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Part 2 I continued cruising public toilets and parks throughout my time as a student. I had now also made some gay friends and was beginning to socialise more and visit gay pubs and Glasgow's one gay club. I would usually go out with friends but every now and then I liked to go out on my own. It was on one such night when I was drinking in a bar at the top end of the town that I met someone I knew from home. Lewis was a couple of years older than me and he had been brought up in the same church as me and my family and our families were close friends. I had always liked and admired Lewis - he was blond and stocky, good looking, quite sporty and always seemed to know what he was doing. He had been leader of the church youth group for a few years and I knew he was now in Edinburgh studying to become a pastor. I was surprised to see him drinking in a gay bar and after a while he noticed me and came over. We were both a bit unsure of what to say at first and we started off talking about mutual friends at home. After a while Lewis seemed more at ease. He told me that he knew he liked guys but was not intending to do anything with anyone. He said he liked to visit gay bars now and then and came through to Glasgow as he needed to be discreet. I assured him that no one would ever hear anything from me and he smiled at me. After that I saw Lewis in the bar a few times. Sometimes he was with a friend but mostly he was on his own. One night I was drinking in the same bar and after I had a few drinks I was chatted up by a fit looking older guy. We got on well and I really liked him. We started flirting with each other and soon our conversation was getting more explicit. He told me outright that he wanted to fuck me but said he was staying in a hotel in the centre of Glasgow with his boyfriend. I really wanted him and I suggested that we go for a walk. There are a lot of alleyways running behind the buildings in that part of the town and soon we had walked a little way down the hill and we were making our way along one of the back alleys. We came to a little recess area behind what looked like an empty building and he pulled me towards him. He kissed me hard and a short time later I was down sucking his cock. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled me up. I knew exactly what he wanted and I was really up for it and soon my pants and trousers were down and I was bent over against the wall as he pushed his cock up my arse and began to fuck me. We were taking a big risk as we were only partially hidden in the recess area. We probably couldn't be seen from either end of the alleyway but could easily be caught by anyone walking through it. I didn't really think about the risk - the guy was fucking me harder now and I was enjoying every minute of it. It was then I noticed a figure standing in a doorway just across from us and I realised we were being watched. The guy watching us had his hand down his trousers and was obviously playing with himself as he watched us fuck. It was then I realised that it was Lewis. The guy fucking me was getting close now and hadn't noticed that we had an audience. He pushed me against the wall and began to fuck me really hard. I was really turned on by the whole experience and even more so by the fact that Lewis was watching me take it up the arse in a back alley. A short time later the guy grunted and began to cum in my arse. He thrust up me several times and I could tell he was shooting quite a big load up me. After a while he pulled out and stuffed his cock back into his pants. He slapped me on the arse, said " Cheers, mate," and disappeared into the night. I don't think he even noticed Lewis. I looked across at Lewis and smiled at him. He hesitated for a moment and then he made his way slowly towards me. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his white underpants. Lewis's cock was long, thick and hard and I wasted no time in going down on him. He groaned and gently took my head in his hands as I sucked him. He was giving soft little moans as I sucked him and I had every intention of sucking him until he blew his load in my mouth but after a while Lewis started reaching down to feel my arse and I stood up and bent over to suck him. His hand went down the back of my pants and soon his finger found my hole. I was still lubed with the other guy's cum and Lewis began to finger me as I sucked his cock. I stood up, pulled my pants and trousers down below my arse and bent forward. I wasn't sure if Lewis would go for it but almost immediately I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. I reached round and pulled my cheeks apart as Lewis pushed his cock into my arse. I bent forward as Lewis began to fuck me. I was more turned on than I had been in a long time - Lewis's cock was one of the biggest I had had up me for quite a while and he was fucking me really well. I couldn't help wondering what our families would think if they could see Lewis fucking me up the arse in a back alley and this thought turned me on even more. I could tell Lewis was getting close and after a few more thrusts he groaned and said "Oh fuck!" as he pumped his cum into my arse. We walked back to the bar together and Lewis bought me a drink. Over the next few months Lewis and I fucked several times. We never talked about what we were doing - Lewis would just nod to me and leave the bar and after a moment I would follow him and we would meet in the recess in the back alleyway and, after I had sucked him for a while, he would fuck me up against the wall. I could tell that Lewis was becoming more confident and one night after he had fucked me he bent over and offered me his arse. I fingered some lube into his arse and slowly pushed my cock up him. Lewis's hole was tight, but not as tight as I thought it might be. He grunted and bent forward as I began to fuck him. I was really turned on - I had always fancied Lewis and never thought in a million years I would get to fuck him. I fucked him slowly at first and then I began to fuck him harder and before long I was shooting my cum right up his arse. After that we continued to meet in the alley and sometimes after he had fucked me Lewis would drop his pants and let me fuck him. I could tell he was really enjoying being fucked and I guessed that I probably wasn't the first to fuck him and certainly wouldn't be the last. I was enjoying myself and really getting off on taking risks. In truth, I was also starting to drink a bit too much and that led me into some very risky situations. One night I had been drinking in the centre of Glasgow and, feeling horny, I decided to visit an all night toilet in the north of the city. When I got there a couple of guys were wanking at the urinal and as I joined them, a cubicle door opened and a dark haired lad my own age came out. Soon we were all wanking at the urinal and them I went down on one of the guys as the young lad went down on the other. In my drunken state, I didn't really think of the risk as I pulled my pants down and bent forward over the urinal and told the guy to fuck me. I was being fucked out in the open in full view of anyone who might come into the toilet but I didn't care. The guy fucking me came quite quickly and when he pulled out the other guy went up me. When he had cum in me, the young lad went up me and after about ten or twelve thrusts he added his load to the other two. They all disappeared quickly and as I pulled up my pants and trousers I could feel cum running down my legs. I made my way to the wash basins and just as I was starting to wash my hands two police officers suddenly appeared. I continued to wash my hands, suddenly sobering up as they both looked hard at me. I walked towards the door and to my relief they didn't stop me leaving the toilet. I knew I had been very lucky though - if they had arrived just a few minutes earlier I would have been well and truly busted. I resolved to be more careful and I was for a while, but soon I was back taking risks and getting off on it. One night I had been drinking heavily at a party and, horny as usual, decided to visit a nearby park which I knew was sometimes quite good for cruising at night. It was a warm summer evening but the park was still quite quiet so I decided to have a little rest on a bench near the cruising area. It was light when I woke up several hours later. I was stiff from lying on the bench and at first I couldn't think where I was. Then I realised that my pants and trousers were down at my ankles and I could tell from the wet, squelchy feeling in my arse that I had been fucked. I tried to think back to the night before but I couldn't remember anything about it. A little later I was squatting in some bushes and as I pushed the cum out my arse I realised that I must have been fucked more than once - in fact it felt like I was pushing out two or three loads. I could remember nothing though and had absolutely no idea who had been up my arse - it could have been anyone. I had another horny experience a few months later when I was in the north of Glasgow visiting one of my aunts. Aunt Margaret lived near the top of a tower block on an estate which looked very run down and had quite a bad reputation. My aunt liked living there and always said that the people on the estate were good people. I'm sure she was right but I did sometimes feel a bit nervous getting in to the lifts, which were often covered in graffiti and frequently smelt of piss. One evening I had been visiting my aunt for tea. I liked Aunt Margaret a lot, but like all my family she was very religious and always asked me if I was being a good Christian boy. I was now well versed in telling my family what they wanted to hear and I assured her easily that I was. Aunt Margaret told me that she was hosting a meeting of her home bible study group that evening and asked me if I would like to stay. I told her I would love to, but had to get home to study for exams. It was dark when I left my aunt's and as I got into the lift one of the lights went out just as someone else came in behind me. The guy was unshaven with long hair and looked quite rough and actually a bit scary. He saw me looking at him and stared at me. Then he winked at me and grinned and I couldn't help grinning back. As the lift made its way down I had the feeling he was cruising me and sure enough when the lift reached the ground floor he motioned to me to follow him. He led me out of the block and down some stairs into what looked like a bin area. Without a word, he unzipped his trousers, pulled his semi hard cock out and motioned to me to go down on him. I looked around - it was dark but there was not much cover if anyone came into the bin area. He pushed my head down and I took his cock into my mouth. He was soon fully hard and I sucked him for a while and then he pulled me up and turned me round. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down along with my pants, bent me forward, pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my hole a few times. Then he pushed his cock into my arse. I was really turned on as he fucked me hard and fast right there in the bin area. He didn't mess about - he just went up me - fucked me roughly and shot his load into me. Then he left me there in the bin area with my pants down and his cum leaking out of my arse. Neither of us had said a word throughout the whole encounter and somehow this just made it even hornier. As I pulled up my pants I wondered how my aunt's bible study group was going. A few months later I was cruising in a pubic toilet late one foggy afternoon and I was feeling very horny. Two other guys were cruising in the toilet - a young ginger lad and an older guy. I was cruising the ginger lad, but he seemed more interested in the older guy and sure enough they disappeared into a cubicle together. I waited a while but no one else came into the toilet. I decided to give up and go somewhere else but before I did I went into the other cubicle, climbed quietly onto the toilet and looked over into the other cubicle. The fit young ginger lad was bent over the toilet and the older guy was fucking him from behind. I watched the older guy's thick cock thrusting up the ginger lad's slim arse for a moment of two and then made my way across the park to another toilet. As I got near to the toilet I noticed a guy up ahead heading towards the toilet. I had seen this guy a few times - he had blond curly hair and was carrying a tool bag. I had seen him in this toilet a couple of times. One time he had let someone suck him off at the urinal and the other time he had disappeared into a cubicle with dark haired guy. I reached the toilet a short time after the blond guy entered it but to my disappointment there was no sign of him. The toilet was quite small and only had one cubicle. The door to the cubicle was shut and I guessed he must already be in there with someone. I waited around for a while but the blond lad did not come out and no one else entered the toilet. I knew it would be closing soon and decided to give up - it was clearly not going to be my day. I crossed the road where there was a bus shelter and waited on a bus to take me back across the city. The fog was really thick now and there was no sign of a bus. A couple of other people had now entered the shelter and I guessed the bus would not be long. Then the blond guy I had seen entering the toilet came into the shelter. He must have recognised me as he looked at me and after a while I realised he was cruising me. It looked like my luck might be in after all as he looked straight at me and then made his way out of the shelter. I waited a second and then followed him onto some wasteland behind the bus stop. The fog was really thick now and he led me into some bushes. If it wasn't for the fog we would have been in full view of the road and of a row of houses just on edge of the park, but as it was we couldn't be seen because of the fog. He grinned at me and put down his tool bag. He was a really fit lad, very straight looking in workman's trousers which were splashed with plaster and paint and soon he had his cock out and I was sucking him off. I sucked him for a while and soon his breathing was getting heavier and I was looking forward to getting a mouthful of cum but then he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He turned round, pulled his pants down to his knees, and bent over. He reached round and pulled my cock towards his arse. I fingered his hole and found it wet with what I could tell was cum and I guessed someone had just fucked him in the toilet. I was super horny and I wasted no time in pushing my cock up his fit arse. He groaned as I began to fuck him, just a few feet away from a busy road and a bus shelter full of people. I hadn't cum for a few days and the load I shot up his arse felt like quite a big one. A few minutes later we were both boarding the bus. A group of lads at the back of the bus called out to him and he went to join them. I wondered what they would think if they knew he had just taken two loads of cum up his arse. Part 3 to follow

Brad loved Brent. Brad loved sex with Brent. Brad loved that Brent had opened their relationship. He had always been very, very horny. Now that he was HIV positive his libido was over the top and he just wanted to have sex with any and every human with a dick. Watching the video of his gifting and infection sent him into outer space with excitement every time. He couldn't think of anything other than wanting to infect his first negative bottom. The video was outstanding! It turned out Brent had a natural artistic gift, both filming and editing. They had decided to publish the video on their own 'Just for Fans' page and it immediately went viral. The proceeds raised were more than enough to replace Brad's income and cover his tuition for massage school. It was clear Brent also had the superior mind for business. He knew Brad was incredibly impatient to poz a willing negative bottom, and he was excited to watch and film this. However, he saw this opportunity as a video cash cow for their online 'J for F' account. It became the biggest strain on their relationship but he was able to hold Brad off by locking Brad's dick in a chastity cage for the hosting and orgies they held for the next month and a half. Brad loved sex and his pert ass loved all the attention. He kept a quickly growing tally of his load count on his phone. By the time they were ready to film 'the big event' he was well over three hundred creamy deposits in his deviant Christian sperm collector. Many a bottom had seen his pozing video and begged for the removal of the cage but Brent held firmly to his business plan and artistic vision. With this amount of time actively recruiting on Bbrt they had lined up not one but three chasers. Each more than willing to sign releases allowing their potential infection. The three also knew they were competing with each other for Brad's highly toxic load. Brad would have sex with all three chasers at the same time. The sex would not be scripted and all participants would be free to use any technique the moment called for to bring each other to orgasm as quickly as possible. The first of the three to bring Brad over the top would automatically win and get the rest of Brad's toxic loads dumped in his ass. If two of the contestants shot their wads before Brad the remaining contestant would guarantee himself all of Brad's viral cum. To Brent, but more Brad's relief the day of filming arrived and the two B's welcomed three handsome strangers into their home. The first to arrive was Lu. A dark, hairy and sexy Cuban. He sported a beautiful smile that would melt an iceberg. His warm piercing almost black eyes reached into Brad and Brent's hearts inspiring immediate trust. Frank, a pleasant faced average dad bodied car mechanic arrived next. Even with his clothes on you could tell he had a bit of a beer belly. Brad couldn't care less. Arriving late was Hal, an incredibly beautiful gym bunny of a black man. He was six foot three and didn't have an ounce of fat and muscles for days. He clearly knew how to balance his workout routine for maximum development of every muscle from head to toe. This guy had won big time in the gene pool lottery. Introductions, rules review and some short pleasantries out of the way; Brent dropped the checkered flag and started the camera. Lu proved clearly a leader. As the other three began removing their shoes or shirts he grabbed Brad by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. But he didn't stop at the bed. He led Brad into the master bath, sat down in the tub, fished his seven and a half inch boner out of his black jeans and proceeded to piss on himself. It was now clear why he had warn a crisp white button down shirt. As the warm yellow liquid sprayed over his tummy, chest and finally into his open mouth more of the shirt became transparent revealing his sexy hairy chest and torso in a way that Brad clearly loved. Frank appeared in only boxers and his five inch cock emerged with a spray of piss cascading over and drenching the hair on Lu's head. Lu was quick to motion Frank closer and began to drink directly from the spout. Brad had never experienced piss play yet decided to indulge fully in this experience. Sitting in the tub the two other dicks were soon drenching his remaining clothing, hair and face. He decided 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and was soon gulping down pee from both spigots. Hal had arrived last in all his naked glory. His thick eleven inch cock at full mast. Brad soon had half this monster down his mouth as Lu maneuvered to piss into Brad's ass. Frank plunged mercilessly into Lu's ass and the full fuckfest was on. Everyone was comfortably vers offering and taking top and bottom positions and switching around often. Soon every cock and ass had been paired at least once. When they got around to showering off all the piss Lu was under the shower head with Brad's raw dick up his hairy ass. Frank was pumping Brad, and the caboose of the fuck train had Hal's eleven inches pistoning Frank. When Hal had pounded Frank a dozen thunderous claps Frank cried out, "No, noooo, fuuuuuuccck!" His sperm flooded Brad's ass. As Frank orgasmed Hal pulled out quickly clearly keeping his hands far from his rod and breathing deeply to hold off his own explosion. Lu, ever the opportunist, was quickly vigorously sucking on Hal's tender member. Brad jumped quickly penetrating Hal's beautiful muscular chocolate ass. Hal was pushed over the edge and Lu was rewarded with more cum than his mouth could hold. Even before Brad pulled out Lu was sharing Hal's cum load in a sloppy kiss with his co-conspirator Brad. With a generous portion of cum dripping down his thick black beard and dark eyes a twinkle the Cuban grabbed Brad by his engorged cock and said, "Let's get to that bed so you can fuck and breed me silly. I need every drop of your tainted seed deep in my guts. Convert me, give me my Poz Prize!"

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The game got out of hand - Part 1 (introduction, not sexual) Every first Friday of the month our small group meets for a game night. Every now and then there are a few new faces, like on this Friday evening, which should change my life. But first I would like to introduce the regular cast of our small group: Frank is 32 years old, gay, very trained at 1.87 meters tall, he weighs 80 kilos. Simon is 40 years old, gay, rather lanky and 1.95 meters tall, he only weighs 72 kilos. He is also Frank's husband. Hussein is 22 years old, bisexual, bodybuilder type, and at 1.80 meters he weighs 86 kilos. Johannes is 25 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 73 kilos at 1.75 meters tall. Elias is 20 years old, gay, the typical twink, weighs 60 kilos and is 1.76 meters tall. Dominik is 36 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 70 kilos at 1.68 meters. I'm Benjamin, 21 years old, straight (I thought so far), I also have a normal stature at 1.72 meters, I bring 68 kilos with me. Usually my friend Amelie (24) and Dominik's friend Magdalena (30) are also there. However, this time the two girls could not take part for professional reasons, as there was an acute shortage of staff on the night shift in the hospital where they work. I only owe this evening game to my girlfriend (or better said now ex-girlfriend) Amelie, who found out through Magdalena that we had gone there. That said Friday evening there were three new faces brought by Hussein and Simon. Hussein brought Matteo, and Simon brought Vincent and Fabio. Matteo is a 19 year old twink, absolutely gay, weighs only 77 kilos at 1.99 meters tall. Vincent and Fabio are both 38 and twins, both are gay and at 1.75 meters tall and 70 kilos, they are more average. That evening we wanted to play the dice game 10000. The winner is whoever threw the 10,000 points together first. A 5 is 50 points, 3 fives with a throw are 500 points, these must still be confirmed by a 1 or 5. 4 fives with a throw are 5000 points, these must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. A 1 is 100 points, 3 ones with a throw are 1000 points, and must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. 3x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 200, 300, 400 or 600 points after confirmation by a 1 or 5. 4x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 2000, 3000, 4000 or 6000 points after confirmation. There are 6 dice in play, but a maximum of 2 dice may remain, but at least one die must remain for the game to be scored. After the rules were set, Matteo asked about the stakes per game, whereupon Frank explained to him that we would normally only play just for fun, i.e. without stakes. Matteo then said, however, that it would be more interesting if the person who had thrown the least number of points had to take off an item of clothing. As a little thrill by the way. My opinion was NO, as I had just lost a bet with my girlfriend two days ago and as a punishment I was only allowed to wear one item of clothing per body region. So I only had a t-shirt, Adidas sports pants and my Adidas shoes ... ...not more. Of course, I did not say that, but instead said that a vote was needed. No wonder, the only one who was against this additional rule was me, but I was also the last one who was allowed to vote, and since I already knew the result, I voted for the rule extension with a better conscience. Sequel follows...

Been a long time reader, but first time poster. This story so inspired me, I got this tattoo yesterday.

Below is another bareback pozzing story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog. This one takes place in a bookstore and involves a frat boy and a daddy. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/frat-boy-pozzing.html ............................ I was at one of my favorite bookstores and in the mood to play. It was just after lunch time on a sunny Monday. I wasn't sure what I’d find, but it never hurts to look. The parking lot looked promising, anyway. I went in, leaned against the wall, and lit a cig, checking out who was there. There was a really hot Latino, a dude who reminded me of your typical Frat Boy, and the usual Trolls. I missed an opportunity to join Latino and Frat Boy. They entered a booth together. Damn! I popped in the various booths to see who else was playin’ but didn't find much. I lit another cig. The Latino left Frat Boy’s booth and headed for the exit. Hmmmmm, that was quick! But a couple minutes later he reappeared and knocked on the door. Needed Condoms or Lube or something, I surmised. Things didn't look promising, so I fed in some tokens, watched a Vid, and got myself hard. A couple bucks later, I wandered around to see if anyone new had come in. The black guy with the goatee was back—he’d fucked me a few weeks before. There was also an older black dude who went in the bathroom. He came out spouting one helluva bulge, and stroked it through his pants. I didn't even notice that the booth Frat Boy had occupied was vacant, until he emerged from another booth nearby. He sized me up, then reentered, leaving the door slightly ajar. I wondered if I should take the bait, or see what the black dudes had to offer. What the hell, Frat Boy was sexy—20’s 5'8" 135, shaved head, sweatshirt, olive pants, and combat boots. I entered his booth and locked the door behind me. After feeding some tokens into the Vid, we groped ourselves, each waiting for the other to make the first move. He finally did, and unzipped my jeans. He complimented me on my Cock size, and I felt him up. I got his pants down, then his tight whites, and out popped the perfect Sex Organ—trimmed blond pubes, smooth Balls, and a completely straight Cock, perfect thickness, and hard as a rock. He asked me what I was into. “Pretty much anything.” “You fuck?” “Sure.” "Wanna fuck me, or want me to do you?" “I usually Bottom.” “Condom?” "Prefer not." That turned him on. I sucked his Dick and got It nice and wet. “Drop your pants and bend over. Got any Lube?” I did not. He spotted a used Condom in the corner, picked it up and dumped whoever’s Cum onto his Cock and smeared the rest onto my Hole. Holy Shit! The Dude was a Sex Pig! He slid his meat all the way in and started to fuck me. God, that combination of Cock and Anonymous Jizm felt great! I’m a Super Pig, too! "I’m fucking your Ass bareback , Man. Damn this is hot! My bare Cock pluggin’ your Hole!" "Wanna Cum in me?” "Fuck, yeah!" "Flood my Hole, Man! Shoot in me!" After he’d Cum, I glanced through the Glory Hole, and the Goateed Black Dude was stroking his Rod. Frat Boy asked me if I wanted that Black Dick in me, too. I backed up to the hole. Frat Boy knew what was happening—the expression on my face told him all. He lay down on his back so he could look up and watch the Black Cock plow me. He told me that his Cum was oozing out of my Pussy, and reported, dismayed, that the Black Dude wore a Rubber. Still, Goatee knew how to fuck, and his hips gyrated like crazy. Black Goatee pulled out and Frat Boy got up. His neck and chest were splattered with Spooge that had dribbled out of my Pussy. I stuck my tongue through the Glory Hole. Black Goatee stripped off the Cum-filled Condom and plowed his thick Dick down my gullet. Frat Boy urged me to “Clean up that Shaft.” He wiped his own Cum off his chest, stroked It onto his hardening Tool, fingered my sloppy Hole, and thrust his Rod back up my Ass. Goateed Black Guy zipped up and left. The Older Black Dude entered the booth. He pulled out a stubby fat Cock with massive Balls and flipped both through the hole. Frat Boy pulled outta my Ass and sucked his Black Dick. The Black Dude’s Cock grew in length, but more so in girth. Frat Boy suggested I back up to the hole and see if the Black Guy would fuck me. I did so, and Older Black played with my Mancunt—then nothing. I glanced through in time to see him walk out. Frat boy put one arm around me and worked the digits of one hand up my used sloppy Hole, while he beat off with the other. "I wonder how many guys here are POZ ." I shrugged. He winked and shot his Load. I knelt in time to get most of It down my throat. We cleaned up, and he told me how fuckin’ hot it had been and how he hoped we could do it again. He left, and I leaned back against my favorite wall and smoked. I still hadn’t Cum. This Lumberjack type came in. He headed for one of the end booths, and I entered the adjoining one. It was getting late, and I really needed to get off. I didn't even look through the hole—just dropped my jeans and stroked my Dick. Needing coins for the Vid, I bent down to grab some tokens from my pants pocket. My Ass grazed the hole. Lumberjack thrust his Dick through and pushed against my Ass Crack. I squatted, spread my Cheeks, and guided his Cock into my Pussy. His belt buckle clanked against the partition with each thrust. I started jacking. As I shot, my Ass Muscles contracted tightly about his Pole. He spasmed and shot up my Ass. He beat a hasty retreat to the exit. On my drive home I wondered about Frat Boy, or Pig Boy, or whatever you wanna call him, and his comment to me: "I wonder how many guys here are POZ ." Strange he should mention that. Did either one of us care?

I've always enjoyed a Tuesday night or Sunday afternoon/evening at S.O.P at CS. Anyway a quick check of S.O.P's website..... Hi everyone. Sorry for the lack of news, but we now have some light at the end of the tunnel regarding Covid-19 and the vaccine. The total end to social distancing is still a way off, however, we are now talking to Central Station with regards to our eventual return. Please be patient and PLEASE WATCH THIS SPACE! So I would say that the demise of club nights at Central Station is far from being a done deal yet and there is still hope. My last night of fun here was NYE 31st December 2019 and what a night - left with a full belly and loaded up nicely after some hot raw action. I'll certainly add to the fund in the hope that the place doesn't close. We're losing way too many venues, pubs, clubs, saunas some since the covid crisis started but also several before the last 12 months. Guys if and when these places open again please use and support them wherever they are worldwide - USE IT OR LOSE IT!

Brent and Brad had been together many years. They had been high school sweethearts. Raised in Appalachia in deeply Christian families. Somehow they managed to graduate and get away to college with no one the wiser of their secret. They were roommates and self designed an extra circular course studying 'The Art of Gay Sex. ' They worked out together but were nowhere near gym bunnies or body builders. They were a short cute couple of twinks. After college they moved across the continent to start their careers in Seattle Washington; and, to liberate their sexuality. Their faith upbringing ran deep so they remained monogamous and continued to use condoms. Over the past year they had added gay porn to their sex lives. They were quite taken by surprise to see how much of it was barebacking. In the last three months they had stumbled on pozing porn and found Breeding Zone. They often read each other bed time stories from this site and Brad was particularly drawn to the bug chasing and gift giving fiction. They began to talk often about switching to raw fucking and opening the relationship to play together with other's. However they wanted to wait and start on some special occasion. Brad shared that he was becoming consumed with the idea of getting pozed and the fantasy of pozing willing bottoms. He hated his job and really wanted to become a naked message therapist. They had made a few private videos of their love making and toyed with the idea of creating a 'Just for Fans' account. Brent found this all hot and exciting but didn't share the desire to become poz. As Valentine's day approached Brent was very secretive about the special date he had planned. Brad ordered chocolates and flowers as usual. Brad's favorite meal was delivered by a handsome Uber Eats driver. As the driver was leaving Brent gave him a generous tip and a passionate kiss on the lips. Watching this got Brad so horny he had to reach into his trousers and adjust his growing erection. Brent said, "Great, that's the response I was hoping for." They enjoyed the meal with two bottles of expensive white wine by candle light. They were a bit tipsy when the doorbell rang. Brent made an excuse sending Brad to answer the door. He opened it to see a handsome six foot muscular man in a stylish suit and expensive white shirt half open revealing a carpet of dark hair on his muscular chest. The man at the door asked to be invited in to deliver a singing telegram to Brad. Before singing he removed his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves exposing beautiful hairy well developed arms. Brad moved to Brent's side and they kissed after the romantic little song. Their guest boldly walked over to them and planted kisses on their necks. He then silently motioned for Brad to finish unbuttoning his white shirt. Brad checked with Brent who was beaming. Brad's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned and pulled the shirt tails out. A biohazard tattoo adorned the hair trail leading toward their guests cock. Brad lovingly ran his fingers over the tattoo and the man undid the top of his pants guiding Brad's hand to his growing erection. This was soon peaking out over his 'Skull and Bone' jock strap. As this handsome devil removed the rest of his clothing Brent moved in behind Brad. He embraced Brad and gently started stripping off his clothes. As the muscle stud crouched to take Brad's cock in his mouth Brent said he would be right back. He quickly returned with a video camera trained on his naked lover receiving his first blow job from a stranger. Brad was clearly getting more and more excited, before he could blow his wad the stranger moved him and bent him over the couch. Again the stranger crouched, this time proceeding to eat out Brad's ass. After ten minutes of sloppy hole play the hunk stood, spit on his ten inch thick cock and started to press against Brad's hole. Brad asked Brent for a condom. Brent shook his head and said, "this is our special occasion babe,you don't need one."

We got hit hard by winter storms here in Dallas and its really ruined my ability to hook up as roads are icy and both my parents are at home. I could just about scream I'm so horny and it's hard to come up with an excuse to sneak out of the house to fuck. The local guys I often hook up with can't get out or can't host for a lot of the same reasons, but I did have one guy, Antonio, message me saying we could fuck in his garage if I didn't mind. I was so desperate I was down, plus he's hot straight Latino guy in his mid-20s with a nice long slender cock that gets way deep inside me. I figured I'd go for it and tell my mom I needed to get out of the house and take a walk. She of course fussed at me to make sure I had a hat, gloves, dressed warm, and brought a phone in case I fell, like I was a little kid. I did as she said so I wouldn't draw more questions or attention and headed out to my bud's place. Like a lot of guys my bud still lives with his parents and is at that tough point where he's dating a girl but hasn't married yet and is getting asked a lot of hard questions by his family. I don't want to add to his problems and besides, I love being his outlet. He'll let guys fuck him but not to the point where they cum inside him, he'll make you pull out to cum and suck you off, which is cool. I get that. He doesn't mind getting fucked and seems to like it, but its probably the whole machismo thing where he just can't let a guy cum in his ass. That said there have been "accidents" where I've cum inside him and I'm sure that's happened with other guys too. I walk down the alley towards his garage and I can see him through the partially open door as he waves at me. I step into the garage and he slowly closed the door trying to make as little noise as possible. even though the garage isn't attached to the house he's still nervous as his family is home and he locked the side door and leaned in to kiss me. Its cold in the garage but not as cold as outside and as he kisses me he pins me up against the car parked inside and I can feel his hard cock grinding on me. In my mind I'm trying to remember the last guy to fuck me and it was Friday...several days ago. I'm so horny Antonio could rape me right now and I wouldn't complain. He's clearly ready and turns me to face the car and is pulling down my pants and underpants and bending me over the hood. I can feel his spit hit my ass and I'm kind of freaking out as I haven't been fucked in days and am likely to be tight. I brace myself and try not to yell out or scream as Antonio enters me roughly, but I can't control it and he quickly covers my mouth as he forces more of his cock in me. And its bordering on rape as he forces more in me roughly without enough spit or lube and its painful as fuck. I'm willing to endure it so long as he cums soon and I can feel his precum slowly making it a little easier when he suddenly makes some loud groans and I can feel his cum flooding my ass. He's still thrusting hard and not slowing down and I can hear him whispering that he wants to put another load in me. His dick is moving a lot easier and I'm telling him how good he feels inside me, how bad I need his cum and want it. His dick is so long it hits a spot deep in my ass that sends wave after wave of pleasure through me. He's stroking long and deep, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in, driving deep into me as I rock the car side to side. I'm loving it and its sadly too soon when he blasts another load deep inside me with a satisfied grunt. Pulling out he playfully smacks my ass and says its his turn. I get up off the car and he drops his pants to his ankles and bends over the hood just as I was. I'm thinking Antonio would need some work opening up his ass and I start out fingering his ass as I spit on my fingers and at first he's moaning but before long he's hissing at me to just stick my cock in him already. I spit a few times on his ass as I stroke myself hard and start forcing my cock in his ass. He's softly crying out as I enter him but I don't give a shit as its what he wanted. Part of me wants to fuck him hard and without mercy since he wants my dick so bad. I'm fucking him way rougher than I normally do and he's moaning and crying out softly as I do and slowly the crying shifts to him saying how good my dick feels in him. I love it when Antonio gets all needy for cock and and I'm hoping he's wanting it again. He's let me cum inside him a few times, begging for it like a needy bitch and this seems like this is going to be one of those times. His ass started out really tight so I'm guessing my cock is giving him what he wants and needs and I have no intention of pulling out to cum. This little bitch is going to take my load whether he wants it or not. I stroking hard inside him and clearly he could tell I was getting close to cumming and he told me cum inside him. By now I was precumming like crazy and knew I was going to blast a huge load and soon did just that, letting out a satisfied groan as he softly moaning saying how good it felt. And it must have as I hadn't fucked in days and had a lot of cum built up. I kept stroking in him and asked if he was down to take another and he said he was. I kept stroking inside him as he was moaning with delight, saying how good my cock felt inside him and how bad he wanted my load. He gets like that sometimes, like a switch flips and he suddenly wants guys to cum in his ass. I wanna ride that for all its worth and take my time stroking inside him, delighting in hearing him moan and beg for my dick and cum, slowly building until I blast another load deep inside him. As soon as I'm done its clear he is too, telling me to pull out, which I do. He stands up and quickly pulls his pants back up, shivering from how cold they must be. I do the same and realize how cold it is with my clothes back on my legs. He pulls me in closely and starts kissing me deeply and I lean into him, pressing him against the car and we're making out intensely for a long time before he finally pulls back to catch his breath, saying how badly he needed to get fucked. I said I understood and I needed it too and that we could do it again this way. He laughed and said sure but said I needed to get going and went to unlock the side door, peering around first before waving me over to leave. I stepped out into the bitter cold again and could hear the door close and lock behind me. Even though its cold outside I was warm from all the hot fucking and knowing that hot stud let me cum in his ass again. Whatever hangups he has sometimes slip away and I'm glad to be there to exploit it.

Coming out on here is easy because it's so supportive of bug chasing. Coming out on twitter is harder so luckily @barebackrnb (on here) was kind enough to not only expose me to his followers, but to write a really sweet tweet! Thank you so much @barebackrnb, lot's of licks and love!!!!! Here's the tweet. My twitter is @yes2hiv Coming next I have my first date this Saturday with an HVL gifter 🙂 🙂

He guys! Here's a continuation of my first story, Pozzing Jeff. The first entry is also an entry in the "Tell me a story, PArt 2" thread. This will be a story I continue off and on. Enjoy the first part! ------- Jeff's Conquests Ch. 1 Bens POV I was boned the entire drive to Jeff's place. He said he had a surprise for me, although I couldn't for the life of me think of what it was. My thoughts were interrupted I approached his house and pulled into his driveway. At the same moment my phone buzzed. 'Good timing', I thought to myself. There was a text message on my phone which read <<Just walk in as soon as you get here. Dont worry about knocking >> I smiled walking to his door. I quickly shut it behind me before turning around and getting a view of the interior. The wet spot on my jeans doubled in size. Jeff's head was rolled back on the headrest with his arms outstretched along the back of the couch. He had his knees wide, allowing the slim twink with the brown spiked hair better access to his rock hard cock. He had slipped it out of his jeans and the slut was bobbing up and down on it like a pro. I slowly made my way over and took a seat next to him. He looked up and smiled at me with that look only some one in the throws of ecstasy can make. I smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and out tongues danced for a few minutes before he pulled back. “I was afraid we had scared you off,” I admitted. “Well, for the first two days you did. I kept going over it in my mind. I was so conflicted. I was so horny, yet so scared.” “So what happened?” I asked. He leaned back up, gave me a quick kiss and answered "Well, I got sick. Not terribly, but enough to know what was happening. You see, the whole time I obsessed over it, I never got around to getting to the doctor,” he said with a smile. "Officially I got the news yesterday.” I leaned down, gave him a sloppy kiss, and murmured “Fuck baby, that's so hot. You're carrying my strain.” “Fuck yeah I am. I was so boned in the doctor's office. By the time I got back to the car my briefs were soaked with precum.” “Damn, that's fuckin' hot, babe. You on meds yet?” “Not yet. Not sure if or when I will go on them.” “Great," I grunted, asking “so, who is this beautiful cocksucking slut?” “This is Andrew. Andrew, this is Ben.” Andrew paused, looked over at me, and without saying a word, unzipped my pants, although before he took my cock in his mouth, he did murmur “Pleased to meet you.” “Fuck,” I moaned. His mouth was like silk. I let him work my cock for a few minutes before turning back to Jeff and asking “How'd you two meet?” “Breeding Zone. He saw a comment I left on a story and messaged me. We made arrangements for tonight, and the rest, as they say, is history. I didn't tell him about you until you walked in.” “Fucking hot. Holy fuck that mouth is so hot. I was edging at home, and boy, he's got me fuckin close.” Andrew pulled off my cock and slowly jerked me, giving me a broad smile of self satisfaction, only to comment “We can't have that. Your load needs to go somewhere else.” I looked back at him, returned his smile and asked “You know what you're getting into?” “Fuck yeah. My boyfriend has fantasized about getting me pozzed. Figured it was time to surprise him,” he answered, matching my smile. “Fucking hell that's hot!” I exclaimed as I leaned down and kissed him, cuffing him lightly as I praised him saying “Good boy.” Jeff leaned over to whisper in my ear while Andrew returned to his cock. A smile quickly spread across my face as I got up, took my pants off and left the room. I was back in less than a minute after finding what I was looking for. I got on the floor behind Andrew and lowered his pants. Fuck his ass was beautiful. He was thin, but beautifully sculpted. His ass was perfect, round and tight, and his cheeks parted ever so slightly, allowing me a peak at the prize just beyond. I couldn't help myself and leaned in and pressed my tongue from bottom to top, causing him to push back against my face and to moan around Jeff's dick. Jeff in the meantime threw his head back against the couch. I spent about twenty minutes eating the slut's hole. He was having a difficult time sucking dick while trying to fuck himself on my tongue. I could feel how tight he was; I could barely get my tongue any deeper than his opening. Both of our dicks were leaving a pool of precum on the floor. Pulling back I admired his hole. He was thin and hairless, his tight hole was glistening and peaking back at me. I grabbed the Elbow Grease (I'll need to tell Jeff it's my favourite) and applied some to Andrew's hole. He may have looked tight, but my finger slid in easily, and in no time, another slipped in beside. The slut was ready. I pulled out the toothbrush that Jeff had me grab and slowly slid it into Andrew's hole. He grunted and looked back at me. I pulled out the brush and showed him, explaining “Relax baby,” as I reinserted the brush, adding “We're just getting you ready to accept our seed.” He pushed his ass back towards me and returned to Jeff's dick. For ten minutes I slowly worked that brush in and out of him. He grunted in pain a few times, but for the most part he moaned in genuine pleasure. In no time the bristles were a light shade of pink, and I knew he was ready. For that matter, so to was I - or so the large pool of precum on the floor under my cock seemed to indicate. “Looks like you're ready, slut,” I said, showing him the brush. “Jeff, would you like to to he honours?” “Fuck yeah!” “Remember to savour it. This is the first time your cock has been in an ass since converting. This your first poz cock, boy?” “Yes sir. I've never been so turned on!” “Good boy. Why don't you climb on top of Jeff? I think it's time for you to get pozzed up.” I didn't need to say anymore as Andrew slowly got up, removed the balance of his clothing and climbed up on the couch. Jeff in the mean time lubed his cock and was holding it straight up, primed to take Andrew's poz cherry. Jeff was leaking like a faucet. More than I was in fact. I understood how he was feeling. This is his first ass after learning he was poz, and even more exciting was the fact that the hole was neg and wanted his poz cock. Andrew straddled Jeff and slowly began to impale himself on his cock. I sat back on a chair opposite them and jerked myself watching them. Both threw their heads back amd moaned as Andrew made his way to the base of Jeff's cock. Andrew remained motionless for a moment before slowly starting to rise up on the rock hard piece of flesh inside him before slowly dropping back down. I couldnt help but think how hot it would be for Andrew to have a biohazard sign tattooed on his lower back. Fuck my cock was so sore! “Fuck Jeff your cock is so big!” “You like that cock, faggot? That's a real man's cock fucking you.” "Hell, fuck yes, Sir. Poz my ass, please?” "Yeah you want my toxic seed? I'm almost there, faggot. You sure you want it?” "Oh fuck yes! I need it so bad! Please poz me up! I need your HIV!” “Ugh, fuck, here it cums! Fuck your ass is so tight! Ugh, ugh, ugh, fucking take it!” And with that Jeff started to unload into Andrew. I could see his hole quiver from my seat, and I could see the spasms of his cock as he fired off his potent seed into the willing slut. I needed a piece of that! “Oh fuck I can feel it!” exclaimed Andrew as he came to rest on Jeff's thighs. He leaned down and kissed before slowly getting off and laying on the couch next to his breeder. He had that blissed out well fucked expression on his face. I couldn't take it anymore and got up. “You ready for another poz cock?” I asked, my hard cock pointing the way. “I'm not sure. He really fucked me good!” “Too bad. You got me all worked up and I need to breed. Get on the floor, I've got a potent load for you as well. “Yes Sir!” Andrew saluted before getting off the couch. “How do you want me?” “On your knees, face down, ass up.” He assumed what I think of as the perfect cumdump position. There was a light ring of cum around his hairless ass, and as I was lined-up my cock to his hole, a small drop of Jeff's seed escaped. “Fuck your hole is so beautiful. I cant wait to destroy it!” I remarked as I slid balls deep into him. “Fuck me! I need it so bad!” “I'm not going to last long! I've been on edge for hours!” “Give it to me! Poz me up!" “Fuck, stud, here it cums! Take my toxic seed!” With that I slammed into his ass and unloaded my two day load. “Fuck!” Andrew screamed and I felt his hole clamp down on my cock. I knew what was happening. Jeff did the same thing when I first unloaded into him. The slut was cumming. After a minute to catch my breath, I slowly pulled out of Andrew. A torrent of cum poured out of his ass. Jeff appeared with the same butt plug I gave to him the night we destroyed his ass. He slid it into Andrew. “Keep that in for as long as you can. And when you get the fuck flu call me!” “Will do!” We slowly got dressed and chatted for a bit while drinking beer. Andrew has a smile on his face the entire time. I can't wait to hear what his fiance thinks!

I love fucking blindfolded/hooded cumdumps just cause I know he is a total fucking whore. lt takes a special level of faggot to be so cockhungry that you will let absolutely ANYONE fuck you up the ass bareback. Even more so if you don't even want to see who is fucking you, so you know he is trashy as fuck, probably loaded with cum, and nicely used. So easy, prelubed with warm jizz, no questions asked and no effort to fuck. I like the blindfold better than the sling sometimes cause the tops can see who the slut is but he doesn't have any idea who we are. But sometimes I like the hood cause it reminds the bottom that we don't give a fuck who he is or what he looks like. Next best thing to using some faggots hole through a glory hole

Hey everyone, I'm glad people are still reading this story! In fact, it has encouraged me to finish the next chapter! Enjoy! PS, if the story makes you hard/cum, feel free to post any pics 🙂 Jeff's Conquests Ch. 2 Jeffs POV It's amazing how the virus gets into every inch of your body. I can feel it running through my veins, in my brain, and most importantly, in my hole, and my cock. My cock. My poz cock. Fuck i loved the sound of that. I laid back in bed and slipped my hand down my briefs and grabbed my dripping cock. The wet spot on the front got bigger. Fuck, I thought, I may as well lose them now. It didn’t take long for them to end up on the floor. I thought back to the night we pozzed Andrew. I could still remember the feel of his tight, smooth hole on my cock. My precum was leaking almost non stop at this point. I used my thumb to smear the slick fluid around my cock head before sucking the rest off. Even my precum tastes sweeter since I converted. Ive been with a couple of guys since that night, but both times it was just head. I needed to fuck some ass again. Maybe even get my ass used, been longer since i was last fucked. My thoughts drifted back to Andrew. He was the first, and only, guy I had fucked since i got the news. The look of pure bliss on his face the moment I started shooting my toxic load in him will forever be etched into my memory. I was in the same boat the night it happened to me. I let my hand drift back down to my cock. I was surprised at how wet and slick it was. My fingers were covered in no time, and slowly I dropped my hand lower. My legs went wide all on their own, as my fingers brushed acoss my hole. I scooped up more of my juice and smeared it around my ass. I slipped one finger in, quickly followed by two. I was moaning in no time. After what felt like an eternity, though more like 5 minutes, I pulled my fingers out and rolled over to I could reach in the night stand drawer. I pulled out my Pierre Fitch dildo and my Elbow Grease lube before noticing the condoms and Astroglide at the bottom of the drawer. I chuckled before closing the drawer. I slicked the dildo up and started teasing my hole with it. I decided not to touch my cock yet. I was already on edge. I pressed the dildo up against my hole and immediately it was sucked in. Fuck I needed this! In no time it was balls deep. I kept it there for a few minutes, just taking in the fullness. My hole throbbed around its girth, and my cock was leaking a steady stream. The hair on my stomach was matted and shiny. I slowly eased the toy out, almost to the head, and pushed it in just as fast. I was involuntarily moaning and slowly picked up the pace. The image of Andrew riding my poz cock flashed in my mind. He was so turned on taking my toxic dick. I remembered his moans, how he begged me for my poz cock, and how much I wanted to give it to him. In that moment, I had intense desire to give him my HIV. I wanted to make this slut positive like me. I wanted to see him get knocked up, knowing hes going back and riding his neg boyfriend with his poz ass. I was getting close, and the dildo was hitting all the right spots. I picked up the pace and started pounding my ass with it. Each thrust was jabbing right into my prostate. I thought back to Andrew and relived the moment I shot my toxic load into his neg ass and the cum started spewing from my cock. My hole clamped down on the toy in the same way Andrews hole clamped down on my cock. After five or six big squirts, I was covered from my neck to belly button in precum and jizz. I was spent, and spent the next few minutes sprawled on the bed and panting. The toy was still lodged deep in my ass, as I continued to spasm around it. I must have fallen asleep because when I next looked at the clock it was after 1 AM. I gingerly pulled the dildo out of my ass and slowly made my way to the shower. After a quick rinse, I got back in bed without grabbing another pair of underwear. My thoughts remained on Andrew as I quickly drifted back off. The last thing I remember before nodding off was a stirring in my cock, and a tingle in my ass. Andrews POV I'm not sure how long I sat in the car, staring out the window. I just left the doctors office. They wanted to talk to me about the results of the blood I had drawn last week. The appointment seemed to drag on, but finally they let me go with a small pile of pamplets, a bag of condoms and a referral to a specialist. I looked at the goodies on the passenger seat before something caught my eye. I looked down at my pants and noticed a large wet spot and a very noticeable bulge in my jeans. A smile slowly crept across my face as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I began typing a message with one hand while massaging my cock with the other. <<Just left the Doctors ;)>> I put the phone on the seat next to me and continued rubbing my cock through my jeans. The wet spot got larger. The phone buzzed as another spurt of precum oozed out of me. <<Oh fuck dude, really? Are you?>> read the text. I smiled and took a pic of my crotch. Thankfully the sun was bright enough to show the wet spot. I quickly fired off a reply. <<What do you think?>> followed by the pic. <<Oh shit dude! Seriously? Thats so fucking hot!>> <<All thanks to you and Ben. I'm still sitting here in the parking lot, and im horny as hell!>> <<LOL! I know the feeling. I was the same way. What are you going to do now?>> <<My ass got so hungry when they told me I have HIV. My boyfriend is at home right now, so I'm going to go see what sort of trouble we can get into ;)>> <<Lucky bf 😉 Message me later when youre all fucked out, and maybe we can arrange for an encore performance!>> <<Mmmm.....I'd love that. Chat later stud! Thanks again!>> <<Will do! And you're welcome, slut.>> I smiled and put the phone back in my pocket. The conversation, though brief, had done nothing to relieve my throbbing cock. I quickly started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I was back home in no time. I found Rob in the kitchen reading the paper. As was usual, he was wearing a tshirt and a pair of tight briefs. The black cotton clung to his ass perfectly, and the wet spot on my jeans got larger. I stood there staring at him for a few minutes before he noticed me. He smiled as soon as he saw me and before I knew it, I had crossed the room and started kissing him. He could feel how hard I was as soon as I pressed up to him. He moaned into my mouth and started rubbing me through my pants. “Fuck baby, you've only been gone a couple of hours. Miss me that much?” “You have no idea,” I laughed. “I just got really horny when I was out.” “I can tell” he said. I could feel him now. He pressed his cock into mine. I needed him bad. I grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed as soon as we got there. “Hungry, baby?” he asked, standing over me. My eyes were glued to his cock. “Yes Sir.” “Want my cock, baby?” he asked, slowly massaging his cock through his briefs. It was enough to break my concentration. I looked up at him. “Please Sir, I need it so bad.” He pulled off his shirt before ordering me to take my clothes off. In no time I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. He spent the next few minutes grinding his crotch into my face before telling me to pull his underwear down. I didn't need to be told twice! In no time i had his briefs pulled off and his rock hard 7” cut cock was buried in my throat. I spent the next 15 minutes working my boyfriends cock over. Slow, fast, shallow, deep, I did what ever I could to make Rob feel good. We were FWBs long before we started dating, so I always had a special place in my heart for his cock. “Get on the bed. Face down, I need that pussy,” he ordered me, ending my worship session with his cock. “Yes Sir.” I love when he orders me around like this. I scrambled onto the bed from the floor and pushed my head to the mattress as I got up on my knees. I could feel my hole twitching as I exposed myself to him. “Fuck baby, your hole is beautiful. I'm gonna make it feel so good.” “Please, Rob, I need you so bad.” He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slid a finger into me. I couldnt help it and started moaning. “What do you need?” “Your cock, Sir.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” I breathed out. “And your cum.” “You need my cum?” “Yeah I do.” He laughed. “You always need my cum!” “I love taking cum, Sir.” “I know you do. You get so hungry for it. How many loads do you have in there now?” “None, Sir.” “Bad boy. You know how much I love fucking you loaded,” he said, sliding a second, and then third finger into me. I got lost in the sensations for a moment as he started hitting all the right spots inside me. “You know how much easier my fingers slide in and out of you when you have another mans load in you.” He accented his words with the thrusts of his fingers. I felt a little bad for a moment, then remembered that I was just too horny and his cock was the only one I needed at the time. “Sorry, stud. Next time, I promise. You know how much I love giving you my cummy hole,” I finally managed to get out. “That's ok, baby. You just got horny, didn't you?” It's like he had read my mind. 'Fuck, I love this man,' I thought. “Yes baby,” I moaned. “Please?” I was getting desperate. Thats all it took. He pulled out and put his cock to my hole, and pressed the head in. I moaned and tried to push back, but he stopped me, pulling out. Once I stopped moving, he sunk his head back in and stopped once more. I moaned into the mattress, and waited for him to continue. He just stood there, motionless for the next five minutes or so, and just kept telling me how he was going to fuck me, and how he was going to make my pussy his. After what seemed like an eternity, I sank balls deep in one long, slow, thrust. My hole opened around his thick cock as he slid into me. For the next half hour, not a word was spoken, save for a few curses from me. Otherwise the only sounds were my moans and the sounds of my wet hole. His pace never changed beyond the long, slow strokes he was taking. He knew what I liked, and within minutes precum started pouring from my cock and never stopped. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. “I need to ride you. Please? Please Sir, can I ride your cock?” I love riding his cock and he knows it. It feels incredible watching him lay there, just letting me do all the work, and seeing the look of pleasure on his face. He didnt need much more encouragement, as he pulled out of me and laid back against the pillows. I quickly moved over to him and slowly sat back on his cock, savouring every inch as he sank into me. He closed his eyes and for the next fifteen minutes I did everything I could to make him feel good. His stomach was covered in my precum, matting the hair there, and I could tell from the wetness in my ass that he was leaking the same amount into me. I was starting to get close, and I could tell Rob was too. I decided it was time to tell him. I slowed down a bit before saying “I was out at the clinic earlier.” I waited for his reaction. He moaned before opening his eyes. “Yeah?” “Yeah, I needed to get tested. Remember that fever I had last week?” I felt him get harder. “Fuck. Yeah I do.” “I'm positive, baby.” I sank balls deep on him and just stayed there. His eyes shot open. “Fuck! You are?!” “Just found out an hour ago. Thats why I needed to come home so fast.” I didnt think it was possible, but I felt him get even harder. “For real? I have an HIV positive hole on my cock?” He asked, with a look of lust on his face. “Yeah you do, baby. You like my poz hole on your neg cock?” The look on his face turned to hunger as he grabbed me and quickly rolled us over until I was on my back. Never once did his cock leave my hole. As soon as we settled, he tackled my mouth with his. He started thrusting into me, first slow, then picking up the pace. He kept repeating this pattern, driving me wild. “Who did it, do you know?” I quickly recounted my night with Jeff and Ben, between moans and kisses. His thrusting started to change, and I knew he was going to shoot. I looked him in the eyes. “Do it baby. Give me your cum. Shoot it in my poz ass. Give me your neg load.” That was all it took, as Rob thrust deep into me and started moaning uncontrollably. I felt his cock spasm in me as he filled my ass with his cum. That was all it took for me as I started shooting my load between us. After what felt like forever, Rob collapsed on me, and kissed me between breaths, his cock never shrinking. He caught his breath and kissed me one more time, though slower, and deeper. He pulled back and smiled at me. “Congratulations baby! I know how much you wanted this.” I smiled at him, satisfied. We spent the next ten minutes making out, with his cock buried deep in my ass. He kept telling me that he was happy for me, and loved feeling my poz ass around his cock, and I was glad I was able to make him feel so good. “Thank you for encouraging me baby. I'm glad I can give you a poz ass to fuck.” “You still got that guys number? Maybe we should invite him over sometime.” He slowly started moving in me again. I moaned as I enjoyed his cock for a few minutes. “Yeah Ido.” “Good.” And that is what kicked off round two. He bred me twice more that night, each time telling me how much he wanted to feel toxic cum around his cock. BY the time we finished, it was too late, and we were too tired for supper. We took a hot shower before crawling into bed. We were out in no time.

If you're not sure, get on PrEP first. If you decide after a while that you really want to convert, you can quit it then. Doing things the other way around doesn't give you a chance to change your mind.

This is all just fiction never really happened.Just a huge fantasy of mine. Also i know i have really bad grammar and spelling. part 1 Nick was a pretty nice fun shy guy but was also had a bit a pervy side. So he would go on sex sites and talk to other guys about these fetishes that he has and listened to what they would do to him and leed them on with no real intention of going thru with it just to get off. Well there was one guy John who he talked to regularly on bbrt about hooking up at a hotel and being bound and fucked. Well time went on and eventually just talking about it wasnt cutting it anymore he needed the real thing so he messaged John and told him that he wanted to meet up and finally do it. But that he was nervous about it so it would prefer it if he brought a condom. John agreed saying he already has one in his pocket ready to go! John told him that he got a hotel room and where it was. Nicks heart was pounding he took a shower put on a jock some basket ball shorts and a tank top. When he arrived he sat in the parking lot for about 10 min wondering if he should just make an excuse and leave. But he thought about the what was going to happen and decided to just go and do it. So he headed up to the hotel room knocked on the door and john answered wearing noting but a towel. Nicks face grew red and he walked inside and didnt say a word john dropped his towel and told Nick to get to sucking. He wasted no time and was on his knees. He blew him for about 5 min getting him nice and hard. Then jihn said "thats enough lets get down to what you came here for. Take off your clothes." Nick slowly got up and started undressing until he was wearing nothing but his jock and very nervously asked what the safty word would be. John let hik know that its banana. With that John spun him around and threw him on the bed face down and began to bind him to the bed spread eagle. He asked if there was any room to pull free. Nick pulled on all the restraints and couldnt budge at all. Nick said "no i cant im stuck." "Good now its time for the fun to start." John said. And then put a gag in Nicks mouth saying that a safety word would just take the fun away. And with that he grabbed a bottle of what looked like white somewhat hand soap. John assured him that its just some "special" lube and would make it feel so much better. And with that he started to lube Nick up telling hiw nice his smooth hole looked and started to tease it with his cock pocking the head all around lubbing it even more with precum. He started to poke his head in and out pushing more and more "lube" into him. He kept this going until Nicks hole swollowed almost the whole bottle. And then started to push his cock all the way in then Nick started screaming thru the gag. "Oh right the condom" John said "let me grab it" with that John still a little inside Nicks hole leaned over to the nightstand the weight and angle he was leaning pushed his cock balls deep into Nicks hole. Which made him scream out into the gag. "Oh right forgot inwas still inside of you. Gotta say you feel amazing!" "Dont worry i got the condom just let me enjoy this a bit" he said as he started to thrust in and out harder and harder finally pulling out all the way witha rope of "lube connecting from his cock head to Nicks hole. "I think i used to much lube its just pooring out of you!" He said as he was opening the condom. He then grabed his phone and took a picture. "This is just a keeps sake for tonight" He then started to alighn his cock against Nicks hole again "dont worry i have the condom. But wait didnt you say you wanted it here you go" he then reached around under nick and put the condom on Nicks cock. " theres your condom were using as agreed" and with thatbhe went balls deep into Nicks hole again bare! Nick tried to struggle and get him off but he was bound and couldnt fight him he was taking his first anonymous cock bare. "Oh come on it cant get any wurst that lube your full of is actually my cum jar each time you blew me off i blew a load inside so you could still get it" Nick really starting fighting after hearing this "oh yeah keep fighting it! Tighten that hole fuck yeah feels nice! You gonna make me shoot some more of this pozz load inside of you at that rate!" Nick started whimpering and bucking a bit more but when he did John thrust as deep as he could and Nick started to feel his cock pulsing leaving another load. "Fuck yeah that was well worth the wait to pozz that nice ass!" John then thrust a couple more time and started to pull out stoped at the halfway point and took another picture, pulled all the way out and continued taking pictures, he started to spred Nicks cheeks taking more pictures. "Oh dont wory the fun is just getting started! Ive been talking to some guys on bbrt about you standing people up just to get yourself off well i told them about tonight and how they will finally get a turn on you. Isnt that great also figured id post an add on craigslist too see who all shows up. Pimp this nice ass out to get my money back for this room fugured 5 dollors a nutt would do tho your going to be a bit sore by time were done." Nick layed there quite then there was a knock at the door. John answered "nice to see you guys could make it! I broke him in for ya im gonna go home take a shower i posted an add on craigslist too so there should be alooooot of guys showing up dont turn anyone away everyone gets a turn. Ill be back tomorrow some time hes yours in the mean time see ya" Nick was crying hearing this then what sounded like 6-10 people walked in. "Damn he really went to town on that ass!" One of the voices said "were about to have a fun time tonight!" Another guy said. And with that i end part one im not really good at writing stories but if you guys like it ill continue!

Obviously some guys are into this, but i don't get into being forced or bullied at all, it has the opposite effect on me. To me, any guy who has to use physical force doesn't know his real power. For me the most effective humiliation/degradation is what i perceive as "affectionate" or "matter of fact" behavior where the Top clearly understands the effect He has on His bottom and know how to elicit submission from him. For instance, piss. A top might force or bully a bottom to take his piss, but has he really gotten full submission? For me, the real power dynamic happens when a Top knows how to use His power and position to get the bottom to crave Him, His pleasure, in this case, His piss, to the point He will sincerely even beg for it. The Top can smile with understanding that He didn't just force His bottom to take something, but got His bottom to want and need it.

11 with my older sister's 27 yo bf.

I was with my late husband for 14 years. During that time, I was always the bottom although he liked fingering my cummy hole until I shot down his throat after he bred me. He was very dominant, and I generally addressed him as "Daddy" throughout our relationship. Once we were living together we sorted out household jobs according to who preferred or was better at them. He thought it was stupid to let our sexual vibe control the rest of our lives.

Raw cock head pressuring his vulnerable hole Brad couldn't believe his ears. "Fuck, you sure hon?" "Couldn't be more sure", smiled Brent "So are you really poz?" Brad asked the stranger. "Oh yeah" the casual response. "But you must be undetectable. Right?" "Fuck no! I have a massive viral count. Your hubby invited me to knock you up Brad. Happy Valentine's." "Fuuuuuuccck mee! Are you sure Brent?" Brent responded, "It's what you want babe. I just want to see my hubby happy. Besides, I started PreP three months ago. Go for it buddy!" By this point the thick head had penetrated Brad's stretched outer ring. The gifter knew to allow lots of time for Brad to adjust to his massive member. After a couple minutes of pushing he'd only gotten an inch and a half into Brad. Brad stopped his breeder and motioned for him to sit on the couch. Brad then climbed up and straddled his new fuck buddy looking him straight in the eyes. He proceeded to sit on the massive naked poz pole. His grimace had a sheen of joy as he slowly yet steadily sank down on the stiff rod. He hesitated a split second but painfully pushed on down to break through his second ring. As the pain transitioned to pure pleasure he began bouncing as if riding at the rodeo. His gifter certainly had endurance as they fucked in four or five different positions over the next hour or so. Brent also now naked kept filming accept those times he would stop to suck Brad's cock or eat out the gifters hole. "You guys better be sure about this 'cause your man here is about to get my three day fuckin load flooding his torn up ass. Can't stop me now! Argh! Fuuuuuuccck! Fuuuuuuccck! Fillin you, you fuckin faggot! Only took the one load to infect the other two guys I've knocked up." Brad couldn't feel the cum but counted seven body contractions pulse through his gifter. With the huge naked cock still in Brad Brent managed camera contortions to film himself impaling on Brad's raw cock for the first time ever. Brad was so horned up Brent was barely fully penetrated when Brad's cum spewed into his ass guts. When they were untangled the gifter bent over the couch and received Brent's load deep in his fuck shoot. Two and a half weeks later the gifter was back pumping an insurance load in a very sick and sweaty Brad. As soon as Brad recovered from the fuck flu the high school sweethearts began entertaining a different man every other night of the week and most weekends. Brad registered in massage school, and they practice 'The Art of Bareback Gay Sex.'

I was 10 when an older boy (16) made me suck his dick or he would beat me up, I think he knew I enjoyed it and told all the boys that I like to suck dick. One by one they all found out I did. News got around that I would "take it" for you and a man (26) cornered me in his garage and let me suck his dick, first time I swallowed. I have been sucking cock everywhere and anywhere I can.

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

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

Hey guys, this is my first story and my first creative writing in a long time. Your feedback is welcomed! I hope it's not too much setup before we get to the good stuff, but I intend to keep writing about Brian, so I want you to know who he is. I wrote the first couple chapters before posting anything, but there is more to come. Hope you enjoy! *********** Chapter 1 - Brian Brian had never shivered like this before. Sure, growing up in a skinny kid in New England, he was used to feeling cold in the winter. But it wasn’t the cold making his teeth chatter as he drove his crappy old Grand Cherokee down a perfectly normal suburban side street at 1am. He was nervous. Probably excited too, but mostly nervous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get fucked. Brian was a quiet, nerdy, awkward high school senior. He spent most of his time playing video games or camping, hanging out with a few friends now and then, and being alone a lot. It’s not really how he wanted to be living, but he just figured it was who he was. At school, he was a straight-A student, but not quite the star pupil. He’d get into a decent college with no problem. He had some extra-curriculars under his belt: debate, volunteering. He did what he needed to do to get into college and satisfy the expectation that he do something with his time. He was an athlete too. It wasn’t that big of a part of his life, but it checked a box. He played tennis (which he wasn’t very good at) and ran cross country. It’s about all you could expect from a kid his size. He was 5’7”, 125lb on a good day. He wasn’t one of those kids who were complete sticks, but there was no getting away from the fact that he was scrawny. The tennis and cross country at least gave him a nice perky ass, thin defined legs, and kept him a few crunches away from a six pack, if he had tried. On his head was a mop of light brown hair that he didn’t really do much with, not too short but not too long. He didn’t think of himself as hot, at all, and he didn’t do any favors for himself with how he dressed. Knee-length cargo shorts and a not-fitted but not-baggy t-shirt typically did the trick. He wasn’t a skater kid, swimming is his clothes, but neither did he wear anything that would show off his thin but fit body. If he had dressed differently, if he had thought about himself differently, he could have been decently “hot”. But he didn’t have the confidence for it. So, Brian spent a lot of time at his computer, watching and waiting as high school quickly sped by. He was waiting for that girl to fall into his lap and be his girlfriend. For the kiss at the dance, the awkward date, the “first time”. He wanted that feeling of walking in to school the day after losing his virginity with the swagger he imagined the other guys had, even if he’d never actually looked at a classmate and thought “he looks like he got laid last night”. He was frustrated that things weren’t working out, but he was also beginning to be confused. Confused by a boy named Jake. Jake and Brian weren’t close, or even really friends. There were classmates, sharing physics, history, and gym that year. They knew each other, they were cordial, but they didn’t hang out. But Brian had caught himself starting to watch Jake, to let his gaze linger on him longer than normal, to have him pop up in his mind when he was partaking in certain private activities in which girls were supposed to be the primary motivation. He didn’t think he was gay, but then why was it whenever he was lying in bed, cock in hand, that when Jake entered the fantasy, he’d get harder than ever? One night, as he laid back against his pillow, cum covering his bare chest, he accepted that he probably was in to guys. He couldn’t get it out of his mind the entire day at school. Even his friend Rachel had to break him out his daze at one point. “Brian, are you with us?” she said at the lunch table. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something.” “What?” “Oh, um, nothing, did you do your homework for calculus?” That night, after his parents were asleep, he opened his laptop, fired up a private browser, and hesitantly typed in “gay porn” for the first time.

POZ Massage Part I of II I met Brendan online on an M4M Masseur website. My boyfriend was out of town, and I thought maybe I would get a massage. I knew I wanted a massage from a hot guy, but I figured that's where I would draw the line. After all, my boyfriend and I had decided to try being monogamous for a while, and I was determined to respect that. Out of all of the pages I looked at, Brendan seemed the most clean guy, an All-American jock-type who probably wasn't even gay. He had a few photos posted, some in workout clothes, and some shirtless on a beach somewhere. He had a great body, wide shoulders, built slightly-furry chest, slim waist, and ripped abs. I saw that he had some “locked” pics and sent a message asking if he could send me the code to unlock them. Within less than a minute, he had responded with a nice note saying he was immediately available for out calls along with the unlock code. I drooled when I saw the first private pic. A shot of his back with his muscular ass on display, showing his big ballsac hanging down between his legs. The next one showed him bending over and spreading his asscheeks. The final one was a frontal shot. I first noticed his big thick 7” dripping uncut hardon with a huge D-shape Prince Albert piercing. A few moments later, I saw his tattoo above his bushy dark pubes. I knew immediately it was a biohazard tattoo that meant he was POZ. I trembled all over thinking of this POZ hunk giving me a rubdown. I knew since I only wanted a massage, I would go for it. We agreed on a price and I gave him my address. I ran to the ATM to get the cash to pay him and then hopped in the shower. I couldn't help but finger my hole a little as I showered. Brendan arrived right on time with his folding table under his beefy arms. Every bit as stunning as his pics, he was wearing cut-off sweatpant shorts and a muscle T-shirt that showed off his gorgeous physic. He grinned at me as I shook his hands taking in his masculine form. He smiled saying that he knew the building and had given massages here before. I wondered which of my neighbors let this POZ stud give them a rubdown. He sat up the table as I got him a glass of water. He gave me a CD to play to help relax and I put it in the player. He handed me a smallish towel and asked me to undress. He left the room while I changed out of my clothes and I laid face-down on the table, my face cradled by a green foam ring. I heard Brendan coming back, and lifted my head. I was shocked that he was naked when he came back in the room, his big pierced dick soft and swinging against his legs as he sauntered over to me. “I find it's more relaxing if we're both naked. Is that okay?” I already felt cotton-mouthed, but nodded that it would be fine. He gently laid my head down into the foam ring and straightened out my arms against my sides. He kneaded my shoulders and my upper arms before moving lower to the small of my back and then to my ass. He rolled my cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide. I'm sure he got a great peek at my asshole as he worked my ass. He squirted massage oil repeatedly until my back was a sweetly-scented sticky mess and his hands slid smoothly over my curves and into my crack. This whole time, he was standing to the side of the table. I felt his hairy bare legs graze my arm and hand as he worked back and forth alongside me. At one point, I felt his fingers getting close to my asshole, and I could swear his was rubbing his fingertip practically into me. I let out a moan, and he held still. He then put one of his hands over mine and place his hardening cock onto my upturned palm. I didn't know if I should squeeze back or not, but he would up swiveling his hips enough that he was practically fucking my hand. After a few minutes of him working my ass with his dick in my hand, I got up the courage to wrap my hand around his cock and give it a good squeeze. He moaned back with approval as he worked my upper legs and then my feet. When he got to my feet, he pulled away from my hand, which suddenly felt empty. “You like a little assplay?,” he asked me as he took my feet in his strong hands. “Ummmm Hmmmm...” was all I could muster. With that, he mounted the table, straddling my upturned ass. I could feel his hair low-hanging balls and that cold cock piercing against my ass. I shivered as he leaned forward and ran his elbows up and down my back. I was in heaven, practically putty in his hands. After a few strokes, I felt the head of Brendan's cock at my ass. “You okay with me teasing your, hole, man? You know I'm POZ, right?” “Right....,” I muttered back. I myself wasn't sure if I was answering whether or not I knew his status or if I liked him teasing my hole. Either way, I felt him slide in first one greased-up finger, then two. The whole time, he kept massaging my cheeks with his free hand, and slapping my ass with his raging hard POZ cock. “You like that, man? Want something bigger.” “Ummmmmmmm Hmmmmm......,” I moaned back at him, expecting another finger, or perhaps a dildo. What I wasn't expecting was the tip of his pierced cock to slip into me painlessly without any resistance. In that moment, my mind was flooded with my promise of monogamy to my boyfriend at the same time as knowing the dangers of fooling around bare with POZ guys. It felt so good though that I didn't dare ask him to stop. “You ready for more of that? I've got six or seven more inches of where that came from.” “Okay, Brendan. Just put it in. Don't fuck me or anything, just put it in.” I couldn't believe the words that had just escaped my mouth. Brendan eagerly responded by slowly but steadily sinking his POZ cockmonster deeper and deeper into my raw hole. He stayed hard in me for at least ten minutes as he worked my shoulders, not pumping in and out, but pulsing deep inside me. I felt him slowly start to work his cock in and out, each stroke a bit further in and out, and in and out. It hadn't hurt at all given so much massage oil as lube, but now it felt different, almost creamy. I thought it must have been his precum oozing out of his POZ cock that was easing the way now. Brendan pulled my ass a bit higher so I was on my knees and elbows. He reached around to my crotch to find my own drippy cock so hard and sticky that it was matted to my pubes and belly. He wrapped his hand around my cock and allowed me to fuck myself into his hand. He remained still, so I was also fucking myself onto his bare cock. As I got closer and closer to orgasm, I picked up the pace. I was determined to cum before he did so I could pull off and not take his toxic load. As I pumped away, he hissed in my ear, “Slow down man, or you're gonna make me cum in you again!” Hearing that, I blasted off at once, knowing that he had already shot off in me at least once. That must have been why my ass felt so creamy as he worked his tool in me. I shot onto my chest and all over the table and pulled off of his cock. Brendan stayed on his knees on the table and leaned down to scoop up my spooge with his fingers. He pushed my load into his ass with one hand as he fisted his hardon with the other, quickly sending squirt after squirt of POZ cum all over the table. When we had both caught our breath, he suggested that we shower, and that I try to get out as much of his load as possible. He has assumed that since I had seen his private pics and not commented on the tattoo that I would be fine taking a POZ load. As I squatted over the toilet trying to force his toxic goo out my ass, I told him about my promise of monogamy with my boyfriend. “Since when?,” he asked. I was in this apartment last week, and I filled up your boyfriend's hole real good. My jaw dropped as Brendan threw his head back in a laugh. “So that's why he knew the address,” I surmised. We showered together as he fingered my hole again. After Brendan left, I texted my boyfriend. “WE'VE GOT SOME TALKING 2 DO. BRENDAN WAS HERE. HE CAME IN ME A LITTLE. DID HE CUM IN U?” I got a photo response a few seconds later: A pic of Brendan balls deep in my boyfriend's raw hole on the same table in our living room, followed by a one-word text, “YES.” I knew then and there that monogamy was a joke, and that we would be needing a “couple's massage soon. To be continued....

Prelude There are two Americas in the world. Now settle down, I'm not about to get political on you, this isn't that kind of tale. I'm speaking of the two Americas that exist side by side with little to no interaction. There is the America everyone sees, you know the one on TV. With the cities and the lights and the cars going fast. With the Ubers and the Instagram and the swiping left on things that you're gonna have delivered by an Amazon drone. Everyone knows that America. That America is the one where a group of seven white people sit in a coffee shop that charges five bucks for a cup and talk about a lot of nothing for 22 minutes and then smile as names scroll past them at a speed that is far too fast for normal people to read. We all know this America and for most people, it is their reality. But there is another America. An America where time seems to have stood still. An America where people walk slower, they smile more and they know each other's name in a way city folk don't quite understand. It is an America of picking apples and fallen leaves, stealing a kiss in the back seat of a car and going to sleep knowing that even if you didn't lock your door, it's gonna be ok. It's an America where people are judged by the work they do not the clothes they wear or the car they drive. An America where you own a truck cause you haul things, not cause you saw a celebrity drive one. Sure there are problems with this America as well as the first one but you ask the people who choose to live there and they'll tell you it's ok. It's a shrinking America to be sure but it's still there, alive and well. This is the America in which Everett Palmer lives. Now you don't know Everett, good, wholesome boy. Only son to Benjamin and Kathy Palmer over on Palm Street, he grew up tall, handsome and...well just about everything you'd think about if I said an all-American boy. A sophomore at Mercy Wells College on a scholarship to play baseball and he is about to come climbing out the second-story window of that peach-colored house over on the left. You see Everett has been dating Cheryl Miller since he started college and things have been heating up lately. No, that's not right. Things haven't been heating up lately, Cheryl has. You see Cheryl, third daughter to Paul Miller, dean of Mercy Wells, had set her sites on Everett and thought she had bagged herself a good one. He was handsome, polite, kind, an athlete's body and then there was the other thing God had graced the boy with that she was taken with. She had thought he was going to be like every other jock that had passed through her father's school, cocky, brash and sex-starved. But if anything, the boy didn't make one move towards Cheryl in the bedroom department. At first, Cheryl was taken by Everett's manners and patience, which was then replaced with admiration on how the boy could control himself so well when they spent so much time alone to frustration wondering if this boy was ever going to make a move. So Cheryl, being a young, independent woman of the millennium, made her own move on Everett. The boy took to sex like a fish to water and the two had been getting along swimmingly ever since. Cheryl would wait until her parents were asleep and then call for Everett to climb the lattice wall up to her window so he could sneak in and they could get down to business. This had been going on for a few months now and not one hiccup had occurred. That's the thing about hiccups, they can come right out of nowhere. You see coach Moore had the boys running drills past nine last night in preparation for next month's playoffs. The team, including Everett, had run miles and miles in the backfield until they could barely stand anymore. Moore had said their performance was pitiful but secretly he was proud of the boys, Everett especially. The boy was being scouted by a couple of major league teams quietly and if he didn't screw things up he was a shoo-in for a chance to play big-league baseball someday. Everett had screwed things up by telling Cheryl he would be over after practice. Still in his baseball pants and cleats, Everett had climbed the lattice quietly to her bedroom, his girlfriend waiting for him in a nightgown that covered very little. His legs burned with exertion from the wind sprints the coach had piled in him but the call of sex was too powerful for the nineteen-year-old and into her window he climbed. It turns out after climbing in, Everett didn't need to do much more than lie there and enjoy it. Cheryl had pleasured herself on the boy for well over an hour, brought him to climax twice with little effort all with almost machine-like efficiency. Now normally Everett was quick to dress and exit her room, one, because he was pretty sure her father would kill him if he found the baseball player in a state of undress with his daughter but more because whenever he was done having sex with her he had this desire to want to shower as quickly as possible. It was a confusing impulse but normally it was all Everett could do to not jump out her window and run to his house to rinse all evidence of his carnal behavior off his lean body. But not last night. You see last night Everett was just too tired to care and Cheryl was too happy that her boyfriend decided to stay and cuddle for once. The two of them passed out on the floor, Everett in just his high baseball socks and nothing else, Cheryl in less than that. So it is here we meet Everett, minutes after Cheryl's older sister barged in and told the two to wake up quickly, not before stealing a glance at what her sister had been coveting this whole time, that her father was awake and wondering where she was. A minute after Cheryl shook the sleeping athlete awake and told him he had to go. And seconds before the sound of Cheryl's father's footsteps could be heard climbing the staircase to her room. And there as promised is our boy, Everett Palmer, climbing down the side of the house, buck naked, save his socks, with his uniform in hand as he avoided the more prickly pieces of ivy from grabbing his junk as he descended. As luck would have it Ms. Lamar was walking her dog in front of the Millers and turned just in time to see the young athlete's nude form drop to the driveway. He was 6'2” without an ounce of extra fat on him. Days and days of baseball had tanned his face and arms but left the rest of his toned, muscular body pale as the day he was born. But the most impressive part of Everett wasn't his height or frame or his toned, athletic body. It was what God had gifted him below that made Ms. Lamar pause. You see when the lord almighty puts bodies together he does so in a judicious way. He tries to keep things as even as possible, brains, looks, body, no one gets too much of everything to keep things fair. So pretty people rarely had much in the way of common sense, athletic folks weren't all that known for being rocket scientists and the smartest and kindest of people were so, usually at the expense of outward looks and physical grace. Not in Everett's case. You see when Everett was being dreamed up it was clear from the get go the boy lacked the basic common sense that God had given a squirrel. He was timid, trusting, kind to a fault and loathed to fight in any capacity whatsoever. A creature like this would be nearly helpless in the world, a victim to whoever stumbled across the poor boy to just run ramshod over him and take advantage of him. So when Everett was born he was given the looks of an angel, the body of a devil and the cock of a demi-god. It was a sight to see and see it Ms. Lamar did as it swung heavy between Everett's legs as he slipped his baseball pants on. How he stuffed the whole thing down the front of his pants and not got it caught in the zippers no one will know, but within seconds, wearing only pants and socks he ran as fast as he could towards his car, hoping no one was looking out Cheryl's window. As he slipped inside his '67 Bel Air, a Christmas gift given to him by his dad, his large feet dwarfed the pedals as he tossed the rest of his uniform aside and turned the beast over as fast as he could. He looked over and saw the stunned face of Ms. Lamar, who was just staring at the boy like she had seen the Lord risen again. He smiled and gave her a small wave as the car turned over and he drove off as fast as he could. And this is where our story starts.

I would have been thrilled to make him cum.

I wanna be Nick, lol

I definitely like to satisfy my man and will PLAY the submissive homebody. I like the idea of MASCULINE dominance and submission (closer to military hierarchy rather than gender norms). I like being the submissive BOY takes care of my mature MAN.

I have to say after getting over the shock of being diagnosed poz, after being careful for years it has made me more horny and it was nice not to have to check there was a condom and feel a load explode inside me.

You *might* find something through Fist Alley or Dark Alley Media. They specialize in that kind of thing, so I doubt they would shy away from it.

I love SPH also! And being teased and humiliated!

Combination. Like to start doggy with guy teasing my ass before going in balls deep, but on back so I can see his face when he deposits his load.

You’re describing more of a dom/sub role. If so, chastity would be a great choice. Otherwise, it’s not really required to do traditionally “fem” things for him. But it does seem that you love it (I usually do too but I’m very submissive/locked in chastity too) so keep what works for y’all.

Chapter 6 - Virginity Lost His dick now soft, Adam finally rolled off of Brian and onto his back next to him. Laying in that bed, his own cum smeared all over his chest and stomach, while Adam’s toxic seed was beginning to seep out of newly destroyed asshole, Brian appeared still, but his mind was racing in a million different directions at one time. The two primary emotions fighting for space in his head were pride and fear. At first, fear took over. Even though he had, in the moment, decided to go with it as Adam made clear he was going to cum in him, whether he liked it or not, Brian had not come to that house having made a decision to get pozzed. He had, of course, only agreed to it after learning that it was unlikely he’d get infected… if the other guy was undetectable, which Brian had just assumed he was. His mind quickly darted to his parents and what they’d do he told them he had HIV. Being gay was one thing, and he wasn’t ashamed of it, because he now knew it was who he was. But getting pozzed was something he did; this one was a choice. And it was definitely going to he harder to explain. Brian also thought about Jake in that moment. He hadn’t quite realized yet how much he was longing to be with him. Ever since that first night where he jerked off to the thought of his classmate, Brian found himself more and more taken by him. And, Jake didn’t have a girlfriend, something Brian was keeping close tabs on. Obviously that didn’t really mean anything, but for a high school senior as hot as Jake not to be the subject of at least some girl-related drama was stoking Brian’s suspicions that maybe he too was gay, and maybe it could actually happen. But now, Brian felt that getting pozzed might mean he just lost Jake too. After catching his breath for a few minutes and fighting the whirlwind of emotions, Brian sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, not sure what he was doing or where he was going. So, he put his head in his hands, and he could feel he was starting to cry, not for any particular reason, but all of those conflicting emotions were just trickling out now as tears. His crying was soft, and Adam probably didn’t even notice, but he did see Brian with his head down. He rolled over closer to him, ran his hand slowly down his spine, and asked “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t know” “You said thanks…” “I know…I…I don’t know” Adam may have just finished doing a pretty shitty thing to this virgin twink who was just starting to get his gay legs under him, but he wasn’t a sadistic person necessarily. He knew Brian thought he wasn’t going to get pozzed, but Adam loved gifting, had been off meds for about a month, and had decided he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to poz a high school virgin. So, while he didn’t regret what he had done, he wanted Brian to feel good about it. “Why don’t you hop in the shower and clean up?” he offered. Brian wasn’t sure if Adam planned to join him in the shower, or if he planned to kick him out after he cleaned his cum off of him, but he didn’t have enough space in his head to figure it out, so he let out a week “okay” and picked himself off the bed. Adam marveled at what he could see in front of him. Brian’s still semi-hard cock hanging off his thin body that was glistening with cum and sweat. As Brian stood still for a moment after getting up, clearly realizing his ass hurt, he could see some of his cum starting to flow out of his used hole. It was a shame, but he could sense he needed to give the boy some space. Brian winced as he started making his way towards the bathroom. He had dreamed so much about the feeling of a cock inside him that walking around with a recently opened hole, reminding him that he had finally accomplished that goal, was actually making him feel better. And, he was getting to experience was it felt like to have cum drip down his legs, one of the things he always thought was particularly hot when he read about it. For a mostly smooth twink, his legs were the only part of his body with a bit of soft fuzzy hair, and he could feel his balls stirring as Adam’s cum slowly rolled down the inside of them. By the time he was in the hot shower, he was feeling better. He was still shaking, though it was different now than it was as he was driving over. He was consciously nervous about the consequences of what he had just done, but even just the walk to the bathroom and now the rinsing of his cum off of himself in another man’s shower was kicking his teenage lust back in to gear, and that second emotion, pride, began to gain the upper hand in his mind. He felt hot. Really hot, and proud of himself. He was a shy 18 year old, and yet he had driven in to Boston to meet up with a 52 year old who he let take his virginity. HE had done that. It wasn’t done to him; Brian had made the choice to have sex, to lose his virginity, to make the questionable decisions in pursuit of cock. He felt how he had wanted to feel- that if tomorrow wasn’t Saturday, he would would stride in to school the next morning smirking, with a particular swagger, knowing he had done something sexier than anyone else in school probably ever had, even if he was never going to tell them about it. Quickly enough, his cock began to stir again, and while the feelings of guilt and nervousness didn’t go away, they were firmly in the passenger seat now. He got out of the shower, dried himself off, and opened the door back into Adam’s master bedroom to find he wasn’t there. He could hear commotion in the kitchen. He initially went to pick up his clothes, but then he figured he didn’t really need them, and he walked out to the rest of the house to find Adam, who was sitting in his gym shorts at the kitchen island. “Hey kid” Adam said cheerfully. Brian chuckled, “hey old man.” “Rude.” Adam replied playfully. “I’m kinda surprised you haven’t run out of here yet.” “I’m kinda surprised too.” “How you feel?” “Umm, kinda hard to say. Like, I’ve never felt sexier, but I still can’t believe you pozzed me.” Adam smirked. Again, while he wanted Brian to feel good, he didn’t feel bad about what he’d done, at all. “That might be why you feel so sexy.” “Maybe, but obviously I’m a little concerned.” “Don’t worry about it now. Plus, you did your research, you know it won’t kill you. Here, want a beer?” Adam had already started in on a Sam Adams when Brian was in the shower, and he went to open the fridge to get the boy one. “Thanks, but I don’t like beer.” “Hah, you’re such a teenager. I’m gonna guess you haven’t drank enough to learn to like it yet.” “But I’ll take a shot of that Absolut” “Ooh, like the hard stuff huh?” “Not really, just know I can get it down quick and it calms my nerves.” Adam poured Brian a couple fingers worth into a rocks glass and slid it over to him. He quickly picked up the glass and downed it. There was a little more than he had expected in the glass, so he coughed a bit, but managed to mostly get it down without looking too much like a child. “Take another” Adam said as he poured more vodka into the glass, and Brian repeated the same motion. Being the shy kid he was, Brian hadn’t ever really drank much before. He got drunk once with a couple friends while playing dungeons and dragons, and had snuck a couple shots at home a few time to rebel or relax, but he still didn’t have any tolerance for alcohol. So those two quick drinks went to his head, fast. He turned around to look at the TV as laughter caught his attention. Adam had never turned the TV off. James Corden had replaced Colbert, and he was doing a carpool karaoke with Tom Holland, who Brian had a major crush on. As the vodka started to work its magic, he stood and watched the two Brits being ridiculous for a moment before walking the short distance from the kitchen into Adam’s living room. He then leaned over the back of the sofa, legs crossed with one foot on top of the other and ass out, as he watched. Adam’s face lit up with a big smile. He could not resist Brian’s exposed ass now. He had been trying to give him space, but as Brian swayedwith the music while bent over the couch, Adam’s cock hardened again in a hurry. Even he was impressed that he had rebounded that quickly, so he hopped up and walked over behind Brian, dropping his shorts along the way. He grabbed Brian’s hips, telling him “you can’t just lean over like that and not expect me to fuck you again.” “What makes you think I didn’t expect it?” Brian replied. He turned back for a moment to look at Adam with a wicked smile across his face. The vodka was really kicking in now, and Brian’s inhibitions were gone. He wanted it again, and he uncrossed his legs and stuck out his ass as an invitation. Adam didn’t waste any time. His cock finished hardening instantly when he rubbed it against Brian’s soft skin, and this time using his own cum as lube, drove it into Brian’s asshole balls deep in one swift lunge. Brian yelled loudly in pain as he was invaded by Adam’s poz cock again, this time without any pretense of letting him get used to it. Adam’s couch had a low back, so it was perfect for pushing Brian down by his back in to an almost 90 degree angle and beginning to jackhammer him with his 8 inch cock. As opposed to the first time, in a bed, looking each other in the eyes, being asked if he was ready, Brian really felt now like he was just getting used as a fuck toy. He basically had no leverage, bent over as he was, and he was clearly impaired already by the vodka, so he just closed his eyes and gave himself over Adam’s ruthless pounding. There was no headboard this time to slam in to the wall, but Brian’s yelps each time Adam drove into him were probably making just as much noise. He was loving feeling this way, powerless. Adam fucked Brian ruthlessly over his couch, working up a sweat as he held Brian down and slid his cock in and out. Eventually he was tired of being bent over the boy, so he pulled out for a moment and pulled Brian up. He continued to hold him by the waist and directed him up against the wall. This was one of Adam’s favorites. He put his arm around Brian’s upper chest and bent him back he drove into his ass again, Brian’s minuscule triceps flexing as he pushed against the wall so that he wouldn’t get thrown into it. “You ready for another poz load in you kid?” Brian was silent, continuing the guttural noises of being fucked as Adam drilled in to him again and again. He could feel his asshole getting forced open even more in this new angle, and it was driving him crazy with both pain and pleasure, though this time was far more on the pleasurable side than the first fuck. Adam didn’t say anything after that. They just continued fucking up against the wall without words until Adam, with no notice, shoved his cock so far into Brian that he basically picked him up off the ground, releasing more forceful ropes of poz cum deep into the high school senior’s tight ass. When he pulled out, Brian fell to the ground on his hands and knees. His legs were weak from the hard fucking, and he felt Adam’s cum leaking out of him even more this time. He stayed down, panting, trying to catch his breath, until Adam scooped him by the armpits and walked him over to the couch, falling down onto the cushions and allowing Brian to fall on to him. Adam held him there, his thoroughly used former virgin boy, cum dripping out of him, as they watched the rest of the Late Late Show and both dozed off, thoroughly spent. ***** Brian woke up in a pitch black living room. There must have been a timer on the lights and TV. He craned his neck to look back into the kitchen to see the time on the stove: 3:45am. The vodka had worn off by now, as had the lust. Now, on this couch in the dark, he felt scared again. His mind went from asleep to racing, again questioning why the hell he just let that happen. He had shifted off of Adam as they slept, so he quietly got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes. He slid on his boxers and his sneakers, and didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes; he just picked them up in ball and quietly exited the house and went to his car. He started making his way home, but he could barely keep his thoughts on the road. He pulled over into a strip mall parking lot, turned off the car, and took a deep breath. He had just spent the night getting fucked. By a man. An HIV positive man. Not once, but twice. He loved it, but he hated himself for loving it. He was still turned on, but he was also still scared. Sitting in his car, in the dark, his cock started tingling again. He pulled his boxers off over his sneakers, took it out and started jerking off, basically naked in this strange parking lot lit up yellow by old street lights. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this there, but what the hell, he had just done something even “worse”. He got his 7.5 inch cut cock nice and hard and thought back to himself begging Adam to poz him, jerking furiously, until he grunted, thrust his hips up off the seat, and sprayed five big ropes of cum up on to his chest, some even landing on his shoulders. He wondered if the cum all over him was toxic. He kept his boxers off, turned the Jeep back on, and drove home, naked and covered in cum.

FWIW, most guys I know in relationships don't let the top/bottom part spill over out of the bedroom into the rest of their lives. There's no reason the bottom should do all the chores, particularly if (as is the case with me) I substantially out earn my partner and work longer hours. What you're describing is less top/bottom and more dom/sub, and in particular a dom/sub relationship that is not bedroom/playroom limited.

Videorecord it, spit in his face, call him a cocksucking faggot and have him tell the camera he's a cumthirsty faggot. And don't forget to piss down his throat and all over his face.

I’m afraid we might have to fight hard post-COVID for sex-on-premises venues. If the powers that be try to shut us down completely by refusing to issue licences for such premises, we may have to start taking direct action. I suggest that at the next Pride March (whenever that’s “allowed”), we start having sex openly on the street to make the point that there’s nowhere else for us to do it.

This week I was taking loads in an anon style hotel. I already had 3 loads in when a young twink guy hit me up horny. He really wanted to just jack off....but I know we've all heard that before. He was close and 5 minutes later he walked in the door. He was so cute and innocent....lol. I sucked him hard, and he kept asking about the guys who had fucked me earlier and how many loads I had in me. He was ready to fuck! He had a nice long skinny pecker...and asked me to push some cum out on his cock. After he blew his load in the mix....he was about to duck out when he noticed his shoe was full of Jizz!!! He commented that I has a massive cumdumpster and went to his car carrying his shoes! I think the volume of spunk freaked him out. Such a waste of seed, but thanks for the compliment!

You are new here, and once you have taken the time to read through the forums and become more familiar with the community, you will discover that Breedingzone members do not all have the same set of social, religious, or moral backgrounds, come from an array of nations in which sexual norms are different, and have each of them a personal life story that has shaped who he has become as a sexual being. While I, like you, find the concept of incest among parent and child unthinkable, many here are indifferent to it, see how it may work under certain contexts, or just find it in some way a natural expression. Some, who have actual life experience with father-son incest, are at the end of the day the only relevant authority on the effects of the practice. Not you, not me, nor some horn dog fantasist, nor some religious zealot. Expressing a strongly judgmental view here is seldom welcomed, and is not a good look for one of your first posts. The site management has already determined (from long experience moderating filthy discussions) which topics are too unacceptable even for here, and has taken measures to keep the forum clean of them. They are few. Be sure you read the forum rules before you post. We talk about a lot of shit here, some of it unsavory, little of it for the faint-of-heart. If you see a topic such as this that by its title seems sure to offend you, your best bet is to skip it and move along to the next topic. No one is going to value your judgmental outburst, you’ll probably get much less polite responses than mine, and almost certainly get downvoted. We welcome you, but I encourage you to get to know us a little better.

I let the top decide where he’s going to put his load. But, in order to fully feel the power and masculine power of the top, there’s nothing hotter for the bottom than feeling those final trusts by the top deep into my ass he is breeding me and after he pulls I dutifully lick his dick clean.

Interesting. I get rimmed but I don’t rim men. I have rimmed girls and shemales.

I have been fucking a straight married guy who as my hard raw cock was up his arse he took a call from his wife. We were both so turned on, I came after a few minutes deep inside him and she must have heard something but he explained it was the tv to her. He really enjoyed the session as he came quickly after the call. As he lay there with my load dribbling out of his arse and his cum on his belly I asked what his wife would do if she knew he was being fucked raw by poz guys...met with silence then asked me to breed him again, which of course I obliged. It was a very horny session 😈

Don't think on the phone but been fucked and loaded while chatting with barman and getting a pint at sex club bars

Definitely! I used to be a member of the Chicago Waterbuddies, who hosted a piss party every 2nd Saturday of the month. My late husband and I were members of this. Good memories there. I've done piss and fisting scenes in my porn. I can top and bottom for piss, but top only for fist. Something about putting my hand in a slimy hole and punching away gets me excited, but also mentally focused. I need a regular diet of that.

UAB campus here

We plan on fucking on the mountain again this week. Maybe he will have a few loads to coat this cock for next time.

Cum swimming in my ass from no name, darkroom regular. Sucked him tell he was hard. Climbed on and slammed my hungry hole up and down on his throbbing cock like it was the last dick I was ever gonna have inside me. Had him really going, flipped me over and plowed his cock into me till he blasted a huge load up my ass. Squeezed his cock with my ass to milk all his fucking cum out. Started sucking him, got him hard again. Fed me his second load while I was fingering his ass working his prostate over. Was the best fuck we've had so far. Hadn't been bred in a week. This PIG's ass was hungry.

Last week I was online at bbrts and was horny as hell. I was looking for some close hole to breed and seed. One of my neighbors that I have fucked and seeded before was online and he hit me up. He said he was in a rather slutty mood and wanted to get bred and seeded. Ok! count me in! He said he had a few others coming over to breed him and was that ok? HELL YES. I love the feel of a wet cummy ass when I slide inside. That wet gooey feeling is the best ever. I love sloppy hole. I said sure I would be over shortly. When I arrived the door was unlocked and I heard him say come on in. When I entered the room there was another guy naked on top of him banging away at his hole while both were hitting poppers. Of course my cock got hard immediately. He said he already had a load deep inside and was looking for more. The guy fucking him said he wanted to take a break and did I want to fuck.. Of course. I undressed quickly and took a few hits of poppers. I rubbed around his wet hole as my cock got harder and harder. OMG I so love that warm wet feeling. I was able to slide my cock nice and deep and started fucking. He was in my favorite position. He was on his stomach while I was on top. Both of us hitting poppers and I was kissing his ears, neck and back as I was fucking deep. I let my first load go! Fuck it felt so good and it mingled with the other load that was already there. I later found out the guy came and left real quick as he was late for work. After my load was planted deep I continued to fuck until the other guy said he was so turned on he had to go back inside. I got off and the other guy climbed on top. His cock slid inside and they both moaned as he felt my cum load deep inside. That is such a turn on. Trading off with another top as we plant loads deep inside. Nothing better than cum for lube. I watched as the other guy drove his cock inside deep and both were moaning and groaning with pleasure as the top shot a huge cum load deep inside..That got me turned on again and when he was done I went back in for another turn.. That silky feel of a man's wet hole never fails to drive me over the edge. I so love it. Fucking for me is so much better than oral. I shot another load deep inside. My neighbor grunted in appreciation. I got up to get dressed as there was another knock on the door and the next guy came in. When I left he was mounting my neighbor and I'm sure there was another load planted deep!

Part 4....................... Don pulled me away from Josh for a private word. I had an inclining of what he wanted to say. “Listen Jase, I know you’re horny about this idea but what would really seal the deal is if you help out in the show,” he commented, giving me that same insane grin. I didn’t immediately answer as the thought of fucking in front of an audience was actually turning me on. “You want me to fuck Ethan, I take it?” I asked. Don didn’t answer, but his smirk said it all. “So, pozzing a negative bottom and some incest for the punters?” I asked in follow-up. “You got it, Jase, and you know you want to,” Don replied, copping a feel through my trousers of my cock, which was now quite hard. “Your head and dick certainly want to,” he added. I kissed him hard, “Fucking cunt, you knew I’d do it,” I remarked after breaking off the kiss, “...but on one condition." “Oh? What?” Don growled back at me although he also knew in the back of his mind what was coming. “If we’re doing incest, I also wanna fuck your son,” I answered, using a completely serious voice. Don looked into my eyes and thought for a couple of seconds before he replied “You know I haven’t wanted to go there. My relationship with Jermaine already took a nose dive after that time he came to live with me and he tried to kiss me,” Don replied, returning my serious expression. “I know, but I also know he loves you very much and wants to show you. He had just found out he was HIV positive and his stepfather had kicked him out. He needed comforting and, in retrospect I think he was sorry how he responded to you that night but I think he feels like you pushed him away and you don’t love him,” I explained, putting my hand on Don’s arm. “He told you?” Don asked me, softening some. “Yeah, when he stayed with me a few months ago. I never told you because he asked me not to,” I continued. Don looked over at his magnificent son who was talking to two of the American distributors. He was extremely handsome with an incredible body. He might not be as beefed-up as his father, but was none the less amazingly ripped and defined, and his cock was almost as big as Don’s. “I love him too” Don said, his eyes welling up. “Show him,” I urged, giving Don a light kiss. After a quick chat to Julian, he called the boys over, explaining “Okay, guys, we need a show. Chris and Sam, would you play together for our guests and Chris, would you top?” he asked the brothers. They both grinned and Ethan looked a little disappointed not to be included with his boyfriend. “Don’t worry Ethan, you have your own special performance to put on,” Julian explained, giving Ethan a smile, as he added “Ben here is negative and wants to convert for the audience,” Julian said, which earned a smile from everyone. "Josh, as you’re packing some deadly seed, would you please do the honours please and breed him?” With this Jermaine was clearly disappointed, so Julian hastened to explain "“Don’t worry Jermaine, you’ll also be putting on a ‘special’ show for us,” giving him a wide smile of pleasure. Both Ethan and Jermaine looked slightly confused but said nothing and Julian moved to the middle of the room before they could say anything else. “Ladies and Gents. If I could have your attention please,” Julian asked in commanding tone. The room fell silent quickly and all heads turned to Julian standing near the large bed in the centre of the room. “As so many of you have commented this evening on our delicious models, we thought we’d put on a little impromptu performance for your pleasure,” he remarked, grinning broadly to the sea of heads. There was a lot of buzzing chatter and a round of applause broke out. “Thank you. Thank you. As you know, BoyToy prides itself on only the very best models and hardcore performances. We want the audience at home to know that if a BoyToy is being bred on video for the first time, he really is HIV negative and wants to convert,” pausing for effect, and then resuming "and tonight we have such a BoyToy who is, in fact, HIV negative and wishes to be bred here tonight for your pleasure.” With that Julian grinned madly at the audience, which once again burst into cheers and clapping. Resuming, Julian added "And as you are all aware, we also have two brothers who have consented to fuck each other for your pleasure," pausing again for more cheers. “You should also know that both boys are negative, or at least they were 24 hours ago before being bred multiple times with poison cum and tonight they are greedy for more.” He finished his remarks to wild applause and a few whoops. “Boys?” Julian called as the lights in the room dimmed while spots shown down on the bed. Chris and Sam walked forward, now completely naked, Chris holding his younger brother's hand. Both were still sporting their induced erections. A wild round of applause followed them to the centre of the room as Josh and Ben followed behind. “Brothers Chris and Sam” Julian announced as Chris and Sam stood in the spot lights glare, “and HIV and very positive Josh and HIV negative Ben” finishing the introductions. After the clapping died down it became hushed very quickly and as background music piped up, both sets of boys started to kiss. Chris was passionately tonguing his younger brother while each caressed and explored his brother's naked body. On the other side of the bed, Josh started making out with Ben who was slightly shorter than Josh, who had, meanwhile, found Ben’s naked bum cheeks and was squeezing hard while Ben clearly had one hand wrapped firmly round Josh’s cock. Chris pushed Sam back onto the bed which was deceptively high, allowing easy access for the top to stand and fuck. Chris was now down on Sam’s cock sucking him hard while he squirmed in pleasure at his elder Brother’s touch. Ben had got to his knees and had Josh’s cock down his throat, expertly sucking him and almost swallowing him whole. The crowd of people standing round moved in closer and coincidentally there was a lot of crotch fondling and re-positioning as cocks as every man's cock had clearly started to swell. Don and I watched from the back of the room on monitors as cameras had been set up to capture all the action,“This is so fucking awesome,” Don whispered. The action had stepped up some and Josh had lifted Ben up and thrown him onto the bed so that Ben’s head was near Sam on the opposite side. Josh then went down on Ben’s cock sucking him hard and very rough. I knew about this aspect of Josh and knew he loved being treated like a sub slut by older guys but equally loved to treat younger ones just as badly. He was sucking Ben, biting him, sucking his balls into his mouth and all the time he had a couple of fingers inside Ben’s cunt causing him discomfort. Clearly Ben was enjoying it though and was moaning loudly for the crowd while pushing Josh’ head down harder. Chris too had upped his game and was now devouring Sam’s cunt, spreading his cheeks and finger fucking him while Sam wanked himself hard. It didn’t take long before Ben and Sam were kissing with tongues as their mouths were close enough albeit upside down. Meanwhile, some of the guys looking on the scene were openly tugging on their dicks as they’d had to release themselves. After a good period of make out Josh stood up to aim his cock at Ben’s cunt and the audience audibly breathed in. Josh wasn’t going to make this easy for Ben either, he’d used his spit to lube his ass and also spat on his hand to rub over his cock then lining up he pushed into Ben with rapid force. Ben squealed loudly which gained another round of applause as Josh started to fuck him. Everyone knew they were watching a healthy HIV negative boy getting a potential infecting from a greedy positive cock and clearly they loved it as more of the men in the audience started wanking hard. I noticed the German guy I’d been talking to almost drooling at the scene with a nice fat dick in his hands. Chris too had stood up and pulled Sam closer to him and again the audience watched ecstatically as he slid his long thick dick into his brother’s cunt. It was like the room lifted up a level in sexual tension as now both boys were being bred. The fucking became intensive and, although all the boys were hard on Viagra, they were clearly reveling in being watched by an audience that was becoming more and more debauched by proceedings. Ben and Sam were both groaning wildly, holding on to the bed as their bodies were being invaded with more ferocity by Josh and Chris. It was almost like each top was spurring the other on to fuck harder. All the boys were now sweating profusely under the hot glare of the lights and the physical excursion of hard fucking. Considering neither Chris, Sam or Josh had ever done anything like this before, each was doing an awesome job which had not escaped Don or Julian’s attention. After nearly ten minutes of fucking action, Sam began to groan loudly and started to cum hard shooting his load so far and hard it projected over his head before hitting his face. The crowd cheered loudly at that one. Ben too was getting close and Josh the ever consummate dirty cunt slowed and bent down to catch his first spurts of cum as Ben too groaned, shooting into Josh’s open mouth before Josh continued to pile drive his ass while swallowing his cum. Chris was the first of the tops to cum and after a few more minutes he slowed, with sweat dripping from his face, pulling out and Sam leaning up on his elbows just managed to catch the first torrent of his brother’s orgasm in his open mouth. He quickly grabbed Chris’ cock and pumped it to lick out all his cum, eating enthusiastically to a huge round of applause from the standing crowd. Now all eyes were on Josh as he continued for another five minutes before he too began to slow and as the crowd held Its collective breath he let out an animal roar as he came hard pumping his deadly load of jizz deep inside Ben’s negative cunt. Again the crowd whooped and applauded loudly as Josh collapsed onto Ben’s sweaty and cum covered body, kissing madly but all the time keeping his cock deep inside him. Julian stepped forward and addressed the crowd, “Pozz load one” he said grinning happily to yet more applause. “I hope you enjoyed round one” he said looking at the happy faces before him, “If you have the need, I’m sure the boys would be happy to take any deposits you have” He said looking at the hard cocks before him. All the boys looked very happy as cocks started moving forward to them and as four willing mouths opened up, cum started shooting from a number of directions. Don and I were so turned on I had my hand wrapped round his fat dick and he had a finger up my cunt as we watched the four lads take copious amounts of cum, bukkake style. Ben seemed to be getting most loads, which we suspected were perhaps poz, to help him convert, but Josh, Sam and Chris were receiving plenty themselves and what they got they shared while kissing and cumswapping. The whole scene was amazing. When the piss started flowing the boys didn’t disappoint either and were open mouthed taking what ever came their way, “Fucking awesome” Don growled at me. “So are you?” I asked him, feeling so turned on right now from drink and live sex while pumping a huge fat cock. “Yeah, I’ll fuck him” He grinned back at me. “Sweet” I replied as we kissed again. To be continued ..................................

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

My dad molested me from the age of 5 to 15, and fucked me repeatedly from the age of 10. His cock was too big for my ass but it didn't stop him from fucking me hard and unloading inside me - I just had to concentrate on not making any noise. I haven't seen him for years and I really miss his fucks.