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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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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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My name is Zip. I know, I know. It’s a funny name to have. Anyway, I volunteer once a month in the AIDS ward at St. Theresa’s Hospital. I help out, doing what I can. As we got to know each other the men and I became more comfortable around each other. They seemed to like having me around. The patient with whom I got along best was named Mickey. He had a sly sense of humor and could always make me laugh. It turned out we were both baseball fanatics as well. Mickey had been a pretty handsome fellow back in the day. It was kind of sad to see the effects of the virus as it increased its hold on him. He’d started losing weight, his cheeks were sort of hollow and his butt cheeks were getting flabby. He managed to take it all with his typical good spirits. One day I was helping Mickey out of the shower as I often did. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I dried his back. As I walked around to the front I was kind of surprised to see that he had an erection…a real stiff one by the looks of it. I dried his chest and his legs. I was on my knees at this point and I finished off by rubbing the towel all around his bobbing hard-on. That seemed to really excite him even more. I don’t know why exactly but I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. He emitted a short grunt, which told me that he liked what my fingers were doing. I figured, if the poor guy enjoyed it, why not give him a hand job? So I got to my feet, sat on the bench facing him and began to stroke gently up and down his shaft. God only knows how long he had been confined to the ward, but I reasoned it had probably been quite a while since he had had sex of any sort, so would be the harm to giving him a simple hand job, after all? Soon, Mickey started making this growling noise so he must have been pleased with my efforts. I certainly wasn’t expecting it when, all of a sudden, he leaned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down so that I was lying on my back on the bench. His hands moved down a bit and started to unbutton my shirt. I tried to sit up and said, “Mickey, what are you doing?” He looked at me calmly and pushed me back down again. “Ssshhh!” he said in a low voice as he finished undoing my shirt. The shirt fell open, baring my chest. The look in Mickey’s eyes got a little harder and he reached out and gently started to work both of my nipples. I think at that point my sex drive must have come to life because I was instantly aware of how good it felt as his fingers continued to pinch and twist my nips. I was surprised to hear myself let out a long sigh of satisfaction. What was going on? This should NOT be happening. Mickey splayed his left hand his left hand on my chest, effectively holding me down on the bench. His right hand lazily drifted down to my belt and casually began to undo the buckle. “Mickey!” I said. He cut me off, saying, “Keep it down! No one’s going to know we’re here unless you make a fuss.” He gazed at me. “You’re not going to make a fuss now, are you?” When I remained silent he said, “That’s better, let’s just relax and take our time, shall we?” His hand returned to my pants, unbuckling the belt, popping the button on my jeans and smoothly sliding the zipper down. Against my better judgment I was getting turned on by all this. Mickey noticed the swelling in my pants and slid his hand down the front of my jeans and cupped the bulge that had appeared in my tighty-whities. “That’s nice,” he cooed. “Real nice! This is too good to pass up. I want you to hold it right there and don’t move a muscle! I’ll be right back!” With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and quickly left the shower room. Less than a minute later he came back in, closing the door most of the way but leaving it slightly ajar. He grinned at me as his towel dropped to the floor. Returning to my side, he loomed over me, with his cock kind of wagging back and forth as he moved. I thought I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. His eyes gleamed as he held up his hands. In the right he had a condom packet and his left hand held a small object…unmistakably a bottle of poppers. When I spied the condom wrapper, the thoughts that were spinning in my head slowed down a bit. It was a relief to see that safety protocols were being observed. “I had these in a drawer…souvenirs of days gone by I guess,” he said sheepishly. With that he tossed the rubber onto my stomach. Next, he uncapped the bottle. “Here,” he said, “see if it’s still ok.” He bent down and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply a couple of times and instantly felt that familiar feeling wash through my body. “Wow! It’s still pretty strong,” I said as I floated off into la-la land. When I returned to earth, I found that my pants and briefs had been removed. Mickey had my feet propped up on his chest and he was pulling off my white socks. “Welcome back!” he chortled. He surprised me by first kissing both of my feet and then sensuously licking each one. He put my legs back down on the bench and picked up the condom packet. I asked myself, 'Am I really ready to let this guy fuck me, even with a condom? Mickey’s a real nice guy and all but…I mean…he’s got AIDS!' Oblivious to my internal turmoil, Mickey tore open the wrapper and then said, “Here!” as he shoved the bottle back under my nostrils. I began to fade out again. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice saying, “Damn! This condom is way out of date. I guess we’ll have to bareback.” When my attention returned, Mickey was already inside me, smoothly sliding in and out. “Did I hear you say something about barebacking?” I asked in a tight voice. “Yeah,” he said, “the rubber was no good but it was kind of late to put the brakes on. This is much hotter anyway, don’t you think?” I was utterly speechless which I guess he interpreted as consent on my part. He smiled and bent his face down to mine and began to passionately kiss me, nibbling and nipping my lips. So confused was I that even as I tried to squawk a protest through our locked lips I found my body responding to what Mickey was doing. Our tongues started dancing together and my whole being began to synch up with the steady rhythm of his fucking. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” was the only sound I was capable of making at this point. I knew that this was ridiculously unsafe. Here I was, in a hospital ward, having unprotected anal intercourse with an AIDS patient. But as the sexual heat began to cloud my judgment it all started to seem not so important after all. Soon, physical pleasure was all that mattered. After a long, long period of steady thrusting, Mickey began to pick up his pace. His breathing was becoming ragged. My toes flexed and curled as his body transmitted its increasing excitement. I was at the point of wishing that this would never end when Mickey groaned loudly and his frame started to shudder. All of a sudden he bucked against my ass. Once!…twice!... three, four five times he pushed into me, shuddering again at the end! That, in turn, set me off. My whole body spasmed repeatedly as volley after volley of my seed shot across my stomach and chest. I clenched my sphincter ecstatically, wanting to freeze time and savor the moment. We both lay there panting, exhausted from our frantic climax. I heard a voice mutter, “That was so fuckin’ HOT!” With a start, I realized that Mickey was not the one speaking! With Mickey still collapsed on top of me I couldn’t get up but I twisted my head around to see who had spoken. I can’t say who it was for sure because, not one, but all five of the other patients on the ward were clustered in the open doorway. At this point Mickey finally got up off me and there were audible gasps. “Holy Shit! You guys fucked bareback? Zip! What were you thinking, letting Mickey breed you with his infected cum?” That’s when reality came crashing back into my head. Yes, I had let Mickey fuck his AIDS into me, filling me with gobs and gobs of his toxic sperm. To make it worse, while he was planting his dirty seed deep within me, my legs had been wrapped around his waist while I feverishly licked and moaned into his ear. Guiltily, I knew that by the time he blew his poisoned load deep within me, I had desperately wanted…no, needed him to defile my negative ass. Of course that’s about the time that the other guys figured the same thing out: that I had ultimately been more than willing to receive Mickey’s gift! Now I was eager for not just one man, but many men to blast their virus-laden cum into my willing holes. It may not have happened yet, but it was assured that I would soon be told that I, too, was HIV positive. Maybe one day I might even take up residence in this very AIDS ward. But, for now, all that was in the future. Now, I had other things to worry about. From the look in their eyes I could tell that one important fact had finally dawned on them: if one of their number was free to breed me bareback, then it was only fair that all of them had the right to bend me over a gurney and fuck me full of their tainted sperm any time they felt the primal urge. And when the day came that I became infected with their disease, they would send me out into the world to pass the virus on to others. Until then, I will remain Zip and be used regularly every month as their own private AIDS dump! I may even start coming twice a month! It’s the least that I can do to put some Zip into their lives!

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.

Return To The Theater This is a sort of continuation of my earlier story "Marked At The Theater". I was encouraged by the number of cars as I pulled into the parking lot at the bookstore. This isn't the one I usually go to, but I've gone here a few times, once recently that I wrote about. This bookstore is very seedy and has a large open theater area instead of just booths like the ones I usually go to. They don't do a really good job of keeping this place clean, but on the other hand they also pretty much let whatever happens go without monitoring. It is a flat admission fee instead of tokens and they only have a few cameras in the hallways so everywhere else is pretty much anything goes. Putting on my mask as I went in there were a few other guys showing up so it was definitely going to be one of the busier days I've been here. I usually go in the late afternoons but today I was here at the lunch hour, so maybe that's why. As I approached the counter, the same lady was working as last time I was here. She was a good looking blonde lady around my age, a small BBW, late 40s or early 50s. She smiled as I approached and said, "Back again so soon? I heard about all the fun you had last time you were here.". I told her I just needed theater admission and a bottle of the yellow Rush poppers. She smirked and said, "No condoms again? I shouldn't tell you this, you're going to get your ass knocked up if it isn't already if you keep taking anon loads back there. Most of those guys are poz and a lot are not on meds." I told her I knew, but I loved the thrill of the risk so much I just couldn't quit. She just laughed and said, "Well, you really are a sissy slut cum dump, aren't you. You're definitely going to get gifted and pozzed up very soon." I told her that she was probably right, it was most likely inevitable that it would happen sooner or later. She said, "I see you are wearing a wedding ring, you married to a woman or a man." I told her a woman. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "Does she know you are a cocksucker and take anon loads up your faggot ass?". I told her no, that she had no idea. She said, "So if she gets the fuck flu and gets pozzed by you she will be surprised?" I told her that we rarely had sex, and when we did it was mostly me licking her. She told me that the guys from last time I was here said I had a tiny little dick so it was obvious why I was a bottom, and probably I never satisfied my wife anyway. I was ashamed to tell her that it was true and that I also suffer from ED. Another customer was waiting behind me, listening in on the conversation with an amused look on his face. She told me that she wouldn't keep me any longer because she knew I was desperate for dick and loads, but that if she had time on her break she might come into the theater and watch me sucking and getting my ass bred. I told her that I would like that because I love being watched, teased and humiliated. After that I proceeded past the booth area and down the hallway towards the theater room at the back of the building. I could hear the sounds of the porn playing and the walls were as always lined with DVD videos available for rent or sale. I could hear footsteps from the other customer behind me as I reached the door to the theater and went in. It took my eyes a bit to adjust to the dark, the only light coming from the screen. I moved away from the door and the other customer came in and moved to the opposite side of the doorway. Once I could see enough to move safely I moved towards one of the couches at the back of the theater that was unoccupied. I could see that there was at least a dozen guys in the theater. Some were just sitting there stroking themselves while they watched, others were sucking dick. A few were smoking something from glass pipes. I took off my crocs and dropped my shorts down and stepped out of them. I unbuttoned my shirt and set it and my pants and shoes off to the side of the couch and sat down in just my thong sissy panties. It didn't take long before a tall thin black man with a slight belly came over and asked if he could sit down next to me. Of course I told him yes. He wasted no time in reaching over and starting to play with my ass and man boobs. I'm sure from my sissy panties and my tiny little cock he could tell right away I was a bottom guy. I returned the grope and felt that he'd opened up his pants and I stroked his long uncut dick. Seeing this another black guy who had been sitting on another couch nearby got up and came over to the side of the couch and put his big fat dick into my face and ordered me to suck it. I took it in my mouth and as I got up to do that the guy next to me started playing with my ass more and fingering my hole. As I was sucking the big cock in front of me with loud smacking noised I could feel my panties being pulled down and then I could feel the head of the dick behind me start to slide up and own in my crack until it found my hole and started to make entry causing me to moan out with pleasure. The guy behind me groaned out as his dick started to slide deep inside of me. My hole was already cleaned out and lubed and ready to be used. Guys were starting to notice and gather around matching me get filled with dick from both ends. Several of the guys watching were stroking their stiff dicks and I could hear them saying things encouraging the guys using my holes, things like "Yeah, give it to that faggot good!" and "Stretch that hole out good!" Someone had opened up my poppers and put the bottle under my nose. The guys using my holes got into a rythym in and out causing me to moan out around the dick in my mouth as I could hear the balls slapping my taint and my chin. In a few minutes I could hear the breathing of the guy behind me start to get ragged and his pace picked up. I could tell his balls were pulling up and he was getting ready to blast his load deep inside my ass, then I felt his dick start to twitch and the pulses of his cum shooting into my hole. The guy in front of me pulled out of my mouth and moved around behind me and slammed his big dick deep into my already wet and stretched hole in one stroke. He started pounding my hole like a jackhammer, obviously planning to quickly plant his seed as well. Another guy stepped out of the crowd of watchers, a short thin hispanic guy. He offered up his long uncut dick and I took it into my mouth. I could smell the sweat on him and his crotch smelled slightly of piss but I nonetheless worked to get him hard. The guys were passing the poppers around and the bottle was put under my nose again. I could hear the door to the theater open and close repeatedly and the brief bits of light let me see that many of the guys waiting to use my holes had tattoos advertising their status and a few showed obvious signs of wasting, vascularity or even KS lesions. I knew my neg days would probably be over soon. The big black dick in my hole added another large load to my hole as more guys said things like "Yeah, spunk him up good" and "Breed that sissy bitch". Again and again the guys changed places adding load after load of cum and guys came and went from the theater. During this time I noticed the lady from the counter among the crowd and she laughed and said to me "Every day some guy gets bred and gifted here, and today it is you!" Somehow hearing that just excited me more. Eventually the crowd started to thin and I noticed the guy taking his turn at my mouth was the guy who had followed me down to the theater. His shirt was open and I could see he had a big biohazard tattoo around his belly button. He said to me "Yeah, you're going to get pregnant today for sure, I'm not on meds and my VL is well over a million". That must have triggered the guy currently in my ass because right then he froze and groaned out loudly as I felt his hot cum coat my insides. "Fuck me, knock my ass up" I heard myself say as the guy moved from my mouth back to mount my proffered ass. "Oh, I will, you are going to be completely fucked after today". I was so turned on I started to buck back as I could feel his hips slapping against mine. He must have waited until last as there were no more guys waiting to take his place at my mouth. I fully concentrated on his massive dick, thankfully by then I was well slicked up and stretched because his dick was bigger than just about any of the others I'd ever taken. He had incredible stamina as he fucked my abused hole for a long time before I felt the telltale signs of his approaching orgasm and he yelled out "Take that poz cum!" as he shot into me. I slumped down onto the couch as he pulled out, realizing from the wet spot that sometime along the way I had cum myself, never even touching my little dick. Once I had regained my composure and put my panties, pants and shirt back on I noticed that the theater had returned to how it was when I got there, a few guys watching the movie, stroking themselves or smoking from glass pipes. All waiting for the next cum dumpster to get things started I guess. I knew that soon it would be me again, although maybe next time I'd be sporting my own tattoo. I plodded back up the hallway to the front. The lady at the counter winked at me slyly and told me to come back again. There was no doubt in my mind that it would be at my earliest opportunity.

"My name is Detective K C Long, that's the initials K and C and I'm here to help!" A rich baritone voice said, shining a flashlight to illuminate his gold shield. Standing 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs, with a shaved head, close cropped beard and mustache, skin the color of dark chocolate, Detective Long was a mountain of a man. Slab pecs were clearly visible beneath his black t-shirt and his massive biceps strained the sleeves as he brought the flashlight up to reveal himself. "Did you get a look at him? What did he take? Are you okay? By the way, I'm the only 'out' cop on the force, so when something happens in the gayborhood, I get the call, so you can tell me anything! Let's start with your name." Best described as a ginger otter, Tim Schmidt was 5'11", with short, wavy, bright red hair, a goatee, weighing 165 lbs, with sparkling green eyes, which he blinked, mesmerized by the sight of the mangod standing over him. "I'm Tim Schmidt. The punk had a bandana around his mouth and he was wearing a hoodie, so I couldn't see much. He got $80 in cash, my license and the keys to my condo. I was walking home from the Double Deuce, when he came up behind me, held a knife to my throat and dragged me here. I did have the presence of mind to toss me cell phone in the bushes. He punched me in the gut and before I went down, I managed to jab him in the eye with my elbow. Other than being scraped, sore and slightly out of it, I guess I'm okay. Fuck, I'm naked!" Running his flashlight over Tim's body, Detective Long was impressed by what he saw, that bright red fur and even flaccid, his uncut cock was something to be proud of. "Tim, you have nothing to be ashamed of! I'm not a bar person, but if I'd been at the Double Deuce, you would've left with me. Since as you say, you're slightly out of it, I don't advise you being alone tonight, so unless you have someone to stay with, I'll take you home with me, where my lover can help me take care of you." K C said, as he noticed 2 tattoos below Tim's pecs. "Nice ink! I know the scorpion is Ivan's work. Did he do the TIM logo too?" His face a bright shade of crimson, Tim confessed, "Well, it was the TIM logo that led to the scorpion. As long as I'm going home with you, we can discuss that later. Can you see where my cell phone is? I'd like to call my building manager to see about getting my lock changed." Shining his flashlight at the bushes, K C said, "There it is. We have a 24 hour locksmith we deal with and it'll be taken care of. If you give me your address, I'll also have a squad car sent over so any sketchy people will be scared away!" Bending down, he retrieved Tim's phone and handed it to him. "Here it is." "I'm at 66 Bedford, unit 510." Tim said. "No damage to my phone, so I'll get in touch with my building manager." Scrolling through the directory, he hit speed dial for the appropriate number. "Sorry to wake you Walt, but I was mugged and the guy got the keys to my condo. A nice Detective will be seeing to getting my lock changed and he's also sending a squad car to keep the area safe. I won't be coming home tonight, but I'll see you tomorrow and I'll find a way to make up for this trouble." As K C, reached for the phone, Tim said, "The detective would like to speak to you." "Detective Long here!" K C exclaimed. "I'll have the locksmith there within 30 minutes and there'll be no charge. As you might expect, Tim's a bit traumatized and I think it's best if he's not alone tonight. Not to worry, he'll be in good hands. We'll see you tomorrow. Shall I put him back on the line? Okay, thank you. Walt says he'll see us tomorrow. Let's get you out of here!" K C said, handing Tim his phone and picking him up as though he weighed nothing. Carrying him out of the alley, he opened the passenger door, setting Tim down on the seat. From the back seat, K C retrieved a pair of shorts. Tossing them at Tim, he said, "They're a bit sweaty, but these should fit you. I need to call the station and get the squad car and the locksmith taken care of. Give me a few minutes and we'll be on our way." Rather than put on K C's shorts, Tim brought them to his nose inhaling the crotch deeply. Heavily into manfunk, Tim immersed himself in K C's masculine, sweaty musk. Hopefully, he'd get the opportunity to sniff from the source. "All set!" K C announced as he got into the driver's seat. Noticing his shorts on Tim's face, he said, "If you're not going to wear them, I'm glad you're enjoying them! I called my lover and told him to expect a sexy stud to be joining us!" "Don't go yet." Tim said, pulling K C's face to his and kissing him on the cheek. "Forgive me for being forward, but it's not every day that a handsome mangod comes to my rescue and I couldn't resist!" "The only thing to forgive is that it wasn't a proper kiss!" K C said, bringing Tim's face to his and using his tongue to part his lips. For the next 2 minutes, they kissed passionately, only stopping because they were in public. Looking down, it was impossible for K C not to notice Tim's throbbing hardon, the thick foreskin covering everything but the piss slit, a drop of pearlescent precum. He scooped it up and brought it to his lips. "Fuck, that's a beautiful uncut dick! So thickly veined and huge! You're under no obligation, but I hope we'll have fun tonight! Let's go! We'll stop by your building on the way, so you can see that things are being taken care of." K C started the engine and 2 minutes later, they were at Tim's building, a squad car parked in front, Walt outside and the locksmith van approaching. "See ya, Brad!" K C said, waving to the uniformed officer in the squad car as they drove off. As they entered a certain road, Tim said, "This is Lakeview Loop, the most exclusive and expensive street in town. Even on a detective's salary, you couldn't afford to rent a guesthouse in this part of town." "I might as well fess up." K C admitted. "Before I had it legally changed, my last name was Longstreet and I live in the home I grew up in. I was in my senior year in boarding school, already accepted to Harvard Law when my parents were murdered in a botched robbery attempt. Working closely with the local police, I decided to give up law for law enforcement. Not wanting special treatment, I had my last name changed before I even applied to the Academy and only the detectives who worked on my parents' case know who I really am. My salary from the force is donated to gay foundations." "Wow!" Tim exclaimed, amazed by what he'd just heard. "Not only are you sex and handsome, you're a man to be admired and respected. Your family built most of this town. Dr. Wilhelm Schmidt was the first of my family to come to the US. It was a Jewish family who put him through medical school. Soon after Hitler came to power, he had a sense of what was to come, so he got himself and the Jewish family out of Germany. Together, they got more than 50 Jewish families to safety here. Dr Wilhelm offered to convert to Judaism or change his name, but he was told it would be better to be an example that there are good Germans in the world. Medicine is the family business and since my sister is a brain surgeon, my parents weren't disappointed when I became an IT Specialist." K C pressed a button on his cell phone and huge iron gates opened, allowing us entry. A tree lined drive led us to an enormous brick mansion, befitting the neighborhood. "Be it ever not so humble, this is where I live!" He chuckled as the garage opened and we parked inside. "Honey, we're home!" He said as we walked into the massive foyer. To be continued

I like to jerk cum out. I love a thick heavy load that paints my face.

The preview is just HOT. I may need to make a purchase for that one.

I meant to focus on this, too, and forgot. So you're opposed to the United States of America? Because, I hate to let you know this, since you apparently missed American History in high school, but that's exactly what the United States is. At the end of the Revolutionary War, there were thirteen individual, sovereign states. They first agreed to form a very limited alliance, under a document titled (and now known as) the "Articles of Confederation." When that proved unworkable, most (not all) of the states sent delegates to a convention in Philadelphia to draft some changes; instead, the delegates chose to draft an entirely new written "Constitution" to submit to the legislatures of all the states. And even THAT constitution - the one we have now, as amended twenty-seven times since - recognizes that each of the states is a sovereign entity, having yielded some, but not all, of that sovereignty to the federal government. In other words, the EU is essentially the United States of Europe. If it's such a horrible idea for them, do you think it's a horrible idea for us?

I forgot this gem, above. Trump's "decreasing taxes" will actually result in a tax INCREASE for many lower-end taxpayers, in a few years (because our tax cuts are temporary while the ones for big business and the mega rich are permanent). And they blew a 2 trillion hole in the extended budget because Trumpanzees, like most Republicans, cling to the fiction that reducing taxes somehow improves governmental finances. That of course was before his mismanagement of the Trump Coronavirus blew another trillion-plus hole in government finances. And jobless rate? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA That's not laughing at the unemployed. That's laughing at any moron who thinks that having hit, back in April, the highest unemployment rate since the fucking Great Depression is a "falling jobless rate". He inherited, in January 2017, an unemployment rate of 4.8% - below what used to be considered "full employment" at 5% (to account for normal job turnover, etc.). He managed to get that down to 3.6% by January 2020 - a whole whopping 1.2% decline in joblessness - before his disastrous (and re-election-driven) mismanagement of the Trump Virus caused that rate to skyrocket up to 14.7 percent. That's FORTY PERCENT higher than the WORST month under Obama, at the worst point in the Bush 43 Great Recession. One could argue, if one wanted, that Trump's very minor troop reductions (most of which have just been shifting troops around the globe) are a good thing. One could argue (if one were an idiot) that repeatedly pissing off and insulting all of our allies is savvy foreign policy, even though we're likely to need those allies to help deal with threats here and there around the world. But to argue that this train wreck of an economy, where we've had 20 weeks this year where FIRST TIME unemployment claims were over one million (we'd never had a SINGLE month with that many, until Trump, much less twenty) is beyond laughable.

didnt get caught by my uncle but a couple of his buddies fucked me then told him about it. thats when he started training me

I was in a relationship when a got bottomed regularly and it did get less painful but it never stopped being "uncomfortable". I sometimes came from being ass-fucked which was distracting from the discomfort but after coming still being fucked was sometimes a pain in the ass, but not to crying or anything that bad. Plus after we split for months I could only get off with something in my butt so I had got very accustomed to it.

Nope... It is my hole, that I share out to guys who need or want to Fuck it.. I most certainly do not agree or understand why some fuckees think they can be treated like shit. Two way street, the top is getting my hole to drop his seed in, but I also get him off. I want to enjoy also.

Love it when that second hole just POPS open... you can really milk a long thick cock when it's deep inside you.

Mostly top, but do love taking an beautiful big cock from time to time. As a small built guy, my deep cherry is easy to hit(5-6” back, not overly hung on the inside), so that’s always a struggle. Always love when a guy works it good for awhile and clearly is feeling good but wants more. He gives me “that look” and then muscles that cherry open. So fucking intense (goddamn) but so beautiful and want him to own my hole. After that length really ceases to be a problem and really helps since each time his head pops thru the cherry it’s intense for a bit but if he’s really long, then he’s just stroking it with his shaft buried thru it - and that’s amazing. Love thick but up to a point and then it becomes kinda crazy. Roughly 7” thick is lovely. Thicker than that is so hot to see but probably gonna be a bit of a slog. Probably my biggest was a real honest to god 9x7. Started out kinda soft but hard enough to get it in, then as he fucked started really thickening up and getting longer and downright hard. That was a rush! And a struggle. So hot.

I was 14 years old with a 26 years old , bareback in a bathhouse back in Malaysia. I guess it's true that early experience sets a pattern.

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.

I had opened Grindr while I was at work, checking to see if anyone I knew was on. They were not, so I closed the app and went back to what I was doing. After a few minutes I got a message. I opened it and it was a guy sending me his picture. He wasn't bad so we started talking. He said he was horny, (duh) but he was driving his route and wouldn't be back my way until about 45 minutes after I got off work. Since I'm a sucker for uniforms I told him I'd wait around for him. We exchanged numbers, and after a while he called me and told me to park in a parking lot and he would see me when he drove the bus past. "I know your car, I'll blow the horn." How did he know my car? I didn't recognize his picture... Anyway, I was there at the appointed time and within a few minutes a bus was at he intersection beeping the horn. I followed him for a couple blocks until we arrived at a bus turnaround thing. I parked and met him outside the bus, I still didn't recognize him. No mind, I was about to get fucked. We went behind some dumpsters and he unzipped his uniform pants. Once I had sucked his dick hard I finally remembered where I had met him before, he'd fucked me a couple times in the park. I guess it's something I recognize a dick and not a face ha ha. He told me to bend over, so I braced myself against the side of the dumpster as he aimed his bare meat at my hole. He slid it in and started to get up a good fucking going. I was enjoying the pounding, as was he. He started pulling all the way out and admiring his dick popping in and out of my ass. After about 5 minutes of this he went in deep and grunted, dumping what felt like a big load up inside me. He pulled out and I went back on my knees to squeeze the last bit of jizz from his shaft and lick it off. He wiped the lube off his dick and stuffed it back in his pants. "I got to get back to my bus". I told him to hit me up whenever and we parted, me with a nice amount of warm sperm in me. I was satisfied. 😄

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

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.’”

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?

WOW This is the best story on here I get off on humiliation and cigars so much so to have them both be a theme is amazing .hopefully he will serve as an ashtray . Also I know how I get when I'm on the edge ,begging to send the video to everyone is mind blowing...can't wait for the rest Thank you for writing and sharing

Hampstead Heath early evening sweltering day lightweight shorts commando singlet so hot. Plenty of guys cruising few familiar faces found a log squatted drank water heard trees rustle went to look 3 guys are hard at it shorts on ankles. One guys arms tied around a tree other 2 taking turns barebacking him. I continued thru trees saw 3 guys naked clearly buddies beckoned me over in their late 50’s early 60’s next thing my shorts are pulled off I’m giving 2 of them head they had PA’s. The 3rd is rimming me his tongue full of saliva really deep inside my butt my pucker is clenching writhing with glee. He then puts a saliva wet finger in slowly stroking my prostrate I gasp follows with two in same slow stroking of my prostrate my mancunt is writhing squeezing them in me saying more, more a third follows he then withdraws. Do you wanna be used boy from other 2 who start dirty talk my mouth full of cock I frantically nod. The guy pulled his shaft out of my mouth said they shared a flat close by we dressed. I was offered a beer we sat chatted about what we were into all on PreP regular STD checks they’d had Cialis (type of viagra) works fast about an hr or so gave me one. One returned from a room had huge ringed nipples wore studded metal jock held a body harness, cock ring, I put ‘em on the other 2 went came back in Leather they had the PA’s large thick cock rings( one had huge hung balls) nipple studs bar vests. Next am in a playroom had everything from cage, fuck hoarse even stocks shelves loads of toys manacles, spreader bars next wrist ankle cuffs fitted I’m in a sling arms & legs up wide apart mirrored ceiling and walls cameras hooks my cock was rock hard they then sprayed it and theirs to stay so. One says “this boy is my cum those are theirs” they all held small bottles my hole was loobed with it so was his shaft slid easily into my hungry mancunt slowly thrust in/out then heavily pounded me I was in heaven squeezing his shaft working it with him his balls slapping my ass another was fitting chain tit clamps on me a cock entered my mouth I could taste the sweet cum sucked it like mad cleaning swallowing he squealed with joy. One guy said call me Sir another said I’m Boss obediently replied OH YES. The guy shafting me was really power pounding me “you like that boy yes yes”. Sir was btwn his legs filming his cock in and out of my mancunt cld see it in the mirror then one after the other they loobed their cocks with their cum fucked me another filming then their cocks sliding over my tongue deep into my throat to clean suck off cum I couldn’t get enough. 3rd guy came over unhooked my arms/legs removed my harness lifted me over his shldr slapped my cheeks hard next my front was over the Lthr fck horse legs spread, arm cuffs hooked to sides. I could see all in the side mirror A “SLUT” paddle in his hand saw it in mirror want a glowing butt boy PLEASE then thwack b4 long my ass cheeks glowed! He tied a cord hanging from ceiling round my balls and cock hauled ‘em up as his PA’d cock slid over my tongue to back of my throat he thrust it in and out “enjoy it boy” I delightedly complied. Other 2 came over unhooked me am on the Lthr bed ass in the air elbows down my cum loobed mancunt welcomed a funnel a bottle poured cum in minutes later am being dble fkd guy laying on bed me on top he’s thrusting my hips back/forth their cocks the PA sending my hole and prostrate into ecstasy one standing gasps ejaculates loads of cum in me I felt it his cock up and down like a yo yo pulls out my pucker felt within seconds the other guy entering his PA hit me he power plows me seems for ages I moan with pleasure the guy on bed shouts shoots load of cum in me so many ejaculations. It loobs up the other ones PA cock that is hammering me faster he sure can fuck my prostate causes me to gasp with glee & shouting more more eventually he cried out my mancunt savoured every drop of his cum . I’d had my days creampies! One by one my tongue cleans their dicks of cum then on my knees again elbows down ass in air they each felch me after their tongues in my mouth we snowball I swallow. My rock hard cock is given head I come Boss’s tongue then empties the cum in my mancunt. We collapsed on the bed, Would I like to stay? YES PLEASE. In Lounge they poured drinks 2 tops one vers’ and me 100% sub slut btm. They were into amazing kinks liked to have an oiled up orgy use toys speculums you name it seemed they did it. Not brown blood or serious pain. I told them had over the years had fun in sex Clubs used in Berlin, France mostly USA BDSM where anything goes. I so regretted not going to PlayPit in London as nobody cared about your body it was what you did with it. I have a bit of a tum. They all went there said it was the sluttiest kinkiest BB sex place. PreP regular STD checks we agreed made sex great. Couldn’t wait for next day! To be continued………

. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust. My son started to struggle, pushing against my chest. "Stop" he said, "stop. Dad stop. You're hurting me." I had rolled over on top of him so he couldn't move his body very well. He couldn't wriggle out from under me. It took both hands to hold him down. "You're my little faggot boy" I sneered. "You need some more cum up that little fagget ass. Daddy's cum. I'm going to give you the seed that made you. Going to fuck you hard load that ass. Work that demon fucker's seed up into you real good. Make sure you get the AIDS you wanted." "Dad stop! Dad stop. Don't do this." He was struggling hard, pushing against me and my grip on his arms was beginning to loosen. I couldn't let my little faggot boy go. Something dark swept over me, and I knew instinctively just what to do. I let go of his arms for a moment and moved my hands to his throat. I closed my strong hands around his throat and squeezed, hard. His face immediately started turning red. His begging stopped. He couldn't speak. All he could do was make grunting sounds. His hands went to mine. He was struggling now just to breathe, just to get at my hands off of his throat. His body was still and tensed, he was so focused on moving my hands so he could breathe. I shifted my weight moving my right hand off his throat, shifting my left hand over and pressing down even harder. With my right hand I reached into the pocket of my shorts and grab a bottle of poppers. My son's face was starti to turn a bright shade of red. His struggling seemed to be growing weaker. I threw the popper bottle in the bed shifted my shorts down to where they fell off my ass and I pulled the side of the jockstrap around so my cock flipped free. In one swift motion, I'm not sure exactly how I did it but I found his whole. I shoved my hard dripping, cock deep into his hole in a single stroke. My son groaned. His struggling grew weaker. He was about to pass out. Something dark, something sinister, had possessed me. I started pounding his ass as his attempts to move my hands grew weaker and weaker. I was choking my own son out. I didn't know if I could stop. His ass felt so good,so smooth, so slick from all the cum he had taken earlier. His hands dropped from my arms and I released his throat. I pulled out of his ass and roughly flipped him over onto his stomach. Then I jumped back on top of him and shoved my cock back up his ass again. He was no longer struggling, he was gasping just trying to get his breath. I just kept pumping that beautiful ass thinking to myself, "take my cock little faggot. Take my seed. I want to give your ass to the dark side. You need to become a servant of the dark. We need to spread AIDS around to anyone you can convince to fuck you." I kept sliding in and out of his ass. Shoving my cock all the way in and grinding around. He was beginning to come back around. He started muttering "No dad. No dad stop. You're hurting me Dad." I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. I jerked his head back. And held it there. With the other hand I grabbed the bottle poppers and twisted the lid off. Holding his head all the way back I put my one hand over his mouth to hold his head back with the other hand I put the popper bottle under his nose and I held it there. I wouldn't let him move away. I held it there for what seems like an eternity. He breathed in those fumes over and over again. And finally his resistance faded. His begging me to stop turned into begging me to keep on. He was moaning like a little whore. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my dirty ass. it was me at the bathroom. I'll let that guy with AIDS fuck me up the ass. I wanted his seed, Daddy. I want your seed Daddy. I let other guys fuck me too. 4 guys fucked me in that bathroom. All of them had AIDS." I hit the popper bottle myself deep and hard. I was ramming my cock deep into his ass. I was not in control of myself Suddenly my son thrusted gis hips back against me. I knew he was unloading. Coming all over the bed underneath him. That was enough to push me over the edge. I pushed into him one more time deep as I could. Violently as I could. And unleashed all of the seed I had built up over the evening sucking cock and taking cock up my ass at the porno store. I wanted my seed deep in my boy's ass. My own son carrying my DNA along with the AIDS he had already taken. I seemed to cum and cum and cum. I never come that hard or that long in my whole life. At some point it stopped, my cock still buried deep in his ass. I collapsed onto his back. He was breathing but silent and still. He was utterly quiet. It seems like he was going back to sleep. Or maybe he just passed out. I felt numb. I felt like I was watching all this from outside myself. My cock slipped out of his ass and cum dribbled down onto the sheets. I stepped back. I looked at my son's beautiful body lying there still and quiet. I imagined for just a brief moment that I had fucked him to death. I shook my head and stepped off the bed. I stroked his ass softly and ran my hand down his leg. I was like a zombie at this point. Numb. It was like I was watching everything from outside my own body. I gathered up all the clothes. Picked up the bottle of poppers. Put them on his nightstand. I walk through the house to the laundry room and started the laundry. Then I went to my bedroom and stepped into my shower. I cleaned myself for I don't know how long. Next thing I knew I was in bed and it took like two seconds for me to fall asleep. To become unconscious. Hours later I woke and had to take a piss. As I came to consciousness I realized that my son was in bed with me. He was curled up next to me. His back against my chest. I slipped quietly out of the bed and went to the bathroom and did my business. When I came back, i slipped back behind him. Reach my arm over and pulled him close. He snuggled in and we fell asleep. I was awakened again about 1 the next afternoon. My phone was vibrating on this table next to the bed. I slipped out quietly and picked up the phone. It was the hospice it was time. I woke my son I told him we had to go. We both dressed quietly separately. On the way to the hospice my son reached over and took my hand. "Dad" he whispered. I turned and looked at him and said "I'm really sorry son..." He said don't be. "That was the most amazing, hottest thing that ever happened to me. You don't know this, but I've been fucking around since I was 13. It's okay. I don't think I'd ever do that again. But it was an absolutely amazing thing that we did. I'm hard now just thinking about it." I reached over and pulled his head over toward me and kissed him on the top of the head, a sweet paternal kiss. "I love you son" I said. "I love you too Dad" he responded. We drove the rest of the way in silence. We both knew we would talk about this at length later. it was the next day before we even got home again. We were both exhausted. My younger son and in-laws had shown up. My wife had passed. My younger son went home with the in-laws. My older son and I got home and ate in silence. And then went to bed... Together.

I like him because he is crass, I like him because he is brash, I like him because he is fearless. I like him because he is not a lawyer & even more, I like him because he is not a politician. I like him because he is causing millions of the proletariat to wake up & rise up. I like him because the Bourgeoisie & the Deep State are terrified of him. I like him because he realized that Washington & the whole federal government are so broken & so corrupt that the whole operation needs to be flushed down the toilet. I like him because he is a nationalist & because he has stated that the socialists/marxists/liberals/democrats/"progressives" will never turn the USA into a socialist hellhole.

Part 7 We drove in silence and I looked out the window. The past hour had been a whirlwind. After my friend dropped the bomb that he was leaving me to my own devices, I had been surprised and unsure of what was next. He assured me that he felt terrible and wanted to have more of me, but couldn't lose another job because of this. He wen't back inside to say his goodbye's. I pulled out my phone to look for an Uber. "Leaving so soon?" Timothy asked. "I'm not sure what to do." I said, genuine uncertainty creeping into my voice. "Welll..." he started, almost timidly. "Would you like to get out of here... with me?" I looked up to him from my phone and regarded him for a long moment, a big smile then broke out on my face which cause the same on his face. "Yes, yes I'd like that a lot" My friend returned, said goodbye to Tim and then apologetically made his goodbyes to me. He kissed me deep and said "You are so hot and I loved introducing you to this, we WILL see each other again. Ill call you when I'm out of work and see where you are and If your still partying. You got an Uber?" "I got a ride, yes." I said catching Timothy's eye. "Okay then. Here's a little something to make up for my leaving you. Just a little T. enjoy it" Then he was gone we watched him go. I chuckled realizing I never did get his name. We sat back down for ten minutes or so casually chatting and getting to know one another. He was a nice guy. A teacher, late 30's. A dry wit. Seemed to have great friends and family. He lived a town away from me in the suburbs. He said he didn't do this much. He seemed in control of his use. He was a lot like me. A normal guy with a secret dirty side. I felt so connected to him. My friend had been way more intense and used frequently, it scared me a little. I couldn't become that... But Timothy. It seemed like a course I could follow. Have a secret life but keep my normal one as well. "I want to feel your naked body against mine so bad. Are you ready to leave?" He asked me. We made our way through the house, nodding goodbye's along the way and made our way to his car. _ - _ - _ As we drove I realized, I had no clue where we were going ans asked him. "Is my place okay?" "Yeah. Perfect. I'll be closer to home then. Less money for a car after." "Don't be ridiculous. I'll drive you home" I smiled. I don't know what it was about this guy but he made me feel safe. We walked into his place at 11p on the dot. It was warm and modern. a compact 1 bedroom in a condo building. The kitchen was open to the living room and the bathroom and bedroom were set back. We had a quick something to eat as we talked and both downed some water. We talked and laughed. If this were a "normal" date, I would have been interested. The fact that this was so much more, I was very interested. He suggested I hop in the shower and said he'd lay something out for me to wear, I could put it on while he showered. Before I went into the bathroom, he handed me two vitamins and a viagra. I chuckled and swallowed them down with water as he told me it was important to keep up my strength when partying. I showered and let the whole day fill my thoughts. How was it only 11p? I was exhausted. After, I dried off and wrapped a towel around me and went to the bedroom. I put my clothes in a neat pile with the little bag I'd brought from home. Timothy came and kissed me. "You look sexy, I left an outfit from my collection on the bed. It should fit, we're pretty comparable. I also took the liberty of prepping a drink for you. There's G in it." He then took his drink and went into the bathroom. I put on the jockstrap he'd left for me. It was cobalt blue. There was a huge full size mirror against the wall and I looked into it assessing how I looked while I started to sip my drink. It looked well on me. Timothy returned in just a yellow jockstrap. Wow, he was gorgeous. His body was tight without being overly muscular. His package seemed large and inviting. By this time we were both nearly done with our drinks. We raise our glasses, finishing it off. "You smoke?" He asked pulling out a pipe he had prepared from his dresser shelf. We passed the pipe sitting in two arm chairs in a window nook of his bedroom, enjoying it for several minutes. I could feel myself loosening even more with every exhale of white smoke, unsure weather it was the T, the G or both combining in a happy marriage. When the pipe was spent we made out. The passion grew with every second and we both were growing hard in our jockstraps. "Would you be interested in these?" he asked after he pulled apart from me and opened a draw pulling out two points. "Yeah...absolutely" I said We went back out to the kitchen to prepare them. I sat at the island and he stood by it's counter. "Do you know how to do this?" I shook my head and he nodded. He then walked me through how to build a point. I was grateful that he was being so instructional. He made ours of equal size, telling me it was .3 then we retreated to the foot of the bed and sat. he tied off both our arms. "I'm going to get you started, then do me. When I say go all you'll have to do is empty it into your arm, okay?" I nodded. and watched as he got to work. He got the needle in me effortlessly and pulled back as it registered. I then watched him do the same to himself. It was so hot. as he registered he looked me in the eye and said "Now. We both looked down and emptied the mix into our veins. We both extracted the needles, capped them and put them down. We next untied out tourniquets and then looked to each other waiting for the rush to hit. End Part 7

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9. Aiden "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," I said, whispering it into Jay's ear. He turned to me and smiled. The innocence of his smile belied his position; the boy was bent over, with a muscular man burying his manhood in the boy's hole. Unbeknownst to the boy, that fur-covered man was infected with HIV and it was far too late for Jay to protect himself. Of course, every boy I found attracted attention from a certain circle of collectors. There were always men who appreciated the special pleasures of a first edition. Jay smiled again. His smile was amazing. Even a hardened pimp like me could see that Jay's smile was what set him apart. He wasn't just the latest sequel in an increasingly tired story line. His smile made him something unique and special. Men were going to want to make him their own for more than just a few hours and those men were going to be happy to pay for that pleasure. "It feels so good," Jay said. Between the distant, far-off stare in his eyes and his soft, flaccid cock, I had been pretty sure that Tucker and Damon had introduced Jay to the pleasures of crystal. "So wet," he continued, his words slurring a bit. His voice confirmed my suspicions. He had partied. It was a perfect set-up for me. I would get to voice my disapproval before giving into his pleas to join him in the party. "Oh FUCK," Alex grunted, as he pushed himself back into Jay. There was the final spasm of his body as the last of his balls emptied out into Jay's hole. Alex gasped for air as Jay pressed up against the hairy man. Jay's metamorphosis into a cum-crazed, drug-fueled slut was well on its way. I had started it, now it was my responsibility to take him all the way. "Fuck," Alex moaned again. Alex leaned in. "That was fucking amazing. We gotta play some more." He winked at me. "Aiden has my number." Rod had paid handsomely for his privileges, but that didn't mean that other men wouldn't be able to enjoy the pleasures of breeding Jay. Besides, Alex had chosen to medicate his disease; unlike some of the men at the party, his semen was harmless. "I'll make sure you two connect," I said. I wasn't sure if the two men heard me. Alex had pulled out and spun Jay around. The men were kissing deeply as the savored the afterglow of the orgasm. "Connection," Jay murmured. I could see him struggling to put together sentences as the drugs hit him hard. It was the perfect time to pull him deeper into my world. "Yeah," I said. "Connection. That's good." "It is," Alex said. He pushed Jay towards me. The young man wrapped his arms around me. His body was hot and sweaty against my skin. I felt his heart pounding. "Aiden's a good guy," he said. "Make sure he calls me," he said to me. "Of course," I said. I pulled Jay closer to me. "Having fun?" I asked him, as Alex disappeared into the crowd of men. "Yeah," he said. I leaned in and kissed him. He barely struggled as my tongue pressed into his mouth. I could taste the bitter remnants of the crystal plus the salty hints of pre-cum. It was hard to believe that Jay had never even kissed a man, much less one fuck him. But if he was to be believed, this was all new to him. "I want to fuck you," I said. The boy's reaction was immediate and predictable. His hand reached down for my crotch and found my cock straining against my underwear. "Damn," he said, as he ran his hand over my bulge. "I want," he started, but then couldn't get out the rest of the sentence. I let him off easy and kissed him again. "I want you to fuck me," he finally managed to say. I reached down and guided his hand into my underwear. His fingers brushed against my cockhead. "You like this, don't you?" I asked. He nodded and wrapped his hand around my shaft. "You like getting fucked, don't you?" Jay continued to nod. He was still holding onto my erection. "Yeah," he said. "I do." He smiled again, and it was hard not to slide my dick into his wet, sloppy hole right then. "You want to fuck me?" he asked. "Now?" He had pulled it together enough to ask the only questions that mattered to him. I wanted to pound him hard and load him up with my strain of the virus. But the night was young and before the sun rose the young man's hole would still be able to make me some money. "I was thinking," I said. The boy's face fell. He wanted dick. Any dick. My dick. "After this," I said. He perked up a bit. "Maybe we can go back to my place. Just you and me. And just spend some time together." He was smiling now. That was the pleasure of a boy like him. Exploring being a bottom and tweaked out on crystal, he couldn't contain his desires or control his actions. "Would you like that?" "Yeah," he said, blushing. "I would. I'd like it a lot. I like you" I shouldn't have worried about turning Jay. He was a natural crystal whore. "I like you too," I lied, even as I kissed him again. He would learn soon enough that as much as I liked him, I liked the drugs and money his ass could bring even more. "There's one more old friend here. I want you to meet him," I said. "I'd like that. And I'm looking forward to after. With you." "Me too," I said. I was looking forward to the few hours we would get to spend together. But his reasons were not my reasons, and my reasons were the ones Jay needed to be afraid of. My cock twitched in anticipation, in anticipation of being part of the destruction of his innocence. We kissed once more, but I broke it off. "Come on. One more friend. I know you're going to like him." "Ok," Jay said. Any delay before his next dick was more than he wanted. Even if we didn't find Doug immediately, the chances were high that any interruption was going to satiate Jay's cravings. "Is everyone here hot?" Jay asked, as we navigated through the mass of men. Some were just talking, but more were making out, sucking, or fucking. I doubt Jay noticed, but there was not a single condom in evidence. "Hey," someone said from alongside me. I recognized the voice and when I turned, I saw Dennis. Officially, he worked at the bath house nearby, but unofficially, he was one of my steady and reliable sources for party favors. Given the time, he must have come straight from the bath house. I looked him over. He was just the kind of interruption that Jay needed. Dennis had on a pair of tennis shoes and a leather band around his left wrist. His cheeks looked a little more sunken than I remembered, his body looked a little more wasted than before. However, one thing hadn't changed; his thick cut cock was just as big as ever. It was hard to tell if the decline was due to his virus or his drug habit. Either way, he was just the kind of new friend Jay needed to meet. "Dennis," I said. "Wow. Great to run into you." "Yeah," he said. He looked over to Jay and looked him up and down. "New acquisition?" he asked. "Dennis, this is Jay. Met him at a club tonight, and thought he'd enjoy the party here." Not that it was needed, but I put an emphasis on "party." "Hi," Dennis said, reaching out for Jay. Jay was momentarily stunned, unable to take his eyes off of Dennis's thick manhood. Even before the boy could react, Dennis had pulled Jay to him. "Having a good time tonight?" he asked Jay. "Yeah," Jay said, then let Dennis press his lips against Jay's mouth. The two kissed. Dennis wrapped his hands around Jay's torso and sought out the boy's butt cheeks. "A lot of fun," Jay managed to say, before Dennis started to rub the boy's cheek, reducing the young man to soft moans of pleasure. "You want something up there?" Dennis asked. Jay could only nod. "You want to get my dick up there?" Jay nodded again. Dennis looked at me. "He free?" "All yours," I said. I wasn't going to make any money off of this encounter, but it would be worth it. The next teener from Dennis would likely be suspiciously large. Not to mention Dennis had stopped taking meds nearly six months ago. He has explained he didn't want to be putting too many chemicals in his body and he wasn't going to give up his party favors. I didn't care for the reasons. All it meant was that Dennis would give Jay his first injection of high viral load semen. "Can I cum in you?" Dennis whispered into Jay's ear. I was close enough to hear it. He looked up at me. He wanted permission to do what he wanted to do. "You want it, don't you?" I whispered. "You want his cum, don't you?" Jay nodded. "Tell him. Let him know what you want." "Yeah," Jay finally said. "Please. Cum in me." Dennis smiled, and spun Jay around. "You ready?" Dennis asked. "Lubed and ready?" "He is," I said. I didn't bother with asking Jay; I didn't care about his answer. Dennis would be the fourth guy to fuck him tonight. Jay already had four loads up there not to mention all of the pre-cum. The accumulated fluids would be enough for Dennis and his thick Latino cock. It would have to be enough for Dennis. Dennis hadn't bothered waiting for my response. He had already lined his cock up with Jay's hole. As soon as I gave him permission he pushed his shaft into the boy. "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. His tone was a combination of pain and pleasure; he was more than willing to endure the pain for the obvious pleasure. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again, as more of Dennis's cock disappeared into Jay's tight hole. "Feel good?" I asked, directing my question to Dennis. "Hell yeah. So tight. And so fucking wet, too" He grabbed Jay's hips, and pulled the boy all the way down on his dick. "Needed a slut like this." "He's yours to use." "He ready for a full-blown fuck?" Dennis asked. Jay wouldn't know the significance of the phrase, but I did. Full-blown AIDS. It was no wonder that Dennis looked worse for the wear; between the damage his virus was doing and the heavy toll the illegal drugs took, his body was struggling to stay healthy. "Full-blown?" I asked. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Full-blown. Found out a few weeks ago." "Damn." I turned to Jay; he was bent over, legs slightly spread, giving Dennis the best access to his unprotected hole. My dick twitched, thinking about Dennis's cock dripping his AIDS-infected pre-cum into the hapless young man. I was not going to tell Rod what had happened; Rod had paid well for the pleasure of infecting Jay, and I wasn't going to be a buzzkill. "What are you doing?" "Enjoying every second of it," Dennis said. "Sharing my gift." I leaned in to Jay. His face was agonizing pleasure. He knew he was getting fucked. He knew he was getting pushed to his absolute limits. But he knew he was powerless to stop it, powerless against his animal instincts to get fucked. "You want Dennis's gift?" He nodded vigorously, blissfully unaware of what he was agreeing too. "You want a full-blown fuck?" Jay nodded again. His fate had been sealed hours earlier, completely without his permission. "So big. So hard," he grunted, as Dennis shoved his cock in and out of his hole. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Fuck me hard." "Good boy," I said, and stroked his curly hair. I kissed him, this time allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. He was vulnerable and weak, and I was going to take full advantage. "You're going to let Dennis cum in you, aren't you? Let him give you his gift?" "Please," he nodded. "Cum in me. Give me your gift." He had no idea what he was saying. He was just parroting back what I had said. But it was enough. I kissed Jay once more. I was sad that in his very first night with me, his innocence and purity was going to be so utterly destroyed. But there was money to made in that destruction, and I was not going to let it go waste. "Make me proud," I said, before standing back up. "Give him his first full-blown breeding," I told Dennis. "Fuck yeah," Dennis said. The full length of his Latin dick disappeared into Jay. Deep inside of the boy's body, Dennis's engorged dickhead had begun to drip a thick, dirty fluid into Jay's unprotected body. Correctly used, the fluid was designed to ease the process of impregnating a woman. But tonight, this was a fluid made for infecting a man. It would lubricate Dennis's thrusts into Jay's body and already had more than enough virus to forever change Jay. "Does he know?" Dennis asked. "No. Hasn't even asked," I said. Jay didn't seem like he was all that stupid; the club where we had met was a hang-out for college kids. If he wasn't stupid, that left only two other options; he was either naive or high. Or, most likely, both. There would be time later to remind him about his weaknesses and mistakes. By then, it would be too late to make any difference at all. The futility of his rage would make the moment all the sweeter. "My kind of twisted pig," Dennis said. His cock disappeared back into Jay's hole, where the Latino's poisonous pre-cum could best do its treacherous work. Of course, every man who had cum in Jay: Rod, Damon, Alex, and now Dennis had delivered a toxic payload. That Dennis was so much further along than any of the others made the fuck so exciting to watch. "I'm sure you guys can find time to play more," I said. I didn't want to deny Dennis his pleasures, especially with the unique load he was going to deposit it Jay. But, I was eager to give Jay my own load. It was the best perk of my job; there was always a selection of fine young men to breed. "You want Dennis's load," I asked, turning my attention back to Jay. His eyes were glazed over, and he struggled to even focus on me. "Yeah," he mumbled, "Cum in me," he continued. His words short and clipped and he struggled to form even a simple sentence. "Fill me with your seed." Dennis pulled me back up and gave me a quick kiss. "Fucking sweet hole your boy has. Wanna seed that tight, unprotected hole." I put my finger to my lips, reminding him to be discreet about his desires. "Oh damn," Dennis grunted. "Stealthing a boy," he whispered, "Fucking stealthing the college boy." He pulled almost all the way out. His cock was slick with ass juice and dick snot, but before I could appreciate it properly, Dennis pushed it back into Jay. "Take my load," he grunted, as the familiar spasms of orgasm wracked his body. "Take my fucking load." He took one hand off Jay's waist and wrapped it around me. Although he acted the tough Latin top, my dick had found its way into his muscular hole more than once. His kiss was not unexpected, and I let him explore my mouth. "Breeding your tasty new neg boy," he whispered into my ear. "Blasting him full of my poz cum," he whispered, just barely loud enough for me to ear. Even though I had already made plans for my own toxic seed to be injected into Jay's hole, I was still jealous of Dennis. He had gotten there first and with semen even more AIDS-ridden than mine. But as Dennis pressed his tongue back into my throat, I realized that there was no need for jealousy. All three of us were getting off on the experience. "Fucking give it to me," Jay moaned, as the warmth of the semen spread through his body. "Fill me, fill me" he continued. "Fill me," he repeated several times. "Charging him up," Dennis grunted. Even in the middle of orgasm, he had the presence of mind to not say it too loudly. My own dick was straining against my white underwear, a wet spot growing on the left from the steady drip-drip of pre-cum. I needed to get inside of the boy soon. I wasn't sure if I could even wait for the last man of the night to have his way with Jay. "Fill him up for me," I replied to Dennis. Jay was going to be even better if he was dripping by the time we left the party. Besides being the perfect lube for fucking, the semen would make it easier for last shard of crystal to dissolve in his ass. "Fuck," Dennis said. "I needed that." He began to pull out, taking his time to work his load into Jay's unprotected hole, and ensure that every drop stayed inside the young man. "We gotta do this some more," Dennis continued, as he pulled Jay back up. He pulled all three of us into an embrace which devolved into a three-way kiss. "My balls are drained," he said. "Into my hole," Jay said. "Drained into my ass." "Yeah," Dennis said. He reached down into his socks and pulled out a business card. He handed it to Jay. "I work six to midnight, Wednesday through Saturday. Come by. I'll make sure it's a party." It was a free pass to the bath house. I took it from Jay and tucked it into the waistband of my underwear. "I can carry it for you." "And one for you," Dennis said, handing me as well. Between Dennis and my boys, I hadn't paid admission in ages. But the card was useful; it almost always got me an extra gram or two of favors. Dennis gave Jay one last lingering kiss. "I want to see you soon," he whispered into Jay's ear, before gently pushing him to me. Even before I could say good-bye, Dennis disappeared into the crowd. It would be only a few minutes before he would be in heat again and shortly after that, another poor boy would get his ass filled with pozcum. "My hole is dripping," Jay said, as he wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hands seek out first his ass cheeks, then his crack and finally his fresh young hole. He was right. There were a few drops of cum leaking out of him. "It happens," I whispered into his ear, as my finger ran around the edge. "It's a reminder of all the men who have been inside you." He rubbed up against my bulge. "I want you inside me," he said. "I want your cum too." "Come on," I said. There was still one more old friend I wanted Jay to meet. Doug had thick salt-and-pepper chest hair, that lead down to a good-sized dick that remained dangerously hard all-night long. He had come out in his forties, pozzed out a few months later, and had been sharing his gift ever since. "One more guy for you to meet." "I just want to play with you," Jay whispered in my ear as we threaded our way through the crowd of men. "Me too," I said. "But soon enough," I continued. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of grey under a light. Even with just the glance I knew it was Doug. "This way. You gonna let him fuck you?" I asked Jay. "Yeah," Jay said. "I am. I'm gonna let him fuck me good." The bluntness was the crystal talking. I was going to have to re-stock before we left; I wanted him totally acclimated to the party and play experience. I pulled Jay close, and we kissed. As we made out, a familiar figure came out of the crowd and pressed up against Jay. "Jay," I whispered into his ear. "Meet Doug." "Hi Doug," Jay murmured. He leaned his head back, and the two men kissed, before I helped Jay turn around. "Nice," Jay said, before he leaned into Allen and kissed him again. The two men were closely matched in height, the younger one a bit taller. "You're a sexy one," Doug said. His hands were already grabbing Jay's ass and I was not surprised to see his fingers disappear into Jay's crack. From the gentle moan that emerged from Jay, Doug had managed to find the boy's hole. "And a hungry one," he continued, winking at me. "Why don't you get to know Doug a bit better," I told Jay. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. "Get his dick wet for him." Doug's cock was already semi-hard; it would take only a bit of attention from Jay before Doug would be sporting his infamous titanium-stiff fuck rod. "Yes, Sir," Jay said, and started to lean in. "Wait," Doug said, and reached down. He carefully removed Jay's glasses, folded them up, and handed them to me. "Don't want to get them dirty," he continued, before guiding Jay's head onto his dick. "And I want to see those beautiful green eyes of yours." Jay greedily swallowed Doug's cock. Just semi-soft, it went easily into Jay's mouth, as the boy looked up at the older man adoringly. The men may had wanted the orgasmic relief that Jay had brought them, but it was clear from Jay's desire that the boy needed their cum far more. "Oh fuck," Doug moaned. He ran his hand through Jay's curly hair, gently pulling the boy further down on his cock. "That feels so good." "Can he take it all?" Doug continued, looking back at me. "You won't know until you try him, will you?" I said. Eventually, Jay needed to be able to take Doug's cock without a second thought. The more practice he got, the sooner that day would come. "This I'm gonna enjoy watching." "Almost as much as you're going to enjoy face-fucking him?" I asked. I had seen Doug destroy a boy's throat several times. I wondered if he was in his mood again tonight. "Almost," he said. He turned his attention back to Jay. "Ready?" he asked Jay. His tone made it clear that there was only one answer. Jay nodded, not taking his eyes off of Doug's body. "Right on," Doug said, and grabbed Jay's skull between his two hands. He held Jay in place effortlessly. The two might have been just about the same size, but Jay had submitted entirely to Doug's mature masculinity. "All the way in," Doug said, and pushed his dick into the young man. "Ooomph," Jay grunted as Doug's shaft hit the back of his throat. His eyes bulged slightly, not yet expected the full-bore assault on his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting to keep his body's natural reactions under control. When he opened his eyes again, there was still the terror of gagging, but with the steely resolve of a born cock-sucker questing for his true sustenance. "All the way," Doug said, smiling, as he pushed another inch of his cock into Jay's throat. "Make me feel good," he said. Jay was struggling under the assault, but correctly, all of his efforts were in the service of making Doug's cock feel good. "Oh damn, that's nice. So wet. So warm." Doug leaned back against me with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the pleasure of the blow job. "He's a champ," he muttered, just enjoying the masculine pleasure of getting sucked off. "Not even gagging on my dick." I looked down. His cock was a solid rod now, rigid and unyielding, despite the turns Jay's throat demanded of it. "Oh, hell yeah," he grunted, as the last inch disappeared into the young man's mouth. "Mmmmph," Jay grunted, as he forced himself to get used to the thick shaft filling up his throat and blocking his breathing. "That's it," Doug said, turning his gaze back to Jay. "Show my dick some mouth-love. Massage my dick head with your throat and make me drip right into your gut." Jay gulped, swallowed, but remained focused on Doug's cock. "Damn, you haven't even gagged. Now, I want to fuck you." He pulled his cock out, leaving just the head in Jay's mouth. His shaft was glossy with Jay's spit; it would be enough to lubricate it when Doug slammed it into the boy's hole. "You wanna get fucked, boy?" he asked. "Fuck me?" Jay replied, his mouth still full of Doug's dick. He was still staring at Doug, as if the slightest blink would mean that the hairy daddy and his hard cock would just disappear from in front of him. "We don't have to do it, if you don't want to." Doug was not one to pass up a tight young piece of ass. Especially one that was rumored to be HIV-negative. "But," he began, as he stroked the young man's cheek, his thumb running over the light stubble. "But, it would be so nice to share that with you. Really get to know you." He smiled at Jay. "Your choice," he finished. "Please?" Jay replied. "Fuck me? Give me your load?" I doubted that Jay had even processed what Doug had said. The pent-up desire from so many years not getting what he needed was all that he could think about. "Fuck me, please, Doug." "That's what I want to hear from my boy. Fucking eager to get his ass pounded." Doug pulled his dick all the way out of Jay's mouth and pulled the boy back up. "Turn around and show me that ass." Jay did as he was told. We had all gotten used to the dim light, yet Jay's ass seemed almost to glow, it was so white and perfect. He bent over, and spread his ass cheeks apart, offering up his tender and abused hole. "Fuck," Doug grunted, as he spit on his dick. "That's an ass I could fuck all weekend." "That's always an option," I said. Doug was more than good for it, and his infected sperm would find Jay's ass a very fertile ground to flourish and grow. "I know Jay will be very appreciative of any gifts you could give him." "Ohhh, damn," Doug moaned. He pressed his raw cock into Jay. Jay's hole opened up easily and allowed the older man's hard shaft to penetrate into the boy's guts. "Ohhh, damn. That's even better than your throat." "Fuck, daddy. Your cock. It's so hard." Jay wasn't thinking; he just instinctively called Doug "Daddy." Not that it mattered. Doug had fucked his way into the Daddy Hall of Fame years ago. "Yeah boy. You're going to take my dick. Take my cum." "Please, Doug. Fuck me." Jay was pressing his ass up against Doug's groin, taking every inch of Doug's cock and fucking himself deep and hard as the older man stood there. "Give me your load." "How many have fucked him already?" Doug asked me. I had to think a minute. "Four guys," I said, counting in my head; there had been Rod, Damon, Alex, and Dennis before Doug. "And five loads." "Charged up?" "All of them," I said. "But he doesn't know." "Fuck, that's hot," Doug said. "Fucking hot." He grabbed Jay's waist and held him in place as he forced his dick deep into the boy. "Fucking breeding him." "Charging him up," I whispered into Doug's ear. It was the depths of the night, when time slowed down and what little decorum we had started with disappeared. It was time to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and all of the dirty, sleazy fantasies that could come true. "Infecting him," I continued. "Damn, Aiden," Doug murmured. "I'm gonna fucking breed his hole." "Please, Doug," Jay said. "Cum in me." "Breed him," I said. Just for Doug to hear, I continued. "Fill him up with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Doug said. "Getting close," he grunted, and slammed his cock deep into Jay. "Fucking on edge here," he continued, his breath shallow and fast as he stood at the edge of orgasm. "Give it to me," Jay said. Any doubt in Doug's mind about Jay's needs were erased with that statement. "Fucking load me up." I wondered if Jay had any idea what a dangerous game he was playing. So much of what he said was coded language for bug-chasing and pozzing. But he was so helplessly naive that it was hard to believe it was anything other than him parroting back what he heard the men around him saying. "Oh, hell yeah," Doug mumbled, as his body shook with the spasms of orgasm. "Fucking take my hot load," he grunted. His hips bucked and forced his dick deep into Jay's body and his cock unloaded its deadly payload deep into the young man. "Take it all!" "God, that feels good," Jay said, as Doug forced his dick into the boy. "Fill me up." "Give him what he needs," I said. This time, it was loud enough for Jay to hear. All three of us knew that Jay needed sperm; only two of us knew the deadly extra that the boy was getting. "Give it to him deep." "Oh, hell yeah," Doug said. "This is only the first load," he continued. He slammed his cock in and held it. "Fucking sweet ass." "You gonna fill me up again?" Jay asked. Even listening to him closely, I couldn't tell if he was excited or scared by the prospect of a second load in such quick succession. "Hell yeah, boy. I've got another hot load for you. You think you can take it?" "I want to," Jay replied, not quite answering Doug's question. It didn't matter. Doug was going to seed the boy regardless of Jay's desires, and I was more than happy to hold Jay in place while Doug took his time fucking his poz load into the boy. I switched positions, from behind Doug to facing Jay. He was smiling, but it was that distant, desperate smile of a tweaker. He didn't care who fucked him, or how hard he was fucked, as long as he got a load of cum at the end. "Fuck yeah," Doug said. Over Jay's shoulder I saw him wink at me. Jay's ass had been lubed up by his poz load, and it was now time for Doug to properly enjoy his newest boy. "Gonna work that load into you." "Do what you need," I said. I looked right at Jay. "I know he can take it." Jay's eyes locked on mine; he was simultaneously excited and terrified at the possibility. He had realized exactly what he had signed up for and wasn't yet sure if he could follow through. "He's made me proud all night." I was not going to make this any easier for him; seeing him at the very limits of his sexual endurance only made my dick drip even more of my own toxic miasma of virus, semen, and sperm.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 9 Three more guys lined up and one by one they fired their seed into my used cunt. They called me slut, whore, and pig while pounding my used ass. Each time they degraded me, filled my ass, then turned and walked away my burning desire to be even more of a cum whore grew stronger. Several guys bent Zak over and filled him with their cum. One guy stuck around and fucked Zak twice bringing his load count to 6. I now had a gooey mixture of 10 loads of cum in my gut with one being a known charged load, and I only craved more. . I could no longer contain the quantity of cock juice mixed together in my ass. The last guy pulled his cock from my gaping hole. A glob of cum followed his dismount and splotched on the floor then dripped from my cunt lips. The feeling of all that hot seed running down my ass made my cock throb in excitement. I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder but then HE appeared in the doorway. It was the AIDS daddy. One look at his wasted body and my engorged cock boned up even more. The corners of his mouth curled up displaying an evil grin. “Well, surprise, surprise. So you’re the pig taking ALL loads. I told you I’d be back, boy. Ready to get started?!!” Still standing in the doorway he dropped his towel. I glanced at Zak’s reaction to the sight of the AIDS daddy’s monster, uncut cock hanging down and swaying slightly from side to side. Zak’s cock quickly began to lengthen and stiffen. The AIDS daddy’s foreskin hugged the head of his cock, exposing just the tip of his glans beyond its edges. “You want my dirty seed, pig boy?” I was mesmerized by the site of this beautifully wasted stud. My cock again pulsed fully erect. “Fuck, yes I want it.” “Are you sure, boy?” “Yes.” “Be careful what you wish for, boy. You may get more than what you bargained for.” The AIDS daddy stepped toward the back of the sling with my gaping cunt on display. I could tell the thought of shooting his seed in my cum-sloppy hole turned him on probably as much as it did me. His shaft was already almost fully erect and dripping charged precum. He took one look at my wet, sloppy hole and said, “Fucking hot!!” His cock stood at full attention in an instant and jumped, throbbed, and stiffened several times. A greenish yellow discharged oozed from his venomous piss hole. He groaned, and it was obvious this wasn’t just pleasure. It was a groan with underlying pain. My cock also twitched. I stared at his glans as the discharge oozed down the head of his infected beast. I looked directly into his eyes, and they were now gazing into mine. The sly expression on his face told me he knew I realized I’d be getting more than his AIDS laced semen. The AIDS daddy gave me no chance to say a word. He lined up his toxic gono cock and plowed into my sloppy cunt like a venomous cobra ready to strike. Zak knelt on the floor leaning back on his heels with his rock hard shaft standing straight in the air. I don’t think he realized that the AIDS daddy wasn’t just giving me his toxic load of cum. Zak watched the AIDS daddy thrust into my cunt. Zak continued to stroke his engorged meat and worked his fingers into his cum-filled hole. Zak was already dancing on the edge of shooting his poz load but backed off holding his cock still with a tight grip at the base. His cock pulsed and throbbed as a small trickle of precum and cum leaked from his piss hole and dripped from his PA ring. “Fuck yes,” I blurted out with no hesitation!! “Fucking infect me.” “You want my AIDS, don’t you, boy!!? I’m full blown, pig.” “Fuck yes….I need your DNA in me.” The AIDS daddy thrust in me hard. He again groaned with pain telling me he was spewing more gono from his diseased shaft. I was becoming a true whore….a vessel of diseases and loved every minute of it. Zak approached me and buried his tongue down my throat. He made out with me while the AIDS daddy plowed into my hungry cunt. As he repeatedly bottomed out in my guts, cum gushed from around his infected meat, and dripped from his balls forming a puddle on the floor at his feet. A small crowd of guys formed in the doorway of the sling room. Some stroked their cocks, and some just watched massaging their half hard dicks through their towels. While Zak was bent over making out with me a good-looking middle aged guy dropped his towel revealing a beautiful 8-9 inch veiny, hard cock. He approached Zak and rubbed the head of his shaft between Zak’s ass cheeks. He ground his cock against his hole a few times, then spit on his shaft and plowed into Zak’s used cunt. The AIDS daddy continued to slam his shaft into me while the middle aged guy rammed his cock full force into Zak’s gut. “Oh fuck, you pigs are such a turn on!!......fuck!! I won’t last long,” came from the middle aged guy. After a good five minutes thrusting into Zak the middle aged guy fired his load into Zak’s cunt, cracked him on the ass and pulled out. “Thanks you fucking pig,” he said, then grabbed his towel and disappeared into the crowd of guys at the doorway. Zak just grinned then continued to make out with me like a proud cum dump. AIDS daddy plowed on. “Oh my fucking God!! Your ass is so fucking hot. I love fucking a cum-filled slut. I know you want my AIDS you whore. You want all my diseases, don’t you, pig?” Hearing those words Zak immediately pulled his tongue from my mouth and looked at the AIDS daddy. He leaned against the wall with his hands wrapped around his pole and stroked his rock hard meat. “Fuck yes…..infect my boyfriend with your AIDS.” “You’ll get my AIDS babies pig along with a little bonus gift.” My cock stiffened, and I nodded my head in agreement, “Fucking hot!! Give me all your diseases.” “You got it pig. I’ve been spewing my gono in your cunt all along. You want all of it, don’t you pig? I’m going to give you my AIDS and my gono. You’re going to have one fucking hot diseased cunt, boy.” “Oh fuck,” Zak burst out as he edged his hard shaft. “What a turn on, babe.” My demons were growing stronger in me…..my desires growing more and more taboo. I was probably already infected with gono, and now about to add AIDS to the mix from this hot, wasted, full blown AIDS daddy. Would his AIDS mutate with my strain? My body was still stressed from my recent conversion. He got off on infecting guys and spreading his diseases. I wanted to be one of those guys. I wanted his gono, his AIDS, hoping it would mutate with my virus. I wanted my strain more resistant, more potent. I couldn’t deny it. It turned me on so much. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me. Give it all to me.” “Fuck, pig…..so fucking hot to share this with you, make you a diseased vessel like me.” Zak’s body glistened with sweat, his beard slick and wet. His hand was wrapped around his fully engorged meat, stroking slow, holding himself at the edge denying his balls release. The AIDS daddy was on a mission. He plowed into my cunt harder and harder determined to work his AIDS and gono into my system. He growled and groaned. I could tell he was again oozing his thick gono discharge into my hole. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” His muscles flexed tightening his grip on the sling chains. Beads of sweat ran down his body. His head swung back. His thrusts drove into me faster. He was on the verge of unloading his infected ball juice. He plunged into my gut three more times then buried his dick deep in my gut. “Fuck, you’re getting my AIDS fucker…..right now.” He let out a long, loud groan, and his shaft began to pulse over and over. With each wave of muscle contractions down his shaft I felt huge globs of AIDS laced cum and gono discharge hit my intestine walls. “Feel my infected babies in your cunt, boy? I haven’t unloaded in a week. Your ass is filled good with my AIDS and gono.” I was so boned up I felt my cock could erupt without even touch myself. Zak continued to edge his throbbing shaft preventing his balls from firing off their seed while holding the cum he acquired in his cunt. The AIDS daddy glided his shaft through the goop in my hole. With his cock still half erect he pulled it out of my cunt. It was coated with cum that dripped from his glans. A thick greenish glob oozed from his piss hole. He grasped his wet pole and worked more gono from the mouth of his shaft then slid his cock back into my gaping hole. “You need every drop of my diseases, pig.” The AIDS daddy again fucked my gaping cunt, working his diseases deeper into my gut. He thrust into me several times before pulling his softening cock from my hole. “Fucking sweet!! Enjoy my AIDS pig. You’ll love being knocked up with my gono too. The pain and discharge are so fucking sweet.” The AIDS daddy stood back from the sling still panting and sweating. I flipped my legs down out of the sling. As I lowered them to the floor I swung myself out of the sling, cum squirted from my gaping hole, still wide open like the legs of a busy prostitute. I was a little unsteady and weak in the knees from being in the sling for so long. The AIDS daddy tried to steady my balance, but I quickly found myself on my knees in front of his beautiful, uncut cock. I looked up at him gazing down at me and reached up to his chest and rubbed my hand across his sweaty, wasted body. The feel of his body made my cock stiffen even more. I longed to have a hot, AIDS wasted body like his. The AIDS daddy grasped my hand and pushed it down to his cock. “Take it in your hand pig and lick it clean, pig!” I grasped the base of his cock and slid my hand down his cum drenched shaft. A glob of gono discharge oozed from his piss hole and slid down his glans to the edge of his foreskin. My tongue met the head of the AIDS daddy’s cock, and I devoured the full length of his meat into my mouth. I sucked the cum and gono down my throat then licked his shaft and ball sack clean. He stood over me and pissed all over me as though he were marking his territory. I looked up at the AIDS daddy’s face then he spit on me. He said, “Thanks pig!!” I knelt on the floor drenched in piss with a major hard on and watched The AIDS daddy’s wasted body as he turned and walked out of the room. I got one last glimpse of his diseased cock dangling between his legs then he was gone. I felt used and slutty and immensely turned on by my dark desires growing inside me. Zak pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me with a caring touch. “That was so fucking hot, babe.” He gently kissed me on the cheek then slid his tongue across my face to my lips. “MMMM… I can taste him on your lips.” Zak held me in his arms and made out with me; long, deeply passionate kisses. His tongue danced with mine in an erotic exchange. My heart pounded in my chest, and my boned cock, firmly pressed against Zak’s biohaz tat, throbbed repeatedly. Zak demanded, “Make love to me, babe. I need you inside me.” Zak led me by the hand to the sling and swung himself into it. I lined my cock up with Zak’s used hole and slid into his cunt oh so slowly. My shaft glided into his cum-filled hole so smoothly. His cunt felt like velvet on every inch of my shaft. Each time I thrust into Zak’s waves of muscle contractions shot down my shaft then to my sloppy cunt, causing it to pucker. The mixture of diseased cum sloshed deeper into my gut with a small squirt of toxins trickling down my balls and legs with each plunge of my poisonous dick into my boyfriend’s hungry cunt. My balls ached for release. I knew it was too soon to infect Zak with my newly acquired gono and AIDS cum, but I knew he wanted them as much as I did. I could feel the mix of cum in his ass gush along my shaft with each thrust into his gut. “Fuck, Zak, I want to share these diseases with you so much.” “You will be, babe. I want them all. I love that we’re both full of cum, babe. It’s so hot sharing this moment with you.” “Fuck, feel my diseased cock in you; buried in your sloppy hole. I want to give you my poz cum.” “Fuck, you’re pushing me over the edge, babe. I’m so close to shooting my load.” “Me too, Zak. I can’t hold back any longer. You want my virus, my gono, don’t you?” “Fuck yes…..I want gono, AIDS, everything with you, babe.” I reached behind and buried two fingers in my sloppy cunt while thrusting into Zak. I pulled my fingers from my hole and smeared my mixture of toxic semen and gono onto Zak’s lips. He licked the seed from his lips before sucking my fingers clean. My balls tighetened and cock throbbed. “Fuck, you’re getting my diseases now. Take my dirty cum.” My cock shot its seed into the pool of cum in my boyfriend’s cunt, spilling juice from his hole before I could even pull out. At the same time Zak’s meat erupted into huge puddles of semen splattered across his abdomen and chest. I pulled my wet cock from Zak’s hole, knelt on the floor, and swirled my tongue around his cunt lips. A small trickle of cum slop oozed from his hole as he tightened his sloppy cunt. I lapped it up like a thirsty dog. It was the perfect ending to one totally slutty night celebrating my conversion. The following morning we met Charles for brunch. Over a round of bloody marys we shared the details of our night at the tubs. He told us of his night fucking a cute little twink in the bathroom at one of the gay bars and planting more of his seed in the guy’s eager hole. Another twink on his way to joining the club, no doubt. After brunch we all met at Zak’s shop for the final declaration of my new poz status. I thought about having my biohazard tattoo carved into my ass, but then quickly realized I wanted to be able to look down at it as I was taking cock and seeding holes. I decided to not have the same location for my tattoo as Zak, so I had him place mine on my right hip. It was final. I was now a marked proud, poz pig. Now I needed to confirm what we already knew, but figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and wait for the gono to kick in before testing for HIV at the clinic. My ink session turned into an erotic, toxic threesome swapping our charged loads with each other. I really liked Charles. He was not only extremely hot, but he was Zak’s daddy, and my brain secretly entertained the idea of Charles joining us in a triad relationship. We spent the afternoon flirting with Charles over cocktails while enjoying the eye candy. I hoped we would be seeing a lot more of him in the coming months. Before I knew it the afternoon was spent, and it was time for me to head home to Milwaukee. I was laid up in bed for a week with the fuck flu so it was time to get back into work mode. I swung open the front door to my home. I kicked my shoes off and picked up my phone to text Zak that I was home. Like clock-work before I could even enter a letter into the text box my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh Isaac, I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom, this is a mobile phone. I could be anywhere and still get the call.” “Oh,….. well are you home? I didn’t hear from you all week. Are you alright?” “Yes I’m home, and yes I’m alright, mom.” “Oh, good. You remember Betty across the street, Isaac?” “Yes mom. I know who Betty is.” (Thinking to myself) We only talk about her every time you call. “Well she’s quite distraught. She tried to set her son up on a date, and he told her to stop doing that because he’s gay. You remember Brian, don’t you?” “Oh no, Tell me you didn’t, mom.” “So I was thinking you’re gay and he’s gay.” “Mom, Oh please tell me you didn’t.” “And you’re single and he’s single…..” “Mom, I’m not single. I told you that.” “So I set you two up on a date.” “Mom!! You didn’t.” “Of course I did. Is it so bad for me to want you to be happy?” “Mom, I told you I’m not unhappy.” “Well you certainly seem unhappy.” “What gives you that idea?” “Well you never bring anyone home.” “That doesn’t mean I’m not happy. I’m not ready for that yet.” “Well, you can at least meet Brian.” “I told you I’m seeing someone.” “Well, then you could introduce him to someone.” (Thinking to myself) Well if he’s chasing I have something to introduce his ass to. “Mom, I’m not playing matchmaker.” “Why not?” “Mom!! You have to stop doing this!!” “Why, there’s no harm done?” “Oh yeah? Remember when you asked my former high school friend, Steve, if he wanted to take your gay son on a date because you saw him wearing a pink shirt and had both ears pierced so you thought he must be gay?” “You act like that was such a terrible mistake. Could have happened to anyone.” “Mom, you outed me to my entire school.” “Well how I was to know? He certainly looked gay.” “I’m not going on a date with him, mom.” “Your date is Friday night.” “Did you even hear a word I just said?” “You can pick him up at 7 at Betty’s.” “Mom, I told you I’m not going on a date with him.” “Now don’t be late, Isaac.” “Mom!! I told you…… “You can thank me later. I love you……click.” “Mom!! You didn’t just hang up on me…..fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!” I text Zak. “I’m home. Fabulous news. My mom called. She doesn’t listen. She knows I’m dating you. She set me up on a date with the neighbor’s son, and I told her no. She told me to thank her later then hung up on me. WTF??!!” “LOL….have fun. What night do you get to knock him up?” “Haha….funny!! Supposed to pick him up Friday night but it ain’t happenin.” “Oh come on…..he might be a cute chaser.” “I’m not knocking up the neighbor’s son.” “LOL….well I think you should go. It could be an interesting night. Besides…..I have tattoo appointments for Friday night. I’ll come to Milwaukee Saturday. You can tell me all about your date.” “Very funny……haha.” “What could it hurt? Take him out….show him the love.” “Fuck me!!” “Ok…..but it will have to wait till Saturday…..LOL.” “See you Saturday. I love you.” “Ditto, babe.” Next chapter ASAP guys.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 8 “A surprise?!! I already have an awesome gift from you.” “You’ll like this surprise. Time to celebrate your conversion.” “Oh, a Friday night fish fry,” I asked with a smirk? Zak chuckled, “No, more like a Friday night fuck fest.” We drove to the south end of Boystown to a bar called Manhandler. As we walked down the sidewalk toward the front door Zak said, “Thought we would start here. We can have a few drinks while cruising the play area out back.” The bar area was small taking only a few bar stools to line its full length. Bareback porn played on several screens scattered throughout the dark room. I quickly sufficed that men didn’t come here for the casual conversation even though the bartender was friendly and personable. We both ordered a beer then Zak led me onto the back patio. Two groups of guys huddled together laughing and puffing on their Marlboro lights. As we strolled through the open patio area toward a fenced in, large covered arbor a few guys broke from their discussions and turned their heads to give us the once over. I made eye contact with a sexy daddy type with a shaved head, and a thick patch of chest hair that curled out from his shirt’s neckline. He glanced from me to Zak, and a huge smile suddenly appeared on his face. He started to walk toward us. He approached Zak and put out his hand. As he shook Zak’s hand he pulled Zak into a big hug and chuckled, “Oh my God, How the hell are you, sexy?” “Doing great. Awesome to see you, Charles.” “I haven’t seen you for months. What have you been up to?” “Well, for starters I have a sexy boyfriend I’d like you to meet.” Zak put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “Zeek, I’d like you meet a good buddy of mine, Charles.” I put out my hand to greet Charles. He shook it then said, “Hell, Zeek…..” He pulled me toward him and gave me a hug. “Pleased to meet you.” As he released me from his bear hug he gave me the once over, “Damn, Zak, you weren’t kidding. He is one hot man.” I blushed but thanked Charles for the compliment like a proper boy. “Well you’re quite the hot man yourself, Charles.” I didn’t know just how hot Charles was, but would soon find out. After a brief catching up between the two friends Zak leaned over to Charles and quietly exchanged words between the two of them. They looked at me and gave me a devilish grin then continued to chat back and forth. Charles continued to eye me up and down and smile as he shook his head in agreement with whatever my boyfriend was saying to him. Charles then approached me and said, “I guess congratulations are in order.” He hit me on the shoulder in a playful manner, “Zak said I should better introduce myself to you. He and I have a special connection if you know what I mean.” I looked at him kind of confused. Charles leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I’m your boyfriend’s gifter. Guess you got my DNA in roundabout way.” I chuckled, “So you’re Zak’s daddy. Does that make you my grandpa?” “Hey, bitch.” Charles nudged me and laughed, “I’ll be recharging your ass yet, boy.” “Promises, promises,” I playfully kidded. Zak put his arms around both of our shoulders. “Maybe we should take this in the back, guys.” Charles looked at me, grabbed my ass and pulled me into a deep, erotic, lip lock. His kiss immediately boned me up, and I reached over to massage his dick, over filling my grip with a half hard massive piece of meat. “Love to seed you boy.” Zak led us both by the hand to the back play area. Knowing potent doses of cum were right around the corner for me with our toxic threesome we all sprouted hard cocks that tented our jeans. The thought of Charles’s massive poz cock in my hole, and being the meat that charged my boyfriend, just turned me on even more. I wanted all of his demon seed in my ass. We strolled to the back corner of the play area. Huddling into a three way hug, we began making out with each other. I massaged my partner’s and his daddy’s cock and found my way to their jeans zippers. In no time I had their pants to their knees with their hard cocks pressed against me. Charles reached in and grabbed my meat. “Fair is fair, boy,” as he unbuttoned my jeans and my cock flipped from my jeans fully erect. Charles leaned toward me, “Time to give you the DNA that pozzed you, and directly from the source, boy.” Charles backed away from me. This demon God displayed his massive, poz cock fully erect and leaking toxic precum. His biohazard tattoo protruded from the bottom edge of his t-shirt. He slowly slid his shirt up his abdomen revealing the entire mark of a proud, poz pig. Waves of muscle contractions pulsed down his shaft as he slowly walked toward me. My body still ached a bit, reminding me that I was still recovering from my recent conversion. Charles spun me around. Zak buried his tongue down my throat while Charles spit in his hand and slicked up my hole for his cock. Zak broke from our lip lock and quietly whispered in my ear, “I’m so glad you are about to feel my daddy’s massive cock filling you with his charged seed. It’s awesome!!” Zak again gazed into my eyes then began to make love to me with passionate kisses. A crowd of guys closed in around us with some dropping their pants to stroke their hard dicks. A few of the guys stroked each other while watching the public display play out in front of them. Charles and Zak clearly displayed their biohazard tattoos, letting the onlookers know as they slid in me, I was taking poz cock raw. Charles wasted no time in pressing his cock head to my hole and working his glans into my still tight hole. “Fuck, man, I can see why Zak said he loves fucking your ass. Beautiful!!!!!!” Charles worked his way in deeper, and Zak bent me over and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. As I gagged and struggled to take Zak’s entire shaft down my throat Charles thrust his pole deep into my gut. Charles had a massive cock, and it felt like he was tearing my hole to shreds. My body tensed, and I groaned in pain. Eventually, my hole now stretched wide open, relaxed into pleasurable sensations. The crowd grew in numbers and moved in closer. “Fuck, guys, you like seeing him take our poz cocks, don’t you?” Charles began to plow in and out of my hole, pulling me all the way onto his stiff sword. I can see why Zak wanted this man to be his daddy. He was fucking hot and knew how to work my hole. “You want my venom don’t you, pig?” I pulled Zak’s shaft from my throat. Since the crowd didn’t know I was already toxic, I worked it for all it was worth. “Fuck, yes. Poz my hole.” From the groans around us, I could tell the public “conversion” was a crowd pleaser. Even if they couldn’t admit it, more and more gay men were coming to terms with their turn on for HIV and AIDS. Hell, a bunch of them were probably turned on by other STDs as well. Charles fucked my hole non-stop for a good twenty minutes while I continued to get my face fucked by my boyfriend. “You want my demon seed, boy, just like your boyfriend did, don’t you?” “Fuck, yes, poz him,” a voice projected from the crowd. Charles said, “Yeah, you like that don’t you guys? Feels awesome pozzing this pig.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked his shaft. “You want our poz cum from both ends, don’t you boy,” Zak added? Charles grinned and winked at Zak, “I’m not on meds, boy, so this is highly toxic.” “Fuck!! I want to poz….give me your HIV!!!” Zak stroked his throbbing cock in front of my face, and I devoured it into my mouth. Zak’s cock stiffened repeatedly as I slid his shaft across my tongue to the back of my throat. His cock head was drenched with precum. It was salty and sweet, giving me even more pleasure swallowing all his toxic juices. I could tell from their breathing and thrusts into me they were both close to flooding me with their poz seed. “Are you ready boy, because you’re getting my venom.” Charles thrust one more time working his shaft as deep in my gut as possible. His body began to spasm, and Zak’s dick expanded in my throat. Charles and Zak both groaned and began to shoot their toxic seed into me from both ends. I was in heaven taking every drop of poison into my body from my boyfriend and his daddy. “Feel our cocks unloading in you, pig? You’re taking all my poz cum in your gut. You’ve got my virus in you now.” Zak said, “Swallow all that poz cum, pig. Fuck, yes. Your neg days are gone, boy.” “Oh fuck,” came from the crowd, and splashes of cum sprayed across my body from the guys surrounding us. I stood up and leaned back into Charles’s chest. He grasped me around my abdomen and thrust even deeper into my intestines. I could still feel his cock throbbing in my gut, coating my intestines with more charged cum. The animalistic act set my body on fire, and my cock stiffened as the toxic intimacy pushed me over the edge. I impaled myself on Charles’s pole then thrust my shaft into the air as ropes of poz cream erupted across Zak’s body and jeans. “Fuck, boy, I love charging your ass…..so fucking hot,” Charles added. Charles made out with Zak with his cock still buried in my ass. As his rod slipped from my hole I turned around and melted into Charles as he wrapped his arms around me and passionately kissed me. Zak embraced the two of us in his arms and joined the wet exchange of kisses. The three of us swirling our tongues together and kissing as we caressed each other’s poz bodies. We slowly pulled up our jeans, ending the erotic public display as the crowd slowly dissipated. We made our way through the open patio area where lustful stares and the cruisy once overs from guys followed us like celebrities on the red carpet. Charles bought us all a celebratory round of drinks, and we all grabbed a bar stool lined against the wall opposite the bar. Zak put his arm around me and pulled me toward him, “That was hot, babe. I’m happy you met Charles and added his load to the mix. I know he’s highly toxic.” My cock twitched in my pants at the thought of our toxic fuck on the patio. Zak kissed me on the cheek next to my ear before releasing his grip, but kept his arm resting loosely on my shoulder. “I see you have some awesome ink work. From our sexy man here, no doubt?” “Yeah, it’s how we met actually. I ran into Zak at the tattoo show a few months ago.” “Any plans to add the mark of proud poz man to your ink?” “That’s probably next on the agenda since I’m just getting through my conversion now.” “Sweet!! So you literally just went through the initiation into the club.” “Yep….was sick as hell last week, but so turned on by it.” “Good to see you’re spreading the ‘love,’ Zak. I like knowing my toxic babies are making the rounds.” I put my hand on Charles’s leg, “So, are you single Charles or is there a Mr. Charles out there?” “Nope, no Mr. Charles. I enjoy being single and free to roam.” Zak added, “Ever think about finding a fellow gifter or chaser to ‘start a family’ with.” “Yeah, but I already have a family started.” He motioned toward us, “And it’s expanding all the time.” “Do you know how many guys you have converted,” I asked? He grinned, “I’ve given 5 guys the gift that keeps on giving.” He chuckled and smacked Zak on the leg, “And your sexy boyfriend is my 3rd son.” Zak replied, “And I love having that bond with you, Charles,” then put his hand on Charles’s. I could see the lust in Zak’s eyes over Charles, and I think he could sense the same lust in me. He added, “You should come by the shop tomorrow. Maybe Zeek will get his biohazard tattoo. Besides, we would love to see you again.” My ears perked up, “Tomorrow!?! Absolutely!! Come by the shop, Charles. Love to have you there while Zak gives me my mark.” “I think that could be arranged. Interested in Sunday brunch beforehand?” “Yes, definitely,” said Zak. “Then I’ll call you tomorrow morning.” “It’s a date,” I added. “So what are you two doing tonight?” Zak said, “We’re out celebrating Zeek’s conversion; probably heading to the bath from here.” Charles nudged me, “Cool…..looking for more poz seed, huh?” “The more I can get the better.” “I can understand that. So what else do you do, Zeek?” “I work in marketing, web design, stuff like that.” “Oh, cool, do you work here in Chicago?” “No, I work and live in Milwaukee.” “So you guys are doing the long distance thing right now?” Zak added, “Yeah, but I’m hoping we can change that in the near future.” “We haven’t really talked about that yet,” I said. “I have a house in Milwaukee, so we’ll see where this goes.” After we finished our drinks, Charles said, “I’d ask you to join me bar hopping, but I know you’re heading to the bath.” Charles hugged and kissed us passionately. “It was so good to see you Zak, and mighty awesome meeting you, Zeek. Glad I could help with the celebration. I’ll call you guys in the morning for brunch.” Then he shuffled off to his next destination. Zak and I moved to the bar, and ordered one more drink. We joked with the bartender and watched guys get fucked in the bareback porn on the screen behind the bar. The bartender glanced over his shoulder at the porn video, “Boy, he’s got quite the cock, doesn’t he?” “Yeah, quite nice. Glad to see you guys play the good porn. I hate condoms. Ruins the video,” I said. “Oh, I hear ya. I will only play bareback videos here, and if you have a certain fetish I can usually play that too. So what are you gentlemen up to this evening,” the bartender asked? “We came to check out the action in back, have a few drinks,” replied Zak. “Well I heard you had quite a good time on the patio.” I chuckled, “Boy, doesn’t take long for news to travel, does it?” “Oh, no….not around here. Heard it was quite the show, but I can only imagine since I’m stuck behind the bar. You two are hot men.” “Another round guys?” “Thanks, but it’s time to shove off,” Zak replied. “Ready to go, Zeek?” “Last swig, then I’ll be ready.” “You cool with the bath, babe?” “Absolutely. Looking forward to it. Let’s go.” We walked down the sidewalk to the Steamworks entrance. Zak held the door for me. “After you, my hot pig.” As I walked past he smacked me on the ass then laughed. I was excited, but a little nervous too. Besides Zak, tonight was my first time playing with other guys since I charged up. I was a bit jittery inside, almost like the fear and excitement of going into a gay bar or adult bookstore for the first time. Don’t get me wrong. I have no regrets on pozzing. I find it extremely erotic. It’s just new. It’s still sinking in that I actually AM poz now. We approached the counter and Zak got a sling room on the second floor. I got a locker to save on cost then we both headed upstairs. We stripped down, and before cruising the joint to check out the guys, we made out and sucked each other’s toxic cocks. “Ok, babe. Let’s check out the guys then meet back here in about an hour and get our asses loaded with cum.” We stepped into the hall and closed the door to room 229. Zak proudly showed off his biohazard tattoo above his towel line then strolled off. I wandered off in the opposite direction. I first wanted to check out what I call the “sucking room.” I entered the lower level, and one guy definitely caught my eye. He was about 45 or so with a hairy thin body. He definitely had the poz look of a long time AIDS survivor. His towel hung over the rail next to him standing above me naked. His sunken cheeks showed the effects of his lipodystrophy. With his hands resting on the rail I could see his arms prominently displayed his veins. Dark brown hair wisped across a slightly distented looking abdomen leading to his hot cock. It dangled half-erect between his thin, veiny legs and hung to what looked like a good 8 inches uncut. My cock immediately boned up, and I approached him looking up at his face. He moved in closer to the railing, and his meat danced as it pulsed before me. My mouth watered in anticipation of tasting his poz piece of meat. I grasped his shaft at the base and felt the head of his meat touch my lips before slipping his cock into my mouth. I could taste his sweet, poz precum across my tongue as his cock stiffened and leaked its poison from his piss hole. I reached for my cock and stroked my hard shaft. This man set a burning desire through my body. I wanted his cock and cum inside me. As I continued to deep throat his cock he fucked my face with slow, deep thrusts of his shaft down my throat. My eyes watered, and I nearly gagged several times as I devoured the full length of his massive meat. His cock stiffened and his breathing became more pronounced. He was close to shooting his sweet nectar down my throat, but to my disappointment he pulled his hard meat from my mouth. He looked down at me and said, “I’ll be back boy. Love to plant my seed in you.” As he turned to walk away my cock throbbed in my hand seeing his thin, wasted ass cheeks slowly disappear from the play area. I quickly circled the room and exited from the room hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To my surprise he was coming down the stairs in front me naked and fully erect with his towel in one hand. He walked toward me with his eyes fixed on mine. He winked and reached down and grasped my ass as he brushed against my shoulder. I turned to watch his sexy ass round the corner and disappear down the hall of rooms. While I was sucking the hot AIDS wasted daddy type Zak first hit the bathrooms in all three levels. The display of all his body ink and his sexy, long beard certainly turned a lot of heads along the way. He put notes on the chalk boards in the bathrooms. They read, “Cum dump taking ALL loads in sling room #229….especially love poz seed.” After emptying his bladder at the urinal he wandered through the gloryhole area and down the back stairs to the second floor play spaces with a sling and fuck bench. I wandered the halls that were lined with rooms. I glanced into the ones that had the doors propped open; each displaying a different scene with guys sprawled out on the mattress stroking their cock or lounging on their belly with their bare ass displayed, begging for cock and cum. I rounded the corner and started to cruise down the middle row of rooms. The sounds of someone being fucked projected from a room in the middle of the hall. A few steps closer and I noticed the door was open. As I approached there was my hot boyfriend on his hands and knees on the mattress getting fucked by a young, smooth twink with six pack abs and a scruffy beard. Zak looked up at me and grinned. I dropped my towel open and stroked my cock in the doorway in front of them. The twink slid the full length of his cock from my man’s hole before plunging back into him. His shaft was veiny and thick about 7 inches long. His balls dangled low between his legs smacking Zak’s ass cheeks with each thrust into him. My cock quickly boned up at the sight of my boyfriend impaled on this stud’s meat. Before I knew it, “Fuckin cum in his ass, dude,” escaped from my lips. “You want my cum, man” the twink asked? “Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” I edged myself close to shooting my load but held back, because the pig play was just beginning. My stiff rod leaked its juices, and I smeared my shaft with my virus laced precum as I gave it a few more strokes. A tasty treat for anyone sucking my poz cock. The twink’s breathing became fast and he growled as his body jerked with his cock buried deep in my boyfriend’s ass. I knew he just deposited his load into Zak’s guts. The sight of Zak taking a load of cum before my eyes made my cock throb and dance in the air. “Fucking hot, man,” I said, then wrapped my towel around me. My cock tented my towel in front of me. I blew a kiss to my boyfriend and disappeared from the doorway. About 10 minutes later I ran into Zak outside the “sucking room.” “That was fucking hot seeing you take that twink’s cum.” “You like seeing that too, huh? I love watching you take cum too, Zeek.” “I think we better head to our room, babe. You need to get in the sling.” Once in our room Zak pulled me to him and passionately kissed me. “Fuck, I love you, babe. It’s so awesome having you here with me.” “I love you too, Zak.” “I think you are going to enjoy this. I kind of posted a note on all the bathroom chalk boards.” “You did, huh, and what does this note say?” “Ah….just that a cum dump is in the sling room taking all loads.” I felt a wave of excitement shoot through my body as my cock twitched. “Fuck!! You’re such a pig. I love it.” “Are you ready?” “First you need to get in the sling and feed me that twink’s cum from your hole.” In a flash, Zak was in the sling. A small trickle of cum leaked from his used hole, and I quickly lapped it up then licked around his cunt. I could smell the twink’s cock on my boyfriend’s hole. The taste of his cum mixed with Zak’s ass juices stiffened my cock as I stroked my hard shaft. “Damn, I want to fuck you so badly and plant my poz load in your guts, Zak.” “Slow down, babe. We’ll be making love later tonight with each other loaded with cum.” Zak flipped himself out of the sling, and I took his place. “Thanks for warming it up,” I chuckled. Zak handed me the poppers and opened the door like we were opening a restaurant for business. I held the bottle to my nostril and took a deep breath holding it in before exhaling. The rush hit my head as my heart raced and cock throbbed. I stroked my shaft, and Zak returned to the sling. He lubed his cock and slammed it into my hungry hole. Guys wandered past the open door as Zak thrust into my ass with his pierced rod. A few guys stopped and watched my boyfriend fucking me. Then a sexy, hairy little number walked past the door and stopped. He was bald and bearded, muscular and masculine with a few tattoos down his left arm. He squeezed past the guys lingering at the doorway and walked up to the sling; his towel already fully tented from his hard dick. He dropped his towel to the floor revealing a small biohazard tattoo on his left hip and stroked his 8 inch cock. Sprouting from the base of his poisonous shaft a thick bush of pubic hair led to a sweet treasure trail. The gentle wisp of hair extended up to his belly button. His chest was covered in a thick patch of dark fur. He slowly ran his fingers down my abdomen to my cock like he was checking out a cool sports car. He said, “Fucking sweet!! I’m going to breed you good.” Zak pulled out of my hole as the hairy daddy took his place at my cunt. He lined up his meat and pressed the head to my hole. “You may want to take a hit of those poppers, boy.” I removed the cap, and again inhaled deeply. As the poppers sent me flying, my cock throbbed and cunt puckered. I moaned with pleasure, “Fuck yes. Fuck me.” The hairy stud grabbed the chains to the sling and impaled me on his tool with one hard thrust. My ass engulfed his cock to his balls. His pole hit my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body and cock. As the stud plowed my hole, deep and rough, Zak worked his nipples from behind. “Fuck, pinch ‘em hard,” he said to Zak. “Fuck yes!!” Zak and this stud moved in perfect rhythm. As the sling’s gentle swinging motion met the stud’s thrust, his cock repeatedly bottomed out deep in my gut, followed by Zak’s meat grinding between his ass cheeks. “Fuck you feel so good in me. I want your cum in me.” “You’re a cum hungry pig, aren’t you boy? I’ll give it to you…..every drop.” Sweat glistened and ran down our bodies. The intoxicating smell of sex and sweat permiated the room. I took another hit of poppers. As it again kicked in, my hole clamped tight around the stud’s shaft, and my boned cock pulsed. With each massage of my prostate he worked me closer to the edge, and I felt like my jizz could erupt from my piss hole at any minute. He continued to plow into me and gave me no warning. His meat stiffened and thickened even more. It pressed firmly at my cunt’s walls, stretching me open even more. His balls pulled up, and I suddenly felt his cock throbbing in my hole. “Fuckin take my poz cum, bitch,” as he groaned and his body jerked. “Fuck, fuck, yes,” he exclaimed. “Give it to me, fuck.” I could feel each shot of his toxic seed hit my guts. Zak wrapped his arms around the stud and held him as his cock continued to unload in me. The jerking of his body stopped and he panted leaning against Zak. His meat began to soften and slipped from my hole. I looked at my cock, still throbbing against my abdomen and noticed a thick stream of creamy demon seed leaking from the head of my meat. The stud grasped his towel and said, “Thanks pig, enjoy my poz cum in your cunt,” as he exited through the crowd of guys gathered at the door. The next guy walked in, dropped his towel and plowed into my used hole. An hour later a mixture of 7 loads of cum dripped from my gaping cunt. Zak buried two fingers into my hole. Cum gushed out around his fingers and dripped to the floor. He shoved his hard cock into my hole and slipped his cum drenched fingers into my mouth. I licked them clean as he slowly churned the mixture of cum in my gut with his cock. “Fuck, babe, your cummy hole feels so fucking amazing on my shaft.” He pulled his hard meat from my hole. It was coated with cum that dripped from his pole. He knelt at my cunt and lapped up the cum and ass juice leaking out of me. “Fucking sweet, babe.” He stood up and pressed his lips to mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, sharing cum with me as we made out. “Fucking hot, huh” Zak asked? “Oh, fuck,” I said!! I pulled Zak’s lips to mine again and buried my tongue down his throat. The taste of ass, cum and cock again filled my mouth. “Oh my fucking God,” I said. Zak grinned, “This is going to be one fucking hot night, babe.” More to follow……………..

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 7 Zak sped down the interstate checking out truckers as he cruised past their cabs. A while later my phone dinged with a text message. “I’m home, babe. Had a great weekend together. Miss you already.” “Me 2.” During the week we made plans to meet in Chicago to continue my sleeve. I drove down Friday evening and arrived at Zak’s shop around 6. I opened the front door and the bell jingled as I walked in. Zak’s face lit up when he saw it was me. He rushed to greet me with a big hug and kiss. “God I missed you, babe.” “You feel so good, Zak. Happy to see you.” “Come on in. Ready to get started?” “Yeah.” “Get comfy.” With a devilish grin he said, “Take your clothes off….or your shirt, which ever you prefer. I’ll set up.” I chuckled as I pulled my shirt off and plopped into the chair. “Your arm looks awesome, babe. We may finish it today…..Hey, what’s that on your abdomen?” He continued to set up his work station. “Umm, they’re just scratch marks. I was a little itchy this afternoon.” “Are you allergic to anything I should be aware of? Feel ok?” “Nope to the allergy, and I feel fine.” “Ok, then let’s get started.” The buzz of his tattoo gun filled the room like a swarm of bees around a hive. After several hours, my arm was on fire, but my tattoo was finished. “Wow, Zeek…..check it out. It looks awesome.” Looking into the mirror, “I love it!! Beautiful job, Zak. Thank you so much.” “My pleasure, babe. Want to celebrate with a drink on me?” “Actually, I don’t mean to be a party pooper, but I’m feeling pretty exhausted. I know it sounds like, ‘not tonight honey,’ but I have a bad headache started.” “Are you sure you’re ok?” “Yeah….I’m just tired.” “Ok, well, let me do a quick clean up, and we’ll head to my place.” He gently caressed the top of my head and kissed me. At Zak’s place I no sooner laid on the bed and I was out like a light. I woke in the middle of the night in a pool of sweat. I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before vomiting my guts out. I was burning up, and nauseated. I curled up in the fetal position on the cool floor next to the toilet aching all over my body. I must have dozed off, because I woke to Zak tapping me on the shoulder. “Are you ok, because you look like you’ve been hit by a truck, babe?” I half grinned, “Oh, good, cause that’s about how I feel.” “Think you needed one more tattoo tonight.” Half out of it I mumbled, “What are you talking about?” “A biohazard tattoo, cause I think you’re converting, Zeek.” “Ah, so that’s why I feel like shit.” Then I smiled and laid my head on the floor again. “Let me help you back to bed.” “I think I need to lay here for a bit, Zak.” He disappeared and returned with two pillows and a blanket. “Then I belong here too.” Zak placed a pillow under my head and curled up next to me on the bathroom floor. He put his hand on my hip and whispered, “I hope joining the club turns you on as much as it does me.” I smirked and pulled his hand to my crotch. I rubbed his hand across my boned up cock. “Does that answer your question?” “That’s my boy.” His hard death dick brushed against me as he kissed me on the shoulder, and we eventually drifted off to sleep. In the morning Zak carried me to the bed and tucked me in. “I know the conversion can be rough, Zeek, but it’s an honor to be proud of.” “I love knowing that you’re my gifter; that your DNA is in me, your virus is taking over my body.” “We’re connected forever, babe. Feel my disease coursing through your veins as your system surrenders to S****** disease. Relax. Let it flow. Experience your conversion. It’s intense, but oh so erotic. I’ll be back in a bit. I’m running to the store to get some things for you.” Zak kissed me on the lips. “I love you, babe, and I love that I’m the one that infected you.” I spent Saturday in bed battling the symptoms of my initiation into the poz brotherhood, welcoming HIV into my life. As sick as I was the urge to fuck and celebrate my new found status was relentless. I stroked my newly poz cock to climax several times, but again I found myself horny with a raging hard on craving more demon seed. Zak appeared in the bedroom doorway naked. His monster fully aroused, drooling toxins from its mouth. Poison dripped from his PA ring onto the floor. “I can’t stop thinking about you, babe. I’m so boned that you are poz. You need a recharging.” He walked over to the bedside, his throbbing monster swaying side to side as he approached. He slipped into bed beside me. My body was aching and soaked with sweat mixed with coatings of my poz sperm across my abdomen and chest. Zak lubed his cock with spit and pressed directly into my HIV infected hole. He grasped my throbbing cock and impaled me with his death stick. I lay there like a limp rag, but so horny for more of his virus. Zak thrust his venomous weapon into my guts again and again….slow and deep. “I want to flood your system with my disease, babe. Reinfect you over and over.” I just groaned with chills flooding my body. My cock throbbed repeatedly as Zak’s monster caressed my prostate. “Oh, Fuck, babe. I won’t last long. You have me so fucking turned on.” I reached across his body and pressed against his ass with what strength I had, trying to bury his death stick deeper inside me. “Give me more of your disease, Zak. I want my hole flooded with your virus.” “Fuck, you got it, babe. Here it comes. More of S****** seed.” Zak’s cock erupted with a flood of toxins filling my cunt with more HIV infected sperm. His cock remained in me pulsing and throbbing. As his meat slipped from my gut a gush of venomous cum trickled from my wrecked hole. Zak turned me onto my back and straddled my body. “I want to be the first to take my demon seed from your infected cock,” and he sat down on my hard shaft, burying it all the way in his ass. I let out a loud groan of pleasure, and we looked into each other’s eyes. It only took a few thrusts of him riding my dick, and he quickly pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed over and over, releasing its disease from my piss hole as I filled his ass with my poz cum. Zak’s hole tightened around my shaft, milking every drop of virus from my pole. “Fuck yes, babe. We’re now sharing demon seed full circle. We are one.” I lightly caressed his chest and smiled. A tear trickled down my cheek. This man stole my heart completely. “I love you, Zak.” He crawled off me. He kept all my poz cum in his gut as my meat slipped from his hole. He stood next to the bed, his proud infected cock dangling before my face as he tucked me in. I quickly drifted off to sleep. Later that evening I woke to Zak carrying me to the bathroom. “You’re awake. Welcome back, babe. You slept all day. I ran you a hot bath.” He set me down in the tub, then stood up, unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick. He stood above me at the edge of the tub and pissed all over me. I licked the salty taste of his urine from my lips. “You can soak in more my fluids….sharing all of me with you Zeek….my hot little pig boy.” While I laid in the hot water and piss, Zak cleaned and dressed my tattoo. “Relax and soak it in for a bit, babe. I’ll make you a little bite to eat. You need to keep your strength up.” Zak returned a little while later. He dried me off, carried me to bed and propped me up with pillows. A tray of soup and Gatorade presented in front of me. “You need to try to eat, babe. The conversion is draining.” Zak fed me some soup, and I took a few sips of the Gatorade, “I can’t eat right now, Zak. I just want to rest.” “Ok, babe.” He took the food away then returned and curled up with me naked in bed. I woke in the morning with my head resting on Zak’s chest; curled up against him with his arms wrapped around me. My hard cock throbbed, pressed firmly against his leg. He squeezed me gently in his arms and kissed my forehead. “How are you doing, babe?” “I feel horrible, but it’s weird…..at the same time I’m so turned on that I’m converting.” “I can tell. I told you it’s erotic. Your cock has been throbbing rock hard against my leg for the past hour. Your infected fluids leaking from your shaft has me horned up.” Zak folded me in half and bent my legs over his shoulders. He said, “I know you want all my poison, babe,” then buried his infected cock in my hole. I whimpered with pain as Zak plowed in deep, but I was too weak and too turned on at the same time to stop. I didn’t want to stop. This demonic desire was growing in me, and I relished in the pleasure of becoming a poz cum pig, a vessel of our diseases, swapping and sharing everything together. “You want more of my demon seed, don’t you, pig?” I simply moaned with pleasure as Zak thrust in and out of my hole. My cock lay fully erect against my abdomen. “That’s it, baby, milk my poison from my cock. Take all my diseases. More of my virus is definitely in you already.” Zak plowed into me, each time his pole stiffened and stretched my hole. He pounded at my prostate repeatedly. “Fuck, Zeek, I’m so close. Here come my toxic babies.” As his shaft unloaded, recharging my cunt with his virus he said, “Take my virus, babe. I’d love to be infecting each other with AIDS seed, letting our viruses mutate, experiencing S****** disease fully.” That pushed me over the edge. My cock immediately spit ropes of poisonous cum onto my chest and face. I opened my mouth and lapped up some of my diseased spunk. Zak reached up and smeared my poz load all over my chest and abdomen while he worked his poison into my intestines. He stroked my cock lubing it with my cum before slipping from my cunt. I stayed in bed covered in and filled with infected cum and fell back to sleep. Zak canceled most of his appointments for the week. I stayed in bed, and he cared for me. We repeatedly swapped our toxic cum with each other daily. When Zak had to piss he carried me into the bathroom and drenched me in urine. By the end of the week I stunk of a mixture of sweat, piss, and cum. I began to gain my strength again and felt a bit better. My body was adjusting to its invasion and surrendered to HIV. I finally showered on Friday, washing the stench of my erotic filth down the drain. Zak returned home from his shop late in the afternoon. “Good to see you’re starting to feel better, babe. I have a surprise for you.” More to follow……..

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 6 We spent the night spooning each other in bed. I woke with morning wood and Zak’s hard cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks. It felt so right waking in his arms with his boned up dick against my body. I snuggled further into Zak and worked his shaft against my hungry hole. Thoughts of last night’s breeding made my cock dance rock hard. Zak yawned and stretched, rubbing his boner tight against me. “Morning, babe.” “Morning.” He sighed and kissed the back of my neck, “Did you sleep well?” “Yep. Feels good waking up with you.” As he snuggled me and ground his cock against me, “Doesn’t feel so bad for me either.” “I can’t stop thinking about last night.” “That was pretty hot, wasn’t it?” “Want to do some more breeding today?” “Yeah, I’m game.” “You still have Jonathan’s number from lunch yesterday?” “I’m sure it’s still in my pocket.” “Why don’t you message him and see if he wants to have a drink and some threesome play?” I reached for my phone. Tap, tap, tap….. I tried to reach Jonathan with a text message. “Hey Jonathan….it’s Zeek from yesterday at the restaurant. U have plans today?” I snuggled into Zak again. A few minutes later my cell phone called out to us with a “ding.” I had a message from Jonathan. “Hey Zeek, Glad to hear from u. Enjoyed our ‘bathroom break.’ No plans today. What did u have in mind?” “Brunch and some 3some play?” “Love to. Where and when 2 meet?” Zak was stroking my hard shaft while I tried to concentrate on messaging back and forth with our new play bud. “How about Café Centraal on Kinnickinnic at 11:30?” “Sounds good. Will give me time to get moving. Still lying in bed. Feels good to sleep in on my day off.” “We are hangin out in bed yet too.” “Awesome. Nothing like a lazy start to the day.” I snapped a selfie of Zak and I in bed and sent it to Jonathan with a message, “U need 2b here in bed with us swappin cum.” “U R getting me turned on.” About a minute later pics of Jonathan’s hard rod and tight hole showed up on my phone, “Look forward to seeing u guys.” “Damn, can’t wait to tap that ass again. See U at 11:30.” “Boned with anticipation. Will your BF fuck me too?” “U bet he will.” I snapped a pic of Zak’s cock making sure to not include his biohazard tattoo then sent it to Jonathan with a message. “Here’s Zak’s cock….inked and pierced. You’ll love it…..feels amazing!” By the time I finished texting Jonathan, Zak had his lips wrapped around my shaft and was deep throating my cock. “Fuck, Zak that feels so good.” Between panting, “Jonathan wants…. you to…. fuck him too. I want… to see you… unload your…. poz seed in him.” “We can both breed him, babe.” I pulled Zak off my slick cock. “The thought of pozzing Jonathan has me so close to cumming. My dick throbbed and stiffened over and over. Precum glistened on the head of my shaft. “You better slow down, or I’ll be shooting my swimmers down your throat in no time.” We showered fully erect. I don’t think our cocks dropped to more than half mast the entire time. We made out while lathering each other’s bodies and stroking each other’s rods all soaped up. We both pissed on each other at the same time. Our urine mixed together as it ran down our bodies with our lips locked. On the drive to the restaurant our cocks strained against our jeans begging to be released. “Damn, Zak, I’m so boned up. I can’t get my cock to go down.” “I know, breeding always gets me going too. Try thinking of something else.” Thought I had it licked. I focused on thinking about the landscaping I wanted to complete around my house, but that led to thoughts of Summer, the hot sun, sweaty construction workers, to stripping their shirts off and my cock boned up again. Zak chimed in, “Not working I see. I have a sure way to kill your hard on.” “Go for it.” “Think about a woman naked. Her cunt is steamy and goopy with a yeast infection. When she spreads her legs it smells like a rotting fish.” “Damn, Zak….talk about not only killing my wood, I may be vomiting on top of it.” He chuckled, “Works every time.” We arrived at Café Centraal a few minutes early and ordered a drink at the bar. The bartender was a sexy number with ink up one arm, a trim waist, reddish brown hair and a scruffy 5 o’clock shadow. In no time my cock was boned up again. “Hi guys, can I get you a drink?” Zak blurted out, “I’ll have a stella.” “Bottle or tap?” “Bottle please.” “And you sir?” “I’ll have a Sam Adams……bottle.” “Coming right up.” The bartender bent down to get the beer from the cooler, allowing us both to check out his firm ass. Zak and I glanced at each other. Zak smiled and raised his eyebrows at me. “My thoughts exactly,” I said. “Here you go guys. Are you having lunch too?” “Yes, we’re just waiting for a buddy to get here.” “I’ll start a tab, add it to your food bill.” “Ok, cool,” I added. Swinging my bar stool toward Zak, I motioned toward my crotch and softly stated, “Think I’m going to stop battling the monster in my pants, because he’s clearly winning.” Zak chuckled, “You ARE a horny devil aren’t you, babe?” Jonathan was a few minutes late. He slipped onto the bar stool next to me and nudged my shoulder with his. “Hi, guys.” “Hey, Jonathan.” Zak added, “Hello, Jonathan.” “Zak and Zeek,” he said, “Kind of has a ring to it.” “It’s actually Isaac, but my friends call me Zeek.” “Well, I really enjoyed meeting you both yesterday……. Zak and Zeek.” “Same,” added Zak. “We just ordered a drink, Jonathan. Would you like something?” Zak motioned for the bartender. “What would you like, sir?” Jonathan ordered a brandy and coke. “With Korbel if you have it, please.” The bartender returned shortly with his drink in hand. “Thanks, man.” Jonathan scooped it off the bar, and we shuffled off to get a table. You could feel the sexual tension in the air as we perused the menus. I fumbled on my words, “So Jonathan, I bet it has to feel good being on the receiving end……ah, I mean being served rather than serving…..um….you know, waiting tables.” We all laughed….breaking the ice. Jonathan grinned, “I do like being on the receiving end in more ways than one.” (Thinking to myself) You’ll be receiving a lot more than you realize today. My cock twitched in my pants. “Good because Zak and I are in a giving mood.” (Thinking to myself) Or I should say gifting mood. Zak glanced at me with a cheeky grin that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. Our waiter popped in out of nowhere. He was short and thin, smooth shaven, and proper with his shirt buttoned to his neck. Nice, cute, maybe 19 or 20 and a little nerdy. “Hi, guys. I’m Coty. I’ll be your waiter today.” We all said hello at the same time. He quickly blurted out, “I see you all have drinks. I’ll give you some time with the menus and stop back in a few.” “Thanks, Coty.” As fast as he appeared he disappeared. Jonathan said, “Boy, he’s fast. Too much coffee or something, another cup and he may explode.” “Well, Jonathan, that bubbly personality you bring to your customers certainly stands out.” Zak tapped Jonathan on the shoulder, “Not to mention the added attention you give to some of us.” He blushed, “I do like my customers to leave happy, but yesterday was a FIRST.” Zak inquired with a flirtatious air, “Ok, Jonathan, see anything you like on the menu?” Jonathan smirked then continued to browse his menu. Without looking up he said, “Well, that would be on the dessert menu, guys, but yes I do.” Coty slipped into position at our table with his pad and pen in hand to take our orders. I wanted to tell him to loosen up a bit, unbutton his shirt and let his hair down a bit, but resisted the urge and let the young lad be. I just thought to myself a good stiff cock up your ass would do you wonders, Coty, as I smiled and placed my order. After a short wait Coty promptly returned with our lunch plates. I noticed his glances at the three of us. This was more than looking. This was checking us out in a subtle way. It set my gaydar off. “Is there anything else I can get you guys right now?” Zak said, “No, I think we are good, Coty, thanks.” He shuffled off to the bar area, but every time I looked at him his eyes were glued on us like he was ready to break into chorus of Diana Ross’s “I’m Coming Out.” About halfway through my Waldorf salad I asked, “Are you guys reading these signals from Coty too?” Jonathan replied, “You mean all the looks and stares from a distance?” “And all the glances every time he comes to the table,” Zak added? “Yeah, my gaydar is ringing like crazy.” “How could we miss it?” Coty returned to clear our plates, “Are any of you interested in dessert this afternoon?” Jonathan replied, “We saved room for dessert, but we’re having that at my place in a bit.” Coty naively said, “Oh, what’s for dessert guys?” Zak couldn’t resist, “It’s not WHAT’S for dessert, but WHO.” He glanced over at Jonathan with a smirk on his face. Coty’s mouth dropped open. The silverware slipped from his hand, and he nervously bent over to pick them up. It took him a while before reluctantly standing up. He couldn’t hide it. The tenting to the front of his pants was obvious. Coty was family too, whether he knew it or not. His face turned three shades of red, “I’ll be right back with your bill guys,” and he scurried off. My cock twitched and half boned in my pants, “I know he’s a little geeky, but there’s something sweet and innocent about him too.” Jonathan added, “Yeah, he is kind of a cute little number.” “He’s definitely a bit closeted or unsure of his sexuality,” Zak said. About 5 minutes later Coty returned. He placed the bill on the table. He could hardly look at us. Mortified, he said, “I apologize guys, and there’s no rush with this; whenever you are ready.” He turned to walk away and Zak stopped him by grabbing his shirt sleeve. Coty let out a little gasp. “You know, Coty, I hope I don’t offend you. There’s no reason to be embarrassed around us. I only said that earlier because we noticed your glances. We’re all gay here. What I said obviously turned you on. It’s cool, and you’re very welcome to join us for dessert if you like.” Coty nervously stuttered, “Ah, th…thanks, but um…..my shift doesn’t end until late.” Then he awkwardly slipped away. I left a note with Coty’s tip. “If you want to explore your gay side or just chat a bit give us a call, Zak and Zeek.” I didn’t expect to hear from him, but you never know. My focus shifted toward Jonathan and us breeding his ass. Zak was so excited at the thought of pozzing him. I’m surprised he didn’t cream his pants on the way to Jonathan’s place. “I can’t wait to dump our loads in his neg hole,” he said. I have to admit my cock was pretty boned up and leaking too. “Ditto!! The anticipation has me turned on big time.” We followed Jonathan to his apartment. My rod was throbbing in my jeans watching his tight ass strolling down the hall to his front door. Perfectly round, and plump, it filled out his pants so sweetly. I could hardly wait to tear those jeans off and bury my dick in his man hole. We no sooner got the door closed and Jonathan stripped his clothes off. His cock stood straight up in the air. He walked over to Zak and started making out with him and pulling his clothes off. As he reached to unbutton Zak’s jeans he was distracted by me pulling him to me, burying my tongue down his throat. I dropped my jeans to the floor. Having gone commando, our cocks immediately touched. We ground our wet shafts against one another, soaking each other with our slick precum. Jonathan pulled my t-shirt off over my head and tossed it aside as Zak slipped in behind him. Zak unzipped his jeans, flipped his hard shaft out, and worked it against Jonathan’s tight hole. Zak grabbed our prey by the hips and pumped his cock hard between his ass cheeks. I made eye contact with Zak as I made out with Jonathan. He winked at me, puckered up and blew me a kiss then shot me a huge smile. Jonathan arched his back and worked his ass against Zak’s poisonous meat. Zak reached in his pocket and pulled out a jacket, “I have a condom, let me suit up.” Jonathan broke away from kissing me and said, “Drop the rubber, get those jeans off, and fuck me with that poz cock!!” With shock in his voice, Zak replied, “What did you say?” Jonathan chuckled, “You came to poz me, and there’s nothing more I want than to charge up. Bury that poz cock in my hole.” My cock stiffened even more. Zak kept grinding against Jonathan’s tight ass, “How did you know I’m poz?” “I’ll tell you later after you both breed my hole.” Jonathan led us to his bed and sat down on the edge. He leaned back with his cock standing tall in front of him. While looking right at Zak he said, “Are you going to get out of those jeans now?” Zak reached down and unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor, revealing his big, brazen biohazard tattoo marking him as poz and proud. “Fucking hot!!” Jonathan’s cock stiffened and pulsed down the length of his shaft as he gazed at Zak’s poz dick and ink. “Turn around and get on your knees,” Zak demanded and walked toward the bed. Zak greased up Jonathan’s hole with spit and worked the head of his shaft in his hole. I wasted no time in crawling on the bed on my knees and making out with Jonathan slow and deep. Zak shoved farther into Jonathan’s hungry hole raw. He moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss, and Zak impaled Jonathan all the way onto his rod. Jonathan stroked my pole. Zak pumped his ass slow and deep. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s grip by standing up on the bed before him. After grabbing the back of his head I buried my cock deep in his throat. “Suck my cock, pig,” as I continued to face fuck him. Zak and I were in perfect rhythm fucking Jonathan from both ends. “You like my poz cock leaking poison in your hole, don’t you, pig?” I pulled my dick from Jonathan’s mouth after about ten minutes of deep throating. “Oh fuck, I want your poz loads in my ass so much.” Zak asked, “Yeah? You want my DNA?” “Yes, give it to me.” I stroked my pulsing cock, stiffening even more with each word. “Yeah? You ready for my swimmers to poz you?” “Fuck, yes.” Zak pounded into Jonathan, “Take my virus, pig. Here it comes.” “Fuck!!” Zak’s body jerked as ropes of charged sperm filled Jonathan’s guts. He quickly pulled out of Jonathan, leaving a trail of cream dripping from Jonathan’s stretched hole. “Get over here, Zeek, and get that cock in his cunt.” I scooped up Zak’s seed leaking from Jonathan’s hole and fingered it into his ass. I worked my fingers in and out of his gut then lined up my cock and plowed in. My meat was immediately coated with ass slime and my babe’s toxic cum. Sloshing my rod in Zak’s demon seed with Jonathan’s hole wrapped around my shaft made my cock throb. I worked my boyfriend’s charged load into Jonathan’s intestinal walls with each thrust. It was wet, slimy and incredible. Zak worked his dick into Jonathan’s throat, “Clean my cock off, pig. Suck it all down.” I slowed my thrusts, pumping into Jonathan feeling every inch of my cock slip deep inside. “Fuck your hole feels so good. I love working poz cum into you.” Zak held Jonathan’s head in place on his shaft, and let out a small shot of piss in Jonathan’s mouth. He quickly gulped it down his throat. “Yeah, you like that sweet piss don’t you? Want more don’t you?” Jonathan simply nodded, and I continued to fuck his ass, groaning with each thrust. I said, “You want my seed too, don’t you pig?” He again nodded as Zak fed him his piss. Jonathan devoured every drop of urine into his belly. “Are you ready for more DNA in your ass?” He nodded and mumbled, “Yes,” between gulps of piss. “Fuck, yes, cause I’m getting close.” Zak pulled his cock from Jonathan’s mouth after emptying his bladder. Jonathan licked his lips with piss dribbling off his tongue, “Oh my God that was hot!!” He took a deep breath, “Now give me your charged seed!!” “Fuck, you love that piss too, don’t you?” “Yes. I love poz cum and piss.” “Here’s my seed, pig.” “Fuck, yes.” My cock pulsed and throbbed over and over. “Yes, Fuck, yeah……I can feel you cumming in me.” I grabbed Jonathan’s hips after draining my balls in his ass. With each slow thrust of my cock I could feel our cum gushing around my shaft. As I pulled my meat from Jonathan’s hole he leaned back against my sweaty chest and with only a few strokes of his cock he splattered Zak’s chest with his creamy spunk. “Fuck, I want to poz so much!!” “Well, I definitely have a viral load,” Zak replied. “Awesome. What about you Zeek?” “Not even sure I’m poz yet. I haven’t tested, and Zak’s been filling my hole with tons of his virus.” “So you may be poz already?” “Could be.” “God, I loved that so much. Thank you, guys.” Jonathan kissed Zak on the lips and slipped his tongue in his mouth. We all flopped down on the bed in a clump of sweaty, hot flesh. After catching our breath, Zak again asked, “So how did you know I’m poz?” “Easy. I checked out guys in Milwaukee and Chicago on BBRT when I knew I was moving here. I saw your profile.” “I don’t have face pics unlocked in my profile.” “You didn’t need face pics. Your ink is hot. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw your tattoos at the restaurant. I knew it was you right away from your profile pics.” I said, “So you knew all along when you took my load in the bathroom stall?” “Sure did, and you guys thought you were going to stealth my ass.” Jonathan chuckled, “I would have played along, but the poz talk while taking seed is hotter.” We both laughed. “You’re a sly little devil, aren’t you?” Jonathan grinned with satisfaction, “So you don’t know if you’re poz yet, huh Zeek?” “Nope. No symptoms yet either.” Zak cut in, “But he should be converting any time now, if he hasn’t already. He’s taken a lot of my cum. You may very well have gotten two toxic loads today.” “Awesome!!” The surprise turnabout from Jonathan left us horny as hell. Driving home our conversation about our weekend of toxic play left us with two rock hard cocks wanting release. I pulled into my garage, and we were ready to fire off another load. The garage door closed and by the time I got out of my car Zak had circled around to my side. He tore my shirt off, and pinned me against the car door. His lips were gentle but aggressive against mine. “I want you Zeek. You need another dose of my virus?” “I want you in me.” Zak pulled my jeans to my knees and flipped me around against the car. I heard his zipper fly down and seconds later his throbbing cock was plowing into my hole. It was raw and rough. He pinned my face to the roof of the car and thrust in me repeatedly. I arched my back against his meat. My cock danced with excitement against the car door. The harder and faster he pumped my ass, the closer I got to firing off my own load. I could feel he was getting close too. His panting grew more intense, and he moaned and groaned building toward climax. His shaft expanded and stiffened, opening me up wider as he shot off round after round in rapid succession. His pulsing cock filled me with sensations that pushed me over the edge, and my rod exploded with a huge load of creamy jizz streaking across my car door. Zak pressed his body against mine. His cock still buried deep in my guts. He kissed my neck then whispered, “You know I’m falling in love with you, don’t you?” I rubbed my head against his. “Ditto, babe,” and he caressed my head and body then kissed the back of my neck. The feel of his body against mine sent chills from my head to my toes. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t falling in love with him; I was already in love with him, but I didn’t. Our relationship was still new. I wanted him against me all night, but I knew he would soon be heading back to Chicago. More to come......

I get off on fucking all night, shooting up my bitch's ass over and over, then falling asleep with my cock inside of him to hold the cum in. Love owning a guy and making him my personal whore. I can also be vanilla, but wild is so much more fun.