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Eric, is a 19 year old, with red hair, blue eyes, tone body. He was able to convince Gerry, a rich, overweight, light brown hair gay man, that he was the one for him. Eric took “care of him.” By pretending to have sex with Gerry. He would be sure that Gerry was drugged up and to be sure he took care of Gerry’s needs, by rubbing is back and his ass cheeks. Eric, who is straight. With his girlfriend, Brenda, decided to con Gerry out of some of his fortune. So Eric decided to go “gay for pay” without having to sleep with Gerry, and had to keep Gerry’s staff, including Ben, who has secretly lusted after Eric, and would love to fuck him raw and give him his unmedicated load. Ben is lanky, in his early 50’s. Became poz, because a condom broke. Ben would get touchy freely with Eric, until Gerry caught it and laid into Ben. Ben, was still going to get Eric into his bed, one way or the other. And has luck would have it, he would get Eric into bed. Ben also didn’t trust Eric, but knew he couldn’t tell Gerry, it would mean his job. Gerry would have to prove that Eric was just a con artist. While the kitchen, Ben would make another pass at Eric. Eric smiled and said “Nice try Ben, but my heart belongs to Gerry.” “Besides, you wouldn’t be able to afford me.” Ben would leave to go shopping, with Gerry resting, Eric and Brenda planned their next move. “The old man doesn’t have much time.” Brenda noted. “I know” Eric said with a grin. In the meantime, Ben came home earlier, and was listening in and recording with is phone their plan and cut off when they started having sex. Ben to himself “Gotcha!” He first thought of going to tell Gerry, but no he thought to himself. “Now, I can get him into my bed.” First thing he thought was to pay off Brenda. He did. She got $10,000 for a modeling shoot, moving her away from Eric. Who couldn’t stop her. Ben then went to Eric. “I want to show you something.” Ben said with a grin, playing the video of Eric and Brenda talking. Eric’s face dropped. “What do you want from me Ben?” Knowing his answer all ready. “If you don’t want me to show Gerry this video. you have to sleep me.” “I guess I can afford you now, Eric.” He knew he didn’t have a choice, maybe if I drug him and pretend we had sex, like with Gerry, nobody would be the wiser. Eric, with his plan to avoid having sex with Ben, knew he wouldn’t have much time to get the sleeping pill into his drink. Eric knocked on Ben’s door, “come in, it’s open.” Ben said. Eric saw a sling in the corner of Ben’s room. Eric was wearing the short shorts and tank top that Ben ordered hiM to wear. ”take off your clothes, Eric.” He does has he’s told. While looking for an opportunity to place the pill into Ben’s drink. Standing there naked, Ben excuses himself, and Ben places the pill into the champagne glass, at that moment, Ben walks in. “I see you want some champagne.” “Drink up, handing Eric the glass that he just put the pill into. “Shit” Eric says to himself. with no choice, takes a couple of sips, he knew it would take while for it to kick him. pulling down his pants, Ben gets Eric on his knees to start sucking him, “suck me, like your ex girlfriend use to suck you, str8 boy.” Ben was enjoying this, getting to touch Eric all over, and knowing he couldn’t do a thing to stop him. Eric took his mouth of of Ben’s hard poz cock. “Walk over to the sling and climb in.” “Eric did as he was told. Ben fastened the handcuffs, made sure that Eric was on his back, after all, this had been his dream for a year now. Ben had lube and a toothbrush, he was going to be sure that when Eric took his load, he would increase his chances of becoming poz. Eric, seeing the toothbrush, “What are you going to do with that?” Then he felt Ben put it into his tight hole. Going back and fourth with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it Eric?” He wasn’t sure if it felt good, just weird. Ben took the toothbrush out of his hole, seeing some blood come out. Ben knew Eric was good to go. Ben climbed on top of the half asleep young man, lubed up his dick, and the boys ass. And slowly went in and out of him. After all, he been wanting to get him into bed and poz him and take his time with Eric. Eric who was slowly falling into unconscious, found Ben kissing him on the mouth, and couldn’t stop him from doing so. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.” “And now, I’m going to take my time with you.” Ben plates with Eric’s cock, which even soft was quite impressive. After two hours of taking his time, Ben released his toxic loads into the handsome young man. “Just so you know, Eric.” “Not only to I finally get you onto bed, I pozzed you to.” “Poz?l “What do you mean?” Eric asked. “I’m HIV positive.” And now you will be too.” Eric wanted to hit him, cry, but was still handcuffed. “You have a couple of visitors, Eric.” Let’s get your poz hole ready for them.” One was Ralph, an old man Eric had stolen lots of money from. Ralph was also poz. And when Ben looked into Eric’s past he felt that Ralph should punish him too. “You son of a birch.” Ralph said has he started to hate fuck Eric. “Now you are going to pay.” Ralph was a lot more aggressive, with his anger. pounding Eric’s ass. With a loud grunt. Ralph finished up inside the boy, with cum running down his ass. The second visitor was Gerry, who was indeed shown the video and decided he was going to have Eric’s ass. “Gerry, I can explain.” Eric said meekly. “No you can’t.” As Gerry took off his clothes. Seeing his overweight hairy body, gets on top of Eric, and forces his dick into Eric’s now loose cum filled ass. “By the way,” Gerry said between thrusting his cock in and out of the boy’s ass. “I changed my will, you get nothing, but all my male staff gets to have you.” With that, another poz load went deep inside the young man’s ass.

[Remember - this is fiction, not recommended behavior...] "Here you go Mrs. Winters, one Grande Cinnamon Spice Mocha," Antonio said, handing the coffee drink to the elderly woman across the counter. "I put an extra bit of cinnamon in it just like you like it," he added, with a wink and a smile. "Thank you, Antonio," Mrs. Winters said, sipping the mocha and returning the smile. "You're the sweetest young man." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Winters," Antonio replied flirtatiously, handing her the receipt. "Have a great day." Antonio was quite the "Chatty Cathy" type while at work, always talking with the customers. Management liked him, customers liked him, and his co-workers liked him. Antonio was just naturally outgoing, talkative and effusive. All that, coupled with his handsome Italian-American looks and coloring made for one very sexy package. The Starbucks in the grocery store was unusually slow this time of the day and Antonio was glad. All the studying he'd been doing for school was starting to wear him down, and he was glad it was Friday because this was the only day of the week when he didn't have classes. He'd been up since 4:30 am to work the shift starting at 5:30 am, and he was already tired. He looked at the clock: it was only 7:30 am. Five hours to go before he was off for the whole weekend. He picked up the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. He was so deep in thought now that he didn't see the handsome man at the counter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding the paper and putting it on a shelf behind him and washing his hands. "Just looking for a place to live. What'll you have?" "Mmm...," the man said, looking at the menu. "How about a Caramel Macchiato?" "Great choice," Antonio said. "What size?" "Make it a Venti," the man said. "By the way, why are you looking for a place to live?" Antonio, ever the chatterbox, explained his current living situation to the man. He'd been living with his mom and her new husband ever since he got out of the Army and lately things were getting tense. His "step dad" was a real shit and Antonio didn't like him very much. Since he was taking a full load at the community college he could only work part time, which meant that he didn't have enough money for his own place. But he really wanted to get out, so every day he scoured the newspapers looking for cheap studios or people who were looking for roommates. Anything would be better than living under the same roof with that asshole. There was no one else in line so the man stayed and continued to chat. "You were in the Army?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," Antonio replied. "I know, I look younger." In fact, he looked 16 or 17. "Why the Army?" "I kinda had to go in," Antonio said. "Why's that?" the man asked, taking a drink. Antonio rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went on. "Well, I got into a little legal trouble after I graduated. Nothing too bad, but bad enough. Part of the plea arrangement was that I join the Army. I just got out six months ago, thank god, but I still gotta see my probation officer every week for the next two years. But it beats prison." The man nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. By the way, my name's Craig." He reached out and shook Antonio's hand. Antonio pointed to his nametag. "Antonio... but then I'm sure you probably already knew that." He smiled his big, infectious smile and Craig felt all warm inside. The kid was hot! He looked him up and down quickly. Antonio was about five foot eleven. There was a workout room in the condo complex where he lived that he used whenever he wasn't working or studying. As a result, he was toned in all the right places but not too muscled. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His pecs were well defined and he had a flat stomach with the beginnings of a six-pack. He had a round bubble butt and, from what Craig could see, a nice bulge in his pants. He had floppy, disheveled-looking hair that looked like he spent a lot of time on it to make it go that way, but which in reality, had a mind of its own and did whatever it wanted. Over the years he had learned to just go with it. All in all, Antonio was what you would call a pretty boy. "Have you thought about getting a second part time job?" Craig asked. Antonio sighed. "Yeah, but it's kinda tough, what with my school schedule and all, you know? I haven't been able to find anything that fits." "Well," Craig said, reaching into his wallet and handing Antonio a business card. "I manage this club and we could always use an extra waiter. It'd only be a couple nights a week and the tips are pretty good." Antonio took the card and looked at it. Craig Powers, Manager, the card read. The name of the club was The Fly and the "Y" in Fly was in the shape of an open zipper. "Is this a gay bar?" Antonio asked. "Yes," Craig replied. "Would that be a problem?" "Well I'm straight," Antonio said. "Wouldn't that be a problem? Or at least awkward?" Craig smiled. "Most of the guys who work for me are straight," he said, lying through his teeth. "In fact, most of them are students just making some extra cash. Like I said, the tips are good. Some of the guys make a couple hundred a night." Antonio looked at the card again. "I wouldn't have to do anything queer would I? I mean, I wouldn't have to... you know..." Craig laughed out loud. "No. There are no strings attached. Now I'm not saying that some of the guys don't, how should I say it, 'go the extra mile' for some of the regulars. But that's not a requirement. You'd be there strictly to serve drinks. Nothing else." Antonio looked at the card, then at Craig, and then back at the card. "I don't know, man," he said. "Hey," Craig said with a wave of his hand, "the job is yours if you want it. No pressure. If you're interested, the shift is from 9:00 pm till closing." Antonio put the card in his back pocket. "I'll think about it Craig," he said. "And by the way, the coffee's on me." Later that afternoon Antonio had a nasty argument with his step dad. He slammed the door to his room and stripped out of his uniform. He rarely wore underwear and his fat, eight-inch cock flopped around as he tossed his pants onto the bed and dug through his drawer for his jock strap. He figured he'd go to the work out room for a couple of hours. At least there he wouldn't have to put up with his step dad. He remembered his jock strap was in the wash and rummaged around until he found a pair of briefs. He found a new, unopened package and tore it open. He only wore briefs when he played sports or worked out and then only if his jock was dirty. He didn't like the feel of butt-huggers and would rather free-ball or wear boxers. He pulled a pair of shorts over the crisp white briefs and then his track pants. He made sure all the snaps were closed on either side before he put on his Duke t-shirt and shoes. The work out room was locked so instead of going back to the house, he got into his car and drove around. As he drove his mind kept going back to the conversation he'd had with Craig Powers that morning. Shit, a couple hundred bucks in tips a night! A couple weeks working there and he could get a place of his own fast. A nice place, too. But a gay bar? The thought turned him off. He knew people who were gay and all, but he didn't really hang out with any of them. But the money was tempting and he kept thinking about Craig's job offer. He was a little worried about getting felt up or something, but he kept pushing that thought away. Who the fuck cares! He wasn't gay. So some faggot copped a feel. Big deal! It hardly seemed an inconvenience for a couple hundred a night. He decided to give it a shot. At 8:30 pm that night Antonio walked through the front door of The Fly. The place looked upscale, but it was a total fag hangout! There were drag queens and dudes dressed in leather and all kinds of shit. Then Antonio saw the waiters. They were all dressed in tight 2xist boxer briefs (white, black, or grey), and equally tight, brightly colored lycra t-shirts that totally clung to their bodies and showed off their chests and nipples through the thin material. Plus, the shirts were short enough that the guys' bare stomachs showed. He also noticed that most of the waiters had bills of various denominations tucked into the waistbands of their underwear. Shit, Antonio said to himself, I can't do this. I can't parade around in my underwear in front of a bunch of queers. He was about to turn and leave when he saw Craig making his way across the room toward him. "Antonio!" He said smiling, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come by. What do you think?" Antonio swallowed nervously as he looked around the room. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm gonna take a pass. I don't think I'd be too comfortable walking around in my underwear." "Well, that's the uniform," Craig said. "I probably should've told you earlier. But I understand your position. Like I said this morning, it's your choice. We only want you here if you want to be here. Sorry it didn't work out." Antonio saw one of the waiters pulling bills from his waistband. Shit, there must be fifty bucks there! He could sure use that kind of money. He turned to Craig, who could almost see the dollar signs in Antonio's eyes. "What the hell," he said. "I'll do it." A huge smile spread across Craig's face and he patted Antonio on the back. "Way to go! Just follow me and I'll hook you up with an outfit and show you your section." Antonio followed Craig to the back office as Craig continued to explain the job. "It's pretty easy, really. You just take their drink order, the bartender makes them, and you serve the customer." "I saw some of the customers patting guys on the butts and stuff," Antonio said. "I'm not so sure about that." "Ah," Craig said, waving his hand again. "That's nothing. To be honest, the friendlier you are, the better the tips. All you have to do is smile and be nice. Just pretend you're working your other job." Antonio laughed. "That's easy for you to say. I don't work at Starbucks in my underwear." "Yeah, and I bet you don't get $20 tips, either," Craig countered. He could see the dollar signs flash in Antonio's eyes again and knew he had the naïve stud hooked. Antonio gulped. "Shit..." he murmured. "Sorry... I mean shoot. That's not too shabby." He was torn. On the one hand, he could really use the money, but on the other hand, he didn't want any fag touching his ass or anything. The money quickly won out. Craig opened a cabinet and flipped through several packages of t- shirts and underwear before settling on black boxer briefs and an ice-blue lycra t-shirt. He handed them to Antonio. "Here. I think these'll look good on you. You can change in the bathroom if you want." Antonio took the clothes and went out of the office and into the bathroom. He went into a large stall, noting the glory hole, and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He put on the boxer briefs. They were snug and totally highlighted his package. He put on the t- shirt and went to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a total fag. At that moment Craig walked in. "Dude," he said, looking Antonio up and down, "I have a feeling you're gonna make some nice tips tonight." "Really?" Antonio said, adjusting his big cock and balls. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard on. "Oh yeah," Craig said. "You look good enough to eat." Antonio blushed. "Where should I put my stuff?" Craig gestured toward a row of lockers against one of the walls. "Use number fourteen. Here's the key." The key was on a hot pink bracelet and Antonio slipped it around his wrist. "Time to start," Craig said, looking at his watch. They stepped into the bar and Craig pointed to a set of booths and tables near the bar. "That'll be your section. Tables one through twelve. They're all numbered so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Oh," he continued, pointing to another guy, "and this is Nathan. He just started last night. He'll be working this section with you." Antonio looked at the guy. Nathan was about Antonio's height but wasn't as toned, although he did have a great body. He was more cute than handsome, with brown hair and eyes and a big, Midwestern- looking smile. He looked the picture of innocence. His uniform was white boxer briefs and a bright yellow top. Just by looking at him Antonio was positive he was straight, too. Nathan reached out and shook Antonio's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, you too," Antonio replied. By now Craig had left and Antonio turned to Nathan. "So, you started last night?" Nathan nodded. "To be honest, this place wouldn't be my first choice. I work at another restaurant downtown but I'm only a back- waiter. I made more in tips here last night than I do in three days at the other place." "Really?" Antonio was intrigued. "Did you have to do anything, you know, queer?" he asked. Nathan shook his head. "No. Well, I got my ass pinched and patted a couple of times, but that's not bad, considering I walked out of here with $150.00 in tips." Antonio's jaw almost dropped. "Shit! That much? Fuck, I'll let these fags feel me up for $150.00 bucks!" Nathan and Antonio laughed, unaware that Craig was standing just a few feet away and had overheard everything they said. An hour later Antonio was on his way to drop off a drink order when he saw Craig. "Hey Craig," he said. "Have you seen Nathan? Is he on a break or something? He's been gone awhile." "Nathan went home sick a little while ago," Craig explained. "I think he has the stomach flu or something. He wasn't looking too good so I sent him home." Antonio had no idea that at this very moment a drugged-up Nathan was bent over a table in Craig's office getting his ass and mouth fucked. In fact, Craig had just come from plowing the poor kid's virgin ass. Earlier Nathan had gone to use the restroom. As he was leaving, a cloth soaked in chloroform had been clamped over his face. He had resisted but someone grabbed his arm and he felt the prick of a needle. Then everything began to get hazy and swirly. He was half-carried, half-dragged to Craig's office where he was now being raped. Antonio went about with his work for the next couple of hours, completely unaware of the stares he was getting from the guys at one of his tables. They had come in together about an hour ago. As he walked over to check on their drinks one of them said to him, "Why don't you join us?" "Oh, I don't think I can," Antonio said. "I'm not sure I'm allowed. This is my first night." "Sure you can join them," Craig said, as he just happened to walk by. "Jimmy'll cover for you," he said, pointing to the waiter who had taken over for the absent Nathan. He whispered into Antonio's ear, "if you play your cards right, you can make some extra cash here." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked at the guys at the table. "I guess I can sit down for a few minutes," he said. The guys introduced themselves. There was Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce. Apparently they were regulars. They were expensively dressed in designer clothes. Antonio could tell they were wearing Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Kenneth Cole and Hugo Boss clothing. Apparently these guys were well off. He just might make some good tips if he were extra nice to these guys. "So, Antonio," Todd said. "What'll you have?" "Uh... just a beer. I probably shouldn't have anything too strong, since I still have a few hours on my shift." He stood up to get his beer but Todd put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "I'll get it," he offered. "Relax a bit." Antonio began talking to Steven, Mike and Bruce while Todd went to get his beer. Todd returned a couple minutes later. He had ordered Antonio an MGD in a frosted mug and the guys watched as Antonio took a long draw on it, savoring the taste as it went down. He had no idea that Todd had slipped a mild but fast-acting sedative into the beer. He also had no idea that these were the same guys who had been in the back fucking poor Nathan silly just an hour earlier. After a few minutes of talking, Antonio stood up. "Thanks for the drink guys, but I'd better get back to work." He words sounded slurred and he looked a little unsteady on his feet. "You okay, Antonio?" Todd asked, concerned. "Yeah," Antonio said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "It just feels warm in here all of a sudden." "Hmm... maybe you're coming down with something," Todd replied. He stood up and put his arm around Antonio's shoulder, gently massaging it. "How about we get a little air out back?" he said, steering Antonio toward the back exit. He looked at the guys at the table. "You guys gonna give me a hand?" They all got up. As Todd led the increasingly unsteady Antonio through the bar, they came across Craig. "What's going on?" he asked. "Not feeling good..." Antonio tried to say but he was having a hard time getting the words out. For some reason his mind seemed foggy. Todd winked at Craig. "We were gonna take him out back to get some air." "Oh, I think Antonio would be much more comfortable in my office, wouldn't you?" Craig said. He took a quick look around as he pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He took Antonio's arm and injected the drugs into him. "What was that..." Antonio started to say, but found he couldn't continue. He found it hard to focus, let alone speak, and the room began to spin. It looked like the guys' faces were melting. They took Antonio into Craig's office and locked the door behind them. Craig turned on the stereo to drown out some of the sound. He motioned to a small table in the corner. It was about eighteen inches high and had hooks on either side. They bent Antonio over the table, tying his hands and feet down. Antonio's head was buzzing. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind kept drifting in and out of a haze. Craig shoved something into his mouth and told him to swallow. Everything seemed cool. He had no idea it was viagra. Next Todd took a pen-knife and sliced off Antonio's clothes. The dazed stud just looked at Todd with a blank expression on his face. "What're you doing?" he managed to slur. "Getting ready to fuck you," Todd answered. The guys all laughed. Antonio saw a bright flash and then another. He had no idea pictures were being taken. Antonio cocked his head to one side and looked at Todd. Then he looked at Craig and the others. No one was smiling. He started to laugh. "You're gonna fuck me?" "Yup, just like we fucked your buddy Nathan." The smile disappeared from his face and he struggled furtively, but to no avail. Whatever was in the syringe had really done a number on him. He felt a slicked-up finger run up and down his ass crack and work its way up his virgin chute. The finger began to move around slowly in an ever- widening circle. "Oh..." Antonio moaned, his face twisted in a grimace. "Please stop!" But instead of stopping, a hand grabbed his cock and start to jerk it. Another hand slapped at his balls and yet another hand began flicking his rubbery nipples. All the sudden sensations were too much and Antonio's moans turned to moans of pleasure. Craig smiled at this. He lowered his slack and boxers and was lubing up his cock. Bruce pulled his finger out of Antonio's ass and Craig thrust his fat cock in. Antonio opened his mouth to cry out in pain but Todd shoved his waiting cock into it, muffling Antonio's cries. "That's it, pussy boy!" Craig yelled, as he thrust his hips back and forth, raping Antonio's virgin ass. Antonio was in agony. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and he could hardly breathe with Todd's big cock in his mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. He could feel pre-cum sliding down his throat. It tasted salty and he wanted to gag. All of a sudden Todd's body shuddered and Antonio's mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of his mouth and down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. Todd pulled out. Antonio was just catching his breath when Mike moved in and shoved his dick into his mouth. Antonio was just catching his breath when Bruce opened two small bottles of poppers and put them to his nostrils. "Here, bitch," he said, "sniff these." Antonio had never sniffed poppers before, but he had no choice. He needed to breathe. He held his breath as long as possible, but finally gave out. He sniffed the aroma and he felt lightheaded almost immediately. "Uhhhnnn..." was the only sound that could escape from his cock- filled mouth. "Oh yeah," Mike said, grabbing Antonio by the back of his head and pumping away at his pretty face. "Nothing like a drugged up pussy slut all high on poppers." Craig laughed as he continued to slam his cock up Antonio's ass. "Whattaya think guys? Is Antonio here better than Nathan?" The guys laughed with him. They all had their pants and underwear down and were stroking their cocks, waiting their turn with poor Antonio. Antonio couldn't move. He tried to turn and twist his hunky body, but there were hands holding him still. He could feel Craig's dick violating his ass and then, all of a sudden, he felt a rush of warmth up his insides. The faggot was cumming inside of him! What the fuck! Before he could even process it, Bruce pulled his cock out of his mouth and, giving it a couple of jerks, shot load after load of cum all over Antonio's face. It got in his eyes, up his nose, in his hair and in his open mouth. He didn't even have time to react because Mike's cock immediately took its place. More poppers were shoved under his nose and he became buzzed all over again. Another cock (or was it a dildo?) was sliding in and out of his ass, but Antonio was so gone, flying so high, that it just didn't seem to matter. For the next hour and a half all the guys from the table, Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce, as well as Craig, fucked Antonio. They shot their loads up his ass, down his throat, and all over his hunky body. In no time at all, Antonio went from being a pretty boy ladies man to a fucked-out cum dump. When they were finished they pulled Antonio to his feet. He was still unsteady and could hardly stand. There was drying cum in his hair and on his face. Craig retrieved his street clothes from his locker and tossed them to him. "Get dressed," was all he said. Antonio's dick and ass hurt and he felt like crying as he pulled his underwear up over his raped ass and dick. The guys all snickered at his tightie whities. Before he could get the rest of his clothes on, though, he was pushed out a door and into the back alley. His clothes and money were thrown out with him. "It's time for you to go, boy," Craig said. "By the way, you're fired, but thanks for the fuck." He slammed the door. And with that poor Antonio, naked except for his white briefs, was left alone in the alley. He hunted for his clothes, not noticing the police car parked only steps away. He was just reaching for his shorts when a bright light flashed on him. He dropped the shorts and grabbed his track pants instead, stumbling badly as he tried to pull them on. Two officers stepped out of the back seat of the squad car. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them asked, as Antonio pulled the track pants up over his bulging crotch. Even with the sweat pants on, you could still notice the tent his viagra- induced erection made. "I think the kid's got something down his shorts," he said to his partner. "Do you have any ID?" his partner asked. "Yes, officer," Antonio said. His voice was still thick and slurred. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved his wallet. He handed it to the cops. "Have you been drinking tonight young man?" one of the officers asked as his partner took Antonio's drivers license back to the squad car to run a check. Antonio shook his head. "No... just one beer, sir." He was still all wobbly. The officer took Antonio by the shoulder and helped him walk over to the car. "One beer, my ass. I want you to put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to do a pat down." "But I didn't do anything," Antonio protested. "Just do what I said, punk," the officer said, his voice sounding rougher now. Antonio assumed the position and the cop began to frisk him. But it was more of a feeling-up than a pat down. The officer let his hands slide slowly over Antonio's chest and the semi-dazed stud was sure that he felt a slight tweak on his nipple. Then the officer's hands roamed over his ass and up and down the insides of his legs. A hand reached around and cupped his balls, giving them a noticeable squeeze. Antonio knew better than to say anything. "Feels like you're packing something in here," the cop said as his partner got out of the car, holding Antonio's ID. "Looks like we've got a possible probation violation here," he said, looking at his partner and the fucked up young man. "Why's that?" his partner asked. "According to computer, this young man isn't supposed to be in public drinking." "But I wasn't," Antonio tried to explain. The cops looked at each other and then back at Antonio. "Well," one of them said, "if you cooperate with us, we'll just forget we saw anything." Antonio had a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming. "What do I have to do?" he asked, resigned. "Not much," one of the cops said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Antonio's track pants. With one quick pull he ripped them completely off Antonio's body, leaving the young stud in nothing but his bulging briefs. He reached out and grabbed Antonio's dick through his briefs. "Not much at all." "Oh no, guys," Antonio whined. The other cop had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His cock was hard and dripping. He put his hand on Antonio's head and pushed the young man to his knees. "Suck it bitch," he said, forcing his cock into Antonio's mouth. "Take it all down." As Antonio gagged on the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes caught a glimpse into the back seat of the cops' car. There was Nathan, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over. It looked like he was only half-conscious. It also looked like he was naked. Apparently the cops had been lying in wait, almost as if they had been tipped off, and had been working on Nathan for some time now. But Antonio didn't have time to ponder any of that. He was too busy being face-fucked by one cop while being finger-fucked by the other. If he'd looked into his wallet, he would've found that all the tips he'd made that night had somehow disappeared.

Speaking as an alpha top with a thick 10” cock, it is really satisfying to find a bottom who can just take a pounding. I want the bottom to enjoy my big dick and hear him moan. If you’re a bottom who’s unsure he can take a huge cock, don’t bother connecting with the top. It becomes frustrating and we won’t want to see you again. Loosen up that pussy first.

That's true for groveling, submissive, no-self-esteem bottoms, sure. It's not true for all bottoms and there's no rule designating "proper" bottoms as the ones who'll take anything no matter what.

I think your post illustrates how everyone’s journey through this has been very personal and different. I was furloughed on full pay for four months. The weather was great and I have a huge garden. I set about an exercise regime and started writing things that my paid writing job didn’t ever allow time for. By the end of the summer, everyone commented that I was looking more relaxed, fitter and tanned than they’d ever seen me. I certainly felt happier. After World War II, some people were considered to have had “a good war”. I think some of us in the coming months and years will be thought to have had a good pandemic. I know this hasn’t been the case for everyone, perhaps the majority. I am very, very fortunate that none of my loved ones or myself caught the damned thing. God knows, I’m not a COVID denier, especially having survived a really nasty bout of Swine Flu back when that was a thing. But having spent 30 years working in the media in various roles, I also didn’t allow myself to be terrified by whipped up hysteria from newspapers and TV stations trying to generate clicks for their websites. Nothing sells papers or TV shows like grief porn - that’s the basic tenet of journalism. It’s cynical of them, but they’re in the business of making money. Such is my laid back attitude to life that I have been very relaxed, even gung ho, about the pandemic (you know this to be true, Andy). Possibly too much. But there it is. However, there’s a marvellous saying that I’ve always lived my life by: “I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I’ll use my time.” It’s certainly how I’ve got through the past 12 months.

Poz, no meds.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Indeed - if he's top - but the reality of fucking a butt that's been sitting in a Prius for 12 hours ain't pretty. If he douches first then maybe...

My dad, and sons and I regularly fuck....I love every moment..

ERRANDS AND CUMLOADS Earlier today I was at work and had some errands to run. Grindr was up and running. I really didn't think anything would materialize due to Toronto (and the whole province here) being in lockdown, with COVID variants running wild. I already had my first Pfizer jab last week. My two younger fkbds have gone silent. I was picking up one toner cartridge for my computer (the rest are arriving by Amazon) from a computer store in the Greater Toronto Area. You pay for it ahead of time and it's curb-side pickup. When I got back to my car, I received a ping on Grindr from a local daddy lover. I told him I had little time, so we agreed on a quickie. Bareback too. Being a very horny vers daddy I said YES! He gave me his address -- about 5 mins by car from the computer store. He sent me some pics of him naked on Grindr. YUM, I thought! In person, he's about 5'11" (I'm 5'8"), thin, cut thick-ish cock, with moderate body hair, South Asian background. Clothes came off fast. We kissed and felt each other up. It didn't take long to get hard for both of us. He told me that he's 50-50 about having sex with daddies (I'm 56, and he's 27!). He also told me that he really appreciates daddies more for sex, because daddies know what they want and get to sex there-and-then. Men his age frustrate him because they do not know how to have sex - his words! True to form, I must admit that I do get sexually attracted to younger Latinos, Medit. men, South Asians. His almost 7" cock got hard and thicker in my mouth. He shoved it in as far as it could go. A few back-and-forths and my throat was coated with a hot, huge load of boicum. He kissed me with some of his cum in my mouth. So HOT! I jerked my hard cock and within 2 mins he lapped up my 5-day load in his mouth. He kissed me again. We got cleaned up and exchanged numbers. I'm sure I'll be seeing him again for bb fun. WOW - who would have thought that I could have a quickie during a work day!! So much fun! Repeats, please!

Negative, not on PrEP, but think I would be if it were easier to get.

Greg came back to the other end of the sofa with a sexy little fur ball in tow. Adam knelt on the floor in front of me, nuzzling my cock, while I leaned over to Greg who was making out with this really short little guy acovered in blonde chest and leg hair. He had a thick, blonde beard and a beautiful ass. Fuck. Little short blonde fireplugs. My absolute favorite. But I could see what Greg was most attracted to, an absurdly long, fat dick that looked even more massive because he was such a small guy. He couldn’t be more than 5’3” but he had big hairy pecs and the 11” dong of death, really thick, with a nice foreskin. My cock is pretty fat but his was amazing. I was sure Greg was in love. Greg took a break from making out with the little muscle pig and looked over to me. “Hey Mike, this is…um….what did you say your name was?” The little dude laughed and said “I didn’t. You just started sucking my dick over there. I’m Joey.” Greg laughed as well and I reached over to give Joey a nice sloppy kiss. “Pleased to meet ya, Joey. I’m Mike. This one is Greg, but you can call him whore or cumdump. He answers to those. And the whore on the floor sucking my cock is Adam. But just call him faggot. He loves that.” We all laughed and Greg grabbed his pipe and loaded it up with more T. We began passing the pipe around and shotgunning hits to each other until all four of us were spun. Adam looked up at me and said “Daddy will you fuck my pussy? All this T made it hungry again.” He gave me that puppy dog look and smiled really big. I laughed and said “Of course, faggot. Get up here, boy.” Greg said “my turn too!” So I handed the pipe to Adam and told him to give Greg more shotguns. Might as well get these faggots well and truly fucked and fucked up. They knelt on the sofa with their cunts in the air, one furry, one smooth, both slick with jizz from some other stranger in the room. Who knew which one? Who cared? They were both hungry and we both had big fat uncut cocks to appease some of that hunger. Adam turned back to look at me and I could tell his pussy was desperate for my cock. I was not going to give it to him without him begging. “Come on faggot. You want my cock? You know what you have to do, don’t you?” I waved my fat cock around, occasionally slapping his ass cheek with it. “Yes, Daddy! Please fuck my pussy. It’s already lubed up with other daddy cum so it should slide right in for you. Please fuck me! It’s so hungry!” “You filthy little whore. Yeah, I can fucking see there are loads already dripping out of your furry little hole. How many men fucked you already tonight, baby boy?” I teased his hole with the end of my cock, soliciting a long moan from the boy. “I don’t know daddy. I got high and lost count. At least 12. Not all of them loaded me up unfortunately.” I slapped his ass hard with my hand, eliciting a yelp from him and another moan as he felt my cock head brush against his hole. He tried to push back on my dick, but I held him firm. “What did I tell you about taking men’s cocks in your pussy, faggot? HUH?” He was confused for a minute and said “I’m sorry Daddy! I won’t let men fuck me again! Please don’t be mad at me!” “Dirty faggot. That’s not why I’m mad at you, I”m mad because if 12 men fucked your pussy, you should have 12 loads inside you. Does Daddy need to teach you how to work your pussy to milk out a man’s load, baby boy?” I slapped his ass again and said “your brother Greg always gets the load, don’t you, son?” Joey’s cock was already slowly sawing in and out of Greg’s big smooth ass. Greg moaned some more and said “yes, Daddy! I got 11 loads in my pussy! Every man that fucked me bred me. I really want one of them to knock me up!” “That’s my boy. See Adam? Stick with Greg, he’ll make sure your hairy cunt is dripping loads all the time. Bet you Joey and I both have at least two loads for each of you, right bro?” Joey laughed and said “fuck yeah, pig. These pussies are amazing. Love fucking a sloppy cumdump that’s dripping cum from half the men in the room. Pretty soon we’ll be able to use these faggots lubed up with each other’s loads. So fucking hot.” Joey leaned over to pull my head to his sexy, bearded face and gave me a huge kiss. He leaned down and took the pipe from Greg and passed me another shotgun. Like I needed to get more high. But I was on fire with lust so I didn’t hesitate to smoke some more. He looked at me and smiled and said “maybe I can get inside Daddy’s cunt tonight.” I passed the smoke back to him and said “Daddy’s as much of a whore as these faggots. But only if I get yours.” I reached behind and felt Joey’s firm ass, which was also covered in thick, blonde hair. I slipped a finger inside his hole and could feel that someone had already been there, he had at least two loads of sperm already. These boys weren’t messing around, they came to play. I pushed my finger inside Joey and then pulled it out of his hole. It was covered in spunk, so I put it in his mouth and at the same time leaned over for a kiss, so we were licking some stranger’s load out of his ass off my finger. He moaned and momentarily stopped fucking Greg. I pulled away with a huge grin on my face and he laughed and started plowing his cunt again. The cunt moaned in appreciation and mumbled something incoherent about being raped like a whore. I reached down and guided my cock to Adam’s sloppy, leaking pussy and immediately slid my entire fat cock inside his hole in one shove. As soon as the head of my cock entered his hole, he pushed back as hard as he could, groaned loudly and I slapped his ass again. “Remember, next time, faggot. Get. Every. Man’s. Load! I slapped him hard with each final word so the boy would remember. Adam squealed and moaned and said “Yes, Daddy! I promise. Every load from now on!” My cock was buried inside Adam’s hole and I shoved it in another millimeter, sopped moving and felt his cunt throbbing around my dick. So fucking tight, especially considering that the boy had been fucked by so many men tonight. I alternated between jackhammering Adam’s pussy and slowing down so I could reach down and kiss his furry back. After about 20 minutes I could feel the load building up in my nuts. I needed to breed. I needed to shoot my wad in his cunt. The entire time I was fucking him, he was babbling, mostly incoherently, talking about daddy cum and being a good little fag whore. I slapped his ass cheek hard and he squealed loudly, startled. “You want my load, baby boy? Have you been a good little faggot?” “Oh FUCK YES, Daddy! Please give your boy a load! I want to have your babies inside my pussy, Daddy! I need it! I need your sperm!” I kept pounding Adam as hard as I could, and Joey was doing the same to Greg, causing both little fag dumps to moan incoherently with a stream of nasty pig talk. Begging to be raped, begging for cum, begging for piss. I had a feeling they were both going to get all those things and more before the night was over. Finally, about ready to pop my load, I pulled out. Adam swung his head around and yelped as the fat cock pulled out of his cunt. It took him a minute to focus because he was basically living through his hole at that point. I slapped him across the face. “Focus, pig.” He yelped again and said “Yes, Sir! Please breed my cunt, Sir!” “That’s what I wanna hear. I’m not sure you’re ready for this load, are you boy?” He started to moan again and said “Please Daddy! I need your load in my cunt. I’ve gotta have more sperm inside me. Please!” I laughed and slapped him across the face again. He moaned loudly again. “Dirty little fucking fag whore. I started teasing his cunt with my cock again, sticking the head in as I folded his small body in half so I was heavily on top of him.” “Please Daddy. Breed me! Please!” I finally decided I wanted to unload, so I roared and slammed my cock back into his cunt as hard as I could, which actually moved the sofa we were fucking on. It was so loud that all the guys in the room turned to look at us and a couple more stood around the couch, stroking their fat cocks waiting their turn with the faggots. Adam reached up and pinched my tits hard just as I was shooting my load. It had to be at least 7 or 8 volleys of cum, all deep inside his pussy. “Thank you Daddy! Thank you for breeding my sloppy cumdump! Don’t ever take your cock out of my pussy!” I continued pounding his hole until I couldn’t take it anymore, while Joey was moaning loudly and unloading inside his faggot. I pushed the two of them together so Adam and Greg were passionately making out while they were both being inseminated. I finally caught my breath and slowly pulled my cock out of Adam’s hole. A tall, lean, hairy otter type was waiting his turn. “Can I fuck the fag now?” I laughed and knew Adam would love it. He had a long thin cock, with a nice hood of foreskin. I stood up and said “Of course. That’s what his pussy is for. Just one rule.” “What’s that?,” he said. “Gotta dump your load all the way inside the faggot. None of that shooting on the asscheek bullshit. In the cunt and only in the cunt.” He laughed and said “why the fuck would I come on his asscheek? Gotta breed, bro. Gotta breed this faggot.” The otter guy sank his cock all the way in Adam’s cumdump in one push. It wasn’t even midnight and I could tell it was going to be a long, fun night.

Spent a couple of hours at one of the local bookstores; it was mostly quiet, especially for a weekend, and most of the interested guys were only looking for a quick blowjob. Not that there's anything wrong with blowjobs, but that wasn't what I was looking for; I wanted a load being shot inside me. Enter this young-ish (early 20s?) black guy. Cute, and seemed vaguely familiar - I couldn't figure out if I'd hooked up with him before. We made eye contact and started chatting; he thought I looked familiar as well, but we determined we hadn't hooked up before. Finally it clicked, and we recognized each other from work - myself in management, and him as a trainee, we had briefly crossed paths. He had since moved on to another company, but he remembered me. With that mystery out of the way, he pulled out his dick - even soft, it was probably about 6", and he gave me a little cocky smile and said "Well? Suck it, boss." So I did, with gusto. With some oral attention, he hardened up to a very nice size (at my best guesstimate, 8 1/2?) I was disappointed when he fished a condom out of his pocket and told me to stand up and turn around. Well... much as I wanted the load shot inside, I'm not one to turn down a good fuck regardless. He slipped the condom on and, with a fair amount of spit, was able to work his dick up into me, all the way to the base. He fucked me in the booth for a good 5 minutes, when his phone rang. "Fuck, I gotta take this." Must have been important, it sounded like the kind of ringtone you set for set for a "must-take" call. He paused in his thrusting and answered the phone. With his still-hard cock up my hole, I only heard his part of the conversation, which basically amounted to "something which needs handled right this minute." He pulled out, took he condom off, and tossed it into the corner. "Sorry boss, I got to go handle this. How long you gonna be here? I'll try and come back after." I wasn't sure how long I'd be sticking around, but I told him I'd chill here for another hour or so before heading out. He took off to go deal with whatever emergency had come up. I stuck around and sucked another couple of guys off. An hour passed, then another half, and I got ready to take off. I was just about to walk out of the booth area when the door opened and the black dude walked back in. He put a hand on my chest and gently - but insistently - pushed me back against the wall. "Where you going? I still ain't nutted." He turned me around right there, outside of any booths and just a few feet from the swinging door that led into the arcade area, pressing me up against the wall. I could hear his belt unbuckle, his zipper, and the rustle of his pants as he slid them down. There was a brief moment of cool as he smeared some lube on my hole, and I felt his cock push back up into me. No condom this time - you can absolutely feel the difference - and he started fucking me in earnest. A couple of guys looked out of their own booths to watch as this dude had me pinned to the wall and used my ass for his own pleasure. He fucked me like that for maybe 5 minutes, before whispering in my ear "I'm gonna nut up in you, boss man." He bit my shoulder and I could feel his cock pulse as he started pumping his load inside. It took maybe 10 seconds for him to drain his nuts, and I felt every pump. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "Damn shame we don't work together anymore." I heard him pull his pants up, fasten his belt, and a few moments later he was gone. Totally worth the wait, though.

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.

I'm a loser right and I've love to hang around with cocky alpha males. I was on a night out with Jake, slim, twinky, shredded body with amazing abs and blonde hair. We're both 24. We were at the club when he spied this beefy muscular bear. I know how it goes - this is the point where I get dropped. The bear came over and was like "I'm Darren, want a drink". They danced for a bit and I sat at the bar and had a few drinks - as ever noone noticed me. Maybe it is because I am super skinny. At the end of the night Jake came over, I was surprised as normally when he pulls he just leaves . He said "Darren thinks I could cuck you, make you watch as we fuck - up for it". I knew it wouldn't help my self esteem but it made my dick hard and I was drunk so said "yeh, sounds hot". We got a taxi back to Darren's and Jake sucked him off for a bit. Eventually Darren said "time to breed you with my toxic cock". At this point I noticed his rock hard cock was like a beer can - so long and thick. My cock got rock solid but Jake was not as keen. "Hold off - your toxic - you never mentioned that". Darren said "you never asked and besides most twinks like you don't care". Jake replied "well I'm not most twinks - I am staying clean and I ALWAYS use condoms". Darren said "well one of you is taking me raw tonight and I don't care which but Jake - you wanted fucked and you're gonna get it - anyway you're cock is solid, you want it". Darren handed us both poppers each and we sniffed greedily. "Tell me you don't want fucked". Jake was silent. Darren turned to me and said "you've always wanted Jake". I nodded my head. "How bad". I said I'd do anything. At this Darren threw me a condom and I put it on confused. He turned to Jake saying "how about we let this sub lad be your human condom - I wanna wreck him"....

Part 1 I knew as soon as I felt his load, the first load I had ever take, being unloaded deep inside my gut that I needed more and that my days as a total top were over. I had come to the baths, an arrogant twenty for year old, with a well built body for which I had worked hard, short cropped dark brown hair, a rather pail completion that contrasted sharply with my dark body hair and the attitude of a no-nonsense seasoned breeder. By no means was this was not my first trip to the baths. I frequently donned a skimpy towel and went in quest of a bottom to pound when the urge to empty by balls in a slut’s hole overwhelmed me. Ever sense I had come out when I was fourteen told me I was a top, and that it was my duty to dump my load into every boy with whom I played, from my first boyfriend till that night. It probably helped that I loved to see my thick seven and a half inch member disappear inside a boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to my shaft. That night began like any of my other trips to the baths. I purchased a locker, stripped off, slung a towel around my trim waist making sure it was low enough to show off my ample pubes and then, with my key around my wrist, headed off in search of a bottom to breed. I made my way to the sling room, the easiest place to find an open hole searching for some cock, my cock stiffening as I walked listening to the groans of men all around me and breathing in the smell of sex that lingered in the air. The sling room was dimly lit, just well enough to make out where guys were but not well enough to really make out distinct faces. I dropped my towel off in a corner by the door and proceeded, my erect cock standing out in front of me, naked through the room. Multiple slings hung from the ceiling, and were arranged in a circle so that the bottom’s asses all faced out towards the walls and the bottoms could watch themselves being bred in the mirrored ceiling. After cruising past several of the bottoms I alighted upon a blonde boy about my age with his legs in the air and the slightly vacuous expression of someone who had just been fucked more then he thought possible. I walked up between his legs and started rubbing my cock head against his well fucked, dripping hole. “How many loads you have in your hole, guy?” I asked. “I lost count,” the blonde replied vaguely, suggesting "but add yours to the mix. Give me you cock man. I need you inside of me.” I didn’t need any more encouragement then that. I pressed my cock against his hole and easily slid inside. This boy was so loose and full of cum that I didn’t bother starting out slow letting him get used to my cock, but rather started pounding him as hard as I could grabbing hold of the chains that suspended the sling from the ceiling to pull him back and pound him harder. With each deep penetrating thrust the blonde let out a little whimper and would occasionally continue begging me for my load and my cock. Sweat began to run down my back as I hammered away. Just then I felt a presence behind me and then promptly two hands appeared on my hips guiding me how to plow the boy. Then a man pressed his body against my back, and leaning around me, looked at the bottom and asked “How ya doing kid? Feelin' good?” “Hell yeah,” was the bottom’s response.

This is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in anyway. This story is also a continuation of Shawn's New Contract which you can read here: Part 1: Christian's Freedom Wow! Christian thought. An opportunity to get fucked by Shawn Mendes?! Hell yeah I'm taking this! Christian was a 20-year old college student with very mediocre grades. He went to an elite private school, but only because his family was rich. Instead of studying, Christian spent hours and hours in the gym every single day, perfecting his body. He got looks everywhere he went. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of him? He's 6'1", blonde hair, blue-eyes, 8 inch cock, nice firm bubble butt, washboard abs, massive pecs, and respectfully large biceps. Everyone wanted him, girls, boys, old men, old women. He loved the attention. He even thought about making an account on some websites to sell vids. Christian had seen those videos of Shawn recently, but he doubted those were real. He immediately signed the paperwork and was so excited to have everyone watch him get fucked senseless. Fast forward: Christian was being escorted out of the playroom and into the tattoo parlor across the hall where a large biohazard symbol was tattooed to his chest. Fuck. He thought. This was all actually real. "Come by my office when you are done here," John said. Christian wondered what would be happening during this meeting. He walked into John's office and sat in the chair opposite his desk, still naked, tattoo burning. "So you saw what happened in there?" John asked. "Yes. But, I didn't think any of it was real." Christian was terrified. John laughed. "What an idiot. First, you didn't read what you were signing. How could those videos be fake?" "I...I don't know, sir." "Well let's stop right there. In your contract you signed your body away to me. I own you. Just like I owned Shawn. Would you like to see what happened to him?" Christian swallowed. "Y...yes." "Good boy. Follow me." John led Christian down to the basement. Christian opened the door and what Christian saw was terrifying. Shawn's lifeless body was strapped to a chair with multiple IV's pumping blood out of him and into small syringes. His skin was so pale. "This is our new harvesting factory, overseen by my brother Joshua. As we already mentioned, we believe Shawn had the most toxic DNA in the world. But soon, that will be you." John smirked. Christian's heart sank. This is where he would end up. "Come, let's get you to bed. The sooner Shawn's DNA takes you over, the sooner we can get you looking prim and proper." John patted Christian's shoulder and brought him back upstairs. Christian laid in bed and opened up his phone. Ever since he saw Shawn in thay chair his cock had been straining in the cage he was put in and he was ashamed of that. He immediately went to his university's student portal and dropped out of school, then sent a few texts and cut ties with his family. This is it, he thought. Over the next week he was only allowed to walk around naked and was allowed very little to do other than exercise. But then, one morning, he woke up extremely sick. So sick he could barely leave his bed. John brought him to the doctor where it was revealed he was POZ. The doctor shook his head, all these boys Shawn hangs out with, he thought. When Christian and John arrived home, the video of Christian being converted was posted online. "Come, let's get you ready for tonight," John said. Christian followed John into a room he had never seen where, low and behold, right in front of him was a solid black suit, just like the one Shawn had worn. "Black, the color of death..." To be continued...

I love comparing these kind of notes 😈 Public toilets - too many times to list. Public parks - ditto In a Pub toilet Next to the Pub in the car park. Alley way behind shopping centre. Service yard of an industrial estate Bent over the bonnet of my car parked in a layby just as rush hour was starting. In the back of a taxi parked next to the pavilion entrance for Bristol zoo. (It was the taxi driver) In an underpass under the local ringroad, it was at night so not quite so exposed. In a churchyard On a golf course. In the dunes on the beach. Under the pier. Motorway service station toilets and car park. Backstage at a certain music festival that rhymes with asstonbury 😉 At the gym. In the gym sauna. In the showers at the swimming pool. Fuck now I start listing these I think I might really be a slut! 😱

This is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in any way. Part 6: The First Wave "Alright you three, listen up. After you took care of Hank, we had to place his body in our new deep freezer," Joshua said. "We released the video online and have received thousands of applications to be a new model. We've selected a few hot ones and Shawn, your first one is coming later today. His name is Mitchell, he's 22, college senior, frat president. Christian, your first is named Skylar, he's 21, college junior at a small Christian college. Both of them are athletes as well and have extremely toned bodies. Skylar only asked for a fuck, but to filmed, but we'll hide some cameras without his knowledge. Mitchell wanted to be masked and we agreed, but he won't wear one because, well, he agreed to this. And Dr. Lewis, sorry you won't get to be filmed today. We're sending you to the local clinic where we intercepted an incoming patient's call about PrEP. His name is Blake, he is 19, and a college lacrosse player. Word around town is he's quite a prick on hook-up apps. You will slam him with a vile of blood that you can find downstairs. And since you will be in a professional environment, we can't have you showing off your tattoo, so throw a tie on today." Dr. Lewis gently pouted, he loved showing off his chest. "Oh, and one more thing. Despite all the poz talk and nastiness in y'alls videos that have already been released, none of these applicants actually realize or understand what is going to happen to them. Does everyone understand?" "Yes, sir!" They all said. "Alright, well let's suit up and get a move on!" - Shawn headed downstairs once he heard the doorbell ring. He opened up the door to find a beautiful young man standing directly in front of him. His muscles were glistening with just the right amount of sweat, he had a douche bag half smile on his face. "Mitchell?" Shawn asked. "Yeah! Hey Shawn! Damn it's really you. Fuck you look...amazing, bro!" "Thanks, you're looking pretty hot yourself. Come on in." Shawn invited him in. "Why don't we go ahead and head up to my room?" "Sure, why not?" Shawn led him upstairs. "So what made you want to be a movie star?" Shawn smiled and asked. "Well. I didn't. But if it was my chance to get in bed with YOU, well, I had to take it. And I should be allowed to cover my face so I'm good." Shawn smiled and got closer to Mitchell. "Well, now that I know you're willing. I guess you should know that there are cameras in ever corner of this room recording our interaction. Are you ok with that? And no masks. Your contract didn't require one." Mitchell swallowed, "I guess I don't have a choice." "Very good. Shut the door." Mitchell did as he was told. Once the door was shut, Mitchell, and the cameras, heard the door lock from the outside. Shawn began to back Mitchell into a corner. "Get naked." Mitchell did as he was told. Once his back hit a dresser in the corner, he felt some papers move around under him. He lifted them up and quickly glanced at them, he was horrified at what he saw, positive for every STD under the sun...with extremely high numbers. "No backing out now," Shawn said with a smile on his face. Cold sores and lesions and other rashes visible all over the skin that was visible. "What the-" Mitchell said as he tried to make for the door. Shawn immediately got in his way. "You agreed. It's time," he said. Mitchell blinked and the nasty things he saw on Shawn's body were gone. Was it his imagination? Fuck! He looked gross but he also looked...hot. "Turn around." Mitchell slowly turned around, closed his eyes and swallowed. "I didn't want PrEP because that's for sluts," Mitchell whispered. "Fuck." Before he knew it, Shawn's raw, dry cock was shoved all the way into Mitchell's hole. - Christian heard the doorbell ring and ran downstairs to find Skylar waiting outside, looking like an extra presentable young man. He has dirty blonde hair slicked back with a good paste, some thoroughly toned muscles, and was dressed in a nice blue shirt, slim grey slacks, and a loosened dark blue knitted tie. Christian adjusted his shirt so his tattoo was slightly more visible. "Skylar?" "Hey! What's up, man?" "My cock. You ready?" Skylar swallowed. "I'm... I'm a virgin." "All the better, come to room." Christian led Skylar up to his room. Before he knew what was happening, he was shoved against a wall and spit on. "Turn around." Christian demanded. Skylar turned around to face the wall and felt his trouser get split right on the seam. "So you're a Christian, huh?" "Y...yes," Skylar said nervously. "Mmmmm, you know God punishes Sodomites, right?" Skylar swallowed, "Yes, I believe that." "So you're going to hell for this, right?" Skylar took a breath. "Yes," and he quickly tried to leave but Christian pushed him against the wall harder. "Well, time to meet your maker in Hell," Christian said right as his cock was shoved inside Skylar. A tear dripped down Skylar's face once he realized what was happening. - "Blake?" Dr. Lewis asked as he approached the new patient in the waiting room. "That's me!" "Why don't you follow me back to an examination room so I can ask a few questions." "Alright." Blake followed Dr. Lewis into a room. "So, PrEP, how often do you have sexual intercourse? Once a week? Twice a week? Once a month?" "Three times a day," Blake said quickly and was visibly embarrassed after saying that. "Alright let me take note of that. One sexual partner? Multiple? Can you give me an estimated number?" "I've been sexually active for about 3 months now, so maybe 96-97?" Fuck, Dr. Lewis thought. This kid is a fucking whore. "Alright, well PrEP is a very good decision for you but now comes the not fun part. I am going to have to give you a quick injection to see how your body is going to react to the medication. You may want to look away, this needle is rather large." Blake turned his head, he's always hated needles. - Shawn, Christian, and Dr. Lewis all threw their guys into the deep freeze in their basement. They looked at the clock and saw that it was just hitting 9:30 PM, they weren't too late to head to the bath house. All of a sudden, Joshua began to cough aggressively. Shawn turned and ran to him in a caring fashion. "Are you ok?" "I'm fine, just swallowed my spit and it went down the wrong way. Anyways, all three of you need to get hooked up to the transfusion machine for the night." Joshua began to cough again. He knew something was wrong and he knew Shawn knew something was wrong. All three were disappointed but got themselves hooked up. Their cocks became achingly hard and they all fell asleep to the site of each other's blood throwing through one another. To be continued...

You're blunt but I definitely agree. I make sure my bottom is enjoying his pounding and I'll go slow to ease in. But I'm not gonna be a regular fuck bud with a guy who can't take my dick.

Wow, this was an unexpected and incredibly hot twist. Thank you!!

He's in Australia.

I missed the touch, yes sex, but the actual touch of another person, hugs, kisses even, but the physical touch of a human being. I was fortunate in the role I am in, working from home, i hated, i hate having an office in my home, people on skype, internet breakdown. Managing dispersed teams remotely had its drawbacks and employers can take advantage and think you can be available all times, so I was working more hours less breaks. Neighbours screaming, kids crying etc and that raised anxieties. It developed on Zoom, Skype that I started to hide behind not showing my face, I became paronoid of seeing myself and becoming critical of my appearance, putting weight on, longer hair, just looked different. Trying to sort my elderly parent with doctors, who were closed, busy phones, stressfull times. Felt like I was losing sex drive, wanking even phased out. I feel that Covid was used as excuses for lack of services, cock ups to some degree, which annoyed me as I was seeing patients, hospitals etc, I feel I have changed, my outlook is different, I seem to worry more, paranoia and bizarre dreams or not sleeping and scarey thoughts, i became more irritable, short tempered and being a Twat at times. Anyway, lets see what the future brings, but Covid has left its Mark, sad to say.

I'm not into condoms when I top. But I'll fuck some safe only guys. I usually pressure them into taking my dick raw. Sometimes it works but sometimes he doesn't relent and I have to wrap up. My favorite hookups are the guys who keep condoms out on their nightstands. I just go in raw without asking and my bottom starts begging for my load.

Poz, on meds, undetectable.

I service a lot of married men in my area so they definitely don’t want me to see their face and I love having their babies inside me

Nuances of the top and bottoms conversations and remarks. Many times the music track overshadows the vocal exchange between the players. Hearing the bottom softly say "cum in me", "breed me", "harder", "faster", "hurt me" are real turn ons for me to hear. Hearing what the top is whispering in to the bottom's ear or his comments as he in rimming his hole are also big turn ons. For me, the addition of music can be very distracting and annoying if not mixed properly.

I love it when a top tells me he’s fucking my poz ass and gonna load me up. Doesn’t matter if he’s neg or poz at that point. As long as he’s telling me he’s making my ass his

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As always this is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in any way. Part 3: The Plan Dr. Lewis went back into his office the next day to test himself. Surely his body would not have been taken over so quickly? To his horror, he tested positive. What the? He thought. Shawn was THAT toxic? He couldn't believe this had happened. Dr. Lewis felt disgusting. He couldn't see anyone anymore. He immediately sent a text and dumped his girlfriend and sent another email to begin the process of selling his house. He had to get out of here. He finished typing the email just in time for Christian's appointment, but to his surprise, John and Joshua walked in. "Where's Christian? I think you two should leave." "Hold on now, we aren't gonna get a thank you for last night?" John asked. "I worked really hard to ensure that you would get a good gift." Joshua said. Dr. Lewis swallowed nervously. "I'm leaving town. I can't be here anymore. Now if you'll leave I have to run some more tests." "We're not leaving without you." Joshua said. "You had Shawn poz me," Dr. Lewis said. "I need to find out how long I have and what my treatment plan is. That pig was so dirty I'm already poz." Joshua gave Dr. Lewis a quick slap across the face. "You're coming with us." "Excuse me?" "You see, Shawn already died once. After he fucked you, he died again. My efforts to bring him back failed. I need you to perform surgery." Joshua said. "Surgery?" "Yes. I need you to put a bionic pacemaker in to keep him alive. I've developed a special one that can transmit signals to the brain." "You're telling me you want me to make him a cyborg?" Dr. Lewis asked. "No. Not asking. Telling." John said. With that Dr. Lewis was shoved against the wall, handcuffed, and escorted out of his practice. Once Dr. Lewis had arrived back at the house he was requested to complete Christian's examination. "Can you hurry this up? I'm about to go get injected with Hep C!" Christian said impatiently. Dr. Lewis rolled his eyes. This boy is going to be just like that pig who ruined his life. "I'll send your test results to Joshua. Get out." "Shawn is in the OR and prepped," Joshua informed him. "Let me change and get sterilized." "No need for that." Joshua grabbed Dr. Lewis by the arm and pulled him into the OR. "Now operate." Dr. Lewis swallowed, buttoned his tight suit jacket, and said, "Scalpel." By the end his hands and suit were covered in toxic blood. All of a sudden he heard a snap, Joshua had taken a picture of him. "Well that's one hot photo, boy." He said. Once Shawn had a pulse his eyes slowly began try open. I did it, Dr. Lewis thought. "Good morning, Shawn." Joshua gave his ex a quick peck on the lips. "While you were out I've been spending a lot of time experimenting and transfusing your blood. I was able to get rid of your lesions and cold sores and dick warts, but you have an insanely toxic seed. So toxic in fact, that you should now be able to kill someone the second your seed enters them. But we won't know until we test that." With that Joshua walked out of the room. Shawn began to sit up. Dr. Lewis was looking for a towel when all of a sudden he heard the door lock from the outside. "Shawn... Let's just talk about this... Please." Dr. Lewis was backed into a corner, there was no fighting it. Outside, John and Joshua smiled as the heard loud screams come from the room, and got instantly hard when they suddenly stopped. It worked, Joshua thought. To be continued...

Twenty years ago or so, I hooked up with this hot blonde frat boy. He had an adorable baby-face and a hot skinny body. His dick was above average but just a bit. I can still remember the kid-on-Christmas-morning look he had on his face when I told him he could cum inside my hole. It was just a pump and dump, but he kept coming back. I probably took 100 or more loads from him over a few years - all quick pump and dumps. Around the same time I met my husband, he finally fucked up and got his girlfriend pregnant, so that was the end of our being fuckbuddies. When my husband and I opened our relationship ten years ago, I ran into him again on the apps. We tried to hook up a few times including a threesome with my husband, but it never seemed to click. Mostly, he seemed nervous about causing jealousy in my relationship. Since my husband died, my old fuckbuddy and I have talked online about meeting again. He is often passing through my area because his mom lives nearby. He insists he cannot sneak away when he is staying at her house. I have been telling him to hit me up on his way into town before he sees his mom; I told him I still don’t mind a pump and dump. Friday afternoon, he finally took me up on this. We only work half-days on Fridays at my university, so when he hit me up around 3:00 PM, I was hanging out at my house. We chatted for a bit. He was complaining about his rough day. I asked if dumping a load in my ass would make it better. He said it would, but he is all hot and sweaty and won’t have much time. I told him that didn’t matter. He said he would be here in 20 minutes. I jumped in the shower for a quick clean out. He arrived, and I saw him in person for the first time in 10 years. The baby face he hated at 20 is really working for him at 40; he looked a lot younger. He has a bit of a dad bod, but it looked good on him . We got naked and climbed on the bed. Things just clicked from the get-go. We remembered all of each other’s spots from back in the day. He knew just how to work my nips, and I knew all the right spots on his cock. We had a couple of minutes of intense foreplay before he rolled me onto my belly and slicked up my hole. He slid in quickly and forcefully, but he knew just how to open me up so it felt great. He pumped steadily for several minutes and then bred me. It was really hot taking a load from him again after at least a 16-year hiatus.

I’m a good-looking 26-year-old, 5’11”, 175 lbs., nice smooth body, I work out and it shows too. Unfortunately, I am a sex addict with very little to no ability to control my urges. I also have fantasies that I love to turn into reality. Of course, most of these fantasies require having willing partners. I also love anonymous sex, you know, very little words exchanged, just pure sex. This means that I spend a lot of time online looking for people who want to help me turn my fantasies into reality. I also have roommates, which makes things a little more difficult, but more interesting also, especially since I’m not out and my roommates have no idea that I like to have sex with men. For some time now, I have been contacting men trying to lure them to my house. I’m very explicit in terms of what I’m looking for. I tell the guy that I’m looking to get fucked, nothing else, just fucked in the ass. Then I tell them that I want for them to arrive at my house, come to the side door, get undressed, lube up their cocks, then come down into the basement, where they would find me, naked, lubed, and ready, with a butt plug in my ass, making it nice and ready for fucking. All they need to do is to remove the butt plug and go for it. It is not easy to find men who are willing to show up at a stranger’s house and go down to his basement basically naked with a hard, lubed dick, so I had decided I would have to lower my standards and just go with anyone who would be willing. My story starts when I contacted this guy last Friday. His profile sounded real hot. He said he was 6’3”, 210 lbs., with lots of muscle, etc. Just my type! I told him of my fantasy and he thought it was hot and agreed to meet me that night. As we continued to chat, I told him I wanted everything to be safe and he agreed. He lived close by, so, at the predetermined time, I went downstairs and waited for his arrival. I heard the door upstairs open, then I heard noises that indicated that my visitor was getting himself ready. As promised, I was downstairs, on all fours, waiting for him to come down and start fucking me. I left lube and condoms upstairs for him to use as he got himself ready. After a couple of minutes, my dick was hard with anticipation, and lots of precum already oozing down and dripping on the floor. My friend finally came downstairs and I could see him from the corner of my eye (the basement lights were turned off, only a dimmed light partially lit the place. From what I could see, this guy was as good looking as he described himself to be. He had a nice thin waist, a big hairy chest and thick legs. His hard cock looked bigger than the 8 inches he had described it to be, and it seemed to be very thick. I didn’t move, and waited for him to lower himself behind me. After he positioned himself behind me, he proceeded to remove the butt plug from my well-lubricated hole. He was gentle and had the butt plug removed in no time. He then moved closer to me and started to insert his thick head into my waiting hole. I couldn’t believe just how horned up I was. My fantasy was finally coming true, and with one hot dude! His first strokes were gentle, but as soon as he realized that my ass had already been plucked by the butt plug, his strokes intensified. As we had discussed, our intent was to get him off as quickly as possible, neither one of us was looking to put on a show. This was strictly about him getting off. It was all about him and his pleasure; and by the way he was fucking me, he knew that and he was making sure that so did I. He kept fucking deep and hard with that big meat of his and I could feel some of the lube dripping off my ass as he plowed his cock in then almost all the way out of my hole then all the way in again. I then reached over to touch his cock and balls. That is when I noticed that he didn’t seem to be wearing rubbers, even though we agreed that everything was going to be safe only. I couldn’t believe what he was doing! I felt helpless, there was little what I could do. I had roommates upstairs, which meant I couldn’t cause a scene. I tried to move away but his had a strong grip around my waist and I couldn’t really go anywhere. He knew I noticed about the lack of rubbers, which only intensified his grip around my waist. His pounding also intensified and I thought he was getting close to cumming and filling my ass with his cum. I whispered to him asking him to pull out and put on a rubber. He kept pounding, totally fucking me exactly the way I had envisioned. His only response was that he didn’t see any rubbers upstairs and that my ass was so good he wasn’t going to pull out. I begged him to put on a rubber or at least to pull out before he came. He said “sure” and went on giving me the best fuck of my life! A couple of seconds later, I felt his rhythm change and once again I tried to escape his grip while I begged him once more to pull out. He didn’t! I felt his cock literally grow inside of me, as he began to flood me with him cum. Spurt after spurt of cum filled my guts as he kept his masculine hands around my waist – in charge and in control, exactly the way I had fantasized! I was so scared but so turned on, I couldn’t believe it! After he finished, he reinserted the butt plug into me and left me there. After he left, I went back upstairs, as I removed the butt plug from my sore hole, this big wad of cum fell to the bathroom floor. I couldn’t believe the amount and couldn’t even imagine how much of his hot cum was still floating inside of me! I went back online, still in a daze, not knowing what to do. I then saw him online. He thanked me for a great fuck and wanted to know when he could come back for more. I told him how scared I was for what he had done. He told me he gave me exactly what I was asking for and told me he was chatting with another guy and told this other guy about me and that if I wanted for him to come back and do me again that I would have to let this other guy do me THAT night! I gave it some thought and decided to go for it, after all, my new friend was too hot, too good looking to pass, and he knew exactly what I wanted. I accepted his terms and not too much later this other guy showed up and fucked me good. It didn’t take him long to deposit another load in me. Afterwards I decided I couldn’t do that again. I can’t see myself letting another guy drop his load in my ass like I did that night. I have been avoiding my fucker friend, as I know I will not be able to resist his advances!

I'm sure I'm in the minority here, but I have never cum in anyone the 1st time without confirming immediately before I shoot. The only times I don't ask are repeat hookups and guys who are begging for the load.

I see so many bottoms responding to this thread and it is clear there’s a difference between the subs and the regular bottoms. I don’t hook up with gay bottoms. They always instructing the or tops on how they want to get fucked and have their little “rules” and such. I have no patience for any of that. men I hook up with are submissive bottoms. They know their place. They know they exist to give me lemasure and take my loads. “No” is not something I want to hear. Everyone else has a right to do what they want. I do too and it is all agreed to beforehand. I for one would never ever pull out. My swimmers need to be deposited inside the sub.

Chapter 9 - The Party The clock on the dashboard had just switched over to 3pm. “Just on time” Brian thought, unsure if that was actually a good thing. It was a warm, humid day on Cape Cod. It felt more like July than May. Brian could smell the salty air as he sat in his Jeep, parked once again on the side of the road, outside an unfamiliar house. Well, this was really more of a mansion than a house. It was only two floors, but even from the curb, Brian could tell it was massive. Past the perfectly manicured front lawn, two tall white pillars stood on either side of a bright blue door. The house was an L-shape from the front, with eight columns of windows facing forward towards the street and a large three car garage, which made up its own wing, on the right-hand side. The spacious driveway was full, with probably 7 or 8 cars parked closely together, and there were quite a few more parked on the street outside the house. Brian counted about 20 vehicles that he assumed were there for the party. He noticed a few license plates from as far away as New York and New Jersey. Once again, Brian was shaking with nerves. He had been sitting in his car for at least ten minutes now, not having worked up the strength to get out and approach the house. He could still drive away, and all he would have done was waste part of his Saturday. But if he knocked on that bright blue door, he knew it would be a defining moment for the rest of his life. He felt his phone vibrate in his shorts pocket. He slid it out and saw the text from Adam. “Let me know when you’re here.” Brian’s heart was racing as he read it, and as had become his custom, quickly typed out a response and sent it on gut instinct. “Just parked out front.” “Perfect! I’ll come out and show you in.” “Well, I’m in it now” Brian thought. He turned off the engine, put his phone back in his pocket, and got out of the car. Sure enough, Adam came bounding through the front door with a big smile on his face. Sporting just a pair of bright red swimming shorts and flip flops, Adam’s fit dad bod was on display, and Brian thought back to what it looked like naked. “Hey Brian! I’m so happy you came, it’s good to see you again!” Adam couldn’t contain his excitement that his prized twink had actually shown up. They met in the driveway, and Adam pulled him in for a big hug, similar to one Brian’s dad would give him whenever he returned from a work trip, until he felt Adam reach around and squeeze his ass. “Are you ready to have some fun!?” “I’m nervous, but I showed up, so I guess so” Brian said with a tense laugher in his voice. “You won’t regret it. You’ll never forget this day.” ***** Everything seemed to be going right in Brian’s life. He had gotten in to a good college, gotten his first boyfriend, and was having a pretty good time wrapping up his senior year. He only had a couple months left, and school was starting to get easy. A few of both his and Jake’s close friends started learning about their relationship, and the reaction from everyone had been amazing. His friends were stoked that he was comfortable enough to come out to them, not to mention that he had landed such a hot catch. And he and Jake had been falling in love, fast. They only had the one chance to have sex so far, but they had gone on several more dates, talked and texted all the time, and the more they learned about each other, the more they liked each other. He seemed to be living on a permanent cloud nine. But there was one subject Brian wasn’t talking to Jake about, and it’s what he did after they texted each other “goodnight”. Brian would be back on his computer, watching porn and reading stories, dumping his nightly load into a sock or all over his stomach and chest. Many of those loads were spilt thinking about Jake, but just as many came after fantasizing about getting pozzed. Brian just couldn’t shake the fascination with poz chasing and his strange desire to get himself infected. He knew it could ruin everything. But he couldn’t let it lie. So he kept in touch with Adam. He told himself he was just playing this out for the kicks, so that he’d have good jerk off material to fantasize about. But, in the back of his mind, he was also keeping his options open in case he actually did want to act on his desire. Adam kept trying to get him to come over for another fuck session, but Brian demurred each time with a different excuse. He really was busy, which helped make all his dodging believable. There were a couple times where he could have hooked up with Adam, but he was able to stop himself, reasoning that he couldn’t cheat on Jake. Then, Adam pitched an idea that threw Brian for a loop. Earlier in the week, he texted Brian and told him that, since it was going to be so nice on Saturday, one of his friends had decided to throw a party at his vacation house on Cape Cod. A sex party. The place would be crawling with hot, horny, gay men. Most of them would be poz. But this was more than an invitation to just attend the party. Adam wanted Brian to be the main event. Adam had told his friend Jasper about Brian, and Jasper wanted the young twink to be his guest of honor. All the guys at the party would be older, since that was Jasper’s crowd, so Brian would be the only hot younger boy there. And he’d be the center of attention. Adam wove Brian a story of being the forbidden fruit that would show up and offer himself to all the horny men, and they’d all take a bite. Brian would be the star, the showstopper, the spoiled fuck toy of the party. This idea drove Brian wild. As he thought about wandering around this giant house full of gay men as the 18 year old “special treat”, as Adam had put it, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to do it. It all seemed crazy. This was the sort of shit he read fiction about online, not the sort of thing that happened in real life. And yet, it really was happening, if he was willing to go. Brian knew that if he went to this party, he was going to get fucked. A lot. And if these guys were poz, then there was a good chance he’d leave there poz too. An even better chance than just another hookup with Adam. If he did this, he was officially chasing. If he went to the party, he was going there to get pozzed. When that dawned on him, sitting in his desk chair at 3am, unable to sleep, he blew a humongous load all over his t shirt and boxers. He wasn’t even planning on cumming yet, but the excitement had taken over. As he cleaned up, he decided: as long as he didn’t chicken out, he was going to this party. ***** Adam showed Brian in to the house. It was beautiful. The entryway featured high ceilings and some of the same columns he had seen outside. There was a gorgeous kitchen on one side of the open floor plan, glittering with stainless steel and bright white cabinetry. On the other, a cavernous great room with an ornate fireplace and floor to ceiling windows. He could see straight through to the other side of the house, where two sets of large french doors led out to the back yard. There were a few men hanging out inside as they walked through the house. Some wearing speedos or bathing suits, a couple fully clothed, and a few butt naked, which got Brian’s nervous cock stirring. He wasn’t used to just seeing men standing around with their cocks hanging out. The pair didn’t stop inside the house, but rather went right out back to the yard. As they exited the house, they stepped out on to a beautiful partially-covered patio that featured a giant grilling station, and past that was a big in-ground pool with about 6 or 7 men in it. Brian assumed most, if not all, of them were skinny dipping. The two of them walked up to the grill, where a tall, muscular black man was flipping burgers with one hand and holding an exotic-looking cocktail in the other. “He’s here!” Adam said evilly. “Jasper, this is Brian.” Jasper turned around, and Brian’s jaw just about dropped. Jasper was wearing short black swim shorts, but it was his amazing body that had Brian dumbfounded. He was probably 6’3” or 6’4” and looked like he lived at the gym. He was in his 50s, and a chest that was lightly covered by curly black hair sat just above his manly six-pack abs. This man was a god, Brian thought, as he just stood there staring instead of introducing himself. “Wow Adam, I think this kid is the definition of a twink.” Jasper said, looking Brian up and down. Brian was wearing his usual tan cargo shorts and a t-shirt, but he felt Jasper looking right through them. “Hi Brian, I’m Jasper” he said with a smile. “Hi, uh, thanks for inviting me.” “You’re very welcome. Thanks for coming. I imagine Adam let you know you’re the guest of honor?” “Yeah, he mentioned it.” Brian said apprehensively. “I’m not exactly certain what that means.” “It means you’re going to be having a lot of fun, and helping my friends have fun as well. Are you ready for that, Brian?” He raised an eyebrow and tried to size the kid up, guessing what the chance was he’d high-tail it out of there. “Once I introduce you to everyone, I think you’ll have a hard time leaving for a while.” Brian appreciated that Jasper was giving him one last out. But seeing Jasper, and looking around at all of the other hot older men in that back yard, Brian wasn’t going to be leaving now. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m ready.” “Good” Jasper said with an evil grin. “Just to make sure, you’re 18 right? A high school senior I think Adam said?” “Yup.” “Nice, off to college next year?” “Yeah, BU.” “Oh, excellent, not far from here.” Jasper said with a wink. “And what sort of experience do you have, Brian? With men, I mean.” “Well, I got fucked by Adam twice, and I have a boyfriend now…” “A boyfriend!?” Adam interrupted “That’s new!” “Haha yeah, it’s new. And I’ve gotten to fuck him once. But that’s it.” “And Adam tells me you took his poz seed but it didn’t take. How disappointing.” Jasper said, his first acknowledgement of that part of this party. “Yeah” Brian said sheepishly. “Well, I think we’ll have some fun with you today” Jasper said, before handing his grill spatula off to someone else and beaconing Brian to follow him across the patio and towards the pool. They walked over to the low stone wall which outlined the concrete along the poolside. Jasper told Brian to stand up on the wall. Brian did as he was told, expecting Jasper to follow suit, but instead he simply stood in the grass near the end of the wall and cleared his voice. “Everyone, can I have your attention!” Jasper bellowed. Someone turned off the music that had been playing, and everyone stopped what they were doing to pay attention to their host. Brian looked around and saw the back yard was filled with men, mostly in their 30s to 60s he guessed. Many of the party goers had just been hanging out, scarcely clothed (if at all), while a couple had been feeling each other up or making out, right out here in the yard. “Please welcome my special guest, Brian! Brian is an 18 year old high school senior. Yes, he’s still in high school aaaand he’s legal boys!” There were a few “woots” and whistles in the crowd as Jasper exclaimed this. “He is here today to be our exclusive little fuck toy. And before any of you ask, no, I didn’t hire him. Adam took his virginity a few weeks ago, and now he’s here to continue his education.” Jasper air quoted the last bit. “Brian, hunny would you please strip for us so we can see what we’ve got here.” Brian was stunned. He wasn’t expecting to publicly strip in front of everyone, but after being frozen for a few seconds, he did what he was told and lifted his white t-shirt up and over his head. The men at the party continued their cheers at the site of his smooth, skinny torso, and Brian felt a rush he hadn’t expected as he soaked in their admiration. He went to his belt next, and he could sense the anticipation building in the yard, everyone was waiting to see him fully naked. He kicked off his sneakers, peeled off his socks, and then in one swift motion, pulled down his shorts and boxers, exposing his well-endowed cock to the party. Cheers erupted from seemingly every guy at the yard. Whistling, cat calling, applause. As he stood up on the wall, his soft dick hanging between his legs, getting a lot of attention, he kicked off his shorts. He put his hands up behind his head, showing off what muscle he did have on his arms, and stretched his body up and hips out to give everyone a full view of his thin frame and big cock. A giant smile had formed across Brian’s face as the normally nervous, nerdy kid was getting high off all the attention his body was getting him. Jasper spoke up again. “Brian, you can feel free to hang out wherever you wish, eat and drink anything you like, take a dip in the pool, whatever floats your boat. But as you enjoy the party, some of my friends here are going to have their way with you. Boys, take him however you like. He tells me he is versatile, so just grab him and do what you want. There’s several bedrooms open in the house, but if you’re feeling exhibitionist I encourage you to use him right out here for us. I’m sure everyone will enjoy that.” There were more cheers and laughter from the crowd as Jasper explained how this was going to work. “Oh, and one more thing, he’s not on prep, and he’s negative” Jasper raised his glass as he said it, and Brian got one more round of whistles and cheers. Brian was still basking in the spotlight, a big grin on his face, but knew he was in trouble now. **** Brian, whose naked body was now soaking in sunlight in Jasper’s back yard, hopped down off the wall on to the grass. Adam stepped directly in front of him, and as his feet hit the ground, he found himself falling directly into Adam’s arms. Adam caught his boy and whispered in to his ear “I brought you here for all my friends, but I still get you first. Turn around.” He took Brian’s arms, spun him around, and nudged him towards the wall. He gently pushed down on Brian’s back. Jasper looked back and saw Adam getting Brian ready to be fucked. He let out a laugh loud enough for most of the people around to hear him, and then said “I guess Adam only shares after he’s had his own fun” before making his way back to the grill. Adam just grinned back at Jasper as he pulled his swimming trunks down around his ankles. Brian looked back and saw that Adam’s cock was already hard. He guessed watching him strip in front of everyone turned Adam on, knowing this was all his doing. He saw Adam drop some spit down on to his hard cock, and then he turned back around to wait. Even though he’d fucked Jake in the interim, Brian had been dying to feel cock inside him again ever since that first night with Adam. And, sure enough, he soon felt the pointed pain of Adam’s hard cock pushing against his still tight teenage asshole. This was not going to be a nice, easy fucking. Brian could already tell that Adam was hornier than he’d been back at his house. Adam didn’t give Brian any time to adjust as he pushed his cock through the muscles of his hole. He pulled Brian’s body back and drove his hips forward, sliding all eight inches of his hard dick into the tight 18 year old’s ass in one fast motion. Brian yelped in pain and almost collapsed on the wall as he felt his hole being invaded by Adam again. Adam didn’t give Brian time to adjust, like he had back at his house. As soon as he was balls deep, he was sliding out again, and then ramming his cock back in. “Oh, fuck yeah Brian. My cock feels so good inside you, you dirty little high school slut.” Brian yelped and moaned as Adam ruthlessly pounded him. With only spit for lube, this was a much rougher fuck that the first couple times had been, and Brian was feeling the pain. He closed his eyes and hung his head, wanting to lean on the wall for support, but he knew if he didn’t hold himself up the stone would hurt worse than the fucking. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Brian looked up and around at all of the other guys staring at the site of his pale, scrawny body bent over a wall and getting ruthlessly fucked by Adam’s 52 year old cock. He saw some of the guys jerking off, either through their shorts or just out in the open, while other continued to sip their drinks with a smile. Adam was getting encouragement from some of the crowd who was enjoying the show, while others just watched in silence, wishing they had gotten to Brian first. Conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through Brian’s mind as he continued to endure Adam’s primal fucking. He couldn’t believe he had put himself in this position, and he was a bit scared. He wondered if everyone at the party was going to want to fuck him, and if he could take it. If he couldn’t, would they let him leave, or would be be trapped? And, Jasper had pretty much made it clear that many, if not all, of these guys were poz. Were they on meds? Was there any chance he was leaving this house without HIV? At the same time, Brian recognized how turned on he was. His whole body was straining at each of Adam’s thrusts. His arms flexing as he held himself against the wall, his hard cock bouncing up and down, the sound of his ass getting slapped by Adam’s groin every other second. It was all adding to the experience, for Brian and for everyone watching. He felt like a prize; like a young God among men. He felt coveted, desired for his teenage youth, for his fit body, for his tight negative asshole. He felt sexy. He felt scared, but he felt good. Brian stiffened up and began to hold himself firm against Adam as he pounded him. Eventually he gained the strength to stand up straight for a moment. Adam wrapped his arm around Brian’s smooth torso and pulled him in to him, his bony back touching Adam’s hairy chest as his cock continued grinding in to the teenager’s hole. He could only last a minute like this, but the guys watching loved the sight of his smooth, pale chest and stomach, now glistening with sweat, and his cock flopping around with the force of Adam’s fucking. Brian leaned back over on to the wall as Adam growled “take my poz cum Brian. Take it you little bitch boy!” “Give it to me!” Brian managed to yell, out of breath. He pushed himself back forcefully into Adam, meeting one of his thrusts and feeling Adam’s cock go deeper inside him than it ever had yet. With that, Adam moaned loudly and unleashed a torrent of his toxic cum, quickly filling up Brian’s ass as he held on to his boy by the hips, holding his cock in place deep inside him. After a moment, Adam slid out of Brian, who spun around to sit back against the wall. His legs felt like jelly, and he could feel Adam’s cum running down his left thigh as it leaked out of his ass. Brian’s eyes opened wide as he caught a glimpse of Adam’s cock. It was covered in his own cum, but it looked like it also had a bit of blood on it. It hit Brian; the roughness of that fuck had been intentional. Adam and Jasper were going to make sure he got pozzed. Adam leaned in, lifted Brian’s head up by his chin, and planted a soft kiss on his boy. “I’ve got to go help Jasper with the grill. Man can’t cook a burger to save his life. You have fun now, Bri.” “I will.”

Chapter II. We played the next couple of days more than we had in a while, and each time, I bagged up and lasted longer. It was like our former passionate fuckfests were back again. It felt like his hole was looser than it had been in a while too. We fucked daily, and I shot big loads nightly into those condoms. I even got a dildo, a good three inches longer than my cock, and I worked it in his hole before fucking him. He was steadily getting looser. Towards the end of the week, I asked if he was going to see about getting some hung dick to open him up more than the dildo could. He blushed and confessed that Brad had been fucking him every day over their lunch break. I ate his ass and worked the new dildo into his hole as he told me about his weekday sessions. My boy’s story was so hot that I put on a condom, and slid inside, slowly fucking him so as not to cum too soon. My boy told me that during lunch on Monday, Brad had bent him over his desk and pulled his pants down. He was so hot to fuck my boy again that he didn’t even fully undress! In fact, he was in such a hurry that he nearly forgot to put on a condom. My boy had to remind him that he was there to get his hole stretched, not to take loads. My boy continued his story as I played with his hole. I loved how loose he stretched-out hole felt on my bagged-up cock. I’d work a finger inside my boy along my dick as he went on. My boy moaned as he described Tuesday’s session. Brad railed him in the warehouse, safely wrapped with an XL rubber. Another worker stumbled on them and watched the whole thing. After Brad pulled out, the worker asked if he could join in their next lunchtime session. I recognized the name of the warehouse worker, Adam, as being one of the foremen, and I knew he was tall and muscular from seeing him at holiday parties. That Wednesday, Adam watched as Brad lubed my boy up and fucked him, safely. Adam got close and held my boy’s cheeks apart for Brad to fuck. When Brad came in the condom, Adam pulled it off and drizzled his POZ seed into my boy’s opened hole, and slid in raw, lubed up with Brad’s cum as fucked it into my boy, filling him with his own seed. He inseminated my boy. After that, they decided that condoms wouldn’t be needed again. That night, I’d fucked their loads deeper into my boy’s guts without knowing it. My boy told me that he felt safe taking loads, with me rubbered-up it wasn’t like he was putting me at risk. His slimy stretched out pussy felt amazing, even through my condom. Brad and Adam repeated the rawfucking feat on Thursday, skipping condoms altogether, both Brad and Adam breeding him after taking turns coring out my boy’s recently tight hole. And now, Thursday night, here I was churning those loads in my boy’s guts with my own safe cock. I couldn’t help but shoot a huge load into the rubber reservoir. My boy poured my cum into his gooey hole and fingered himself, suggested I visit for some extra special lunchtime activities. I made sure to clear my schedule for the following afternoon. On Friday, Brad’s partner visited to bring lunch. I’d hadn’t met Jim before, but had heard he was just as hung as Brad. As he shook my hand, I shuddered when I saw the red biohazard tattoo back of his right hand. I knew Jim was just as POZ as his partner. My boy had reserved the conference room, and Jim had brought along some toys. Adam stripped my boy down and handed me a box of condoms with a wink, saying, ‘These are just for you.’ Brad bent my boy over the table as Jim lubed up an obscenely big dildo. He worked in into my boy’s hole as Adam kept his cheeks spread wide. I couldn’t help but jerk off, seeing these three guys open up my boy, his hairy pussy on display for us all to see. Brad smiled at me explaining, ‘We big guys want to last a few minutes too.’ Stretching him out helped them enjoy their bare fucks longer before getting their nut too. Brad went first. It was so hot seeing his beercan-thick cock spread my boy’s hole wide. I loved seeing Jim’s tattooed hand holding and caressing his man’s balls as they slammed into my boy. When Brad came, he came deep. Brad planted his seed so deep inside that none poured out when he pulled back. Jim took his place and took his time. He started with my boy in the same position, face down bent over the table. Jim had him flip over onto his back, never pulling out. This meant that my boy needed me to stand on one side and hold his legs back so Jim could really pound deep. He lasted a respectable amount of time and shot his POZ load deep inside my boy too. Jim pulled out and I helped my boy relax his legs for a moment. Adam sat in a big leather chair and pointed his big raw cock right up in the air. He begged me over and had me hold his cock while my boy sat right down on it. My boy’s pussy was well and truly opened up, so he took delight in sinking all the way down on it. Adam chuckled something about digging for oil, and I realized what he meant as I saw globs of Brad and Jim’s mixed cum drooling down Adam’s big cock. As I sat on the floor guiding Adam into my boy, Jim rearranged me onto all fours, so my ass was up in the air. Brad smeared some of their leaking seed onto his fingers and started working into my hole saying, ‘You know, if you take our cum you can go back to fucking your boy raw, like all of us. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?’ I couldn’t help but think it would be amazing. I let Jim finger my ass as I lapped at Adam’s big full balls. Adam concentrated on getting his load into my boy and really took his time. My boy’s legs were wearing out and he was covered in a sheen of sweat as the third big dick of the day stretched him out. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Adam relented and rewarded him with a big load shot very deeply. When he pulled out, his cock was covered in mixed clotted cum. He winked at me again. Brad and Jim got my boy back into his first position, face down leaning over the edge of the table. Jim guided my hips to my boy’s ass and Brad held the base of my condom-covered cock. Jim eased up behind me and I could feel his heat and his massive cock sticky with seed. When I fucked forward, Jim got closer to me. To pull out, I was backing onto his raw cummy cock. He slipped inside me, greased up with so much sperm. It only hurt for a minute before feeling deeply satisfying. I let out a guttural moan, and my boy grinned up at me, groaning, ‘Those big raw cocks feel so good, don’t they?’ I couldn’t help but agree. Brad still had his hand gripping the rubber ring at the base of my cock. He kept working a finger underneath, slowly rolling it up. Eventually the rubber was rolled up just around my cockhead. ‘It’s time,’ he said. Jim and Adam’s hand met Brad’s and they pulled that condom off my cock, where it was sucked inside my boy’s gaping pussy. It looked so hot seeing that biohazard-tattooed hand prying off the last barrier of protection off my cock. Feeling their spunk and how loose my boy’s cunt was felt so good. I was able to hold off cumming too soon before I felt Jim, deep inside me, growing. His cock got even bigger, balls-deep inside me, and then I felt a wet warmth spreading deep in my guts. Jim had just gushed his wet POZ load deep in my hole. We got ourselves together and cleaned up, only a little sweaty. Both my boy and I slowly leaked their cum as we went out for a beer and a late lunch. We sat around a booth, Jim, me, Brad, my boy, and Adam. I realized that Brad had one finger inside both me and my boy as we ordered our meal. Brad asked if I was happier with my boy’s stretched-out hole, and I eagerly nodded, thanking them for stretching us both out. Brad turned to my boy and asked if he was ready to start fucking me now, my own stretched-out hole now hungry for raw cock. My boy nodded and told me he couldn’t wait to get my hole stretched out and filled up by other hung buddies too. At the end of the day, he was also worried about cumming too soon when fucking me! Brad grinned saying, ‘I think we need to keep you boys both stretched out and cum-filled.’ My boy looked at me, silently pleading me to say yes. And I did. Our buddies now keep our holes stretched open, ready for raw use by any number of men. And thanks to Brad and Jim, we both regularly take raw POZ cock and cum. That, right there, is the key to a happy relationship.

Many beaches (including non=-nudist beaches in broad daylight with loads of people around), woods, car parks, laybys, the desk in my boss's office, train carriage, train toilets, an STD clinic...

**Dallas** I made a mid-summer business trip to Dallas, and had no time to visit the Midtowne Spa to stretch out, suck cock and get my ass a good workout. Finally, in desperation, I called in sick. I cleaned up, cleaned out, and headed to the Spa. It was around 9 PM and quiet. I got a room, lubed up, loosened up with the small Dildo I always pack in my bag, and waited for some hard horny cock to wander in. I always have a good time there, no matter what the day or the hour—just a lot of average Joes looking for sex—no BS, no attitude. Being older (53) has never been a problem, since I keep in good shape. Soon there was a young dude standing over me, stroking my ass and inner thighs. I turned and glimpsed at his sleek physique, glimmering with droplets of water from the shower, and a sizable bulge beneath his damp towel. I reached over and squeezed and stroked his tumescence. The towel fell away, revealing the most beautiful shaft I’ve ever seen - superb tapered head, rigid as steel, and straight as an arrow. Stroking it literally sent thrills up my spine. Without pause I took Its full length down my throat, gently sucking, as he put a hand behind my head and thrust in and out. After a few minutes he pulled out, kissed me deeply, and professed how badly he needed to fuck me. I reached up, pulled him down on top of me, and spread my legs. With his dickhead in my hole, he asked if I really wanted to be fucked. "Shit, yes, man! Fuck me now." "I'm not pulling out 'till I cum - so if you want it, you take it all." "Okay, okay - what ever you say. Just do it. Fuck me now." Effortlessly he slid into my Ass. My mancunt gripped his hot dick and milked it. He started a slow, sweet rhythmic pulsing, tonguing my ears and neck. I was in heaven. I grasped his balls, taking full measure of the cock gliding in and out of me. He continued that slow rhythm, whispering sweet nothings about working up a good load for me, and wanting to plant it deep inside me, where It would be part of me forever. His breathing grew harsh and erratic. Low, guttural groans emerged from his throat, and his arms locked about me like a vise. I had a sudden change of heart about letting him cum in me. "No you don't! You made a commitment, and you're going to keep it - every last toxic drop of my cum." His whole body tensed, forcing himself deeper into me, driving me further into the mattress. My head was jammed in a corner, banging against the wall. I was pinned, unable to move, because of his tenacious brute strength. Through clenched teeth he forced his words into my mouth. "Here it comes, man - F-U-C-K." His fucking grew fierce and violent, slamming my head against the wall with each brutal thrust. The KY or Vaseline, or whatever Lube he’d used, had worn away, so it was raw flesh on flesh, and I could feel my mancunt abrading. "I told you I don't pull out 'till I cum - and I mean it, buddy. I'm going to breed your neg ass." “Please stop - I’ve had enough.” My hole was sore from the bruising. I screamed at him to let me up, but my ass muscles urged him on—like they had a life of their own. And they were stroking him, milking him; and he knew what they craved. He only laughed again and sneered, “Too late, oh yeah!!!" His body tensed; and he jerked, letting out one god-awful shriek. It was unearthly. His whole body convulsed as his cock spasmed in an unending orgasm. At last he was drained, and relaxed his grip on my wrists. He lay there quietly on top of me, still in me. His breathing was soft in my ear; he almost purred like a kitten. My cramped arms relaxed, and I held him tight. Neither of us said anything. Words were not appropriate at that moment. Finally he slid out and released my stiff legs. As I embraced him, he shifted and cuddled against me, and explaining he’d been overcome by a passion he couldn’t explain. Before coming to my room, he’d met up with three of his fuck buds, and had serviced them. Just as I marveled that mine was the fourth ass he'd fucked that night, he divulged all three had fucked him. “I thought you were a top.” “Hell, no. I’m versatile, and get real horny, the more loads I take. That’s probably why I fucked you so, uh, assertively.” He bent over, spreading his ass. A trickle of white ooze leaked out. "C'mon man, eat it, please." I didn't need to be asked twice. I spread his cheeks and nestled my lips in his crack. My tongue slithered into his hole, lapping up the dribbles of cum. He squeezed when he felt my tongue hit his mancunt. The pent-up jism gushed into my mouth, down my throat, down the sides of my face. I sucked his degenerate ass till he was dry, then sat up, sated. An evil smile crossed his face. His glistening cock was turgid again. He pushed me back down. It was easier the second time. My legs automatically spread for him, my salacious ass opened up readily, as my mind and body welcomed his noxious jism. We kissed as he fucked me, remembering the tenderness that initiated the previous fuck. "I'm gonna cum," he whispered. I gripped him hard and wrapped my legs about him. "Do it, man. Breed me! I want your load." He slammed into me and stiffened. His body trembled, followed by massive convulsions as ropes of thick cum gushed into my warm, docile pussy. I held him close for a while till he descended from his sexual high. He stood up to leave. It was getting late, and he had to be at work in the morning. He asked where I was headed. “To Oklahoma City and the Habana Inn,” I avowed, making a spur of the moment decision. As oversexed as I felt, I’d be of no use to my clients until I found further relief. When I got back to the motel, I telephoned the Habana. Fortunately, they had a room. “Book me for tomorrow. I’ll be there around noon.” **Oklahoma City** I rolled into town mid-afternoon. An extra $20 to the Desk Clerk got me a room off the far southeast parking lot, ground floor. Experience taught me that was the best locale in the place for walk-in quickies in the middle of the night. I showered and crashed. I awoke about 10 PM, hard, horny, and thirsty. I put on shorts (backwards) and a tee and headed to the vending machines. On my way back I cruised the courtyard, pleased with the appreciative glances and an invitation or two. I headed back to my room, stripped, lubed up and grabbed my dildo. The tenderness was easing up, and I was ready for more bareback action. It was almost midnight. After unlatching the door, cracking the drapes, and dimming the lights, I stretched out on the bed, naked, well-lubed ass in the air. I was rewarded when the door creaked open and an anonymous male crept in. He took off his clothes and folded neatly them on the chair. He massaged my neck, back, ass, and thighs, whispering softly. When he saw I was awake, he leaned over, kissed me, and asked (asked!!!!) if he could fuck me. I rolled onto my back as he, a nice looking dude in his forties, towered above me. I reached over to stroke his dick and found It hard and dripping with precum. He wiggled his hand into my crack and forced three fingers into my slot. He climbed atop me, spread my legs, and hooked them over his shoulders. His shaft entered my Hole, and he slid It in gently. That took my breath away—the ass-distending sensation, and the rhythmic pounding of his cock as it hammered in me. My hands encircled his shoulders, and I told him how good he felt. “I love your ass. It’s so hot and wet. I want to cum in you. But you gotta tell me OK. Can I cum in you?” "Why do you ask? No one ever asks. Just do it." “Because I want your acquiescence when I shoot. I want you to embrace my seed as It penetrates your inner tissue. I want you to commit to a liaison that’ll unite us forever.” Holy shit, what gave with guy? All I wanted was a simple fuck, and he elevates it to a religious experience. I said nothing. He began to pull out. Apparently he was adamant about obtaining my approval. "No, wait - I want you to shoot in me!" He sighed, as if he were relieved of some odious burden. For some reason, he needed my verbal concurrence. With one final lunge, he spasmed. "I'm cummin'. Take my seed. Love it. Embrace it." I swear to god I could almost hear his sperm gushing into me. "Oh yeah, man. Breed me, please." The pleasure on his face intensified as my ass muscles milked his cock, avidly accepting his offering. When he finally pulled out, he ran his fingers over my stomach, and kissed it. “Any regrets?” “None, whatsoever. I’d like to do this again on my next trip.” He dressed, and got ready to leave. We exchanged names and email addresses. I awoke in time to check out. While rushing around getting cleaned up and packed, I reached behind and opened myself up with my fingers. Only a small amount of jizm came out. Where was the rest? Absorbed? Probably. **CHICAGO ** I started the long trek back to Illinois, horny enough for a 198 mile detour up to 'Man’s Country' in Chicago. It was Saturday afternoon, and it didn’t take long for a nice average Joe to jump my bones. We made out and stroked each other when, without a word, he pushed me on my back, spread my legs on his shoulders, and slid his generous cock up my ass. He plowed into me with slow, deliberate strokes, almost pulling out, gliding all the way back in. I loved his technique, and the total concupiscent expression on my face must have left him no doubt that I was appreciative. Yeah, he was just your 25 year old average Joe; but I sensed he could be my best fuck ever. "You know I'm not wearing a condom. That okay with you?" "I only do bareback." "You poz?" "Don't know. Might be. Probably am. Never been tested. You?" He did not answer. An evil, mischievous grin crossed his face. “I’M going to cum in you. I never pull out." He apparently anticipated I’d resist, (as if!). He leaned over further, pushed my legs against the wall, raised my ass further into the air, and pressed his parted lips against mine. His pace quickened. I was immobilized by his weight and position. Aside from physical discomfort, I was in heaven. He was hitting my prostate on each stroke. "Oh buddy - I'm cumming!" I felt endless long spasms as torrents of cream invaded my wet pink hole which was happily caressing his twitching cock. He held me till he calmed down, but his cock remained hard and buried to the hilt. "By the way, are you poz? You never answered." He responded "I never do." We remained locked together until he relaxed enough to fall out. I licked the remaining drops of oozing poz jizz off his dick, and we lay there embracing. I wondered if he was deliberately biding his time, until his venom infiltrated my bloodstream. I heaved a heavy sigh, in spite of myself, and assured him all was well with the world. That was the first poz load I’d ever knowingly taken. **Home to Springfield** I left there fulfilled. I hadn’t cum the whole trip, but no matter. It was cum I was after, and I’d had plenty of that. I took the long way home—country back roads all the way to the house. Around eleven I made a super-hot bath in the jacuzzi and crashed. Two weeks later I came down with the flu, fever, and night sweats—the trio that led me to believe I’d converted. Except for the night sweats, the whole shebang lasted less than a week. Two years have come and gone by since the trip. In the months intervening, I’ve taken at least a dozen poz loads. Most of the dudes thought I was neg and aiming at staying that way. My doc wants me to get tested, but I refuse. I will not give up poz bareback fucking. Overall, I’m healthy. My gut tells me that it was the guy at the Midtowne who converted me. I figure guys in Oklahoma City and Chicago were also poz. But I’m somehow think it was the Texan was first. Regardless, all three played major rolls in my conversion. All in all, however, it was my own doing—I’d spread my legs and let ‘em fuck and cum in me, when I knew it was risky. Of course I top on occasion, confess I relish the idea of shooting poz cum into a neg ass. I’ve come to appreciate Viagra more and poppers less. A surprising number of younger guys are into the daddy/son scene. And since we’re in the boonies, its not politic to raise poz/neg issues during sex.

Last week at a adult bookstore in Montgomeryville PA. A friend planned to meet me there. I got the usual booth with windows on both sides so others could watch. I stripped naked then he walked in. With guys watching on both sides and the door not closed completely, I got on my knees and stripped him naked. Then I sucked him to get him hard then turned around and he fucked me raw and sort of yelled when he came in me. Then I knelt down and sucked him clean then swallowed his piss. After he dressed and left I signalled for the two watching to come in my booth. Sadly neither wanted to, but I left with a smile, and cum dripping down my legs.

The only time I like them is when they break. Then they are worth it. That transition feels sooooo amazing!

FYI - Pierre Fitch goes raw with Bo Sinn on Bromo https://www.bromo.com/scene/4354102/raw-tow-service-part-1

Does Daddy want a new pipeboy?

Holy fucking shit! That story made me shoot my load in record time! Fucking hot!!

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

I was working in a hotel when I started getting interested in chasing. I knew it was stupid, dangerous, and that made it hotter. I blame a guy who worked in the kitchens fault. He was a hot piece of ass, and came onto all the guys strong. First time I fucked him was in the cellar, over the barrels. I finished deep inside him, no condoms used, and that was it! We were fucking two or three times a week, always in the cellar, always bare. Suddenly, he mentions his g/f Vix, saying she wanted to watch, to play during, and to have us both. I obliged. Our two-way became a regular three-way. I started seeing his g/f behind his back while he was working, needed my kicks somehow. It was one of those times, she mentioned her friend Rob. She'd been fucking him regularly, both taking his cock, and using a strap-on, and wanted me to join their fun. Rob was a slutty bottom guy, about 5'6", skinny, boyish face, and sleazy. At our first three-way found Rob licking my cum off his fingers after giving me a handjob in the toilets. We were talking when it came out he was poz. Vix said she want us to have a no-holds-barred three way. She'd told me how she had been fucking him for months before she realised she could have caught, and how I could have from her. Seemed like a no brainer after that. We met one night after I finished work. I picked up Vix, and we went to Rob's flat. Within minutes, we were all naked. Rob was bouncing on my cock, Vix was tonguing my ass, getting it ready. Then Rob slid deep inside me. He pounded my hole hard, as Vix, positioned beneath us, gagged on my cock. He shot hard. I could feel his load filling me. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out while Vix sucked him clean and tongued my ass to keep it inside. Vix was diagnosed poz about six months later. Wthin a year she was a junkie hooker near Sheffield with Rob. And me, I stay just being me.