of reassurance from Tony. "You have the strength to fight this Luca and I will be by your side to help" Tony said encouragingly. Admittedly Tony hugged Luca for an unusual amount of time unable to bring himself to let go. Luca just stood there with his arms firmly around Tony, it felt so good to be close to a man again. Not just a man though it was someone who understood what he was going through and he felt great strength from this knowledge. Tony knew this was wrong and over stepping boundaries holding on to Luca in this way, he felt it was what the young guy needed right now. "How about you sit down and I finish making coffee" Tony suggested releasing Luca. Luca released his arms and sat at the breakfast bar "Am I hogging you from your other work?" he asked. Tony laughed "No Luca, I have a clear diary this week" he replied and looked at Luca "just you pencilled in". Luca half smiled "Do I need that much counselling then?" he said laughing as it sounded like a porn movie. Tony placed the coffee down and sat next to him "First time I have seen you laugh what was so funny?". Luca went bright red "I thought it sounded like I was in a porn movie". Tony chuckled "Watch a lot of porn do you?" he asked watching Luca laugh again. "No" Luca replied gently slapping Tony's arm "I don't need porn" he said giggling. Tony smiled "Everyone needs porn Luca" he said looking serious "you can learn some great techniques". Luca looked at the serious expression on Tony's face before he burst out laughing "Very funny" Luca replied. "Oh something I wanted to ask" Luca said looking at Tony "this Jason at the clinic gave me his number". He stopped and looked at Luca "Jason is an escort, pay for sex person" Tony said "don't go there". Luca laughed "Is he that expensive then?". Tony shook his head "Trust me Luca, the guy is ravaged by diseases" he paused "I shouldn't really say". Luca nodded "So you just saved me from making a mistake" he smiled "I need to keep you around" he laughed. They moved out to the garden sitting on the terrace allowing the talking to go more in depth, Tony kept it light and let Luca talk. He was taken by how stunning Luca looked and undeniable charm the belied the sensitive and loving person he was. Luca couldn't figure out why he felt so drawn to Tony, he was the complete opposite of what he usually liked in a person or picked up. Yet there was some weird science in play and he found it so easy to be just Luca with him, he had forgotten about his nausea and aching head. On their second pot of coffee and several hours later they found themselves talking about his sexual exploits on board ship and the pain he was now going through torn between two potential lovers. Luca turned seeing his mother appear on the terrace. Sarah immediately noticed the tattoos and mohican haircut mortified by what was sitting on her terrace. "Mother" Luca called out standing up looking at lot chirpier. Sarah smiled seeing how happy Luca looked today and walked over "What is going on Luca?" she asked. Tony stood up "Mum this is Tony from the clinic, he is my councillor I told you about" Luca explained. "Mrs Abario" Tony said holding out his hand "so pleased to meet you". Despite the hair and tattoos she could see the effect he was already having on Luca "Pleasure to meet you". Sarah gabbed a cup and joined them on the terrace watching and listening to Tony, it took her a while to understand that Tony was also counselling her a little. She definitely felt more knowledgeable when Tony announced he should head back to the clinic. Out of the blue Sarah invited Tony for dinner the following evening as a thank you and he politely accepted, Luca escorted Tony to the front of the house. "Thank you Tony" Luca said gratefully "you have really cheered me up today". Tony smiled "You have my number if you need to talk Luca" he replied "I am sorry about hugging you earlier". Luca looked on strangely at him "Don't be, I sort of needed it" he replied. Tony smiled "We need to keep things real Luca" he said "you know on a professional basis". Luca nodded and said he would see him tomorrow at 5pm.

Part 3 As he pushed it in I felt nothing- That surprised me. In the videos there always seemed to be such a strong- And then it hit me. The Rush. It was like everything I'd heard and seen and like nothing I've ever felt. I was someone new. Free. I felt myself coughing as it hit me and then felt a tsunami of horniness envelop my being. "Good, huh?" he said. "Fuck yes. I...Holy fuck..." "Lay back baby and enjoy the rush. I'll be there in a minute" he said strapping his arm and bringing his point out. "Can I..." "You wanna watch?" "Yes, please. Yes, sir" "Oh wow. we're gonna have fun. You are a little piggy boy. I had a feeling about you- I knew that freak was in there. You just needed a little encouragement. Yes, pig. come over here and watch me." I came next to him and watched as he prepped. Once the needle was in his arm he looked at me. and then the flash. I let out an involuntary groan as his blood filled the syringe. and then it disappeared into his arm. As the rush hit him I lay back unable to control the heat taking over my body. I had to get naked now. I peeled off my pants so I was just in my briefs. I had chosen this outfit for work, not sex. Blue briefs were economic for working, not as sexy as a jockstrap would have been. So i pulled them off right away and started to touch myself. "I'm so fucking horny. This feels so amazing. Thank you, thank you for introducing me to this." He leaned in and kissed me. Then got up and stripped as well. While he stripped I touched myself all over, never satisfied, always needing more. always so turned on. He dimmed the lights and put porn on a laptop. He was wearing black bikini briefs. Much sexier. Without taking them off he lay next to me and we made out. I felt his tongue begging for entrance into my mouth and I let him in. We made out for what felt like seconds but also years. Time was different as a concept now. "One last thing- I only fuck bareback." "perfect" "and I'm poz. is that going to be an issue" A dull red flag raised in the back of my mind every sex ed class and every moment of my life till now screamed in the back of my head "yes, it's an issue. that's not alright" but I wanted him. needed him. That dull voice was drown out by my guttural instant response of "No, I want you. all of you" End part 3

I finally admitted what I am in my mid-thirties. Once I did cock and fun became my life. I've always fucked raw. Never been tested. If it's meant to be a I'll gladly accept the gift. I will say that poz breeders are the hottest. When I know a guy is poz something clicks. When the poz talks starts I usually start cumming. When I feel the poz cum warming my guts I feel right.

Part 21 　 With Hank's kisses and his fingers working my hole, twisting and turning and going in and out, I was having a hard time deciding what to do. I wanted him so bad, but the chances were great! I really wanted to feel what I had seen Tom feel, but the conflict was huge. Then Hank whispered, "Let me in you, Jim and I will pull out before I cum. I just want to pop your ass cherry and show you what it feels like. It will be amazing, I promise." I could hardly think and then as I was looking deep into his eyes, I nodded. He had been moving between my legs before I could answer and his cock was already at the entrance of my ass. As I nodded my agreement, he pulled his fingers from my hole and I felt the head of his huge cock there, trying to press in. His fingers had made me feel full, but his cock was way bigger. He pushed gently, trying to ease his way in. I thought, there is going to be no way I can do this, it was way too big for me. Then, just as I was thinking that, the head of his cock popped past my opening and was sinking in. OMG, it hurt and I started to scream, but he planted his lips on mine and I could only whimper. Then the entire head seemed to be in me and he leaned back and whispered to me again, "the worst is about over and now it will start to feel great, just relax and let go." He stopped for bit and then started to push in more. The pain was intense, but the further in he got the less it seemed to be. Deeper and deeper into me he pushed. The entire time his eyes were looking deep into mine and I could see the passion rising more and more in him. Then I felt his balls hit my ass and he said, "there, that isn't so bad now is it? I am all the way in you." He raised up a little and I looked down and could tell he was all in me. I couldn't believe I had that huge 9" cock buried in my ass and now my virginity there was gone. He held me like that for a while, letting me get used to the fullness. Then slowly and gently he pulled his cock back out of me until just the head was still in me. Then just as slowly he pushed it back in. I felt the pressure of it against my prostate and it was harder than anything else had been. I arched my back and it actually felt like more of him went in deeper. Then he started a nice slow in and out movement. The more he did it the better it felt. I was flying away on a cloud of pure pleasure. More and more until I could think of nothing else but the driving of his cock in and out of me. My cock was hard as a steel pole and throbbing uncontrollably. OMG, he had been right, this was better by far than a BJ. Our mouths were clamped together and our tongues entangled. He started to increase his speed and the sensations grew more and more. I found myself almost screaming, "fuck me, more, fuck me, pound my hole!" Hank was getting faster and faster, pounding my hole hard. Both of us were gasping for air. Then I could feel my cock start its unmistakable tingle that was leading to me cumming. I told him, "I'm going to cum! Pound my hole and make me." Hank was gritting his teeth then. He said, "I am almost ready to cum too! Hurry and cum or I won't be able to hold back." I said, "It's here, I am cumming!" Then my cock sprayed and kept on jet after jet after jet of cum flowed out of me. Hank then yelled, "OMG, I can feel your ass pulsing with each throb of your cock. I am going to have to cum also." He then, true to his word, pulled out of me all at once, making me groan as he blew his load clear up across my chest and then I felt his cock against mine and they were both still throbbing. My ass was on fire though from being so empty all at once. I felt like something was missing even though this had been the most intense fuck of my life. We laid together like that for a long time kissing and grinding our cocks together and enjoying the after shocks of our intimacy. Then he finally rolled off of me and pulled me onto my side as we continued kissing and cuddling and we both then fell asleep like that.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 10 I felt roped into something I didn’t want to be doing, and before I knew it, it was Friday, date night. By the afternoon I wasn’t feeling much like meeting Brian, not because I didn’t want to go on the date with him. That was a given. It was because I was pretty certain the symptoms of my gono were kicking in. My ass was itching along with my balls, and it burned when I pissed. I didn’t have a discharge yet, but I was certain that would be along shortly. I wondered if I was going to start a sore throat too. The AIDS daddy was right about one thing….it was sweet to me. I realize most people would think I’m a bit twisted for being turned on by HIV and other STDs, but everyone has their fetishes, so more power to them I always say. Mine are just a bit on the taboo side. I couldn’t deny my turn ons and didn’t want to. I found myself boned up that I now had gono on top of HIV. I wondered if my HIV would mutate or if the AIDS daddy being full-blown would hit my immune system hard enough take me to AIDS status as well. The thought just made my cock even stiffer. Anyway, I felt like canceling my date, but I didn’t have Brian’s phone number, and thinking I’d probably cancel my date, even if my mom had it, I’m sure she would not give it to me. I text Zak. “I’ll be heading to my “date” in a few hours. I have a little added bonus too.” “Yeah? Flowers for your new boo?” “Yeah right….my heart is all pitter patter….” “Crabs?” “You wish, bitch!!” “A hump back?” “Do I need to bitch slap you?” “Ooh….I love when you take charge, babe.” “I’ll charge your ass up, bitch, cause I’m sure I have gono. I have some burning when I piss and my balls and ass are itchy. No discharge…..YET.” “Fuck….wish I was there. You need to share that with me, babe.” “I knew you would want it. LOL.” “I’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll take care of it this weekend, but you’re not starting antibiotics before giving me your seed.” “You got it.” “Well, if you decide to knock up Brian, he’ll be getting a little bonus.” “It’s a hot thought, but knocking up my mom’s neighbor?....I’m not going there.” “Well, play it by ear, and I want details, babe.” “LOL….I figured….see you tomorrow.” Being a prompt guy I reluctantly arrived for my “date” about 10 minutes early. Brian greeted me at the door and stepped outside to chat with me. “Hey, Isaac…..” I interrupted, “You can call me Zeek, Brian.” “Ok…..Zeek…….Um…..I guess it’s best to just say it. I already have a boyfriend.” I started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” “I have a boyfriend too.” He chuckled, “So how did this happen?” “I’ll tell you how…..we have two meddling mothers with selective hearing who don’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’.” “I didn’t even know you’re gay, Zeek. Not until my mom found out from your mom last week. Then suddenly we’re compatible simply because we’re both gay.” “Yeah, gotta love ‘em,” I said sarcastically. “You know I thought about canceling our date, but I didn’t know how to reach you. My boyfriend encouraged me to go anyway.” I again chuckled, “Well, same thing with my boyfriend.” After a pause of silence looking at each other awkwardly, we both laughed; relieved that we were both on the same page. “So, want to keep our moms guessing and go have a drink,” Brian asked? “Sure…I think they deserve a little pay back.” “Mind if I invite my boyfriend to join us? You can meet him.” “Not at all…..see if he’s free.” “What about yours? Think he could join us?.....A little double date so to speak?” “No, not tonight. He lives in Chicago.” “Well, maybe I can meet him another time.” “Sure….. So, is This is It Bar ok with you?” “That’s fine…..my boyfriend and I hang out there sometimes. One of the bartenders is cute too. I’ll message him and see if he can join us.” “Cool….sounds good.” Within a minute Brian’s phone lit up. “Well, that was fast,” I said. “Yeah, he’s a bit curious....(after checking his message) Ok, he’ll meet us there. Ready to go?” “Yep.” Brian and I sat at the bar tipping our beer when his boyfriend approached from behind me. “Ah, there he is.” Brian tapped my arm. “Zeek, this is my boyfriend, Ian. Ian, this is Zeek.” I turned around to see the blonde twink that Zak and I bred a few weeks ago. Ian’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened with fear. I played dumb, extended my hand and introduced myself, “Pleased to meet you, Ian.” He shook my hand, “Ah, H-Hi,” he stuttered….. “N-Nice to meet you.” I asked, “Would you like a drink, Ian?” He paused still holding onto my hand. “Are you alright, Ian? You look dumb founded,” Brian asked. Ian let go of my hand and grinned, “Ah, I’m fine. It’s just been a busy day.” He put his arm around Brian as if to reinforce once more that he was Brian’s boyfriend. “I’ll have a beer too,” he replied. I flagged down the bartender and bought Ian a beer. It was obvious that Brian had no clue that his boyfriend was cheating on him, and that he loved being bred Zak’s and my poz cum. Ian inquired, “So you two just met today?” “Well, we grew up across the street from each other. We hung out a little when we were young, but not a lot,” I replied. “Yeah, I didn’t even know Zeek was gay until our moms tried to set us up.” “So, find out anything interesting about each other,” Ian nervously inquired? “No, nothing much; just that we both have boyfriends now,” I said. “We mainly reminisced about our younger days growing up across from each other,” Brian added. “Oh, so you have a boyfriend too,” Ian “naively” asked? (Thinking to myself)….Yeah you remember him, don’t you. He planted his poz seed in you when we both fucked you a few weeks ago. But I just smiled and said, “Yeah, his name’s Zak.” Brian burst in and tapped my arm, “You know, I actually had a little crush on you, Zeek.” “You did?” I replied as my cock twitched at the thought of pozzing his ass too. “Yeah, it was when I was about 7, but I didn’t put two and two together that I’m gay until my teens.” “I had no idea,” I said. “It’s kind of why I distanced myself from you. I figured you were straight.” “That was about the time I was figuring out that I’m gay. I kind of figured you were straight too, so I just let it go.” “Boy did our gaydar suck.” We all laughed. “Wow…you two could have been each other’s first if you had stayed buds a little longer,” Ian said. “Yeah, probably, but I’m certainly no virgin anymore,” Brian said. I looked at Brian and grinned. “Ah, yeah….I’d say that’s long gone for me too.” “Been around the block a time or two, huh?” Ian added teasingly. “Ah, something like that….I’ll let your imagination run a bit wild with that,” I replied then gave Ian a corner eyed evil grin. After a few more drinks we were flirting and teasing each other quite a bit. I could tell Ian was in deep thought a little on the nervous side knowing I know his partner and also know he enjoyed taking our poz loads a few weeks ago. I teasingly added, “Hey, Ian, What kinky thoughts are going through that head of yours?” “Who, me?” he replied in an innocent tone. “Yes, you,” Brian said. “If you only knew,” he replied then chuckled. “I can imagine,” I flirtatiously added. Brian said, “Ooh, we can explore that later tonight.” “There you go, Ian. Let it out. Brian wants it……live on the wild side,” I said. I knew what thoughts were going through Ian’s head. I could tell by the twitching cock in his pants too. Ian excused himself to the bathroom. I assume to calm down his boned up cock over the poz thoughts dancing through his brain. Boy, If Brian only knew his boyfriend was turning into a chaser. I no sooner got home from dropping off Brian and my phone lit up. It was a text message. “Zeek, this is Ian.” “Hey Ian…..I see you kept my number.” “Yeah, I couldn’t toss your it out. That night with you and Zak scared me, but turned me on so much.” “I understand totally.” “Are you going to tell, Brian?” “Don’t worry, Ian. That’s your business. I find it hot that you’re cheating on Brian and turning into a chaser.” “This scares me.” “But you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Yeah, I do. It’s such a turn on. I tried to resist it.” “That desire never goes away, Ian. You can try to resist it or give in and let your desires run wild.” “I don’t think I can resist it anymore. I don’t think I want to either.” “It only grows stronger, Ian….believe me. You’ll want it more and more.” “How long have you been chasing?” “Not long…..I still chase poz, but I’m not neg anymore.” “You’re poz too?” “Yeah, you may have gotten a charged load from me that night after all. I got the fuck flu about a week later. I just have to go test to confirm it.” “Oh fuck!! I’m rock hard now.” “Figured that would turn you on.” “I’d love to take your load.” “Well, you’d be getting an added bonus if you do.” “What do you mean?” “Zak and I had a little celebration of my conversion at the bath house. Think I have gonorrhea so you may want to wait.” “Oh Fuck!!” “Fuck what?” “My cock is throbbing.” “Bones you too, huh?” “YES!! My cock is rock hard.” “Do you want my load?” “Yes!!” “Do you remember where I live?” “Yes!!” “Come on over.” 30 minutes later my doorbell rang. I opened the door already boned up. “Hi……come on in.” Ian was obviously fully erect from the bulge in his pants. He walked past me, and I closed the door. “Are you sure you want this?” “Yeah, I’m sure.” “You know you will probably poz if you aren’t already infected?” “I know. I don’t care.” “What about Brian? Do you want to poz him after you charge up?” “I don’t know. The thought turns me on, but…..” “Are you scared?” “Yes, but I’m so turned on.” Ian’s cock again throbbed in his jeans a few times. I walked up to him and rubbed my hand against his hard cock. Ian closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. “I’m going to fuck you and give you my toxic load.” Ian’s cock throbbed against my grip. “Fuck, yes!!” I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and dropped my jeans to the floor. I was going commando, so I kicked my jeans to the side and stood before Ian naked and rock hard. Poz precum already slicked the head of my cock. “Oh my God. You got a biohazard too.” “Get your clothes off so I can breed that hot ass.” Ian stripped naked then knelt before me and lapped up the toxic juice from my glans. He then slid my cock all the way into his mouth. I grabbed him by the back of the head. My cock throbbed and drooled sweet nectar down his throat as I slowly fucked his face. “Fuck….you want that poison, don’t you, pig?.....that’s it……lick it all up. Feel it sliding down your throat. You’re just like me, pig. You want me to infect you with my HIV and my gono, don’t you?” Ian mumbled with my cock buried in his throat, “Yes.” I pulled my cock from his mouth and noticed a small amount of discharge leaking from my piss hole. “See that, pig? That’s my gono sliding down your throat….you’re probably already infected with it. Now you need my poz seed in your ass.” “Fuckin sweet.” I pulled Ian to his feet and led him by the hand to my bedroom. “Get on the bed on all fours, pig.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers, and he anxiously put the bottle to his nostrils and inhaled deeply. I spit on Ian’s ass and again on my cock. As I lubed up my shaft with a few strokes of my hand I felt a burning through my piss hole and more gono oozed out. I wiped the gono from the head of my cock onto Ian’s puckered hole then pressed my shaft into his cunt. His hole resisted my prodding so I thrust harder and tore him open. His cunt lips engulfed my poisonous cock head along with my gono discharge. Ian shreaked in pain. “Just relax, pig. Take another hit. Feel the head of my shaft inside you? My toxic cock!!” He inhaled again….taking a deep hit, then flying high. I grabbed Ian’s hips and again thrust into him. He again tensed up in pain, milking more discharge from my venomous snake. My piss hole burned as my cock throbbed. “That’s it….take my diseases, pig. I’m almost all the way in.” I slammed into Ian’s cunt again with one swift thrust. “Fuck yes…You got it all, pig. I’m buried balls deep in your cunt.” Ian’s cunt again puckered around my rod. “Fuck that hurts so good,” he said while exhaling. “Enjoy the ride. Time to sew my demon seed into your gut.” I slowly withdrew my shaft keeping the tip of my cock buried inside. I again spit on my pole and felt his cunt wrapped tightly around my shaft as every inch slid into his tight cunt. “Oh my God….You feel so good. It’s like a velvet on my toxic meat.” I continually thrust all the way into Ian. He buried his head into the mattress then threw his head back and began meeting my thrusts, fucking himself on my tool. “Fuck, you want my babies in you, don’t you? My virus and gono are definitely in you. Feel my rod working my diseases into your gut?” “Fuck, I want this so much.” “I’m going to poz you, pig. I’m going to fire my HIV into your gut and infect you. You’re mine forever, pig. You’ll be poz in no time.” “Fuck, give it to me. Cum in me. I want to poz.” “You want to fuck your boyfriend, don’t you? Infect him too….give him my DNA and poz him.” “Oh, fuck, yes.” “I’m going to unload in you now, pig. Knock you up with my demon seed.” I began to thrust into Ian hard, and began to moan. My cock throbbed in his cunt. “There’s no turning back, pig. Feel me shooting in you? You’re getting all my toxic seed right now.” My body jerked, and I groaned from the burning discomfort down my piss hole as my gono and dirty cum fired off into his hole. “Yes….you’re getting all of me. Take it, pig…..Every bit of my DNA.” Ian stroked his shaft a few times…..it was all it took. “Oh fuck…..I’m going to shoot,” and he spewed his load across my bed sheets. I kept my cock buried in Ian’s cunt until it stopped throbbing then slid my shaft from his hole. Ian squat down on the bed and licked up his semen from my sheets. I worked my fingers into Ian’s cunt and massaged his guts with my fingernails. “Feel me scraping your cunt? Let my demon seed course through your blood.” I worked my babies into his gut with my fingers then flopped on the bed next to him. He curled up against me, pressing his sweaty body into mine. “Oh my God…. This is so fucking hot.” “Any fears, cause you will poz? You definitely have my gono too.” “I’m a little scared, but I can’t resist this anymore.” Ian lay in my arms panting. “Just let go and go with it….. enjoy the ride. If this turns you on that much you’re going to love my HIV and gono.” Ian dosed off in my arms for about 30 minutes then jumped awake. He quickly checked his phone. Brian was texting him while he was taking my toxic load. “Fuck, I better go,” he said. “Brian’s wondering where I am. I told him I fell asleep.” “Well, you did, you little pig….after you took my poz cum.” Ian’s cock again began to get hard as he pulled his jeans on. He gave me a kiss and pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Thanks again,” Ian said as he turned the doorknob “I have to get home.” “Let me know when you want more seed, pig.” He turned and grinned then slipped out the door. A minute later my phone lit up. “That was fucking hot….thanks again, Zeek. I want more.” “Anytime, pig….just let me know.” I crawled back into bed naked, stroking my cock. Boy did I have hot details for Zak. More to cum guys.....

One of the games Vince and I sometimes play in the backrooms is pretty sick, I suppose, but it’s our favourite. Now, Vince has been poz for years, and I’ve no idea what I am, but we look for some guy we both like and get him worked up enough to talk a bit dirty and play around. Vince is good for this because he’s got a bloody big cock and a good body, and he can get his great dong up, too. He’s got this technique of jamming it up against our playmate's arsehole until the guy either give in or makes his escape. To play the game we have to get the guy worked up enough to want to fuck like hell and so I have him slurping at my dick, bent down between us and everything, and when he's in position, the trick is to get the guy's trousers down round his ankles and his arse forced-up against Vince’s crotch and, of course, Vince's monster cock. And that’s when I’ll bend down and ask the chappie if he’s enjoying my cock riding in his throat and does he want to play a little game? We call it dareback. When it works, his head will bob up through the cloud of poppers we keep him breathing in and he’ll nod or croak ‘yes’ or something and then I tell him what we want to do to him and he gets his chance to back out. I tell him the huge fucker behind him, grasping his hips and waiting to split his arse wide open, is poz, that he never uses rubbers but loves creaming arseholes. Vince usually primes the hole with lube round now, spreading it round with his cock head. I’ll press my mouth against our playmate’s sweaty ear and tell him I’m going to fuck his throat and his job is to blow my cock like his life really did depend on it. The guy usually starts sucking me harder right away, then, but I draw out a bit and tell him, crushing the poppers back against his sticky nose, that to make sure he does it just right my mate’s going to raw-fuck his hole while I fuck his throat and he damn well better make sure that I cum first because that’s the only way Vince is going to slop that cock out of that hole without cumming his poz-load inside. I’ll squeeze the poppers tighter into his nose as he tries to think. Some break away, and no hard feelings, but a lot don’t by then though, even the guys who let go of my prick long enough to whine that they don’t know because they’re neg. Those are the best, frankly, the negs, and the ones who most often win because I get so excited I shoot my wad down their furiously sucking throats in no time. Some lose, though, and get a gutful of Vince’s sickload instead, but what the fuck? – the guy got his chance. Still, sometimes it’s touch and go. There was one youngster too stoned or too randy to think straight just the other night. The game was on. We’d had the pratting about with his doubts and the fact that he was neg and I knew Vince’s balls were bursting at the thought of the firm little rump that fitted in his two hands and pressed against his dick. Facing him over the kid’s half-uncovered back I looked at him and he smiled, begging me to let him at that healthy arse. He’d already lubed the hole and was rubbing his great tool up and down, up and down, against the wet, pale skin. Fact was, though, I’d cum about ten minutes before and at my age I need more of a rest. But Vince is my best mate, right? So, I slip my spongy cock into the lips and through the young kid’s mouth which starts pounding away to get me off asap and literally save his arse. This half blocked the scream he gave as a whooping Vince rolled back his foreskin and ploughed his dripping great wanger into the arsehole at last and began hammering so damned hard I had to brace, bumping against a busy couple behind us in the dark. Fucking cruel, Vince can be. I thought the boy might have picked up the smell of the arse I’d poked when I’d cum, or at least the sticky residue left over from my load, but then again the poppers that I kept glued to his heaving nostrils probably wiped out any chance of that. My knob did respond to the bucking, sucking mouth. The little feller was good. But I’d known from the start he’d lost this one. And sure enough I soon heard Vince sigh and grunt a bit, and glancing up I saw him close his eyes, shake his head and grin at me as he slouched forward, gasping, banging his hips solidly against the arsecheeks and then standing stock still, and I knew that a full pozload had been pumped deep into that slimy hole for the first time. It was all up. Too late for our little volunteer, I realised, and slipped my semi-boner out of the clinging, desperately sucking mouth. We left him reeling a bit and whipped our trousers up. I patted the stunned creature on the head but we were out of there before he could say much. But Christ did I beat off when we got home.

When fucking a guy, I prefer to go all in, balls deep the first time, preferably with just my precum. Then jackhammer away while holding down the pussy bottom no matter what he cries out. And expect nothing les from a top fucking me. CUM hard or go home! And don;t get me started with the choking thing from RawPozLust. Nothin hotter than holding down a guy by his throat while piledrivin it home!

Jarod has several things that I really like in him: He's obviously as big a Pig as anyone I know, takes any load [apparently], is five inches taller than me, has a really nice lookin cock, is totally versatile, decent bod, cute face, and [yes, mom, I'm gonna say it... ] he looks like a really nice, sweet guy that might even be a lot of fun to just hang with. If he were escorting he's probably the first guy I'd hire [as long as we get to swap a couple loads!] jimmy

He needs to let that pig in him come out again and travel down to Seattle where I would be happy to show him a good time while here.

I'm not usually into twinks when I am wanting some serious hot bareback fucking because twinks don't have the experience needed for that. But Jared has always been one of my favorites. He's versatile has a nice cock and does not come across as some bitchy little queen who thinks anyone older than her should worship the ground she walks on. I have read this interview where he talks about the type of men he likes http://www.hotdesertknights.com/blog/2006/10/28/hdk-model-of-the-week-jarod-steele/ He is rumored to be living in Alaska now so I am sure he's got plenty of bears up there. LOL

It's weird. My experience seems to be different than many of yours. I find that as I age (in my 40s) I find a lot of late teen early twenty tweaker barebackers. And they are nasty as fuck.