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This post is a celebration of one of my favourite cities in the whole world - Berlin. I love Berlin and I've spent many happy days roaming through the city in the sunshine, exploring new areas, parks, rivers and shops. It's where I go to get away from things and I always feel relaxed the minute I get there. I especially love exploring what used to be East Berlin and watching it change over the years from what it was like in the mid 90s shortly after the wall came down to what it is like now. For me there is something joyous about being in Berlin - it's where I have had many of my horniest experiences - somehow I feel at one with myself and I've often found the confidence to go for it in a way that I might not at home. I usually say I'm more of a top but there is something about Berlin that just makes me want to pull my pants down and bend over for a good hard bareback fuck. I've usually taken a few loads within hours of getting there and I love it. On one occasion a few years ago I took a load up my arse before I had even left the airport. I had flown out to Berlin from London early in the afternoon and the flight was not particularly busy. I had noticed a German guy standing some way behind me in the queue at the departure gate - he was blond and quite stocky and I couldn't help noticing the sizeable packet in the front of his jeans. I was already in my seat when he came on to the plane and I watched as he reached up to put his bag in the overhead locker a few rows in front of me, giving me a great view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. When he had put his bag up he suddenly turned round and looked straight at me, as if he had sensed that I was watching him. I looked away quickly as he sat down a couple of rows in front of me. A couple of hours later we were in Berlin and I was waiting at the baggage reclaim. The blond guy was standing quite near me and every now and then he looked over at me. I looked back and soon we were discreetly cruising each other and the bulge in the front of his trousers seemed to be growing. His bag came out first, closely followed by mine and soon I was following him at a discreet distance as he made his way to the back of the baggage reclaim area and headed down a spiral staircase. I wasn't sure where he was taking me but when we got to the bottom of the staircase I saw a sign marked "Toilets." A few minutes later we were in a cubicle and he was standing in front of me unzipping his jeans. He pulled them down along with his pants and his long, thick, hard cock sprang out. I took hold of it and began to suck it. His cock was one of the biggest I had had in my mouth for a long time and I enjoyed every minute of sucking it. I could tell he was enjoying it too and soon he was pushing his cock into my mouth as I sucked him and I could tell he was getting close. Then he pulled is cock out of my mouth and motioned to me to stand up and turn round. Without a word, I stood up and turned round, pulled my pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. I felt him pull my cheeks apart and then I felt his tongue on my hole. I hadn't been expecting that, but it felt incredibly good and I pushed my arse into his face as he began to really lick me. After a while he stood up and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my wet hole. He wanted to fuck me and clearly had no intention of using a condom - just what I wanted! I pulled my cheeks apart to help him get his big cock up my arse and when he was all the way up me I bent forward and he began to fuck me. He started off slowly and then began to fuck me harder as I bent forward over the toilet and soon he was really banging my arse. I loved every minute of it and soon his breathing was getting heavier and I could tell he was getting close and then he thrust hard up my arse a couple of times and pushed me forward, pushing his cock right up me and holding it there as he pumped my arse full of cum. It was all very horny - all the more so as neither of us said a word throughout the whole encounter. A great start to my weekend in Berlin! I sometimes book a trip to Berlin on the spur of the moment and one time I had been feeling tired and stressed at work and I booked some time off and decided to spend a weekend in Berlin on my own just unwinding. I had to attend a meeting of the senior management team in the morning and then I caught a mid afternoon flight to Berlin. I arrived, booked into my hotel, had a shower and went on Planet Romeo (hugely popular in Germany) to see what was happening. I was messaged by a Turkish guy in his late 30s who was looking for a quick fuck on his way to work in a Turkish restaurant near my hotel. We swapped some pictures and I really liked the look of his big hairy cock so we arranged that he would come by my hotel and dump a load up me. A little later he messaged me again and I thought he was calling off but instead he said one of his co workers was up for a fuck too and asked if he could bring him. I had no idea what his colleague looked like but I didn't really care - I just wanted to be fucked so I said yes no problem. They arrived a short time later. The guy was pretty much as he had looked in his pictures - and I was well happy with that, but the other guy was really good looking. He was also Turkish, no more than eighteen or nineteen, tall and slim with longish hair, very dark eyes and a really nice, boyish grin. I didn't waste any time and soon they both had their pants down and their cocks out and I was happily moving from one to the other - sucking the younger guy and then the older and then they both pushed their cocks into my mouth together and I sucked on them both. This was turning out to be a much hornier encounter than I had expected and it got even more horny when the young lad pulled his cock out my mouth and, turning round, bent forward and pushed his arse into my face. The older guy laughed and watched as I pulled the young lad's cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hairy arse hole. He moaned and pushed his arse back into my face as I pushed my tongue up his tight, hairy hole. I rimmed the young lad for a while and then the other guy said it was time to fuck. I sucked them both again and then I knelt up on the bed. Somehow I had thought they would fuck me one after the other, but they took turns on me. The older guy went up me first and gave me a good hard fuck before pulling out and letting the young lad take over. The young lad was a good fuck too - his cock was not quite as thick as the other guy's but he certainly knew how to fuck! They took turns on me for a while longer and then the young lad groaned loudly and shot his load up my arse. When he pulled out he came round and pushed his cock into my mouth as the older guy pumped his load up me. I didn't think it could get any hornier but then the older guy said "You like to fuck?" I said yes and he nodded and said something I didn't understand to the younger lad. To my surprise, the younger lad knelt up on the bed and pulled his cheeks apart, once more exposing his hairy arsehole. I didn't hesitate - I lubed him up, positioned my cock against his hole and pushed. He was tight, but not as tight as I thought he might be and soon I was right up him. He grunted as I began to fuck him, enjoying the the tightness of his arse around my cock as I thrust slowly up him and then built up and began to fuck him harder. I needed to cum now and I began to really fuck him and before too much longer I was shooting what felt like a massive load of cum up the young lad's hairy arse. Later that evening I went out for a meal and then went cruising in the Tiergarten - my favourite cruising ground. I took a few more loads up my arse and then shot my second load of the day up the arse of a nerdy looking guy in glasses who was bent over a tree with his pants down. It was good to be back in Berlin. One of the things I've always loved about Germany and about Berlin in particular is the amount of barebacking that has always gone on. So many German lads, especially young lads, seem willing to bend over and take loads with no questions asked and this has led to some very horny encounters. One day I was walking in one of my favourite areas of Berlin, an area which had formerly been part of East Berlin. I had been walking for most of the day and I intended to finish my walk by walking through the park in the Wuhletal area and coming out the other end at the underground station. I have walked through this park many times - it is one of my favourite walks - and I had never seen any evidence to suggest that the park was cruisy. As I walked through the park I passed a young blond lad who was sitting on a bench, his bike propped up against a tree. He looked at me as I passed and I wondered for a moment if he was cruising me but then I thought that was probably wishful thinking and walked on. I had been walking for several hours and was getting a bit tired now so I was strolling through the park at quite a leisurely pace. A short time later I heard the sound of a bicycle being wheeled along the path behind me and the blond lad passed me. He looked at me again as he passed and then walked on in front of me. I couldn't help admiring his slim arse in his cut off jeans and, as he looked back at me again, I began to realise that he was actually cruising me. A little later I was following him as he wheeled his bike off the path and into a wooded area. When we had gone some way into the wooded area, he stopped and turned round. He grinned at me and seconds later my cock was out and he was down sucking me off. This was just what I needed after my long walk and he was sucking me so well that before long I was getting close. I pulled out his mouth and he stood up. We changed places and soon I was sucking on his surprisingly long and thick cock. As I sucked him, he reached into his pocket and brought out a small packet of lube. As I sucked him, he began rubbing some lube into his arse. A little later, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He leant forward against a tree and pushed his arse out. I went up him easily and he grunted as I began to fuck him. I enjoyed every minute of fucking this good looking young lad up the arse in a park in the middle of the day - no condom and no questions asked - and it was not too long before I was pumping a nice big load of cum into his unprotected arse. When I finished cumming and pulled out, I saw his cock was still rock hard. I bent forward and began to suck him as he reached round and began to finger my arse hole. I grinned at him and seconds later I was bent over against the tree as the young lad pushed his cock up my arse and began to fuck me. It was one of the best fucks I had had in a long time, all the more horny for being so unexpected - I had no idea when I entered the park that I would end up against a tree with my pants down taking a load of cum from a young lad but I was certainly not complaining. He fucked me really well and then he pulled out, wanked his cock a few times and pushed back up me and I knew he was cumming deep in my arse. A little later I was making my way to the underground station and he was wheeling his bike out of the park - with no one any the wiser that we had just fucked and bred each other in the bushes. A year or so later I had another totally unexpected and equally horny experience. I had been walking in the same area and had got on the train on the U5 underground line back in to town. The train line runs above ground for quite a number of stops before it goes underground again and I have always enjoyed the journey. This afternoon was particularly hot and I was glad to sit down after my long walk. The train was not very busy - there was only a couple of people in my carriage, both sitting at the other end and facing the other way. The train took a while to leave Wuhletal station and just before it did, two lads who looked to be in their late 20s got on and sat down just opposite me. The train started again and a little later it stopped between two stations. It stopped for quite a while this time before starting again and making its way further towards the city centre. Then, just as the train went underground it stopped again. The driver came on the tannoy and said there was an obstruction up ahead and then there was no more communication for a while. It was starting to get very hot in the carriage now and I could see the two lads were feeling the heat. I heard one ask if they had any water left and the other shook his head. I had a bottle of water and I took it out my bag and offered it to them. They were really pleased and they both took a drink from it before passing it back to me. I had realised that they were a couple by now and I couldn't help noticing that they were both quite good looking - especially the taller of the two who had dark blond hair and a really nice smile. We began to chat and after a few more minutes, the blond guy peeled off his T shirt. They both saw me looking and the other lad grinned and pulled off his T shirt too. He was darker with a hairy chest and I was now really enjoying the view, especially as I could now see the top of the dark blond lad's white Calvin Klein pants. They motioned to me to remove my top and at first I shook my head but then I decided to go for it and I pulled off my polo shirt and all three of us were topless. The other two passengers had left the train at the previous station and we now had the carriage to ourselves. It was really hot now and between us we had finished my bottle of water. We were speaking in German and our conversation had been getting a bit more suggestive. It was the dark haired lad who suggested that we should lose a few more clothes. I didn't actually think he meant anyting but as he said it, he quickly looked around and then stood up. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out and seconds later it was in his boyfriend's mouth. He motioned to me to join them and I didn't hesitate - I was really turned on by the whole situation and soon my cock was out and the dark blond lad was taking it in turns to suck us both. I assumed he was going to suck us both off and I was really looking forward to unloading in his mouth but after a while he grinned at his boyfriend and then he pulled his pants right down and knelt up on the seat, his arse in the air. His boyfriend nodded to me and I got down behind the blond lad and parted his cheeks. I pushed my tongue into his sweaty arsehole and began to lick him. I couldn't believe this was happening but it got even hornier when the dark haired guy tapped me on the shoulder and motioned to me to stand up. He took hold of my cock and pulled it towards his boyfriend's arse and I realised he was giving me permission to fuck him. He pulled the blond lad's cheeks apart and I pushed the head of my cock against his hole. I went up him really easily and the dark haired guy told me to fuck him. This was one of the horniest experiences I had ever had and I just hoped that the train would not start up again before I got the chance to properly fuck and breed this fit lad. I knew I wouldn't last too long so I fucked him slowly as his boyfriend kissed him and wanked him. I was very close now so I began to fuck him harder and a short time later I was pumping what felt like a massive load of cum up his arse. When I pulled out, the dark haired guy leaned forward and began to suck my cock. Knowing he was sucking my cock after it had been up his boyfriend's arse was a real turn on for me. It must have been a turn on for him too - as he sucked me he shot his load out on the floor of the train carriage. I think that was one of the horniest experiences I ever had in Berlin and I couldn't quite believe it had happened. It was some time before the train started again and, when it did, the train began to get busier. The two lads got off at Alexanderplatz and both grinned at me as they got off the train. With all the restrictions in place on travel, I haven't been able to visit Berlin for over a year and I really miss it. I've enjoyed re-living some of my horny Berlin experiences and will post some more in part 2. Part 2 to follow

Hubby was confused by my unfamiliar secrecy but didn't stand in the way of my trip. He had been able to infect one willing target in the six months he had been poz and found the experience so hot and exciting he planned to spend the time we were apart at the bathhouse knocking up as many men as requested his special poz DNA. One of the three lovers I was off to visit met me at the airport. I thought I would cum in my pants the moment I saw him holding a sign with my name in the arrivals lounge. 6 feet 4 inches, 280 pounds of solid bear meat. Wearing faded warn blue jeans clearly outlining the large cock snaking down the left leg. His green plaid flannel shirt, like Mountain Man's (visitor at the hospital) was half open revealing a carpet of black chest hair. His tan face sported a nicely trimmed thick beard. All I wanted to do was kiss this total stranger right there in the middle of the crowd. He must have been a mind reader 'cause as I walked up to him he leaned down and planted a passionate kiss on my lips complete with tongue. I could feel a wet spot form in the crotch of my jeans. "Let's get you to the ranch buddy. Hank and Stu can't wait to start your program. I'm Frank by the way. " The ranch was a forty five minute drive and their home and out buildings back a mile long private drive, totally isolated from any neighbour's prying eyes. Stu was up a ladder against the barn and came down to the truck as we arrived. He was naked save work socks and boots. At six feet 200 pounds he also sported a generously haired body and thick beard. This hair was the most beautiful auburn red I have ever seen, and he had smiling eyes to melt a glacier. I was welcomed with a sturdy hand shake and massive bear hug. The scent of his sweat was intoxicating. By this point I knew it didn't matter if I didn't convert this week, I was in for fantastic sex no matter what. I was ushered into the house to meet Hank. He was cooking while stark naked. His body was the least hairy of the three and would tip the scales at over 300 pounds. His greeting was to remove my shirt and push me to my knees. I was fed his very thick short cock. It was a grower reaching six inches as it hardened in my mouth with copious amounts of sweet precum. Frank was quickly undressing. I was maneuvered to bend over a chair. As I continued my sucking Stu's raw eight inches were manhandled into my ass with the aid of Crisco. Frank also now naked spoke; "We all know why you are here so there's no need waisting time getting the first of our many loads of toxic cum into your system. As you well know none of us are on meds and we each carry a transport load of virus to dump into you with each breeding. We're naturists so you will not see or need clothes for the rest of your stay. We'll service your ass many times each day and to that we'll add blood slams every evening. Three per evening each drawn directly from each of us and inserted directly into your blood stream. If you leave here without the virus bulldozing through your system you'll know you are just plain resistant and it's not meant to be." I had been working Hank's cock the entire time and he was next to speak; "Would you shut the fuck up Frank. This guys a great cock sucker and I'm ready to blow my load. Get out of the way Stu, this is going up his fuck shoot where it can do the most good." They quickly switched places and I could feel every blast of Hank's hot cum paint my guts. I counted eight shots. His softening erection had no sooner pulled out than Stu was back in just in time to moan as I felt convulsions of his big tool spraying deep. Frank took time to move me to the kitchen table and do me in missionary position. He viciously pumped my eager hole while holding my entranced gaze for fifteen minutes with his eleven inch wonder. "Here it cums slut! The third and most toxic load yet. Fuuuuuuccck! Take it you fuckin chaser. Pozing what's left of your neg ass!"

PART 1 I'm from the UK and go to Disney World in Florida quite regularly with family. We usually go for about a month at a time and we all stay in the same room. During my last visit, I was finally on PREP. I was paranoid about taking over a months supply with me through customs, and even more paranoid about taking poppers with me. I was debating do I go a month without sex, or do I risk it. In the end, I stuck with the prep but left the poppers at home. I didn't want to pass up an opportunity for sex should one arise, but being with my family I thought those opportunities would be few and far between. The night before my departure, we stayed in a hotel at the airport. Thankfully I had my own room, but unfortunately it was directly opposite my parents. Everyone went to bed quite early, as we had a long day ahead the next day. Alarms were set for 3am and our 9 hour flight left at 11. Whilst in bed, I decided to check through Grindr, not expecting to find anything but i'd give it a go, maybe I could sext someone or something. As usual, there were a few profiles 4 maybe 5 miles away, I couldn't travel so they were out. I was about to give up when a profile popped up 50 feet away. Almost instantly I had a message from them with "looking?". Suddenly I became nervous, could I sneak out? I cant have them here what if my parents see them. But I was so horny I thought fuck it. I replied "yes, what room?" I wasn't prepared at all, I had no poppers, no condoms / lube, but I was so horny I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, it could've been my last for a month. I had a response from Grindr. He's on the same corridor as me, just 3 doors up. I left my room, being super quiet and making sure the heavy hotel door doesn't create suspicion for my parents. He had left his door on the latch and I walked in, pitch black. I couldn't see where I was going, until I could see the faint glow of a phone light and a the slight outline of a guy on the bed. I jumped straight into this, I didn't even ask the guy for a picture on Grindr. The phone light went off and I could see him getting up and walking to me, neither of us had said a word and he just started kissing me and fingering my ass. This was happening, I was so excited and asked to suck him. He had an average size cock, but it was extremely thick, it filled my mouth and he started fucking my throat. Every time I was gagging he pulled me up and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. He said "spit in my mouth". I was a little shocked, I hesitated and he grabbed my throat. "I said spit in my mouth". My dick suddenly got really hard. I spat in his mouth, as requested and he pulled me down to kiss me. "Don't you fucking cum until I say so". I didn't know how to respond, so I went with a simple "Yes sir". He pulled my dick in to his mouth and asked me to fuck his throat, I was getting close to cumming so I asked him to stop. He went into his rucksack and pulled out some poppers. "Picked these up in Amsterdam, they're the real deal now sniff". He held the bottle under my nose. "Sniff again and dont stop until I said so". I kept sniffing, and sniffing, "Stop and hold your breath until I say so". I held my breath and then he said "Release and suck this dick". I became super hot, and horny. His dick became the only thing in my world, I needed it, not having it wasn't an option. I managed to deep throat it and begin to vomit. He pulled out and stuck the bottle under my nose again. "Sniff bitch until I say stop". The thumping in my head was incredible, I felt free. He pulled away the bottle and spun me over and pushed my head into the bed. I felt him spit in hole, and I could feel his dick teasing the opening. He started to push and I started to gasp, before he put his hand over my mouth. "You only speak when I let you". "Yes sir" I replied. My first mistake. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY" as my head was thrusted into the mattress and my ass spanked harder than I knew was possible. I loved it. I could feel the poppers wearing off, and his thick cock was tearing my hole a part. I tried to reach for the poppers but my master grabbed them. He pulled them behind my back and said "You sniff when I let you.". He started to slow, he must've been close. He placed the bottle in front of me and said I want you to huff this. Put your lips around the bottle. I did as my master said. He climbed on the bed and made me sit on his dick. He wanted me to ride him and choke him at the same time. He pulled me in to kiss him and I could feel him thrust in to my house, he wouldn't let go and held me tight. He filled my ass with his cum. He pushed me away. "KEEP GOING", I kept going and a few seconds later he moaned. "MILK MY DICK MILK IT" I kept going and he told me I was a good boy. I asked him could I cum and he slapped me. "NO TALKING". He turned his body backwards and asked my to throat fuck him and choke him at the same time. I'm not to stop until I cum. I kept going and could hear him gagging, every time he smacked my ass I was to let go of his throat. It wasn't long, and my load flowed freely down his throat. He kept sucking, every last drop. He got up and kissed me, it was 2:30am, I was supposed to get up in half an hour. I told him I need to get back to my room. We exchanged numbers and I left. I walked back to my room, with the cum slowly dripping out my ass staining my underwear. It was my only pair so I had to wear these cum soaked underwear on the plane the next day. TO BE CONTINUED

I was ghosted by a guy on Grindr who I was supposed to meet. Since I was already cleaned out and ready, I was extra pissed (plus the pic he shared showed a BEAUTIFUL cock!). I had no sooner started scrolling the app again than I got a message from a guy asking if I was ready "right now." I'm used to guys flaking out so I don't usually clean out until I line something up, which means normally when I get a message like that it doesn't go anywhere. This time, though, I was primed and ready. He told me that he and his girlfriend had gotten a room the night before. She had left for work, and he had to leave within an hour. Could I come now? "Yes," was my one word reply, followed by a pic of my hole dripping a load I had taken a few weeks back. The photo I received showed a thick black cock, accompanied by the motel name and room number. "Be there in 15," I replied, and headed for the door. Less than 15 minutes later I was knocking on the room door. It opened to reveal a chubby black guy, already naked. Without a word, he lay down on the bed. I stripped, then bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth. He was soft, but with the combination of my expert tongue and light caresses of his balls, he was soon hard as a rock. It was then that I realized I had forgotten to bring my lube. Already committed, I took him as deep into my throat as I could, getting his shaft all slick and letting the strings of spittle stretch from his cock head to my lips as I pulled away. I didn't say anything, but instead turned around and climbed onto the other bed on my hands and knees. He took the cue, and stood behind me. In one fluid motion his slicked-up shaft was inside me and he was grabbing my shoulders for maximum leverage. He was a machine with one setting - he pounded my hole relentlessly, the slaps of his skin on mine reverberating in the room as he owned my slutty hole. He surprised me by picking up his pace as he got closer to giving me his load. His hands moved from my shoulders to around my neck as he did so. I had never been choked during sex before, but I was loving this brutal assault on my hole so much that I didn't care. His grip on my neck tightened and loosened until finally he let go and grabbed my hips. He stopped mid-stroke and I could feel his load releasing deep in my guts. I dressed quickly and left without us exchanging another word. I'm hoping he'll hit me up again next time he and his girlfriend get a room. If I see him online, I'll get myself ready, just in case!

I could see he was getting close, “Oh fuck, pig! I’m gonna cum!”, he bellowed. “Do it, fucker! Knock me up! Breed me!”, I begged. “Gonna POZ you up man. Gonna. Fuckin’. POZ!!!!”, he barely got that out before I felt his rock hard meat painting my guts with his sick seed. Time was suspended as I stared up at him between my legs. He ground his venom into me real good before finally going soft and sliding out. I immediately replaced his cock with a butt plug I kept handy. Nothing like getting a charged load on your lunch hour. Ain’t working from home great? Now, I have a fondness for rough trade. And this dude was just my speed: Skinny, bearded, heavily tattooed, and POZ - a gorgeous specimen. To think I had hit him up less than an hour before on one of the hookup apps. And here I was with his toxic baby batter safely stewing in my faggot cunt. ”You think it’ll take?”, I asked. “Should - I’m toxic as fuck.”, he replied while casually lighting a cigarette. Soon enough he got dressed and collected his gear. “Let me know if you wanna go again sometime, dude”, I said as he walked towards the door. He paused, got a wicked smile on his face and said, “Come see me tonight. Stop by just before 9 pm. Be ready”. With this, he handed me a business card. “Later pig”, he spat as the door shut behind him. I inspected the card; ‘Ruby Scorpion Tattoos’. The address put it on the south side of town. I have some ink on me, not a lot, but I hadn’t scratched that particular itch in some time. I had only started actively Chasing since making a New Years resolution to get POZZED by the end of this year. And finding a real unmedicated POZ fucker was proving a greater challenge than I had expected. So the prospect of getting another dirty load from this guy - especially in a tattoo parlor - got me hella excited. By 8:30; I’m cleaned up, cleaned out, and headed to the south side. As I’m driving through this unfamiliar part of town, I see a red neon scorpion in one of the windows. Definitely the right place! I hit the front door just before 9 pm. A bell announces my arrival. “We’re closed!”, said a big guy with a push broom, not bothering to look up. “Oh - umm...I was told to..”, I stammered. “We’re closed, ASSHOLE!”, he growled this time turning to face me. It was then that I realized I never got the name of the fucker that had bred me. I pulled the business card - no name on it. At this point, the broom guy started toward me with a purpose. This guy was big. I mean BIG: six foot four, broad shoulders, barrel chest, shaved head, goatee, wearing a white wife-beater that popped against his brown skin. And he was clearly pissed. I’m already turning to leave as he reaches for me. “Tiny! Hold it, he’s with me.”, I hear from the back of the shop as the fucker from before enters the front. ‘Tiny’ released me roughly as the fucker locked the front door and took me by the arm. “I’m sorry. I...I..didn’t know your name”, I offered a bit shakily. “Chill”, he replied as we crossed the room. “Yeah, sorry - your buddy ‘Tiny’ kinda freaked me out. I’m chill, I’m chill...”, I began. “No, I’m Chill... My. Name. Is. ‘CHILL’”, he corrected. It took me a second. “Oh...OK. Hi.” (Jeez this guy must think I’m a dork). He chuckled to himself as he walked through the shop. “So you already met Tiny”. I acknowledged him with a nod. He had resumed sweeping. “Come with me”, he ordered. I complied, lost in the moment. “Tiny, this is that new guy I told you about earlier.”, Chill said causing Tiny to stop sweeping. “Oh yeah?”, Tiny replied, “I’ll tell Sarge”. With that, Tiny disappeared into the back room. I followed Chill down a flight of stairs to a dungeon space. The room was painted black with red lighting. A sling hung in the middle. I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I was naked in an instant. Chill pushed me to my knees and hauled out his semi while I hit my poppers. I was sucking him nice and hard as I heard two sets of boots tromp down the stairs. Soon enough, Tiny had hauled me up - effortlessly, I might add - and set me into the sling. He secured my wrists and ankles firmly with velcro restraints. He paused to take in my body. I’m no huge prize, but I’m decent looking for a man who just turned 40. This was the first time I looked at Tiny in the face. He was handsome, with smooth features that made him ageless. He smiled knowingly, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Chill told us about you. About what you want. What you need,” he started caressing my cheek. I began to speak, “Shhhh,” Tiny whispered putting his index finger to his lips, “You’re here for a reason. You’re in the right place.” “This the pig you bred earlier”, a new voice bellowed. “You must be Sarge,” I said. He looked over at me with a cold glare. “No one’s talking to you.”, he uttered condescending while taking a puff of his cigar. Tiny, behind him, held his index finger to his lips again. OK, my bad - I thought to myself. Sarge was an older dude. Silver flattop haircut, clean shaven, muscle shirt, jeans, sleeves on both arms, and a face that told the story of a life lived hard. I watched as Chill undressed as he murmured something in Sarge’s ear. Tiny took his his cue and also started undressing. All the while, Sarge never taking his eyes off me. Sarge walked over to me. His two coworkers flanking him, stroking themselves absently. He took a long draw on his cigar. The tip of it glowed red. Smoke exited his nostrils menacingly. “Chill tells me you’ve been looking for...a certain something. Is that right?”, he asked. I nodded and swallowed hard. “Well, lucky for you, we may just be able to help you with that. Is that what you want?”. I nodded again as my cock twitched. He took another puff of his cigar and stepped back into the darkness. Chill stepped forward, greased his cock and pressed it against my hole. Tiny got me poppered up as Chill entered me. He was just as bone hard as he had been earlier that day. You ever take a cock that’s so hella-hard it feels like steel? That’s Chill. His dick may not have been the biggest, but it was veiny as fuck and I swear it was hard as stone. He got his fuck on. I could see his turgid tool sawing into me in the mirror suspended above. I felt and watched as my now soft, worthless, dick jiggled and bounced on my belly. I reveled in that expression of my submission. I could see Sarge’s silhouette in the background - his cigar glowing and fading from time to time. The smoke lending a haze to the dim red lighting. Having unloaded in me earlier, Chill took a good long time to get his nut. But nut he did. And gloriously so. He made sure to fully unload into me before stepping away. Less then a minute later Tiny stepped forward. Having taken off his shirt I could now see, even in this light, his full body tattoo. It was one magnificent piece, from his neckline down. He turned around slowly, arms outstretched, to let me take it In. I marveled at the artistry, at the patience it took, at the pain tolerance of the man. It must have taken years. That familiar red glow peaked and faded over his shoulder. Tiny seemed to enjoy the admiration - of me feasting my eyes on him. He smiled broadly and cued me to look up at the mirror. Doing so, I saw his equally magnificent black cock as he approached my cunt. Tiny, it was NOT. This was a cock any man would envy. Would fear. Thick as my wrist and almost as long. With a magnificent crimson head the size of a plum. I took a hard swallow as his foreskin kissed my pussy lips. I tensed at the thought of him entering me. From the shadows, Chill appeared and poppered me up. With that, Tiny began his long journey into me. His pliant cockhead entered me easily enough. Followed, slowly, by his ebony shaft. Slowly. Achingly slowly. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as his smooth raw cock travelled deeper and deeper towards my core. I felt him press against my inner ring. Somehow, Chill was right there poppering me up again. I could feel Tiny relent from my inner cunt. He whispered: “Give your self to me. I want to give you my Gift. Show me how much you want it, now.” In that moment, I felt my world open to him. Tiny slid effortlessly the rest of the way into me. A stream of precum flowed out of my soft useless dick onto my belly. He dipped a finger into it and brought it to his lips. “Sweet, like nectar”. He hissed. I was gone. Gone. I think I passed in and out of consciousness. I remember feeling myself move, rocking back and forth - as if in slow motion. My vision narrowed. I seemed to float up above myself. I could see myself being cleaved in half by this beautiful living rail splitter. Moments later, I realized I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. I wondered why I had not realized that before. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. I marveled as Tiny’s black log appeared and disappeared. Over and over. A part of me wondered how he was doing that. Suddenly I tumbled back into myself when I heard a long scream. It was Tiny. His body convulsed as he delivered a river of charged cum into me. Flooding me. Tiny stood very still. I could see his chest heave for breath . He was covered in sweat, as was I. After a long moment I felt his magnificent third arm slip out of me. He staggered back, into the shadows. I didn’t need my hands to tell me my cunt was gaping open and dripping onto the floor below. I wallowed in that feeling of total surrender. Then I heard Sarge step forward. His cigar lighting the way. He took the cigar from his mouth and brought it down to my mawing cunt. I felt him circle my gaping pussy lips with it. The feeling was...indescribably perfect. He brought his cigar back to his mouth. With this, Chill and Tiny stepped forward next to him. Sarge savored the taste of cum on his cigar. Tiny leaned down to receive Sarge’s smoke filled kiss. He took another puff and shard that with Chill. I was witness to a sharing I never knew possible before. Sarge unzipped and hauled out his own very impressive meat. He slipped into my meathole all too easily. “Mmmm...just how I like it: Sloppy as all fuck.” Sarge pulled out and took hold of his long pendulous balls. Together with his cock, he brought them to my mawing cunt, and all at once ALL OF HIM was inside me. Sarge was fucking me with his cock and balls fully inside me. My mind reeled at the sight of it. He pounded me with fury. I watched slack-jawed as he pins toned my cunt until he delivered his demon seed into me as well. It was all too much - and watched as my now hard cock shot a no hands load on me chest. Rapture. It was rapture. Sarge took a step back and regained his composure. “Your journey is almost done”, Sarge said softly. With that signal, Tiny and Chill appeared on either side of me. A small spotlight shown on my left pec. Chill wiped me down as Tiny picked up his tattoo machine. It buzzed to life in his hand as he brought it to my skin. “I had my doubts when Chill brought you here,” Sarge shared. “He had to convince me. But you won over Tiny fairly quickly. And seeing you take them on as you did proved they were right. You were ready.” Tiny worked on me for a several minutes. I couldn’t make out what he had tattooed on my chest in the mirror above. As Tiny stepped away, Chill leaned in from his side and started with his machine. The buzzing continued. Sarge went on, “You’re part of a select few now. We’ve only given our collective Gift to three others before you. Each of us, you see, carries a different strain. All three of us are unmedicated POZ. And now, all three strains have found their new home in you”. The buzzing stopped. Tiny and Chill freed my hands. Sarge passed me a hand mirror. For the first time, I saw my transformation tattoo: A small Ruby Scorpion. It was beautiful. I felt a peace wash over me. As if I had reached the end of a long journey. Finally, I had come home.

Big turn on for me to see my bottom in pain and sucking it up because they know their place is under Me receiving my cock and cum. Faggots would be rejecting their call in life if they don’t do ANYTHING to get a Man’s load. My job is to get hard and enjoy their holes. Their job is to present their hole and let me enjoy. If they do a good job they get my cum as a reward. I care only if I have a long term thing with the bottom but only in that if he gets hurt badly it would disable him for further use until he is healed. So I will use MY sub rough but not too rough. He would need to be ready for more use as soon as I am done with the first load up

Easy: 1. Smile. Say thank you and how much you need good dick like the one he has 2. don’t look anxious looking for the next load. Take your time with the top that just gave you a load. 3. reach out to your top a couple of days later. Let him know you thought of the other day and let him know you are available for more breedings from him. 4. since I am a Dominant Top, I enjoy a bottom who -no matter how rough I used him- he is gentle and affectionate to Me. That will get me hooked. if you want the Top back, do what you can to give him as much pleasure as possible. To Me, it means a lot when the bottom looks for ways to make me enjoy his hole as much as possible. Maybe gently (gently!!) squeezing my cock as I am shooting, cleaning with his mouth after, telling me how great it was, etc.

We left the restaurant and beelined to the closest bathhouse. We rented a double bed room. I'm not sure why Hubby insisted on this. As I expected we really didn't spend any time in it. The sling was empty so I went directly there and climbed aboard. Hubby began humping me bareback to send a clear message. My ass was available for breeding. When we had attracted an audience of three or four Hubby pulled out tapped in a beer bellied average looking 50ish guy with a smallish dick. Again he was sending a message. 'No load refused ',and for my part he was right. As beer belly rutted my ass Hubby headed off on a mission that I knew nothing about. After ten minutes I received load fourteen for my day, the only goal I knew of for this bathhouse visit. Hubby circled and weaved through the maze of hallways. He checked every open door looking for one very particular guy, really any guy with a biohazard tattoo. This turned out to be a needle in a haystack search which took so long that four more guys had pumped and bred my dripping ass. I was warn out by my extra active day and ready to climb out of the sling and head on home. About that time Hubby was also ready to give up on his quest. That's when he saw his mark signing in at the front desk. This guys cocky banter with the staff, his impish confident grin, his mop of wild curls all captured Hubby's attention. From a discrete distance Hubby watched as this curly headed male magnet found his locker and stripped. He was not ripped but certainly fit with broad shoulders and a bubble butt. The generous painting of eclectic tattoos covering his body and limbs announced a free spirit celebrating his unique path in life. Just before wrapping a towel around his middle he turned and faced Hubby. That's when Hubby caught a quick glimpse of a beautiful five inch flaccid dick and above that peaking through closely cropped pubic hair ... a four inch biohazard tattoo. Curly caught Hubby staring, smiled and winked at my man. He made a pointing motion toward the biohazard tattoo and mouthed 'This?' Hubby nodded. Curly mouthed 'You got a room?' Hubby walked past Curly quietly saying, "Follow me." In our room and door closed Curly had both towels on the floor, naked bodies entwined and his tongue down Hubby's throat. Hubby gladly reciprocated. Curly effortlessly spun Hubby around leaned him against the wall and had his raw cock head poking Hubby's hole before he spoke; "I'm assuming you are prelubed." Hubby; "Ah... actually I'm not. But I..." Curly interrupted; "Spit works." Hubby; "No ... well wait..." Curly; "Forget that,I'm fucking and breeding your handsome ass man." Forcefully turning to face Curly Hubby spoke. "As great as that sounds I actually scoped you out for my lover. But first, can I ask about this tattoo. " Curly; "The biohazard." Hubby; "Yeah, are really hazardous, toxic?" Curly; "Never been medicated, huge fuckin viral load which I'm about to plough deep into your fuckin negative ass. " Hubby's head spun as he was turned back and Curly's cock penetrated his dry ass. The humping fuck had already started in earnest. Through increasing pain Hubby managed to cry out; "Fuck man. You can have my ass; but, I need to clean out, we need lube, and my partner needs your first toxic load." Curly; "Yeah? He's probably on PrEP. No, I prefer to claim tops like you bud." Hubby; "Fuck! I promise you will; but, I want my lover to take your first toxic load. He's had at least thirteen loads today, two probably poz, he's not on PrEP. I want to see you fuck and breed him, knock him up. Then you can finish violating my negative ass. And no, I'm not on PrEP either." Curly pulled his nine inch rock hard fuck probe out; "Hmm, sounds interesting. Where is this cum whore pig husband of your's?" Hubby; "In the sling." Curly grabbed Hubby by the arm and toed him to the sling. Their healthy erections leading the way on full display for all to see. A three hundred pound bear was unloading in me when they arrived in all their naked glory. The bear pulled out and Curly was feltching my ass in a flash. Even quicker he spat on Hubby's cock and pushed it into my stretched hole. Just as quickly six inches of Curly's cock was impaled in Hubby. He whispered in Hubby's ear; "I'm going to watch as you breed your last negative load into your husband. And don't get any ideas, I'm not giving up this front row seat 'til your guts are swimming with my poison." Although he had been whispering I heard every word and my cock hardened with way more vigor than I thought I had left in me. Me to Hubby; "Does he know you're not on PrEP?" Curly; "Sure do bud. Knew your hubby wanted me to poz his top ass the moment I saw him staring at my biohazard tattoo." Me; "Fuckin A man! From the pain on his face I'd guess you're fucking him without lube, tearing his guts to peices so your poison shoots right into his blood stream." Curly; "Fuckin right man!" Hubby panting; "I wanted you to be first lover..." Me; "Ripp him apart, then breed him deep. Fuck Hubby, this is way better! I'll never forget watching you get fuckin pozed while pounding me. Fuckin A breeder, you getting close? Don't hold back. Cum in Hubby's ass! Poz his top guts!" Curly to Hubby; "I need to blow man. Where do you want this toxic load?" Resigned Hubby spoke. "Cum in me, poz my ass man. It's time."

Home Depot bathroom, 5 minutes. Was picking up something, can't remember what and turned down an aisle. Up walked this slice of hot daddy and his wife. As I got closer I recognized him as a guy who'd bred me a few times over the summer. He blanched after his initial big smile. I acted like I had no clue who he was, but he saw me walk towards the bathrooms. I waited at the door of the furthest stall with my shorts hanging off my ass and in he walked 5 seconds later. He pushed me into the stall as he undid hid pants. He was already rock hard. He spit on my hole and then on his dick. He pumped me a few times then shot his load. As he was grunting in my ear he said "Thanks for not outing me to my wife." I responded. "Anytime, Daddy. I don't care that you're married. Just that you're hard." He still hits me up every month or so and it's always a good fuck!

PART ONE My name is David and I’m an athletic 20 y/o straight guy. Correction: I thought I was!!! I used to spend my weekends hanging out with my girlfriend, but now I spend them lying in a sling getting gangbanged and getting my as filled up with loads of cum. I knew my GF since I was 9 y/o and I thought that I was in love with her, so I didn’t explore my sexuality. In one night I was converted all thanks to some white crystals. It all started a few months ago when my GF and I broke up because she was fucking another guy. To be honest… I felt relieved. Finally I could also spend time with my friends in the weekends. Not that I hardly see them; 7 years ago we started a Parkour (free-running) team after we saw some YouTube vids about it, so you could find us after classes or work at the park or by the abandoned parking garage practicing our moves and jumps. My best friend is Brian, he’s 18 y/o (nearly 19) and coincidently also the younger brother of my ex GF. Brian was a bit different than the rest. When he became 16 he started in the weekends by staying out all night, no one knew where he was. His parents grounded him but without any effect; he just sneaked out when he had the change. He always came home after a few days, so after a while his parents gave up. Around the same I also saw that he had a few tattoos on his body. My first weekend as a free man was coming up so I asked Brian if he wanted to hang out. He told me that his parents weren’t home that weekend so we could do whatever we liked. So later that evening I went over to Brian’s house. Brian opened the door shirtless. I could see that he had a lot more tattoos on his toned body than when I saw them for the first time. ‘Is your sis also home?’, I asked. ‘She’s out and probably won’t come home tonight. So don’t worry!’ he replied. We watched a movie, but I was keeping an eye on the door; I didn’t want to see her cheating face. ‘Dude, relax! Be glad that you’re a free man. Time to start living!’, said Brian. ‘You’re right! But I’m not as laid back as you!’, I replied. He asked ‘Wanna smoke some weed?’. ‘No! I tried that once and became ill’, I answered. ‘In that case… I have something else that doesn’t make you ill… and it will also help you relax’, Brian said. I wanted to say ‘No’ but Brian interrupted me: ‘What did I just said… live a bit!’. ‘Trust me!’, he added. I smiled and nodded. He came back with a burner and a glass pipe with a bowl on the end. He got a bag with a small amount of white crystals and he loaded the contents of the bag in the bowl. The he heated the bowl with the burner and took a deep hit. After 10 seconds he exhaled and said ‘Up for it?’. I nodded. Brian heated the bowl and placed the pipe at my mouth. I followed his instructions and inhaled deep and kept it in for about 10 seconds. ‘You have to take 4 more hits’ Brian said. After the fourth I could feel my body relax. I gave the pipe back to Brian and he also took 5 deep hits. A warm glow went thru my body. ‘When the heat gets to much it’s best to take of your shirt!’ Brian said. ‘Isn’t necessary I think!’, I replied. But a few minutes later I took my shirt off. ‘Shall I switch the movie to some porn?’, Brian asked. ‘Sounds good’, I replied. I felt horny as hell and started rubbing my cock thru my shorts. I saw that Brian got the pipe and took some hits, he than he handed over the pipe and I also took some hits. Brian pulled down his shorts and started to stroke his cock. ‘You don’t mind, do you?!’ he asked. I replied by doing the same. It wasn’t hard to miss that Brian’s cock was larger than my 8 inches. ‘Damn! I knew that my cock was large but yours is even bigger!’, I said. ’Just under 10 inches’, he replied. After stroking our own cocks for 20 minutes I asked for another hit. Brian replied: ‘Sorry dude, we used up the small amount I had!’. ‘Too bad! I made me feel so hot and submissive!’, I replied. ‘We can get some more!’, he said. I looked at Brian. He continued: ‘Friends of mine always have enough, so we can pick up some there. It’s only a 10 minute drive when we take your car’. ‘Don’t they mind?’, I asked. ‘No they won’t… so let’s go… the quicker we go, the quicker we’re back!’, Brian said. So I grabbed my car keys and we drove to Brian’s friends. We arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside, the doorman and Brian greeted each other. When we stepped in to the elevator Brian typed a code on the keypad and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. When we stepped out of the elevator we enter a hallway. At the end we came in a huge living room. Brian cut across towards an other hall, I followed him. We came at a door and I could here loud music and muffled voices coming from behind it. ‘Wait here!’, Brian said. He entered the room, but forgot to fully close the door. I heard moaning and other strange noises. I started to get curious and pushed the door a bit more open so I could see what was happening. I saw naked men fucking and sucking other men. I saw a young guy (18-19 y/o) laying in a sling with his wristed tied behind his back. A black guy with a huge cock walked towards the guy. He rubbed some spit on his cock and started to enter that small white ass. When young guy started to moan louder the black guy took the boys nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them. The moans got louder and louder as the black cock sank deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside the moaning guy. At that same moment the door opened and Brian and another guy stood in front of me. ‘Are you enjoying the view?’, he said. I stuttered while trying to say ‘No’. ‘Dude your dick is telling us a different story’, said the guy besides Brian. I looked down and saw that my cock was pitching a tent in my shorts and there was also a wet stain where my dick oozed pre-cum. ‘Don’t feel ashamed for liking what you see. I’m not ashamed for it either.”, said Brian. ‘Know you know what I was doing in the weekends’, he said laughing. ‘Come in… no one will bite you!’, said the other guy. I walked in and saw that the other guy was Brians older brother Chris. Chris is 25 y/o and his ripped body is covered in tattoos. His nipples are pierced and he has a huge cock with a PA piercing. Brian hands me a pipe. To calm my nerves I take several deep hits. When I give the pipe back to him I see that Brian already took of his clothes. ‘There’s only one of us overdressed’, Brian said while pulling down my shorts. Chris pulls up my shirt over my head. Brian stands in front of me and looks me deep in my eyes. His hand starts to stroke my hard cock. I become mesmerized. Our faces come closer, our lips touch and we start to kiss. I never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end. He did a step back and said: ‘You said that the Tina makes you horny and submissive. Are you willing to open yourself for new feelings and ideas? Are you willing to give yourself to me and to do whatever I say no questions asked? Do you thrust me?’. ‘YES, YES, YES’ I answered unknowing what to come. ‘Drink this’, Brian said. ‘What is it’. I asked. ‘It’s something called G… it’s to relax you… After this no questions anymore, remember?!’, Brian said. I nodded. I went to sit down and saw how the black guy was pounding the young guy in the sling harder and harder. With a loud roar he rammed his cock as deep as he could and started to shake. ‘That’s Devon and his loads are huge… Go and take a closer look!”, says Chris. I walk towards the sling and see how Devon pulls out his cock. The asshole of the young guy stays open and pulsates while slowly a stream of cum start to ooze out. ‘Your cock likes it… why don’t you put yours in so you can feel how a sloppy cum hole feels?’, says Devon. I move towards the ass and slide my cock inside. The feeling is incredible and not to explain. Brain takes place behind me, his hand goes around my waist and slides besides my cock in the ass. When it’s inside it wraps around my cock and begins to stroke my cock. The feeling of being jerked off inside some ones ass is mind-blowing. The bottom and I start moan in sync. Brian start to jerk harder and faster. I feel my cock swell up inside and with a loud roar I shoot my first load in a boys ass. Brian and I pull out and kiss. Then Brian takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to show you how you clean your ass… because I only fuck clean asses… you want to feel this cock inside you? Yes you do! Because you said you would give yourself to me!!’, Brian said with a grin. I smiled and nodded. When I was clean I could feel that I was getting woozy from the drink. Brian orders me to lay in the sling. ‘When you’re in the sling a pipe isn’t very handy… so we a better way… stick out your arm and trust me!’, said Brian. I do as asked and stick out my arm. Chris takes a shoelace and ties off my arm. Before I realize it I feel a needle in my arm and see how the contents of the syringe disappears in my vein. ‘Enjoy the trip!’, says Chris while he looses the shoelace. I feel the T shooting thru my veins which makes me cough. And while I feel myself glide into a state of pure trance I hear Chris say ‘I gave him an extra dose to make him totally brainwash him and turn him in to a toxic cum whore’. The only thing I remember is begging to get my ass filled with cock and me pleading to be turned in to a toxic cum whore. I woke up from my trance a few hours later with a sloppy cum as like the other young guy. The young guy was laying beside me. He was wearing glasses this time. I recognized him as a guy from my class. ‘The next time the dose will be normal… that way you can feel it all when you get fucked by Devon”, said the guy. ‘Did I got fucked by Devon?’, I said. ‘Yes! Brian even fisted his cum deeper inside you!’ he replied. I was in shock. ‘They filmed everything so you can watch it… so you can see what they are going to do to you next week!’, he added. ‘Don’t think that there will be a next time!’, I said. ‘Yes you will, that empty feeling in your ass will get more and more until you beg to be filled! I was converted last year and I haven’t missed a party since! Their toxic DNA is flowing in your blood now. Your one of us!” he says. ‘One of you?’, I asked. ‘Hey guys, he didn’t discover the band-aid just above his cock!’, he shouts. ‘We all got a biohazard tattoo with the text “POZ BROTHER” above it. We all have one!’, he continued. Slowly the result of my actions set in and the harder I thought about it the hornier I got. My ass started to tingle, I know now that the empty feeling only will get worser, so I asked out loud ‘Can some one please fill my ass again?’. ‘Later… we first going to show you on bigscreen what you missed! So you know what where going to do to you next time!’, said Chris laughing. TO BE CONTINUED!

Part 1 The bar was its usual buzz for a Saturday night. I chatted briefly with a few friends as I made my way through the moderately sized crowd to the bar. Randy the bartender had seen me come in and had a gin and tonic waiting for me. Creeping up on thirty, he’d been a staple behind the bar for a number of years now. Tall with dark brown wavy hair, a handsome face that always had a welcoming smile, and nice body, he was generally the most popular bartender in the place. I remembered his premiere weekend here, the fresh meat in the lion’s den, one of the many college students who got into the place on the “Under 21” policy that allowed them to hang in the bar but could not order alcohol. That certainly didn’t stop others from surreptitiously feeding them cocktails here and there, though. I’ll admit I like them young. Fresh faces and ass relatively new to the scene. I’m 56, my hair having turned silver over a decade ago, I had never outgrown my preference for the newbies. Not your basic twink, mind you — no, I preferred the ones who were masculine, had some definition to them, and were studying. Intelligence was a must for me. And if they were a bit uncertain of themselves, shy with limited experience, that just turned me on more. Randy had been that boy about nine years ago. The fresh face, going to the local state university, and feeling his way around the gay community. Not surprisingly he’d been immensely popular, as the newbies usually are. It took me more than a month to groom him, talking casually when he appeared at the bar, talking about his studies while I shared insights from my own business. I didn’t rush it. I preferred for them to show interest in me. One night Randy started to get more touchy-feely than he’d been in his first month, tentatively making body contact, standing shoulder to shoulder at the bar. I knew the subtle signals and cashed in my chips that night. I took Randy, the intelligent, curious business student and amateur college athlete I’d been grooming for weeks, and turned him into a moaning, writhing bundle of hot face and muscle that pleaded for me to breed him. You see, that’s what I really get off on. Taking a young stud and turning him into my play thing; stripping away his self-control and straight-laced façade, and molding him into a cum-hungry repository for my seed. Randy was just one of hundreds of these conquests. I scooped my drink off the bar, Randy taking a moment to flirt with me before another patron demanded attention. He’d been one of my regular fuck boys that first year, coaxing him out of his inhibitions, teaching him that he was really a cumdump. Too bad he had aged out for me, but they all did. Turning away from the bar, I started scanning the faces. There were of course many I knew, some friends, others conquests — the benefits of living near the state’s flagship university. I made eye contact with Colby, a tall, cute policy sci student who had given himself to me last weekend — or maybe it was the weekend before. He’d been a “last call” boy, his friends having either hooked up or left for the night. Colby was lingering, clearly horny and needing someone to take him. I smiled at the sheepishness he showed tonight as he furtively smiled then looked away. Not an unusual reaction from these boys; not wanting their friends to know they’d surrendered to a notorious whore. Colby hadn’t been so sheepish when I recently took him up to my loft. I own the gallery next to the bar in the city’s artist district, and live in the loft above that. Very convenient. Colby had been at the bar a few weeks ago, hanging with a group of friends. Colby was playing his usual hard-to-get game that night, and over-played his hand with another college student who picked up someone else instead. Colby was among the last boys standing at last call, clearly wanting to go home with someone. I snatched him just as the lights were coming up for the night. He was feeling the influence of the cocktails he’d been smuggled during the night — he was one of the few boys I didn’t have to buy drinks for — and his attitude had given way to his horniness. I got him out of his clothes right away, and had him get onto all fours atop my coffee table. His body was even better than I had expected, and I was turned on displaying him on the table. I fed him my ample Italian cock, coaching him through our entire encounter. “That’s it, Colby. Suck daddy’s cock long and slow. No, slower. You’re milking it, not making it cum right away. My cum is going in your other hole. Good boy. Now slide your mouth all the way down the shaft. All the way, I said! Take it. Take it!” I pulled a couple small bottles out of a drawer in the table. I unscrewed the tiny cap on one and put it under Colby’s nose. “Inhale. It’s fine. They’re just poppers, nothing to be afraid of. Do it again, but inhale for real this time. There you go.” Colby’s cock sucking became more voracious as the poppers took him, and I reached back to his ass and gently probed his fresh hole. I didn’t know much about this one; I’d picked him up because it was gonna be convenient and I planned to get off. His hole was tight — very tight. “That’s a tight hole, boy. Has it been fucked before?” “ A couple times.” “By a man? Or just school boys?” “Just guys my age.” His admission made my heart pump faster. “Just so you know, I don’t take loads,” he said urgently. “No worries,” I said, playfully rubbing my hand through his hair while I continued to massage his tight ass. It was amusing when these newbies tried to set the expectations for our encounter. This wasn’t really a negotiation, but it wasn’t time to take the decision away from him. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and got behind him, gently probing his tender hole with my thumb. Then I slid my tongue inside him. He let out a deep moan. I inserted my tongue deeper, spreading his cheeks with both my hands. I spread lube into his hole, fingering it deeper, feeling his sphincter tighten around my thick finger. “Pick up the bottle of poppers and take. Two more hits. That’s it. Much better. Deep breaths. That’s it, Colby. They make you feel so good, don’t they?” “Yeah,” he replied quietly, starting to move his hips so his ass stretched on my fingers. I felt his sphincter twitch and relax. “Good boy. This is why you came here tonight. Isn’t it?” he didn’t answer. I fled two fingers deep inside his hole, probing, massaging his prostate. He groaned with pleasure. He’d probably never been finger fucked like this before. “Tell me,” I said firmly. “Why did you come here tonight?” “To get fucked“ he admitted meekly. I knew this wasn’t how he envisioned his night going when he’d left his dorm room. He’d had dreams of finding a boyfriend tonight in the bar, and awkwardly making love for the first time together. All these newbies did. But here he was, naked on a coffee table, his ass in the hands of a master. He was feeling submissive, wrestling with this new experience, trying to resist it, but desperately wanting to totally give himself over to it. I stood behind him, lathering my long cock with lube. Colby was on all fours in front of me, waiting. Hoping. I put the head of my cock against his hole. He tightened up, but I gently massaged the head up and down. “Just feel that,” I coached him. “Feel the warmth against your hole. There’s nothing better. There’s nothing you want more than this right now. Take another hit of poppers.” I could hear the tell-tale sound of him huffing. I heard him moan softly. I entered with a steady pressure, pushing his anxious hole open, and filling him with my cock. Colby tensed with the shock most newbies experience when first being entered. I waited for it to subside, then. Slowly began. Working my cock deep inside him. “Feel that, Colby. Feel daddy’s cock inside you. This is what you needed, isn’t it?” “Yes, daddy,” he whimpered. I started using longer strokes, looking down to watch my cock gliding in and out of the moaning youngster. He’d had dick inside him before, but this was the first time he was taking an experienced fuck. I love watching my dick go in and out of a fresh hole, so I left Colby in that position the entire time. I started to pound the boy. I felt my balls slapping against his smooth ass. “You feel those balls slapping against your ass, boy?” “Oh my gawd yes!” Colby started. Bucking. His ass against my cock, trying to drive it in even deeper. “That’s it, Colby. Ride daddy’s big dick. Show me how much you want it.” I reached down and grabbed a handful of his curly hair, pulling his head back. “Feel that man cock filling you.” “It’s so fucking good,” he whimpered. I pounded colby’s young ass. He whimpered, moaned, and even begged a few times for more. Like many others before him, colby had submitted himself to my addy cock. Whatever thoughts he had about setting expectations were gone. He was mine. I had control of the young stud. I pounded him long and hard in the pale light. I watched my cock working his hole. I started to feel the pressure inside building. “I’m getting close, boy. It’s almost time. For your breeding.” Colby said nothing; he just kept moaning. I grinned to myself. “That’s it, boy. That’s it. You’ve earned this.” Colby pushed his ass back onto my cock more vigorously. Instinctively he could feel what was coming next. He turned to look over his shoulder at me. “Yeah, boy. It’s coming. You know you want it!” Silently Colby rode me. The anticipation was tightening around us, and both our breathing was more labored. I was trying to hold back the fury in my balls, relishing the anticipation. Colby was desperate for what I was about to give him. Finally I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I erupted. My load flooded Colby, drowning his insides. “Oh my fuck!” he yelled, seemingly feeling the rush inside him. My body was shaking with the release, and Colby shuddered knowing that he had taken his very first load. I leaned my upper body against his back, feeling the cool sweat on our skin. Colby’s breeding cherry was mine; he had my cum spreading side him, marking him as mine. He’d always remember his first breeding. Colby spent the night, rather than trying to pull himself together after the pounding he’d taken. Throughout the night I could feel Colby reach back and massage my big balls. Each time he did, my cock would swell again. I spent most of the night with a raging hard on. Colby would occasionally grind his ass against my dick, seeking reassurance that it was still there. It was still early morning when I felt aroused and energetic enough to do something about it. I rolled the half-asleep Colby onto his stomach, letting my body hover over his naked backside, my ample cock slowly move back and forth across his young ass. He stirred. Colby was waking up, realizing where he was and what he’d submitted to last night. I could see in his eyes he knew who I was, and was already plotting a surreptitious exit so no one would see him leaving the whore’s building. Now was the moment to act if he had any hope of escaping. “I should go — uhhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh!” My cock was deep inside him. His groans were instant and so gratifying. I felt all his power and determination to leave dissipate with those three long, deep thrusts. He unconsciously spread his legs wider to take my thrusting cock, his body craving more of me. I fucked him spread eagle on the bed, the grunts slightly muffled in the thick mattress. I flipped him onto his back, wanting him to see me at work. I could tell the seeds of regret were already implanted in his head. He would lie to his friends, hiding three truths. First, that he had been mounted by a notorious whore that they’d cautioned him about. Second, that he’d been bred for the very first time in his life by that same whore. And third — and perhaps the most damning truth — was that he had wanted it all so badly. Colby was again moaning like a little bitch, his long body draped across my bed in supplication. His green eyes were becoming more desperate, silently pleading for more but also to be released from his uncontrollable desire. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Please fuck me.” I had him where I wanted him. “You want more seed, don’t you boy?” Colby tried to resist answering. I could see the struggle in his face. He’d been conditioned to say no. He’d been taught not to do this. But he wanted it. He NEEDED it! “Please…..” was all he could muster. His face suddenly looked so young, so innocent. This was his first submission, and it both thrilled and terrified him. I’m sure I had a malicious grin on my face. His ankles in the palms of my hands, I spread his long legs wider, his knees even with his hips, opening his ass wider, and letting him take in the full view of my upper body dominating him. I started pounding his tender hole. He’d be sore tonight, jerking off to the memory of this moment. I locked eyes with his, silently communicating to him what was about to happen. He knew. I could see it in his eyes. The sound of my balls slamming. Against his young skin faded; I felt their heavy weight implode as my seed pulsed up through my cock. The boy felt it too; he held his breath in anticipation of it. I reached down and tightly squeezed his long cock in one hand. Colby gasped as the unexpected sensitive seized him. He felt my cock swell inside him for the second time. “Please….” He whispered again. Grabbing both his thighs I pumped into his buttery hole hard. My cock exploded inside him like a rocket, spewing my seed deep inside Colby’s hungry ass. He could feel it. “Oh fuck! Oh, fucking breed me!” he pleaded. “Oh fuck, yeah…. Give me that seed!” I kept pumping slowly, relishing the feeling of my thick cum lubricating my cock inside the youngster. I reached down and squeezed Colby’s cock again, giving it a hard tug. The boy was pushed over the threshold, his own load gushing across his smooth abs. Colby was panting from the exertion. So was I. I settled down on top of his naked body, enjoying the moment. I doubted he would be back anytime soon — I could see the seeds of shame in his eyes. At the very least, it would be awhile before he could admit this was what he wanted. He’d struggle with the question: if I was the cumdump for a notorious whore, what does that make me? He’d be desperate to make certain no one ever knew what he’d done in my loft. I came out of my reminiscence, walking past Colby in the bar. There were quite a few people here tonight, and I expect to see a few of my boys. And hopefully score a new one — maybe two. [If you’re enjoying this start to the story, let me know by tapping the blue heart or a message. A little encouragement goes a long way when writing these. Thanks!]

In this day and age with the hookup apps, online websites and Doublelist, (God, I miss Craigslist) any big city should be excellent. The most important factor is being in an area that has lots of foot or car traffic. Easy, quick access. And most of all, elevators that don't require a keycard. I always avoid the larger hotels or chains. They normally have elevator security. Or locked entry doors after 11pm or Midnight. I like some of the cheaper motels with outside room entrances. Makes it easy for guys to park at your door. Or Uber right to your door. No nosey hotel staff to walk past. Makes for quick and easy anonymous "in and out" service. In NYC, I like Midtown/Hells Kitchen area. But, getting a hotel a few blocks away from Times Sq. makes it easier. Or near the gay areas of town. Las Vegas is great. But stay away from the big hotels on the strip. They're difficult for locals and people staying at different hotels to get to you quickly and easily. Especially, now that so many Vegas hotels charge for parking. Military base towns are great. I've had great luck in San Diego and Norfolk, Virginia, near the Naval Bases. New Orleans is awesome! Ft. Lauderdale, West Hollywood and Hollywood, San Francisco, Chicago have all been great to me. In Europe, I've had great luck in Amsterdam, Berlin, Cologne, Paris and London. As always, just make sure it's easy access for your "guests". I use the same system that someone explained in great detail, earlier in this post, of using Gaffers Tape or Duct Tape and old room cards to cover the door latch holes. I find just leaving the door cracked open brings a knock from hotel maids and hotel security to alert you that your door is unsecured. That's another reason for not staying at a larger hotel that may have a super sophisticated security system, that alerts hotel security that your door is unsecured. There's nothing I love more than being ass up, face down in a hotel room as guy after guy anonymously comes, cums and goes all night long. Have fun!

My dick is thicker than normal and I love the pleasure it gives me. My sub is tighter than a usual cumdump who tend to be more loose so I cum a lot from using him and my orgasms are more intense.

That’s how I like it. No better way to show submission than accepting your role as a hole for a Man to unload in and do it lovingly. Usually after I get that kind of response I use the fag again, if I have the time. Def would look forward using him again in the future, as it means he understands his place.

Thanks for the info Treehugger and Justanother. Didn't know about Cruisedesigntravel (Poz Cruises). I have gone on several gay cruises (yes, all passengers are gay with a very, very small number of heteros (maybe 20 out of 2,000) with Atlantis Events (out of Weho) to the Mexican Riviera and the western Med. They are amazingly fun...can you imagine a chartered cruise ship totally populated with 2,000+ gay passengers 🤪. Not only are all events gay themed, to include the daily dances...that run from 11pm to dawn...but they now have an official "dick deck." Yup, a section of the outdoor deck set aside for sex in the late evening until dawn!!! 😋😛🍆💦🐷🐷 My boyfriend and me, and my fuck bud and his husband, are booked on the next Atlantis Events cruise departing from LA to the Mexican Riviera on Halloween!! Oink!!

After playing with a fuck buddy last night, I decided to get one more load on the way home and stopped off at this guy who sometimes gives me a quick pump and dump load. This time he said he wanted to invite some others over to breed me too, so I stayed a bit longer. Four loads in my cunt later and I finally headed home. I was still super horny later in the day so I lined up two guys to come over - waited for my boyfriend to go meet a friend and then let them in to our apartment one after the other to dump their loads in me. I had to go meet a friend after, but managed to swing by one more guy on my way out. Spent the next few hours walking around the city with loads from eight strangers leaking out my hole.

Almost breathless Curly spoke; "You're damn right it's fuckin time. Cuuuummmin ... fuuuuuuccck... loaden your guts man ... blasting my poison load deep!" Simultaneously Hubby; "Oh, oohh, ooooh my God. Frickin knocking me up you bastard. You're pozing my sorry ass ... fuuuuuuccck .... fuck ... oooph. I'm cumming lover ... take my last negative load. Gonna be pozing you from now on. No fuckin way you're going on PrEP now. No fuckin way!" Me at the same time; "Love it Hubby. Sooo fuuuuuuccck, Argh ... Argh ... fuck just shot my wad. I think it hit the wall!" Curly pulled out of Hubby and licked the cum off the wall. With Hubby now out of me Curly spit my cum in as lube and was up my fuck shoot calling to the audience; "One of you homos better get in my hole with your raw cock. Fuck me on to knock up this negative ass. We don't want this couple to be sero-discordant now do we?" Me; "Yeah man, fuck me silly! Give me what you gave Hubby. Poz me, knock me up." It took three guys breeding his ass before he filled what space I had left with his super charged load. Three more strangers bred me after that bringing my load count to twenty two that day. Hubby and I debated going for PNP the next day; but, I was really ready to be poz. Hubby really wanted to go to the clinic but decided he might as well join me, on one condition. If by some miracle he converted and I didn't, I would promise to not go on PrEP. I had no intention of giving up the excitement of highly risky sex so had no trouble making or keeping my promise. Three weeks later Hubby fell deep into fuck flu. Within the week the clinic confirmed his poz status. To our great surprise I would have to follow through on our promise. Cum slut bottom that I was I had somehow dodged the bullet. Actually I had taken the toxic cum bullet but it had refused to lodge in my blood stream. Go figure. Over the next six months Hubby pumped his highly toxic loads into my bottle brush prepared ass at least four times per week. I was getting bred by Dr. McSteamy, Sam the janitor and a few other staff and anonymous visitors during work at the hospital. I even attended a pozing orgy where I took highly charged loads from five different tops in the course of three hours. Stubbornly I kept getting negative test results. Hubby was growing suspicious that I might have broken my promise to him and was sneaking PrEP behind his back. I was getting desperate. By now I was consumed by converting. I found myself spending hours researching the internet. Finally I came across a likely solution to my desperation. I didn't tell Hubby, just planned a weeks vacation for myself. I was going to a ranch with a trupple of gifters who specialized in hard conversion cases like mine.

Part 5 - On Display James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position, then Liam dutifully started to popper the young man up. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole. The hot rush of the poppers rolled through James’ body. It felt like warm, bubbling water rushing through his insides, across his abs, then his ass, down his thighs, and then back along his calves into his feet and toes. His heart was pounding. He started to move his mouth toward Liam’s long dick, but Liam met him halfway, gagging him in his enthusiasm. James was trying to get control of the blow job when he felt the hot, firm pressure against his hole. Martin had generously lubed his hole while blowing him, and his ass was suddenly very hungry for cock. Martin slid all the way inside him, filling him with the heat of raw cock. James heard himself moan around Liam’s dick, and his body filled with immense satisfaction at being taken by both these men. A weird thought flashed in his head – I’m young enough to be either one of their son. That thought excited him further, and he groaned as Liam and Martin fully spit roast him in the dunes. He was in heaven! Martin was enjoying putting on a show. There were seven or eight people watching from close by. James’ hot body was displayed on all fours with he and Liam bookending him. He almost laughed at the thought ‘the creamy middle of the cookie.’ And creamy was exactly how Martin planned to leave James. He started fucking with long, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin obvious even outdoors. He hadn’t fucked in the dunes in many years – he’d probably been around James’ age –and was feeling the thrill of being watched while he used a hot boy’s ass. A few of the men watching had pulled out their dicks and were jerking off to the live porn. James felt a sharp slap on his ass that sent a lightning bolt through his body, adding to the thrill he was already feeling. He was being pounded outdoors with guys watching! His old boyfriend was controlling and would have been horrified to see him showing off his body for others, let alone being fucked. Martin’s raw cock was intoxicating, making him feel so full and energized. He felt the hot hardness gliding in and out of his waiting ass, the bigger thrusts pushing him deeper onto Liam’s dick in his mouth. He was trying not to choke, and was hoping to get Liam’s dick out of his mouth, but Liam had put it back in each time. James knew he had lost control of the situation, and that turned him on. He had Martin’s raw cock in his ass, and started craving his load. He wanted Martin to leave part of himself inside when he was done. I know I shouldn’t – he’s poz. But he’s already bred me this week, so what does another load matter? But because of Liam’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t tell Martin how much wanted his load again. Martin buried his dick deep inside James’ velvety ass, then pulled out and started shifting his legs from kneeling to get on his feet and crouch behind the young piece of ass. James sat back a little, using the moment to escape from Liam’s cock in his mouth, and look back at Martin. Martin saw a pleading in those young eyes. “What do you need, James? What is it you really, REALLY want right now?” James was breathing heavily. “I want you to load my ass!” “Fuck yeah, boy. You need my poz load inside you.” “I really need it!” Martin looked down at James’ waiting hole, “I can feel your ass begging for it.” Martin thrust forward, hard, burying his dick deep. James winced and grunted, but did not shy away or try to escape the sudden penetration. He arched his back, making his ass more available to the older top. Martin grinned maliciously and mounted him from above; James grunted and moaned as Martin drilled his ass in a new way. “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be pozzed in front of all these guys.” James felt another thrill go through him. He was being used in public. He never thought he would be into this – he may have even been judgy about it in the past. But now that he was on display and being used for everyone’s pleasure, he understood the addiction. He felt Martin’s cock drilling into his ass, the head banging against his prostate. He was bucking backward to claim every inch of Martin. Martin felt the rush going through his body as he pounded ass, the pressure building again inside his cock. He could feel their audience’s anticipation. Finally he let it go, his toxic juices spewing deep into that hot young ass. He let out a sorta bellow mixed with grunts as he kept pumping his dick in the tight hole, and he could see his own cock lathered in his seed. His legs trembled a bit as his upper body spasmed. He let his dick slip out as he took a step back and stood up, stretching his screaming leg muscles. He watched as James collapsed into a half-curled position, his ass still raised to the air, panting from his own exertion. Martin grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them wide; the young hole was lathered in cream. James rolled onto his side, looking up at Martin. “Oh my gawd. That was amazing.” He was still breathing heavy. “I didn’t want it to stop it was so good.” “You’re not done yet,” Liam said from the side, stepping onto the blanket and kneeling in front of James. He was stroking his long cock, slicking it with fresh lube. “You have at least one more load to take.” He looked at the crowd gathered round them. “Any takers?” Liam asked the crowd. A bit of panic started to seize James. “I will,” came a familiar voice. Kenneth stepped up, his dick hard and curved upward. “Roger’s not the only one who can fuck bare,” he said quietly, probably more so to himself, as he knelt down on the blanket. James felt himself rolled onto his back by Liam’s strong arms. He was still riding the emotional high from Martin, and the world felt somewhat surreal to him in the moment. He was aware the older blonde was repositioning him on the blanket, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. He felt the cool glass of a small bottle shoved into his nostril and the other one being pinched off. “Take a good, long hit. Just do it,” Liam commended. A renewed rush was just begun to fill him when he saw Kenneth between his legs and the familiar pressure of a hard cock at his hole. I don’t think I want this, he thought, but the unformed words disappeared from his lips as Kenneth stimulated his prostate. A small whimper was all the sound he made. James was flat on his back, looking up at the sky; oddly he realized he was still wearing sunglasses. “Just relax,” Martin said from somewhere beside him. “This is what you want.” Kenneth plunged his dick down into the waiting hole. He signed deeply, satisfied that he was going to have the younger man’s ass after all. Kenneth fucked James with a steady rhythm. His style was noticeably different than Martin’s and lacked any of the thrilling energy. It was pleasurable, but nothing amazing. Still James moaned softly, Kenneth’s cock starting to feel better in his hole than it first had. He looked down the length of his body, seeing Kenneth is a slightly new way. His body was decent looking, with some hair across his pecs and running down to his bellybutton. His moppy hair fell in his eyes as he fucked. He started to move his pelvis side to side, his cock moving at new angles inside James. “You like my dick?” “Yeah,” James replied without thinking. It’s not a bad fuck. It just doesn’t compare with Martin. Kenneth began fucking faster, sitting up straighter and pulling James with him into a slightly awkward position where his legs with perpendicular to the ground. James was still aware he was being fucked outdoors with onlookers, and that kept him sexually stimulated and wanting more. “I’m gonna breed your ass!” Kenneth declared and fucked faster for about 30 seconds before unloading into James. He thrusts were short and punctuated by hard breaths, which subsided quickly. Kenneth pulled out and stepped away a moment later. James felt his chest being massaged. “I imagine that was disappointing after my cock,” Martin said softly into his ear. “Where’d you go?” “I was here. He just jumped in really fast.” Martin leaned in and kissed him softly, then more deeply. James settled into the kiss and ran a hand across the older Brit’s impressive chest. “You looked so hot getting fucked.” “By you or him?” “Yes,” Martin grinned. “Liam wants to take you next. I want to see him mount you.” He stroked James’ cheek. “You want that too, don’t you?” Martin was irresistible. “Yeah, I do,” James answered.

Went up to the park last night and saw a regular car so pulled up and parked. Walked into the woods and he was standing there jerking off and recognized me as the previous cumdump bottom he bred. I walked past him and behind a large tree and like a good cumdump had my pants down and leaned against the tree waiting as he joined me. He didn’t take any time getting started fucking me so I was glad I had lubed good before I got there. He was calling me a pussy cumdump and told me he was going to knock me up. He said I deserve what I get taking any load in the woods. He finished fucking me hard and I could feel his cock throbbing deep putting that load in me. I pulled my pants up and walked back to my car. On the way home I saw I had a message from a regular hung guy. He asked if he could fuck my hole in 10 minutes. That gave me just enough time to get home and be face down pussy up waiting for his hard fucking and deep breathing. he told me when he got there and as he was walking in the door I waited pussy up and took a nice hit of poppers. He came in and his cock was already hard. He laid it on my hole and I was grinding on him until he was ready to slide in my pussy. You was about 8 inches and thick and slid it in in one stroke. He loves spreading my ass to get it all the way in. Then he mounted me and fucked me hard until he was dumping his load in me. He said he wanted to and his load in my cunt. I was fucking back on his cock until he slid out of my hole. He pulled his pants up and walked out. As instructed I texted this other regular top who only wants my pussy if it is nice and sloppy. I told him I had two loads in the if he was interested. He quickly replied give me five or 10 minutes. He told me to keep those loads in me. He showed up and I was waiting pussy up as he came in the room. He said he could see the cum drooling out of my cunt. Each Time he pulled his cock out I can feel comb and lube running down my balls. He would wipe it up with the head of his cock and shove it back in me. After a few minutes of hard sloppy loud fucking he dumped his load in me. I could tell he wasn’t done as I was riding his cock after he came and it wasn’t getting soft. He let me ride him for a couple minutes and then took over and started pounding my hole as cum and lube was literally splashing around. He put another load deep in my cunt and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me back up. He stopped recording cleaned his cock off and left. Left my pussy drooling with cum and wanting more. The towel under me had hey nice elongated puddle of cum that leaked out of me and I had cum splashed on my ass cheeks and up my back.

12. Feel the Burn "Here's hoping you get fertilized," Colby said. "You've got a lot of cum up there." His dickhead popped out of my hole. I could feel how wet my guts were, and every drop was like a hot iron spark. It burnt, and I needed a break. Colby turned to the stranger. "Want a turn?" he asked. "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "Other kid tapped out," he continued. "He's gonna be a lucky boy." "Kenta is his name," Colby said. It felt good that he had remembered my name. "Doesn't really matter, does it?" the stranger said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth. "At least he got me half hard," he said. Colby got up from the sofa where he had been kneeling between my legs. "Take care of my friend here," he said. "I'm sure I'll see you later in the night." I nodded. "I think I need a break," I said. Colby didn't say anything in response, and just disappeared into the foggy darkness around the sofa. The stranger quickly took his place between my legs. "Maybe a break?" I said to him. "Yeah," the stranger said. He turned to his left, into the darkness. The muscles rippled across his body, and drew my gaze down to his flat, ribbed stomach. There was the familiar shape of an inverted pentagram. There was a biohazard tattoo inside it, just above his belly button. I felt like I was the only HIV-negative man in the room. He made a motion into the darkness. He must have been able to see better than I did, because James appeared before his hand was even down. The stranger turned to the hairy young man. "I think my friend needs some Vitamin K," he said. "Of course," James said. Like Colby, he also disappeared out of the circle of light. The stranger turned back to me. "You can call me Sir," he said. I started to speak, but he stopped me. "Names have power. Not tonight." His dick automatically sought out my hole. He was more than hard enough to fuck me. "Did that burn?" Sir asked me. "Yeah," I said. "A lot." "Still?" "Yeah." He kissed me. I hadn't expected that from him. It was an unexpected bit of tenderness. His cock was pressed up against my hole, but he hadn't penetrated me yet. My hole was empty and the white-hot pain had settled down to a gentle, almost arousing throb. I needed another man to fuck me. "You're on prep?" "Yeah. Why?" "Just be sure to take your pills tomorrow." "I try my best. Why?" "The burning. They call it the Devil's burn." "Devil's Burn?" It was scary. But it was also sexy. The throbbing in my hole had some meaning. "Yeah. It means you've got infected sperm in your hole." I froze. I had let HIV+ men cum in me. But I was on Prep, and they were on meds. Then I remembered that I had let a man with unmedicated HIV ejaculate in me. "But it doesn't hurt as much now," I said. The heat had faded. It was now just a dull throb. It almost felt good. A memory of the men that had been inside me. Sir smiled at me. "That's good. It means your body fought it off. Like a little fever. It's when it doesn't stop," he said. "That's when you need to be worried." "But, Prep?" I asked, half rhetorical, half utterly unsure. On some level, it didn't matter. What I had done, I had done, and I loved the feeling of poz daddy dicks fucking me and breeding me with their thick, risky cum. I was in complete sexual bliss, and although I voice reminded me how sore my asshole was, I was going to let Sir fuck it as soon as he wanted. "Prep can help, for sure," Sir said. He had a deep, masculine voice. It was commanding, but caring. I closed my eyes, and listened to him. "But sometimes there's a limit. That's the Devil's Burn," Sir said. "He's got the Devil's Burn?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw James standing by me. He was holding two more plastic cups, half-filled with orange juice. "This will help it." "I'm sure it will help him power through," Sir said. "That for me?" he asked. "Yeah," James said. James handed me a glass of orange juice, and a pill. "Take this," he said. "It makes the pain feel so much better." "Cheers," I said, tapping the edge of Sir's cup, before putting the nondescript white pill in my mouth. I washed it down with the GHB-infused juice. It tasted just as bad as before. "That's hot," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and full. I could feel how young he was, compared to the other men, even Seth. He was practically my age. "Seeing you take those drugs. All those dicks." "You'll get your turn, boy," Sir said, pulling James off my lips. Sir didn't mean anything by it, since he grabbed the hairy young man and started to kiss him. "He's gonna join the club tonight." "I'll be back in a bit to make sure he's good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me once more. "Devil's Burn," he whispered. "I'm so fucking jealous. All that poz cum." As soon as James pulled off, Sir leaned in and kissed me. His lips were rougher, but his motions were more practiced. He had years of practice to get to this point, and I couldn't resist him. "Please." I moaned. "Fuck me." My hole was throbbing now, but right now, it wasn't the deadly Devil's Burn. It was just my insatiable sexual hunger. It had been bottled up for so long, and the men, drugs, and freedom had unleashed it. "Yeah, boy," the older man said. "Give yourself over to the pleasure. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Pleasure," I muttered. It had been the same word that Colby had used. It felt amazing, Sir's body against mine and his hard cock pressing against my hole. "Fucking pleasure." "Feels so good, doesn't it?" Sir said. He had a glass pipe in his hand. "Ready for it?" he asked. He lit the torch and did a long draw from the pipe. "Pleasure," he said, letting only a tiny bit of the cloud escape from his lips. "Pleasure," I said. He put the pipe in my mouth. I was already far too high. But I couldn't resist another hit from the pipe. I had already started inhaling., but then Sir spoke. "Do it," he said, and exhaled his hit. His command made it essential that I make it a proper hit. "Fucking pleasure," he said, as I continued to suck down the thick cloud. "Now, hold it for me," he said. I just nodded. He did another long hit. His dick was right against my hole. The slightest move by either of it would force it into my hole. It had been very well used over the course of the night and there was no way I could resist his intrusion. "Please?" I said. "Thought you would never ask," he said. He leaned in and kissed me, forcing the rest of the cloud into my lungs. "Nothing better than fucking a hot boy like you. Fucking pleasure." He reached down with one hand, and grabbed on his dick. "Please," I moaned. He held his mouth against mine, keeping me from exhaling the hit. He guided his dick into my ass. I forced myself to relax, and to accept his man's cock into my hole. It was easy; he was hairy and masculine and hot, the perfect comparison to my smooth, boyish body. His cock was just as masculine as the rest of his body. The fat head pressed into my hole, and I struggled not to scream. His cock felt like a white-hot rod, intent on reaming out my ass once and for all. Even with the full weight of his body pressing down on my, I struggled against the traumatic penetration. "Please," I begged him. "Relax," he said. "Just one thing." I forced myself to nod in agreement. I wanted him out of me. It hurt, and I was scared. But his cock was so hard, and I wanted to know what he was capable of doing to me. "Uh," I started. I knew I had to tell him to start. My asshole was burning, and I wasn't going to be able to take another insistent cock. Especially one as thick and as hard as Sir's. "Uh," I said again, unable to even mouth the words. "Just get used to it," Sir said, and sunk another three inches of his dick into me. "You're going to love it." He kissed me again, and the last of his shaft disappeared into my hole. My body tensed up. The pain was intense and almost unbearable. "You can find the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," he said. "Please," I said. His dick was all the way inside me, and he was huge. "I need a minute." I had never felt so utterly penetrated by a man. "Please," I grunted, struggling to keep from screaming in pain. "Relax," he said. "You love getting fucked. You're going to love this," he said. "Just focus on pleasure," he said. "Focus on the pleasure. Just the pleasure." "Pleasure," I said. I closed my eyes again, trying to concentrate. His dick was sliding in and out of me. It was wet and slippery from all the fluids inside me. "Please," I groaned. I felt so vulnerable. He was fucking me, almost raping me, and as much as I tried to stop it, I couldn't bring myself to deny him the pleasure. "Pleasure," I grunted. I kept my eyes closed and focused. Sir's cock was hard, pushing its way into me. It didn't hurt as much either. Over the next several minutes, he continued to fuck me, and each stroke felt better than the one before. "Please," I finally moaned. "It feels so damn good. Fuck me. Breed me." "That's it, boy," he said. "That's the Vitamin K kicking in." He pushed his dick into me. I knew that this was hurting me, but it didn't bother me. All I could focus on was the pleasure. I might regret it in the morning, but this was perfect. "Now we can really have fun." I ran my hands over his taut, muscular torso. He worked out, but he wasn't overly muscular. It was a compact, powerful body, covered in lovely, thick fur. His nipples were fat and hard, and he moaned as I played with them. I wanted his seed so badly. "Keep it up, boy," he said, as I continued to play with his nips. "Keep it up, and you're gonna get a hot poz load." My hole ached, and it needed another load of sperm. I had taken a pill earlier in the morning, and it meant I didn't care that Sir was infected. "Feels so good." "That's right," he said. "Just pleasure." He had the pipe out again. "Drug-fueled, all-man pleasure." He heated the bowl, and inhaled. I loved watching him smoke. The white flecks of crystal in the pipe matched the grey in his beard, and the powerful drug would loosen the last of our inhibitions. "Fuck," he moaned, exhaling a cloud of crystal. He took another hit. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling it puff out with the drugs. He could suck in massive hits, and I loved his tolerance and endurance. I let my hands drift down, across his flat stomach. I traced out the rays of the pentagram. Colby had one as well. They looked good on the older men. "What's this?" I asked. "Mark of the church," Sir said. Colby had said it was a fraternity. Sir's answer suggested far darker and depraved explanations. "What?" I asked. "Church?" At first, all I thought about was Devil worshippers. I remembered a scene I had read in some barely believable, barely edited piece of fan porn, a group of devil worshippers in an all-night orgy. My hole twitched and my dick throbbed. "Yeah. Learned long ago that this is the path I needed to follow," Sir said. His dick was throbbing, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into me. "He's been there for me, in ways Jesus never was." I reached down and grabbed my dick. It was still small and soft, but it was dripping pre-cum. I was really high, and everything was a turn-on. Even the idea of a church of darkness and evil was a turn-on, and it was made even worse by the deep-dicking I was getting from a follower. "You mean, you..." I stuttered. I couldn't believe I was about to utter what I was about to ask. Even worse, my dick was dripping pre-cum at the merest thought of it. "You're a Devil Worshipper?"

I was at the video store last night and was cruising the booths when a guy walked into a booth next to where I was standing. At about the same sine a regular came up to me and said...have you seen that? Pointing to the guy that had just gone in. I said no and pushed the door open to see a unattractive guy with a big blond bush and big dick stroking and waving me in. I turned to the regular and asked him if he wanted it. He said no it was too big for him so I said ok and stepped in the booth. I locked the door behind me. He asked what do I like and I said everything. He asked if I like to get fucked. I said of course. He asked if I could handle him and I said.....easily. His dick wasn’t more than 8 or 8.5 but it was really thick. As you true bottoms know it’s the best kind. I asked him if he had any lube and he said no. Just spit. He told me to turn around and of course I do as told. He spit on my ass and used his fingers to rub it into my pussy. He didn’t give me much time to adjust and slid inside me. I winced a little and started to squirm some. He said come on...you said you could take it? At that point I remembered I had poppers in my pocket and took a couple of hits. That seemed to do the trick because he was pounding my pussy within seconds. At one point he seemed to be lightening up and I thought he might want to pull out and move on. I pulled him out of me and turned around to suck him in effort to get him closer to cumming. As I was sucking I asked if he had cum already and he said no. I asked if he had a big load for me and he said yeah. Then I it my tow in the water and said do you want to knock me up? And he said yeah. I bent over again and he slid back in me. This time he seemed to have purpose. He started grunting louder and said...you want my load dont you? I moaned yes please. He said you want me to charge you up? I said yes please re charge me. That got him going because he really picked up the pace and within a minute he was cumming in me. He pulled out of me without saying anything and pulled up his pants and left. I didn’t ask if I could clean him. I hope I see him again.

Let me see him take more loads while I recharge

l like how it lets men show bottoms that we really don't give a fuck about them as human beings. We don't wanna date you or get to know you or start up a relationship with you.We are literally just using you to get ourselves off.Usually I don't care if I ever see you again once I'm done using a cumdump. Bottoms don't worry about whether we respect them cause it's pretty obvious we don't. Like if I fuck some whore in a darkroom why would I respect it? Lt's just some dirty whore taking loads from strangers not relationship material. It's purpose is taking loads so that's what I use it for. No drama, no bullshit, no pretend romance. I use its body then move on.

Part 1 Yeah, I knew I was gay. I was only 18, and still in high school, but I had fooled around with a few guys. This was early 1990’s. My experiences had been quick and anonymous at the adult bookstore. The first couple times I just let a guy suck me in the video booths, but after several sessions I also found myself on my knees, blowing guys. I had gotten fucked exactly twice and both times it had hurt and both sessions were totally safe as both guys used a condom. I was, at that time, the total surfer twink, at 5’ 10” and 170 pounds, dark blonde hair and surfer tan. I was also totally not out. And still coming to terms with the fact that I not only liked guys, but that I was definitely more interested in the pleasing side of things versus sitting back and being pleased. But the bookstore was really hit and miss, and I was somewhat picky. My usual target was white guys in their late 30’s or 40’s. And that was really all I liked. Guys my age didn’t interest me really. So there I was, 18 and about to graduate high school and sneaking off to the adult bookstore when I just couldn’t take it anymore and either getting sucked or sucking guys. And I could still count my gay sex experiences with both hands at that point. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mom, who by then was either at work or at her boyfriends place. I had a lot of time to myself. We lived in a big apartment complex and I had to walk past a couple of buildings to get to our place from the parking lot. It was during one of those walks from the parking lot that spring of my senior year that I met Tom. I had kind of noticed him, even though he was pretty new to the complex. One, I had to walk past his patio and front door and two, Tom was hot. He was maybe 40 (turned out to be 44) and tall, 6’ 2”, but he was thin. I doubt he weighed more than me at 170. His hair was graying and cut very short. Our neighborhood was not gay Mecca, so I figured he was straight, probably some guy getting divorced. Anyways, I was waking up the path after getting off of my after school job and it was just getting dark. I knew my mom wouldn’t be home, but that was fine and I was used to making myself dinner. I saw him ahead of time on his patio so I wasn’t spooked, but I was surprised when he raised a hand and called out "Hey there, neighbor. I was standing here hoping a young strong guy would walk by." Slightly unsure how to respond I gave a light laugh, whereupon he continued "My name is Tom. I just moved in here a few weeks ago and I bought a new TV and need to move the old one upstairs but it’s really a two man job. Any chance I could talk you into giving me a hand?” Like I said, I already thought the guy was hot and, well, he was wearing a rather revealing a v neck t-shirt and gym shorts. Besides, it just seemed polite to help so I finally replied "Hi nice to meet you Tom. I’m Chris. I just live down the way, and yeah, I can help.” Smiling, he replied "Great, thanks. Come around the front door and I’ll let you in.” I walked in and my naive gaydar went off a little, but then I asked myself 'What do you know?' What was clear, however, is that the house was far from being slobbish. His furniture was tasteful and several cool, well-mounted, framed black and white photos hung on the walls. The TV of which Tom had spoken was prominently located in the living room, positioned on the floor. The new TV was in the prime position on Tom's entertainment center. “I really appreciate this. I just want to get it into my play... into the other bedroom, the first one at the top.” Most of the units in our development were the say layout, so I knew the room of which he was speaking was, in my house, my bedroom, so I knew what to expect. Tom led the way, hefting up his end of the TV, and I took-up my end, and we rather clumsily made our way up the staircase. As we began the turn into the bedroom doorway Tom grunted "Let's put it on the long desk up against the wall, ok?” It wasn’t til we set it down that I looked around and realized the purpose of the room, and why Tom had initially begun to use the word 'playroom' in identifying the room. Now, my experiences might have been slight, and I had certainly never been in a room built just for sex, but I was in one now. A bed on one wall, with the big desk which contained a TV, a DVD player, and a VCR on the opposing wall. The third wall was all mirror closets. And in the corner was something that took a naive 18 year old a second to figure out: a sling. In the most remote corner I couldn't help but notice a camcorder on a tripod. I think he noticed my shock and offered a light joke "Well, doesn’t everyone have a sex room?” He paused and then added more quietly, “Well, every gay man anyway.” He stared right at me when he said that. And while I was 95 percent sure before he said that, I knew now I was standing in Tom’s gay sex room. “Do you like it?” he asked. My heart was beating 1000 miles an hour when I replied "I like it a lot.” He looked at me a long time. “Chris right? Chris, how um, how old are you?” “I just turned 18 in January,” I replied. This was totally different than a two minute blowjob in the dark. This guy was my neighbor. “Chris, I’m not the only gay man in the room right now am I?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "I was just gonna make sure the TV works right. Want to watch a video with me?” I again just nodded. “One thing though, one of the few rules of my room, clothes are definitely not allowed.” With that he stripped down. Holy shit. He was naked in front of me, and half hard. And his cock was amazing. I nervously stripped down. I was hard as a rock and tried to hide it. He patted the bed and motioned me to sit. “Don’t ever hide that from me here Chris. This is a place where we celebrate man sex.” He grabbed a remote and hit play and settled back onto the bed next to me. I couldn’t help staring at him and he seemed to want me to. I was so nervous still but could feel myself starting to lose control. The nerves were fading into want. I had never been in a guy's place before like this and had never had sex outside the bookstores, where it was all about rushing through as quickly as one could. Tom seemed in no hurry. As I watched him wrap his hand around his thick cock and slowly stroke himself, I thought 'Whatever happens will be fine and it’s nothing you haven’t done before at the bookstore'. I had no idea. I was 18. No one had shown me yet. Tom would. I just didn’t know it yet.

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

(Special thanks to Lynn who inspired this story. Love you, man.) 1993 Jeff. It's too common a name for someone that meant so much to me some twenty years ago. Someone who changed my world completely. I guess you could say my world needed changing back then. I was single and mostly okay with being alone, but the nights were lonely. My dating history was spotty at best...mostly just fucking around here and there. I'd often find myself spending my evenings exactly as I do now: Smoking a cigarette and staring at a computer screen for hours. AOL chat rooms were still a big thing back then, and horny people from all over the world had staked their claim to most of them. I hung out in one room called "GeorgiaMaleforMale". I was in a medium-sized town with no active gay community that I knew of. A few guys went to the park or to the rest area on the highway. I'd been there and done that. I guess my 20's had taught me that there are no boyfriends in those places...nobody to hold hands with or take to dinner. There was cock and cum and lust. Around that time, I stopped thinking love was a real concept. The French had invented it as a nice word for "attraction". The harsh truth had started showing on my face in wrinkles and a permanent frown. I started looking older than my actual age. Fuck it. Plain old lust was good enough for me now. I ended up chatting with a guy who lived about forty minutes from me. Jeff. There were no photos in those old AIM profiles...just descriptions of themselves and their desires. Jeff's wasn't really detailed, but his short distance from me was enough for me to go on. He and I were somewhat similar...he was a year older than me and a few inches taller, but none of those details seemed to matter to me right then. I secretly hoped he'd private me first, but that didn't happen. I took the plunge.... Hi, neighbor. Oh HI! I was about to private you, but I figured you were already chatting with somebody. Nope. How are you? Not bad. Are you new here? No, but I haven't been here much lately. It's the same jerks as always. They talk trash me in this place. Why? Reasons. My name is shit around here. I think it's because I come across like a snob when I type. I'm not, though. And also I'm poz. Damn. I was so sick of that disease...it had haunted my prime sexual years and it was just so brutal. Every time they discovered something new about the virus,it was more apparent that AIDS was almost impossible to cure. Oh. I'm sorry, man. How do you feel now? No symptoms...but I'm not going to lie about it to assholes online. Some of them probably have it to, but won't own up to it. Sucks. You are better than them. You okay with me being poz? Are you clean? Doesn't matter to me. A bisexual guy fucked me bare when I was in my teens...gave me butt warts. That's a beginner's bug. Herpes is pretty much the same. You like to be fucked, huh? I do! I haven't had sex in four years...it's not worth the heartbreak. 'Heartbreak'? I don't bother with romance any more. You like sucking dick? Absolutely. I'm good at it unless the guy is too big. Oh. Well...I'm kind of big. More wide than long. I just love being blown. Would you suck a poz dick? Why not? Would you let a poz guy fuck your ass? With no condom? I would. Are you a chaser? I mean, are you trying to get infected? Not so much...I just don't care. I focus on the experience and the man. I can give you an experience alright. Do you have a digital photo? No. Sorry. Do you? Yeah. I'll send it to you. You can make an online photo at Kinko's. Just take a regular picture there and they'll convert it. It's cheap. Will do. I don't have any nude pics though. Ha! I don't either. Can't imagine giving a nude photo to some random Kinko's employee. We'll see each other nude soon enough. Check your email tomorrow morning. Gonna crash now. I'm I'm Jeff, by the way. I'm Lyle. Sleep well, Jeff. It was almost 2 AM on a Friday night/Saturday morning. I didn't turn on the radio because I couldn't handle hearing "I Will Always Love You" one more time. That fucking song, I swear. I'd read and go to sleep. My brain was full of thoughts, ideas and questions. I'd ask the kid at Kinko's about digital cameras. How did they even work? Where could you buy one? I'm sure they weren't cheap. I had no dreams that night. Early on Saturdays is when I usually did laundry. It wasn't busy and nobody would rip your stuff off at this hour. To hell with it. Sunday morning would work. I raced to the computer which I'd left on. Jeff had sent an email! It had an attachment that I opened so fast...there he was. He didn't look sick. A little skinny, maybe....but well within the normal range. His face was somewhat boyish and pale. His hair was dark and recently cut. He wore a nice, blue-checkered shirt, buttoned all the way to the neck. Handsome man. I could reply and gush about the picture...write some adoring compliments maybe. But I stopped myself. I would turn 30 this year and knew there was no romance left anywhere so there was no point chasing it. This was just a sex thing. That was enough. OK. Time for me find a photograph of myself. I had a whole shoe box full of them and an unused photo album that somebody gave me a long time ago. I was never a fan of looking at pictures of myself because all I could do is see all of my flaws. One of the first few I looked at was taken at some cousin's graduation and it was candid. I was looking over my shoulder at something and my hair looked pretty decent. I bet I was craving a cigarette and was scouting for a place to go have one. My brother probably snapped this one. I decided on this one because I looked okay and really didn't want to go through all the old memories just now. The Kinko's guy was reading a paperback when I walked in, and the place was empty. Good. I was slightly embarrassed even though he'd have no idea what my mission was. He seemed bored and possibly hungover. He listed the options: on a disk, through email, various filters, etc. I didn't really know what to get so I just asked for the deluxe package sent to my email. "Just the one photo? You could bring in up to ten...better value." I didn't even think of that. "No. Just this one." I felt like a kindergartner. "Suit yourself. Put your email address on this form and keep your receipt. This'll probably in your mail by the time you get home." I needed to go do some weekend chores, but I just couldn't wait to talk to Jeff again. Sure enough, the pics were already there. I wasn't real familiar with zip files, but figured it out. So weird -- looking at myself on the computer. They had put borders on some of them, altered brightness and colors. I chose the one where my cheeks looked a little pinker and the background was dark. I attached it to a message for Jeff. Good morning! Here's my pic. It's about six months old, but I look pretty much the same now. Hope we talk soon. My phone number is --- ----, if you'd rather talk that way. Lyle I didn't know what to do with myself at that point. My apartment building was coming to life and so laundry was out of the question. I kind of needed something to focus on just then. Nintendo. I went through all the levels of Mario Bro.s 2 and 3. Was he awake? What was he thinking? Maybe I should vacuum or something. I prepared to busy myself when the phone rang. My heart raced and I tried to get my shit together before answering. I picked up right after the third ring. "Hello?" "Hi Lyle. It's Jeff. I'm looking at your picture now....so cute!" "Thanks. Yours too. I did like you suggested and went to Kinko's. I meant to ask the guy about digital cameras, but he was not all the friendly. Do you know anything about them?" "They have them at the Best Buy here. I think they're a little pricey, but we can go look." "Cool. I want to see you so badly." "Today? Today would be good because my roommate is out of town until Monday." "Oh. I didn't know you had a roommate." "David. It's his house. We're not boyfriends or anything, even though we fool around once every so often. He's poz too." More new things to think about. "I can be there in less than an hour.What's a good time for you?" "Wait until after you eat some lunch. That'll give me time to clean up around here." It was almost 11 AM. "OK. I'll see you around 1 or 1:30." He gave me directions and I wrote them down carefully. There's no way I could eat anything. Electricity was pulsing from my groin to my heart to my brain while my stomach was AWOL. I took a thorough shower and then wondered what the hell I should wear. It was still warm enough for shorts, but I hesitated. I finally just wore the nice, casual clothes I'd planned on wearing to work on Monday. Instead of loafers, I put on some Nike high-tops so it wouldn't look like I was ready for a date. But that's kinda what this was, wasn't it? I hadn't been on an actual date in over a year. I put on just a bit of cologne out of habit. What I felt wasn't "nervous"...it was a step above of that somehow...right below "panic". The drive went by pretty fast even though I listened to AM talk radio. The right-wing assholes flourished in the South. My anger at this demographic distracted me a little. They all hated Clinton and said nasty things about his wife and daughter. Fucking rednecks. I wish my company would transfer me to a blue state like Illinois or California. 'Hallyen' was the name of Jeff's street, but I said it in my head as "Hell Yeah". It was a middle-class neighborhood, and pretty tidy. Jeff's house (or I guess his roommate's house) was set away from the street behind some massive trees. I didn't know what I expected a residence with two poz guys living in it to look like. Maybe I figured it would look a little menacing, darker. But the place looked normal and the day was beautiful. I parked along the curb and turned off the damn radio with rebellious force. To hell with those people. And there he was. Jeff. He was standing there all tall and handsome, with jeans and a gray polo shirt. He looked only slightly different than the photo he sent. He had a full, healthy five o'clock shadow already. His hair was black and there was a hint of something foreign in his skin tone. He had no shoes on. "Lyle? You're slightly early, my friend. It's cool. You're not allergic to cats are you? -- I forgot to ask. There's a cat inside and he hides when David's not here. I always forget what his name is..." "Sorry. The drive was quicker than I thought. I've never been here." The yard was mostly neat. "Come on in. You look nice. I haven't even finished drying my hair. Sorry." "Your hair looks perfect. Nice feet." He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "They're pretty big and beat up, but at least I trimmed the nails not long ago. Come on in." After I was inside, I smelled the odor of pot right away. Pot and cat box. I was no prude or anything...I'd toked more than a few times in college. It just didn't much except make me hungry. There was a ceiling fan lamp on...with multiple globes, but only one of them had a working bulb. The last light with life. My dad wouldn't stand for that. He was always replacing bulbs and searching for the brand that lasted longest. It was maybe to defy mortality. ??? "Nice place, Jeff. Lots of space." Thanks. Make yourself at home and I'll finish getting ready. Want a beer?" He brought me a Bud and disappeared off to another room. He was humming. The beer was burning my stomach a little which made me wish I had actually eaten something beforehand. Oh well. I guess Jeff wasn't a typical gay dude because he finished grooming really fast. His hair was gelled and he was wearing big, clownish deck shoes. Nice. "Hey, Jeff -- I think I need to eat something. Sorry. I forgot about lunch." "Me too. There's a decent taco place on the way to Best Buy. Let's go." His little car was in the driveway and was really warm inside because of the sun. Jeff didn't seem to notice. I worried my pits would start to sweat, but I was a guest. I wouldn't ask for AC or if I could roll down a window. Maybe he was cold-blooded or....or not feeling well. I mean, how could he NOT be sweating?? Nope. Powder dry. I distracted myself with counting all the confederate flags on the route. Goddamn those people. The little taco place was in a strip mall that had only one other tenant...a nail salon. We ate a few tacos and tortilla chips. I felt better almost immediately. I watched Jeff eat. His fingers were long and thick and the wrists were covered with dark fur. There just wasn't one thing about this man that wasn't attractive. The waiter came to collect or plates. "Want a drink, Lyle. I want a drink." "Sounds great!" He turned to the guy. "Dos vasos de tequilas por favor." Tequila. I tried to remember if I'd ever had it before. After the glasses arrived, Jeff reached into his front pocket and retrieved a few pills. I guess my curious eyes gave me away. "It's just Tylenol. I woke up with a little fever this morning." "Oh no! I'm sorry, Jeff." "No worries. I get them from time to time. Nothing too bad." "Do you want to go home? We can do this another time when you're feeling better." "Hell no. We're going to have another drink and I'll be fine by the time we're done." So we has another glass of tequila with ice in it. I was liking it. Jeff ordered one more. "How you feeling?" "Well...I'm feeling warm. It's either the tequila or my fever is gone." "Possibly both." "Yeah. You have great eyes, Lyle. Smart eyes. First thing I noticed was that you had smart eyes. There's always thinking in those eyes." This made me look down. Nobody had ever said such things to me. Most people said I had the same eyes as my dad, but I never got the sense that was really a compliment. "Thanks. Your eyes are beautiful as well. All of you is." "What about one more drink?" I was pretty drunk already, but that was not my biggest concern. Alcohol lowered your immune system and I figured Jeff didn't need that just now. "Will you be OK? I don't want you to get a fever again." "It's gone. I know all the cops around here. They're usually drunker than anyone they pull over. Let's go!" He paid the bill even though I'd wanted to. It was still so nice outside. I wasn't wobbling or anything, but my balance was a little off. I watched Jeff's perfect ass as he walked ahead of me. It was so fine even though his jeans sagged a little low at the waist. It was still warm inside the car, even warmer than before. "Do you mind if I roll down the window a little?" "Yeah...as long as you don't mind if we put off the Best Buy trip until later. That tequila wiped me out." "No problem. We can go whenever you want. Are you okay?" "Just tired. I didn't sleep all that well last night." He wasn't the only one. Back at his place, Jeff turned his big TV. "Not much on but college football today. That okay? You follow sports at all?" "Not passionately, but it's fine. Go lie down and I might even have a little snooze myself." He smiled,handed me the remote and left. I don't dislike football. My thing with watching any sporting event is that it all seems like reruns to me...I couldn't tell if I was watching a new game or one from ten years ago. Maybe I would stretch out on the couch and take a nap. I muted the volume and watched the hulking beasts run into each other over and over again. I was drifting off but also keenly aware of the beautiful man sleeping so near by. If you could somehow combine a shot of tequila with elements of college sports, you'd have the greatest sleep aid ever. Jeff was awake and trying not to make noise. Just his presence in the room was enough to jolt me out of a sound sleep. I listened to him clatter around the kitchen for a few minutes before getting up. I followed the sounds and found him peppering two thawed steaks. "Hi. Do you feel better, Jeff?" "Yeah. Much. I thought I'd grill out on the deck while the weather is still nice...sound good?" "Sounds great." "Want a beer or a soda or something?" He'd changed clothes. "Beer sounds good." "Well...there's two different kinds in there. Possibly three. Pick one and bring it out back while I get started." The refrigerator was packed with all kinds of good stuff. I'd never asked Jeff what he did for a living. Maybe David was wealthy. Whatever -- I guess it wasn't any of my business. He hadn't asked me much either. I went through the sliding glass door and smelled that wonderful smell of charcoal and lighter fluid. The odor of Summer. "It's a nice space here. Your backyard is beautiful." "I'll tell David you said so. He is obsessed with getting everything raked, mowed and weeded. Speaking of which...." He offered me a blunt that was already lit. "A little appetizer?" "Thanks." I took a toke and watched Jeff slide the steaks onto the grill. I was no prude about weed, but a little particular. I loved smoking it with really good friends, but it felt weird to bet stoned with people I didn't know very well. It didn't seem like a very social drug. "I'm glad we can talk. When the cicadas come out in the evenings, you have to practically yell. They are usually out by this time of year. Weird. That annoying song they sing means that Summer is over." "My dad always called them 'locusts' even though I tried to explain to him the difference many times. Stubborn bastard, my dad." "That reminds me. We're having a salad alongside the steak. I made it fresh. We used to buy that bagged salad, but I once found a live grasshopper in one I'd just got from the store. Never again. I don't I made the coals hot enough, so this will take awhile." "It's fine. It's just so beautiful back here. I live in an apartment and am almost never outdoors." The weed was relaxing, but not intense. My stoner friend Jimmy would call it 'kind'. Jeff settled down on the bench next to me. He'd put on flip-flops that were probably a size too small because his large toes hung over the edges. "Here's what I find weird about you, Lyle." Uh oh "You are super smart and always thinking...so why haven't you asked me many questions? I mean, we've talked about insects more than we have about important stuff. Are you biting your tongue?" "No." I handed him the roach. "I'm just a clod. I like you so much and I don't to ruin my chances by asking too much." The meat was just barely starting to sizzle over the heat. "I guess I understand that. You're not a clod...just polite. I should tell you that I'm unemployed. I worked for a place that did lithography...coupons, ads and crap that most everybody throws away. Word got out about me and they fired my ass." "Is that even legal?" "Probably. This is the South. I didn't love it there enough to fight. David and I were fuck buddies back then and he invited me to move in. We're both such sluts and it's anybody's guess as to who pozzed who first. This for four years ago. I do everything around the house, but not the gardening. David's a physical therapist and makes a very decent living. Your turn, Lyle." "Um...I am an Aries. I work for a regional magazine, doing layout and some writing." "Have you ever been in love?" "Yes. I can honestly say I once was. His name was Norman. I know I felt love, but I'm not sure he ever did. We weren't sexually compatible. Those were his words." "Like how?" "He was very endowed. It hurt too much to have him try to fuck me. He bought me a dildo to practice with, but I just couldn't make myself use it." "I'm the same way...it's flesh or nothing. But the bad news is that my dick is really big. Probably bigger than Norman's." We'd finished the roach, but Jeff had a fresh fatty ready to spark. "Oh." "Maybe he was just too impatient. Or maybe he was a jerk." "Probably both." "I'm very patient and know how to go slow...especially with beginners." "I've been fucked before...guys with smaller penises. Always with a condom, though." "Well, I've got tons of Trojans in my bedroom. I don't like wearing them, but they can be fun to jack off with." The sun was close to setting and I wondered how high I was. We ate and talked about more mundane things as the coals in the grill slowly died out. The cicadas started their obnoxious hum. "They're here!" "Perfect timing...I was just about to suggest we go inside." I wanted to sit for a little longer. That sound , that song that signaled the and and beginning of things. Jeff put his flip-flops back on and left all the dirty plates outside. "Is the fire out?" "I don't know, Boy Scout. I'll have over 24 hours before I have to clean everything up. David could be on LSD and still have to do the dishes before going to bed." Once inside, my host pit some of the many candles that seemed to be everywhere. I'll leave the TV off is you don't mind. Want music?" A wave of dreamy static washed over my brain. I kind of wanted to hear the cicadas harmonize above the roof. "Sure, Jeff. Anything you want." "Ever hear of Mazzy Star? It's probably my favorite CD of all time. I once smoked a shit ton of hash and listened to the whole thing twice. I swear I found a few dimensions of reality that night." I knew I'd love it. I knew I would because I love everything about how I felt. I would have admitted I loved Jeff too, but that would wreck everything. "Sure If you've never heard this group, go to youtube and sample it now. I mean, wow. It was beautiful, hypnotic and yet still interesting. The singer's voice was like a tiny fairy serenading your soul. It helped that his sound system was amazing. My ex had a thing for Enya, but I could never understand what the fuck she was saying. "You like this, Lyle?" "I love you...I mean 'it'. I love it." I guess I was too stoned to be embarrassed. He chuckled and finished off the joint. "Me too. I've got more weed in my room, but let's sit here for a few minutes. Take your shoes off at least. Relax." I did, and it felt so good I took my socks and shirt off too. "Nice. I was going to do that for you if you didn't." While I was in audio bliss, he had already stripped down to his underwear. I was a little sad that there wasn't more than candlelight in the room. I wanted to see his body under a thousand watt bulb. But this was nice in a way too. Even though there so many shadows in the room, I could tell his dick was huge. Way bigger than Norman's. He never showed much when soft -- not like Jeff. I wanted to stare at his bulge, but my eyes were closing. I wasn't so much sleepy as I was in a pre-dream sue to the music. One lyric, one piece of music caught my attention: "I could possibly be fading/ Or have something more to gain/ I could feel myself growing colder/ I could feel myself under your fate" He wasn't next to me. "Jeff??" "I'm just getting a beer...I have cotton mouth really bad. Want one?" "Yeah. This CD is amazing." I'd buy a copy for myself if we ever made it to Best Buy. As if he's been reading my earlier thoughts, Jeff switched on a hallway light. The room brightened a little. He also brought a big candle to the coffee table in front of us. I took the opportunity to look at his groin. I might have looked too intently. "You like it, huh? It doesn't scare you?" "No. It's...I want it." "Okay. Just double-checking. I want to show it to you. So bad. So, so bad." He dropped his undies and THERE it was. It was so long and wide...and somehow alien. I swear it twitched a little. "You can touch it if you want." And I did...maybe too fast. It was super-heated and started to get bigger as I gripped the shaft. "I've never seen a dick this big! You're right...it's way bigger than Norman's." I bet he was used to getting complimented on his awesome meat. "Please kiss it. Please." He didn't need to be so polite. I put the warm head to my lips and tasted this beautiful man. I was savoring the flavors and didn't realize how completely hard he was getting. "That's nice. Take off the rest of your clothes and then I want you to suck me." It was awkward to strip completely in front of this perfect specimen, but I wanted to please him so badly." And he remained fully hard. I was no good at estimating size, but I'd bet it was over ten inches and my wristwatch would probably fir snugly around the base. It hung in the candlelight like a third arm or something. "It'll be easier if I sit. Get on the floor." You know when you're at a restaurant and really hungry? You order too much food and can't eat it all. That was me right then. I wanted to take that cock all the way down to my lungs, but only get about a third of it in my mouth. Jeff played with my hair and humped a little, trying to get farther in. My stupid gag reflex kept kicking in (a problem I'd had with Norman). "Sorry." "What? Why? You're going farther down than most guys can. I want you to enjoy this too. It just feels so nice and I can get a little greedy with a nice mouth on my dick." I eased up a bit He was moaning and breathing heavily. I could do this all day, every day. Would he cum? Mine own dick was ready to burst. "OK. Come sit down here beside me." He lit up the third or fourth joint of the evening. I kind of didn't want to get more altered so I faked my tokes. "The candles smell good. What scent are they?" "Damned if I know. David buys them. I like the plain ones because just the smell of ordinary melted wax is nice enough. Come on. Let's go to my bedroom." He took me by the hand and led me into the shadows. The room was very inviting. There was a night light already on and the bed was made. It made me happy that he'd planned on bringing me here all along. "This is a nice room, Jeff." "Thanks. The bedding is brand new...you can help me break it in." He stretched out on top of the comforter and closed his eyes for a second.. His cock was still rock hard. "I'm going to ask you this only once more...Are you sure you want to do this with no condom?" I was so sure. "I don't usually allow guys I top to have a choice, but I'm giving you - just you - the option." "I appreciate that, but I don't want latex between us." "And you fully understand what could happen if I cum in your ass? You're not too stoned?" Was I? "I'm fine. Ask me to name every state capitol...in alphabetical order." "No. That would make me go limp. I believe you. Get on up here and you can sit on it. That way will be easiest." He produced a tube of lube and started oiling up his throbbing boner.I could watch him do that for hours. "I so wish I had a digital camera right now. Is that KY? Norm used that on us." "No. This is way better. I don't have much left so we need to make it count." I straddled his waist and let him massage a wet glob of the stuff into my butt hole. Jeff had larger fingers than my ex, but was much more gentle. That alone felt so good, I'd almost be happy if it ended now. "Good God. You are super tight...this will take some time. Ready? Just ease down on my cock. Don't rush." He held my sides and guided me lower. I felt him contact ever so slowly. I remember this as always being the worst part. I wondered if I should have asked him to just rape me and get it over with. But he wasn't that kind of guy and I really needed this to mean something. "Ow!" "Sorry, Lyle. Too fast?" "It's fine. It's fine. Are you in?" "Just barely. Relax and try to get used to it. for a minute. I can wait." It was painful but I willed myself to concentrate on the feelings of pleasure that had to be coming soon. "Yeah. Oh! Take your time." Amazingly, I had made it almost halfway down the shaft...still waiting for the good feelings to begin. "I can't take more of it, Jeff." "It's okay. We'll stay like this and smoke a little." He lit up the blunt, but I declined. I'd had enough...and I didn't want an ember to drop on his hairy chest and set him on fire. I relaxed a little and another half inch entered me. "Don't rush, babe". "It's feeling pretty good right now." It was. THIS is why guys did this. I finally got it just then. "Good! I'll let you set the pace." I maybe pushed my luck a little because I felt my ass rip more. "Wait. Hold on." His dick was wide as a wrist at the base. I'd come too far to hesitate now. "You're almost there. Goddamn it feels so good inside you. Shit. You're gonna get a big load pretty soon." And then he was all the way in. The pain wan't gone but it was starting to get crowded out by the pleasures... both mental and physical. I lifted up a little and move back down, letting that huge penis stir my innards. He slowly started to thrust to meet the rhythm I'd started. He let out a long groan. "OK, man. I'm almost ready to shoot." "Don't. Not yet. Can we switch places?" The low light in the room hid his expression. "Perfect! We can fuck like newlyweds." It was a little awkward changing positions because I didn't want him to pull out for even a second. And then we settled in the missionary style. "Bring your knees down as close to your shoulders as you can..yeah. Like that." He was setting the pace now because I think he knew I wanted him to take over completely. He did. The thrusting intensified and sweat was dripping onto my face. I caught more of his face in the dim light. His eyes were squeezed shut and his smile was bright and natural. "Yeah! Cum inside of me, Jeff! I want it!" He was pure animal after that, growling and primal. At no point in my life had I ever felt this turned on. "I...I..Oh God. I'm breeding you now, little buddy! Shit!" He'd shot his load only a split-second before I did. Everything would be different now. He collapsed on top of me and his heavy breathing had a slight rasp. My gluey load was squished between us, making a slightly comical noise.Then we kissed for a long time. His breathing was returning to normal. I was blissed-out. After the lust and adrenaline left my system, the weed resumed its work. How was it even possible for a human being to feel so good? "That was fantastic, Jeff. Thank you." "It was great, huh? Do you need the bathroom? It's right across the hall from my door." I did have to sit on the toilet, but had no idea what would come out of me. I was ready for whatever. I sat for a while, but blood mixed with a little lube is all that was in the bowl. I stayed longer, not wanting to chance an accident while I slept. I was fine. I'd read porn stories where the bottom was fucked so hard he could barely walk. I could walk just fine. There was some soreness, sure, but nothing too bad. "What time is it?" "Last I looked at the clock, it was after 10. I'm gonna take a little nap...you can go watch TV if you want to." No way. I wanted to lie down next to that big, warm body. Our 'nap' lasted until morning. He snored and mumbled in his sleep...but it sounded like music to me. Neither of us really wanted to leave the bed, but gradually did. We never made it Best Buy on Sunday. We smoked, fooled around and talked. At one point I almost said "I love you", but held off. He'd already said he was not the boyfriend type in so many words. It had been a great fuck and that's all. It was a harsh truth that I hadn't really prepared myself for, and it made me think I should go home now. I'd always have the memory of this. Jeff and I hugged goodbye. I thought about "love" on the highway. I still felt it. Maybe it was enough just for me to have the feeling and enjoy it. Just because he wasn't in love didn't have to figure into the equation just now. Love feels good...as good or better than sex. I could have this emotion even if it wasn't returned. That's where I stayed and am still staying to this day. A great ending to this story would be Jeff eventually falling in love with me and us moving in together. That's not what happened. Jeff died two weeks later. After unanswered calls and no sign in the chat room, I finally drove to his place one night. David was home and he told me what had happened. "He got pneumonia and went really fast. He was only in the hospital for ten hours. He's buried in the small town where his mother lives. I have her number if you want it." I took it calmly and jammed it in my pocket. "Thanks." "I'm sorry, man. Do you want to sit down and have a drink?" Oh fuck. If he tried to hit on me, I'd lose it. "No thanks." I could feel tears wanting to come. "You're Lyle, right?" I nodded. "He liked you. Said you had fun." I'd never return to this town. The physical Jeff was gone, but he was still alive in my thoughts and in my heart. AIDS had ruined so many love stories, but I'd never let it claim this one.

Number 4 is a thing ! No matter how hard I m used or treated, no matter how I m talked to, it s like instinctive in me, I play it gentle, like I m in love... I would kiss the hand that just slapped me.

Yup, cumfillme, there's nothing better than being ass up/face down in a darkroom awaiting a stud's rock hard fuck stick up your hungry hole...tongue fishing with another bareback whore next to you as your well bred fuck hole drips loads onto the floor...the feel of an unseen stud's fingers up your ass as he exclaims "fuck yeah," having felt the loads previously deposited by other unseen studs...as he buries his engorged sex tool deep in your guts and deposits copious amounts of ball snot (hopefully toxic) in your starving boy cunt!!!

I wish there was more to this, this was super duper hot

James may not have fully-articulated it in his own mind, but even before he undertook the trip to Provincetown with his "boyfriend", at a sub-conscious level, James had already moved on. James was determined to find a new sex partner to flaunt in the "boyfriend's" face. Maybe then, James wouldn't have to actually tell the boyfriend that it was over, because James hates open conflict. But it seems the boyfriend, who was never too bright, still didn't get it and was going to be the classic last-to-know. The final insult will be if James starts introducing his ex-boyfriend as his "room-mate".

I’d have to lick the cum off first, to make an accurate assessment of your beard. 😈

Have been fuck with horse cock and ball a couple times... AWESOME sensation...

You are absolutely correct about that. I am one of those sissy faggots. I loved dressing up for my Daddy during our special time together, sucking his fat 10” cock, getting fucked by him and taking his seed. I loved all the sneaking around hiding it from my Mom. During the summers we’d go away for 2 weeks on our annual father son camping trip so she thought but he’d take me to some sleazy motel, we’d party, he’d whore me out to strangers and violate my community holes. He loved watching me getting passed around those random men, taking their loads and after they were done with me he’d have his turn. He’d touch me all over, slide his fingers into my flooded hole and ask me how does that feel my dirty little faggot whore princess. He’d then spread my legs and bury his rock hard throbbing cock deep inside me as he shoved those cum dripping fingers inside my mouth to clean off. I’d moan like a whore in heat telling to fuck me deeper and harder, to spill inside me, to show me how much he loved me with his massive cock. Omfg it was so amazing 🤗

Had my 2 covid vaccine shots waited a week then hooked up with a fellow pig, slammed and we fucked and fisted each other. It was so nice getting back to normal

I met up with a guy on Grindr at a motel just down the road from me. I was able to walk over, and loved that people driving/walking by would have no idea what I was about to do. Before I headed out, I told him to wear unclean clothes (he works in physical labor) and not shower. I get there and he had the perfect amount of man stink, enough that I would smell like him til the next morning. We did the normal foreplay, which was fun enough, but we both wanted the same thing. He sat on the couch and had me get up on his lap. I started to slide down onto his cock (oh shit, I forgot to mention, his cock was decently hung and thick, and had the absolute perfect upward curve) and I paused, gasping and fluttering my eyes involuntarily. It was a moment when, instead of my life flashing before my eyes, I knew he was going to make me cum hard. I wore him out after three rounds and two loads, and was actually very satisfied, something that is rarer than I'd like. I reached down to feel if his load was dripping out of me and found that my whole inner thigh was soaked with cum. There's something so thrilling about being used like a bitch, having all my spots hit, and to be rewarded not so much a load as a goddamn lake. The best part is that he's gonna be in town for work every 1-2 weeks and we plan to film with the intent to post. I can't wait.

Went to a bar with an outside play area, and there was a guy there with nappy locks and a beard. Not really my type, but could tell he was packing. He walked towards the back, and I followed shorty after. Found him with his cock out, and dropped to my knees. He was a good 10-11 and I'm not the best throater. After a few minutes he said, "is your ass better than your throat?" Simply said " you tell me!" Fortunately I had some lube with me. He was an aggressive top and fucked for about 20 minutes before unleasing a massive load in me. Story of next load to follow as it was at a different place.

Agreed. Alpha Tops have no desire to suck dick. Locking a faggot clit ensures the faggot does not touch himself, stays soft and is a clear illustration of roles and a way for the Alpha to exert his dominance over the faggot.

Matt led me round to the side door and let himself in. As soon as the door closed behind us and Matt had taken off his shoes he stripped, I did the same. He grinned at me, took my hand and lead me through the kitchen to a door. We walked hand in hand down the steps into the red lit basement. Just like at Tom and Robert’s I found myself in another playroom. There were mirrors all around, and shelves lined with toys. A sling stood in the middle and on one side what I guessed had to be fuck bench with restraints to tie a boy down. My cock strained and leaked in its cage at the sight of the fuck bench. I was so entranced with the room that I missed the sound of the door at the top of the steps closing and someone coming down. “Well fuck Mattie if I’d known your friend was this cute I might have made him my boy instead of letting Rob and Tommy get to have all the fun.” I turned around and found myself face to face with a massive hulk of a man. Sir was probably in his early fifties, with short salt and pepper hair, a clean-cut beard and strong broad face. His eyes had a very similar wicked glint to Matt’s before he had fucked me. He wore a black leather vest and a black jock which strained to hold in what I could tell was a beautifully fat cock. His body was not what I would have described as gym buff but he was clearly muscular with dark black hair all over him. He was a man, in every sense of the word. I wanted him inside of me. “Mattie explained the rules to you I assume?” He said looking at me. “Yes Sir,” calling him Sir came so naturally, I wasn’t sure how anyone could call him otherwise. “Good. How many loads do you have inside you boy?” “Nineteen Sir.” “And your Masters want you to collect how many?” “Twenty Sir.” “And if you go over?” “They’ll be thrilled Sir! I’m to spend tomorrow collecting loads too. They want to see if I really am the cumdump they hope I am, Sir.” “Good boy, I’m sure you are.” “Thank you, Sir,” I blushed. “Now, Mattie, how about you get your little friend settled in the swing and then I think it’s time to plug your cunt don’t you?” “Yes Sir!” Matt replied and took me over to the sling in the middle of the room. Just like at Tom and Robert’s there was a massive mirror above the sling and for a moment I stared up at myself and marveled at what a slut I looked like. Matt put my ankles and wrists into the restraints, kissed my cheek and stepped away. I couldn’t see where Matt went but he returned quickly with a cart like at my Master’s house with toys and lube on it. He winked at me and grabbed a rather aggressive looking plug. It had a broad flat head a wide shaft and then a sharp cut back to a neck and flared base. He lubed it up and then bent over, his ass facing towards me. I watched as he pressed the plug into his hole, pushing past the initial resistance and swallowing it with ease. He turned around with a grin on his face. “That’s my favorite plug.” “Matt’s seen me wreck quite a few college boy’s cunts,” Sir said stepping up between my legs, “That’s why he brought the toy tray over like the good boy he is; however, your Sir’s have asked that I not make you too sore to take cock tomorrow. As you’re their boy and not mine, I’m going to respect that. You’re going to get my cock once Mattie has gotten it wet enough for your pussy and then I’m going to breed you. The next time I see you though, you will be put through your paces. Understand?” “Yes Sir.” “Good boy. Faggot, come get my cock wet so I can breed your friend’s slut cunt.” Matt fell to his knees and pulled Sir’s cock from his jock. It was still mostly soft but it was already wonderfully fat. My hole twitched. I watched as Matt swallowed it to the base and slowly opened wider and wider to allow Sir’s cock to grow in his mouth. Sir moaned a little as Matt worked his cock hard. My caged little cock leaked, and my hole twitched watching Matt service this man. He was clearly lost in cock lust. This man, this dick, held power over him, and I recognized how I had felt with my Masters earlier that day. It had been an instant devotion for me, and it seemed like it had been for Matt too originally. For Sir’s part it was obvious he felt something for Matt too, he treated him with love and care even though it was obvious who was in charge. He held the back of Matt’s head and worked more and more of his hardening cock into his mouth, but never so much that Matt couldn’t cope. It was a perfect balance of rough control and care. It was spectacular to watch and make me all the more excited to give myself over to Robert and Tom. His dick sufficiently hard, Sir pushed Matt back and pulled his dick out. I knew what was coming next and my pulse quickened. Matt stood up and moved next to my head, he grinned down at me, and then as I felt Sir’s cock press against my hole he kissed me. Matt’s tongue slid into my mouth as Sir slid into my cunt. I groaned and kissed Matt back as I felt the now familiar waves of joy wash over me as I took another raw cock. Sir’s cock felt both long and thick, in his first stroke he pushed passed my second ring and had me wide open. Had my legs not been cuffed to the sling I would have wrapped them around Sir to pull him deeper inside of me. He had one of those cocks that just made me feel whole. No wonder Matt had given himself over to this man. “Rob and Tom are fucking lucky. You’ve got a beautiful cunt boy. It feels so goddamn good on my cock.” Matt stopped kissing me for a moment so I could answer, “Thank you Sir.” The sling was swinging me back against Sir’s cock with each thrust making them rougher and deeper. “Mattie here is quite taken with you too. You know he’d told me about you before, the cute boy he’s friends with and wants to be more but is worried he’s too square to handle what a slut Mattie is. He was so excited when he came back and told me that not only had he fucked you twice but you’d turned into a cumslut in one day and were not the property of our friends Tom and Rob.” He was fucking me with long slow strokes all through this. “That’s why I locked up his beautiful cock. I didn’t want him getting too excited and forgetting his place. Though I doubt Mattie would ever forget who he belongs to. Right?” “No Sir,” Mattie replied, grinning from ear to ear, though his cheeks did look a little flushed. “Tom and Rob are going to train you up good, and you and Mattie can be cumpigs together. Do you like the sound of that boy?” “Yes Sir,” I practically screamed. “Good pig. Mattie, go upstairs and unlock the back door. I’ve made some arrangements for you too tonight.” “Yes, Sir!” Matt dashed off upstairs. “Mattie told me how jealous he was of how many loads you had in your cunt, so I invited a few friends over for him. So, while I’m breeding your cunt, you’re going to watch Mattie in his element.” “Thank you Sir! Seeing Matt get fucked while his loads are in my cunt makes me feel so sexy Sir! I’m the hole that other holes use.” “Fuck pig, it didn’t take long to break your mind and teach you your place.” He gave me a good hard slam, as Matt came back down the stairs. “On the bench boy,” Sir instructed. Matt laid down on the fuck bench next to the sling. Sir pulled his cock slowly from my hole and moved to strap Matt down. Once he was secure, Sir worked the plug out of Matt’s hole revealing a wet, loose gaping, cunt. He spat directly into Matt’s hole, and then grabbed a dildo from the cart Matt had brought over for me. It had to be almost two feet long, with a slow taper from nothing to wide as a fist. Sir lubed it up, and then slowly slid it inside of Matt till the faired base popped inside. With that finished he tied a blind fold around Matt’s head and winked at me. “Thank you Sir,” Matt said. “Keep that inside till your first top come, I have to get back to your friend.” He patted Matt’s exposed ass, and turned back to me. Sir had no sooner slide his cock inside me, when we heard someone come inside upstairs. Clearly this was someone who had been here before, after hearing the almost unmistakable sound of clothes being removed at the top of the stairs the new comer walked down into the basement. Sir, turned his head to great the man, and then resumed fucking me. Matt was clearly not his priority right now. Somehow that was hot too. I was his only focus even though there were random men entering his house to fuck his boy. “I may not be able to keep my promise to Tom and Rob about only pumping a load into this cunt. Its too damn good. I’ll just make sure you’re not too wrecked for tomorrow. How does that sound boy?” “Please use me Sir.” The new man laughed, “Two pigs, you’re a lucky man.” “This one isn’t mine,” Sir gestured to me, “A couple of friends are breaking him in. I’m just taking advantage of that situation. The faggot on the bench is mine. He’s desperate for some loads tonight.” “Pimping out your boy, while breaking in another, I love it.” The guy moved behind Matt and I got a good look at him. He was probably in his mid-forties, salt and pepper hair, short beard, good body, hairy as fuck and with the kind of cock I was coming to associate with anyone Matt was going to fuck. It was hard as a rock already, uncut, with a broad tip, a long slow taper to a fat base in a nest of graying pubes. The balls hung low and loose. My own mouth watered. He wasted no time, grabbed the base of the toy inside Matt and pulled it out. He let out a low whistle seeing how long the toy was. He laid its sticky shaft on Matt’s back and then without saying anything to my friend, slid his cock in. Matt groaned and so did I. I watched this stranger pick up his pace as Sir deep dicked me, keeping his pace steady but plunging his cock in to the hilt each time. Sir wanted to make it last, the man fucking Matt on the other hand was clearly here to dump his load. He hammered away at Matt’s ass making him groan and whimper. I had seen Matt get fucked already today but this was different. He wasn’t just a horny bottom he had become little more than a cunt. It was exactly what I wanted to be. More than that, I wanted to be that with him. I suddenly had the image of the two of us strapped down on fuck benched being bred by men we would never see. Turns out that vison would come true by the end of the school year. The man fucking Matt picked up his pace and growled in his ear before slamming in hard and unloading his balls. He grunted, and Matt whimpered out a thank you. “Thanks for letting me use your boy.” He said to Sir as he headed to the stairs and then was gone. “Feel good Mattie?” “Yes Sir!” “Did you like watching Mattie get bred boy?” “Yes Sir!” “You wished you were ass up next to him taking strangers loads too, didn’t you boy.” “Yes Sir.” “I’m sure that will come soon enough.” Sir pulled out of me and walked over to Matt. I figured he was going to slide the dildo back in Matt when he picked it up, but he brought it over to me. Still slathered in lube and cum from Matt’s hole he started to slide it inside of me. I felt it press into my second hole and then past it’s battered ring. Slowly he worked the whole loose wringing toy inside of me till just the flared base was left. I took a deep breath and as I breathed out he slid it inside me. A few more deep breaths and he was fucking me with it. I got wrapped up in how my hole felt slipping around the knot of the toy and didn’t notice another guy come downstairs. It was only when Matt gasped that I looked over and saw a tall thin guy not much older than us slide his baseball bat cock inside of Matt. I watched as my hole was stretched over and over and Matt took this beastly dick. Soon Matt was taking another load of cum and thanking his top, while my hole became sloppier and sloppier. Before the twink pulled out another guy came down the stairs, already naked and took his place as soon as Matt’s hole was empty. While Matt took his third cock Sir picked up a bigger toy, not as long this time but thicker, and lubed it up. I groaned with pleasure as my ass opened to accommodate it. After Matt’s third cock he had a break and was left on the fuck bench listening to my sloppy hole be dildo fucked by Sir as I panted. After a while Sir sized up my dildo again. I was probably just as stretched as when Tom and Robert had been opening me the first time. As Sir slowly worked the full length of the new dildo in me Matt’s fourth and fifth tops turned up. It went on like this through Matt’s tenth load with Sir slowly working ever larger and longer toys inside of me while Matt lay ass up taking loads. By that point I had a big blunt egg-shaped plug in my ass and was covered in sweat. Precum had leaked from my cage all over by torso and I was a sticky mess. After the tenth top left Sir untied Matt, helped him up, gave him a kiss and brought him on shaky legs over to look at my cunt. “You little friend here has worked all the way up to the XL Egg.” “Fuck!” Matt said. “Go ahead, I know you want to,” Sir said indulgently. Matt grabbed the toy and fucked it in and out of my hole a few times before pulling it completely out. He bent over the bench, his ass towards us, and worked the cum covered toy into his own hole. He groaned, and then came over to kiss me again. “Feel better?” “Yes Sir! Thank you Sir.” “Good boy. Are you ready for my load now pig?” “Fucking breed my cunt Sir!” Sir laughed and looked at the two horny, caged bottom boys in front of him. Smiling he began to fuck me. This was not like before he was no longer trying to make it last, this was about filling my hole with his cum. I moaned and begged as he sweat and grunted. He hammered the sling so hard I was swinging wildly with each thrust. Sir started to growl and I knew he was about to flood me. I held onto the chains and found myself being pulled into Sir’s crotch as he unloaded inside of me. Even with all my hole had been through it felt like a flood rushing in as Sir bred me. I whispered thank you as he bucked one last time inside of me and then slowly pulled out. Sir picked up a phone from the toy tray and took a picture of my ruined hole. “To send to your Masters.” I left Matt at Sir’s place and went back to mine, exhausted, and leaking, but still somehow horny as fuck.

My cock's about average length but I'm real thick. Most of my subs are real tight on my shaft for the entire fuck. I love it. My buddy Steve had a 9 inch monster cock even thicker than mine. He struggles to find men who can take him. when he does he fukkin wrecks their holes. I've fucked a man straight after him and my cock hardly touched the sides.

I might have mentioned this in previous posts on here. I love anon sex, especially in darkrooms where it's pitch black, where I can "feel" with cock and ass (actually with my whole naked body) and be felt up by having cock up my ass or by getting down to rimming asses and sucking cocks ready to cum. You gotta be having SEX there. I really don't know why guys just walk through darkrooms. Stop and smell the...

Part II A week after I talked to the guy I have fucked and stealthed, he called me. I was at work, so I couldn't answer it. But when I got home later, I returned the call to see what he was up to and if he wanted me to fuck him again. "Hey, man, what's up", I said when he answered. "I'm kind of desperate", he said. "I went to the doctor last week and today I came back there to take the results of some exames..." "You better? That flu is over?", I asked. "Man, I have HIV", he said. "It's so fucked up, I'm gonna die." "It's not the end of the world", I said. "A lot of guys have a normal life with the virus, you will get used to it. Why have you called me? Worried that I caught it from you?" "It's kind of the opposite", he said. "Are you sure you are neg? I mean, you are into that bareback stuff" "I'm poz too", I said. "But you didn't get it from me, we used a condom" "You sure it didn't break without you seeing it?", He asked. "Man, I would feel if the condom was broken, I checked it after we had sex. I'm telling you, the condom wouldn't break by itself" It was not a lie and I did check it. The condom was broken because I broke it. And I indeed checked it after we had sex. "I always had oral sex without a condom on, it must be that", he said. "Man, it's not healthy to be thinking about that. What passed is past. What you can do now is taking care of yourself. Wanna come over? We can talk, you will see that I have a normal happy life, living with the virus. And maybe we can have a little fun". "I don't know, man, the doctor said I shouldn't". "I can't get it again, and now we don't need condoms anymore. It will be fun". "Can I crush at your place?", He asked. "I really don't want to be alone and I don't have any friends in this city. I'm freaking out a little bit". "Take a bag and put some clothes in it, you can stay here for the time you need me. I'm here for you, we are part of the same brotherhood now and we protect each other". "Thank you man", he said. "I really appreciate it. And I'm sorry about that, but you were good to me the other day and I don't have anyone to talk about this shit". "I get it, I freaked out too. Come oven and we will talk. I will message you the address." I had a huge smile on my face when we hang up. I could have pozzed a lot of guys by now, but he was the first one that I knew for sure that I did it. My first-born. Pregnant with my toxic babies. It was really hot and my cock was rock hard in my pants. Half an hour later, he was knocking on my door. His eyes were red like he was crying and he hugged me tight. "It's gonna be ok", I said. I lead the way to the living room and we sat on the couch next to each other. He hasn't talked yet and I had my hand on his back. "How it happened?", He finally asked. "I think we will never know, but I assure you that it's not the end of your life." "I knew it was risky to let strangers fuck me, but I was always careful, I swear. And I use a condom when I top too." "Well, it will always be risky, condoms can break, cum can leak, you can get it from a blowjob...", I said. "But now you can treat yourself and you won't have to worry about it anymore". "You say it like it was a good thing". "It's not bad either. You can have a lot of unprotected sex and you will not get it again". "I swear I'm so pissed right now that I could have a lot of sex and pass it on to other guys", he said. "You can do that, I sure did", I said. "When you found you that you have it?", He asked. "About ten years ago, I was young and naive, but look at me now, I'm still here and don't plan on going anywhere". "The doctor said that when you take your pills, after some time, you can't infect other people", he said. "He is right, but when people don't know their status, they are dangerous. The risk is higher when you have sex with a person that don't know their status. Or when a guy don't take those pills, like me." "Why would you do that?", He asked. "The side effects are not that good for me, but it changes with each person.", I said. "And you still have bareback sex!", He was surprised. "Well, everyone knows the risk, I'm not fooling anybody. When the guy is smart, he asks for a condom, like you did." "Yeah, and look where it brought me", he said. "Man, I really want to fuck around, am I a bad person?" "Not at all, they did it to you, so you want to give it back, it's absolutely normal. And a little hot, you must admit it", I said. "Man, I'm horny since I got those results, I don't know what's going through my mind, I'm messed up.", He said. "Being poz make you horny?", I asked. "Because I'm poz too, and I think we are both horny now." "I don't know, bro. I'm still freaked out. I think I will never have sex again in my life", he said. "Or I could raw fuck you now, pound your ass here on my couch, make you feel so good that you will forget everything. I want to put my poz juice inside of you. What do you say to that? Wanna share this bond? We will be connected forever. Let it out of your mind, be a proud poz gay. Or you can be a pussy and hide in the dark, it's up to you, your choice only." "I was looking for poz on the internet today and I found some videos of people into this stuff", he said. "And how did you feel?", I asked. "I'm so embarrassed with myself, but it was hot. I didn't know that it was an actual fetish. I wanted to cum so bad, but I didn't, it would be wrong." "You saying that your cum is inside you since you discovered your new status?", I asked. "Yeah" "I have a new plan, I usually don't bottom, but fuck that. Give it to me, I need your cum inside my guts. After that, if you are still turned on by this shit, I fuck you too and we mix our fluids. Deal?", I asked. "I mean, I guess we could try...", He said. "You are already horny, I am too. Let's do it and tomorrow we think about what is coming your way." The guy was still confused by the situation and a little shocked for felling horny about poz sex. Everything was happening really fast. But I knew I could talk him into it, so, I started kissing his amazing poz lips.

I've had luck in almost every major city in the USA and a number of places around the world. I have found that many of the hotels that require key access to elevators can be worked around by having the top wait until someone else gets on who is staying there and they can activate the elevator with their card - all the guy has to do then is punch in the floor. Some hotels have executive floors that require key access - I try not to stay on those, but once in a while it happens. If I find myself on one of those, I ask the top to get off on the floor below, find the stairs and walk up - they CANNOT lock the door to any floor from the stairs - it's against fire code. For the door, I do something that you might find useful - especially if I cannot simply jar the door slightly - some are SO heavy that they won't stay open. If that's the case, or if I'm at a sleazy motel (doors open to the outside), I always have a roll of 2 inch wide gaff tape and some extra old hotel key cards. Cover a couple of the key cards with the gaff tape so that they are completely covered. Then, lay them one at a time on the desk or table and take four strips of gaff tape that are much longer than the key cards and tape each card to two of the strips. Open the door to your room, and place one of the taped up key cards against the area of the door where the cut out holes/slots are for where the deadbolt slides into, etc. and cover them completely. At this point, you may be able to simply close the door, and it will just pull open and push closed easily with no fuss. If so, the door will look closed and locked, but will actually stay unlocked and tops can easily enter the room, dump their loads and then head out. I've attached some pics to illustrate... in this instance, I've only used one card and taped it to the metal area of the door jam. Other times, I've used a thickness of two cards; and still at other times, I've used both... one on the door jam, and the other taped over the deadbolt and other mechanism on the actual door to hold them back. The gaff tape is the BEST type of tape to use - it sticks to just about anything, holds really well, and will come off easily without making any marks or leaving any residue. It can be easily ordered off of Amazon.

I'm sure that if you'd done a survey in 1858, the overwhelming majority of people surveyed in southern states would have been just perfectly fine with keeping slavery. I'm sure that a survey done in 1945 in southern states would have shown a huge majority in support of Jim Crow laws. No, the nickname for a neighborhood isn't like slavery or discriminatory laws. But the point is, a significant number - a minority, but nonetheless a significant one - found the name exclusionary. And given how that minority - females - have had a long, long history of being excluded from pretty much everywhere that matters; and given that nobody's actually HARMED by changing the name - a name that (as noted) is not particularly grounded in history; it seems to me to be awfully churlish to insist on hanging on to it, even more when it's under the dubious rubric of "women ruining everything". When I first started hearing stories about how much misogyny there was within the gay community, some decades back, I thought surely that must be an artifact of an earlier time. But threads like this remind me it's alive and well.

What gets me off is when a bottom is clearly in pain - and I say - do you want me to stop? (if they suggest maybe - I tell them if i stop- we are DONE!) and no lie - not once in my life has a bottom asked me to stop. A few times ive seen blood and tell them - you got blood on my cock - you still want my load in your guts? (often say dirty or toxic dna etc) again- they always beg me to breed em... and most suck me clean after - before going to check the damage as I leave

I am more focused on getting fucked by as many random strangers as possible than on pure anon. It doesn't bother me if I see a guy's face or whatever. But the only extra thing I get out of knowing who the guy is is if he is a really good fuck then maybe we can find each other again. But pure anon fucking has one great benefit. It gets you away from any hangups or preferences you have. One of the things that surprises me about hookup apps is how oriented towards face pics or showing your six pack abs. I really couldn't give a fuck. But everyone has there own preferences. I like big cocks and uncut cocks, so if I am choosing from an array of visible options I will gravitate to those things. When I used condoms, I was much pickier, but now even if a cock is underwhelming, at least there is the prospect of a load. When I am taking anon cock the only time I get identifying info is maybe when I put my hand back to make sure there is no condom, I might feel how big the cock is. Or when I suck the cum covered cock freshly pulled from my ass I might see his body or face. It doesn't ruin anything for me, but I don't care who the guy is. So I am fine with knowing my fuck, but also happy to just bend over a bench in a darkroom and take whatever is offered. I don't intentionally look. If you are worried that guy's face isn't cute, or his cock is too small, or his body isn't hot, or he has full blown AIDS, well you are missing out on a lot of good fucking.

The question was put to tops, but I notice that more bottoms than tops seem to have answered, so I'll add my thoughts. I live in the Washington, DC area and, with more bottoms than tops in the area, the search for tops has gotten "competitive" (I suspect this might be true in other places and would be interested in hearing from others about their own local experiences), so I try to thank my tops before, during, and after taking their seed. I always thank them! (Some others responding feel that the fuck alone might be thanks enough, but I like to verbally thank them) I always provide ATM. (I didn't always do this, but now with the popularity of ATM, a breeding is not complete, without ATM) Always be fuck ready Always make yourself available when HE needs a fuck. (This is a "before" thank you. Nothing says I'm here to service you more than making your cunt available when HE needs to get off.) Give HIM what HE needs in a fuck, not what you need. (This is a "during" thank you. And, a great way to say this cunt is here to service you. Some of my tops want to fist or give me a piss enema when they're done. Best thing you can do is oblige.) Be an enthusiastic, grateful bottom (a "during" thank you. Give him positive feedback on the fuck as it's happening.) Give any referrals HE makes as happy as possible. (Nothing will say thank you as much as the feedback HE gets from HIS peer tops about what a good cunt bottom HE is referring out.) Don't be a whiny bottom. Deliver on what you said you were going to deliver. (I have a 10" top who keeps cumming back to fuck me. That's because I can accommodate his 10" relatively easily. HE wants to get to fucking, not the working of getting HIS dick into your cunt.)

Mike picked up his biohazard jock and started to adjust my legs in the sling so he could slip the jock on me. I’d always thought rubber looked hot but needed to see how it felt first. Now I’m being dressed in it and was feeling strangely calm about it. Turned on, even. He then unhooked a short piece of chain, which I assumed was part of the sling, but for some reason had a padlock on it. I understood exactly what was going on when he moved my head so he could slip it around my neck. Closing the padlock with no sign of a key. “There you go, my boy. You’re starting to look the part already. Your bulge in that bio jock shows your approval too.” He had a point. I looked down and saw my stiffening cock in the jock and felt the weight of the chain around my neck. Fucking hot. A little epiphany unlocked at that moment seeing myself in a rubber jock spread out in a sling, with several poz loads in my hole. I thought that I looked like a pig. One of the more extreme ones you occasionally stumble across on a tumblr. Where more often than not, the guys look like pure animals. Fucking each other freely and feeling part of a semi-secret society. Where guys park their lives at the door and set about exploring their true desires. As men… brothers. Right then, I was feeling like I’d made it into the sty. Mike could almost read my mind. He stood there looking at me admiring myself. Admiring whatever I was becoming. Had become. “I like it. Very fucking hot. You’ll be a perfect addition to the cause once the gift claims you. Your Bugdaddy knows the route, son, let me be your guide into your new life.” It’s true. I’ve seen and could sense a new direction and purpose now. Mike lined himself at my hole again, fingering his last deposit into me as he lubed his cock. It felt beautiful, if I’m honest. They’ve already won. “The sight of my son in his bio jock is turning me on. You’re mine now, body and soul” “Fuck yeah, daddy. Finish it off.” He grinned and looked me in the eye. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty coming your way now you’re one of us. My strain alone should have given the recruitment process a head start.” It’s true. There genuinely was no way back now. The reality being that I’ve more than likely been infected. I guess I’d taken about ten, maybe a dozen loads now. On a special Poz Night, admittedly. And, yes, one of those guys was a new member who’d just been recruited, at his most toxic and, oh yeah, then bred me in an initiation. All normal. Normal to me now. And now I was understanding why they call it a gift. Mike shuddered as he unloaded into me, keeping his cock in there as he looked me up and down like a proud father admiring his new born. Which, in a twisted kinda way, was exactly that. I felt reborn. I felt satisfaction. A new freedom, like I was home. I looked into his eyes and slurred like the lovesick cum-craving rawpig I’d become, with my belly now full of his seed. His toxic seed no doubt already incubating in me. “I want to feel like this forever” Mike smiled and came in for a kiss “you soon will, son. You soon will.”

Mike grinned as he fished out his cock from his biohazard rubber. “That’s it lad, you know exactly what you want, I’m just going to make sure it’s my strain you carry. The seed that will infect you. I’m going to incubate that bugson hole. Soon, you’ll want nothing but me” He had that right. I was in heat. Lusting. Harder than ever. I felt him push up against my sore hole. The PA tickling the edges, going past them, gliding easily into me thanks to the cum of all the others. It felt powerful, more like a ritual I would get used to, hell even carry out myself once I’m one of them… Fuck. I’m thinking like I’m a pozbrother already. Pushing its way further into me, as if he wanted all of him, every drop to saturate and alter me. “You like that, yeah? Good. You’re just a life support system for a toxic cock. Your principles, ethics, feelings and loyalties – they’re all up for being reconfigured.” Shit, he could sweet talk. “Tell your bugdad how you feel, pig” “I feel whole bugdaddy. I feel right. It’s as if this was my destiny all along. To be your bugson.” It was just coming out now. Dark thoughts I’d never dreamt of vocalizing had no choice but to be aired now during this moment. The idea of me, 42, being claimed as a son by a man of a similar age seemed perverted, but that was small fry to what was on the menu right now. His toxic cock was starting to pump me, my hole clamping down as if to milk him quicker. I knew this was it. My insides felt shredded and sore, but I know that this was the answer to any ailment right now. Mike pulled out and looked down “Ah, pink cummy blood goo. You’re well on your way.” And rammed his meat back into me. The gasp as it wrecked me anew turned him on more, if anything. His thrusts quickened as did his breathing. The assault on me was an introduction to trusting him with my life. Trusting him to use his powers to change that. Trusting him to claim me. “No way back now, pig. Like you had any chance… argh!” Oh wow. I’d taken a fair bit of cum but this bastard fast tracked through that. It was as if the entire sauna had worked together in my recruitment. All I could say now was… “Thank you bugdaddy. Thank you for gifting this boy.” He reached over and began snogging me then gently whispered “Welcome to your new life, pig” and my cock must have poked into his stomach as he sensed my, what, relief? Jubilation? “I can guarantee that you’re now en route to becoming a pozpig. No pig I know, or should I say bred, has ever avoided it. Your cock seems to agree too. Perfect. Daddy is going to rebuild you into the toxic pig you deserve to be” “Yes daddy, thank you” A haze came over my mind. Dazed from what just happened. Feeling myself beginning to be rewritten and transformed. “I like your rubber, daddy. Very hot” “That’s good to hear, pig, because the plans I have for you involve you wearing a lot of it. You’ve definitely earned your biohazard now.” Bloody hell. That’s a sentence you don’t hear in polite society. “When did you last cum, pig?” I had to think. Actually, no, I’d not cum at all throughout the evening. Hard as a rock and precumming like a bastard, but no actual cumming. “Earlier, Sir. Possibly last night” “Ah, so that cock has yet to cum its last neg load, eh?” he said, as he began to stroke. “I think we both know that I should have the honour of taking the last of your innocence then hehehe” He was right. This mad, twisted logic what it was, made it seem like common sense. Almost courtesy. “Um, yes bugda… Oh” He was on it. Worshipping his new son’s soon-to-be-toxic cock. Hurrying the process. It didn’t take long, but my word I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. In the afterglow, he tenderly stroked me as if I was a newborn. Our lips locked together and I tasted myself. Or should it be the last remnants of me. It was the first time I think I’ve tasted my own cum, and by the looks of it, not the last. “Lick your lips. He’s gone now. Mr innocent. I own you as of right now. You’re my bugson in mind and in body” He was right. I know that now. My Bugdaddy is always right.

At the moment I have two straight fuckbuddies who I meet from time to time. One is in his 40ies, married with kids, and his wife doesn't want him to fuck her often, nor does she please him with other things like giving head and stuff. He would never go for other chicks though, and he thinks that cheating her with me is a different thing anyway, cuz he does nothing than ramming his cock into a hole and dumping some loads. So, when we meet every couple of months we sit, drink beer and watch straight porn. After a while he will open his pants and this is the signal for me to turn around and bend over the sofa. No touching, no kissing. He just shoves in and fucks. After a few minutes he shoots his load, pulls out, closes his pants and we continue sitting, drinking and watching porn. 2-3 beers later he is again up for it, and we continue this until I have some 3 or 4 loads in my guts. The other is a single man who has an enormous cock and thus constantly problems to find girls. Most of the chicks already freak out when they only see his snake popping out of his pants. But then he is very much into agressively using his fuck tool and most women don't like that. Since he found out that there are gay guys who are pretty much into stuff like that, he sometimes goes to a gay bathhouse. That's where I meet him.