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Andrew passed in and out of consciousness, he was carried down the dark corridor and into a maze of room. As he swayed in and out, he could hear the sounds of skin slapping on skin, the smell of piss and cum filled his nostrils. He tried to struggle, but to not avail, his limbs barely responded. Eventually he came to, gasping for air as Andrew awoke tied to a fuck bench. Struggling against the restraints he realised he was now stripped down to only his jock. He could feel someone writing something on his arse cheeks with a marker. "Where am I?! Let me..." Andrews words were interrupted by a large hand clamping his mouth shut, looking up through the dim red light he saw the same man from earlier leering out at him. "Hush fag, your Daddy owes me big time, and imma' collect on your neg boy cunt" The hand came free from Andrew's mouth, bow replaced with the glass pipe. "If you smoke boy, its guna make taking all these men's dicks easier", He proferred the pipe to Andrew. Hesitantly, Andrew again wrapped his lips around the pipe, he could feel his cock twitch in his jock. He felt betrayed by it, he was trapped, about to be used by a bunch of poz guys he couldn't see, and his cock was rock hard. "Go on boy, nice big toke for your new Daddy, guna give you the same strain as your own Father", Andrews lungs filled with T as the pipe was lifted away from him. His lungs burning he exhaled a massive cloud, his heart beat jumped into his ears and he felt his skin come alive. Andrew squirmed under the rough hand of this alpha, as he traced it down his back. "Please, Please fuck my cunt, I need something in my holes, please sir!" Andrew blurted out, he couldn't help himself, his mind was lost in a haze of hunger. The hand reached his arse, tracing it around his cunt which puckered. "Don't think the fag is fucked up enough lads, we don't want any resistance when we knock him up!" A cheer erupted in the dark around Andrew, as the voices of several men shouted insults and whooped. Andrew gasped as he felt a sharp pain as a large finger pushed past his tight fag hole. The finger burned as it pushed deep into him, and he felt his insides begin to burn and warm up. He felt the muscles of his hole relax, and a strong sense of hunger filled Andrews hole. The rough hand retreated, and another set of hands spread his cheeks, as he felt the thick head of a cock touch his hole. "Got a few used condoms here lads, guna fuck these strangers loads into his tweaked little neg cunt!" Another cheer of approval erupted around Andrew, the dark obscuring all the men around him. The sweat was dripping off his brow as Andrew tested his restraints, his back arching and his body aching with chemical lust. Part of him was freaking out, desperate to escape, but it was far too late for that. Andrew gasped loudly as a thick cock, covered in cold cum pushed into him deeply. A hairy chest pushed against his back as a man's stubble rubbed against his neck and ear. Andrew squirmed as he felt the heavy piercing that adorned the head rub deep into his fag hole, he was groaning nonsense as he felt impaled on this monster cock. A familiar, deep and growling voice whispered into his ear. "You like that thick toxic cock don't you son?" Andrew's father thrusted deeply in an aggressive heat, deep into his neg son, as if to punctuate. Andrew's Father groaned as he felt his son's velvety neg cunt open up around his thick cock, the moment he had heard his son had been brought into his domain he couldn't help himself. John was a man possessed, he needed to share his toxic poz strain with every fag that came down into his lair. He would make men out of them and baptise them with his potent seed, make them into toxic fuck heads like the rest of them. John thrusted aggressively into his own son, watching the sweat drip down his own son's back as he ravaged him. His sloppy cunt opened up to him as he thrusted harder and harder, the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the dark room. In the dim red light, John could see his brothers, grunting and breathing heavy as they watched the real life incest play out in front of them.

chapter three it must have been less than 5 minutes with him lay there, exposed and hole starting to drip that toxic load out of him onto the cold club floor, but must have felt an eternity for my guy. I briefly looked up to see who was around and just as I did so someone came out of the dark and moved between my leaking partners legs. He was over six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and dressed head to toe in black leather. He stood out in the club as he clearly enjoyed the gym, but had just hit that sweet spot of toned, muscular but not overbuilt. He was wearing black boots, leather jeans and a black biker jacket open with nothing under it. I could see his amazing body and then there was that face, just a bit of stubble on his dark tanned skin and blue eyes that stood out in the dark. He was stunning, I could see that, but my man had no idea who was stood rubbing between his legs. I could tell the leather guy was shy, almost a bit of a newbie to the scene by the way he did not just help himself, but looked to me for approval. I moved down to stand behind him and leaned him a little closer in so he could kiss my boy. I must have unleashed an animal as the leather guy just started kissing and spitting into my guy's mouth. I started to rub his cock through his leathers and that's when I found it. He must have been at least 8 inches and was not even fully hard. I unzipped and lowered his jeans so his cock could rest against my boys lubed up cock and balls. He stood back up straight and leaned back to me asking “is this guy poz?”, “not sure now, he took a poz load earlier” was all I could whisper back. The idea of my guy being poz made me so hard. The leatherman carried on “that's cool then, was checking as I’m strictly poz for poz fucks”. That answered my question before I even asked it. He stepped back a bit and then just pushed slowly into his hole to the root. He was not going to hold off or take his time, he knew what he wanted, as my other half groaned deeply. He started to fuck his hole using the last guy's load as lube, the sling moved back and forth so he could push in and rock back and forth along with his cock. I stood back and watched, letting him just use my guy, who had not asked questioned or even checked i was still there. The leather guy was building speed and starting to talk dirty right in my guys blind folded face. “you like that raw dick in you? you want my cum? you REALLY want it? you want me to breed you? Tell me how badly you want it!” he said it “breed you” but would my other half work out what he meant? would he pull back in shock? The all I heard was his voice in the dark, “breed my fucking filthy loaded hole with your seed!”, what the fuck! This was so hot it pushed the leather man over the edge and he just pushed in deep, grunting slightly and his hips jolting as he shot stream after stream of poz cum into my guy. He stood there inside him for a few minutes to catch his breath, and then leaned forward to tell him “your one sloppy slut back there, and so fucking hot. If you want to see who just shot in you, just look for the leather man with the wet dick. I might need to get you in leather soon as it would suit your look if your up for it.” the only reply he got back was “ANYTHING you want to do to this body you can. You breed it, you own it”. With that, he kissed him deeply again, pulled his softening cock out of my guys hole, and vanished back off into the dark of the club.

PART 2 SLAP SLAP SLAP! "AAAH YES!" The professor came in Nate, cum filling his hole. As the professor swished his cock out, Nate's hole felt differenr. It felt empty. Nate felt the cum seeping out of his hole he felt satisfied for the first time in a while. He grinned widely as his lovers, if you could call them that. John stood over him his big lean frame towering over Nate. Johns soft cock, long and thick waved over Nate's sweaty white face. Nate reached Up to suck it when he was quickly slapped. "No slut. Not now. Now is time to clean you up. Show us your bathroom." Nate slowly started to rise. But his thick tree trunk legs were weak and he felt thick creamy liquid leak out of his hole onto his leg, then finally to the floor. The professor quickly grabbed him,"not so fast. Where is the bathroom boy?" Nates mind whirled, he had been fucked. By his professor and a stranger! Holy fuck! He would lose his family and friends, everyone he knew. Despite his rising anxiety he pointed to the bathroom door. John and Connor slapped Nate's ass and told him to move. He limped across the floor to the dingy small bathroom. John opened the cabinet and found a razor. "Hurrry boy, shower off, dont want to have cum stuck on your furry leg." Nate stepped in the shower. Nate wasnt hairy, it was mostly peach fuzz, while he was a bulk of a man, Nate didnt have a clearly defined stomach or ass. Nate had dreamed of shaving all of it off. But what would his family think.The hot water cleaning off the cum. He felt the professors strong hands knead Nate's back. He heard and opening of his shampoo bottle and he felt the professor wash him clean. Nate still felt empty, needing more cock. Then the shower turned off. Johns voice boomed through the bathroom. "Okay nate. Timr to make you a pretty slut." Nate twinged at this. He already thought that he a was attractive sure he was no supermodel but he was an atteactive man. Nate turned around to see John, fully clothed and a razor and can of shaving cream in his hand. "Do what I say or I will leak the videos to all of your family and friends." Nate was confused. How? When? John then held up his phone to see himself moaning as the professor fucked him. Nate's blood ran cold. "Yessir. Please sir delete the video. " John smiled. "Yeah. I will but its shaving time. I hate it when sluts think they can look like whatever they want to. Bitch youe ass needs to be smooth. Now your Professor here loves to take care of his bitchboys. I dont. But I leave you two to shave yourself down. The professor will bring you to me later. You are offically mine." He passed the razor to the professor and kissed Nate. John then left the apartement. Nate shuddered. What had he done? He had just turned his life over to some stranger? Then he felt a soft kiss on his shoulder that reassured him. The professor. Damn what was Nate going to do. The professor seemed to read Nate's mind. "Finals were last week. You will be fine. You just have my final on Monday right?" Nate nodded and weakly walked to the bed and stared at the ceiling as the professor started to put shaving cream all over Nate's chest. The professor lifted Nate's arms and shaved the hairy pits Nate used to be so proud of. The professor carefully shaved off all the hair of Nate's arms, neck and chest on the front aide. Kissing the smooth skin. "Hmmm nate you are going to be one popular slut. So good and obedient" nate smiled at the praise. Then the professor slowly shaved nate's pubes and caressed his hairy balls. Nate's cock shot straight up and he felt the cold metal of the razor gently shave away the hair. Nate noe knew his fate. He was no longer a man. Just a mancunt. To be used for his masters' wishes. As the professor finished shaving the legs he gestured for Nate to flip over, which he did with a "yessir."nates cock was still hard and his hole itched as the professor finished shaveing him. The professor then stuck his face in Nate's ass. His tounge penetrating the abused wall of the anus. Nate loved the pleasure it sent through his system. He felt empty again as the professor lifted his face off and then yelped in pain as the professor entered his now smooth ass. Nate moaned as his prostate once again was set on fire. Precum leaked from nates cock. Slam slam slam. Nate pushed back as the cock brushed against his prostate. Nate started to cum again, for the third time in an hour, without even touching his cock. The professor moaned as his hoke tightened again. This caused his own cock to swell and flood the walls of nate. Nate moaned eternally grateful for this new caling in life to serve men. With a slap, the professor told nate to get dressed. They had errands to run.

Life had grown dull for Nate. A 23 year old young man who had been good all of his life. He was high school football player at 6'3, 220 pounds built like wall. His blue eyes attracted everyone he knew,but he never noticed it. You see Nate was a Mormon, a gay virgin mormon. He was so sexually repressed that he couldnt see past his own penis. But all of that would soon change for nate. After another night of masturbating 3 times in an hour. He stumbled upon breeding zone. He quickly found the stories hot and would stroke his 7 inch cock until it came again, (which only took 3 minutes). He quickly signed up and looked around. He read some tips and downloaded Grindir. He didnt post any face pics but he had just moved into his own apartment, it was a little place above a store, that his distant cousin owned, so no one would know that he was having sex. Nate wrote the following as his profile: 23m virgin, looking to get fucked RAW. I will host. I will send pics for pics. Serious inquieries only. Nate then fell asleep that night. He woke up to nearly a dozen messages. Nate smile. 'I'm going to get fucked.' He thought. He scrolled though and asked for pictures.but one guy in particular caught his eye. BIGJOHN5, 6'6 jock type 9 inch cock and looking to Poz. Nate's cock jumped. He stripped naked. He opened the message to see the biggest cock he had ever seen. It was long and thick. With a message "So bitch, you are ready to get my toxic load?" Nate was so turned on he slowly started to masturbate his cock again. Then another message popped up. "So bitch you there?" Nate quickly texted back, "Yessir." Then nate recieved another text message, "got any pics?" Nate quickly sent some pictures of himself nude. He was so excited he was leaking precum. Then he recieved a voice message. Putting in earphones he played the message. A deep voice spoke, "So bitch, my name is John, but you will call me sir or master. You are so sexy but you are mine. No more stroking your cock. Not until we meet up. Un free today. So send me your address and I'll fuck you until you are knocked up my little slut." Nate was so turned on that he threw all caution to the wind, he sent his name, address and his cell phone number to John. Not even 30 seconds later he got a call. Nate answered. "Hello, is this my slut Nate?" "Yessir, this is he..." "Im on my way, I want you naked and ready in 2 minutes. Unlock your door and kneel ass up on your bed slut." "Yessir, its around back.." "I know slut. Do as i say now." Master john hangs up. Nate runs to the door, unlocks it, runs inti the bathroom and looks up how to prepare his ass, he starts to clean when he hears someone coming up the steps, Nate runs to his bed and lays on his bed and kneels on it, like he saw hundreds of guys do in porn. Nate hears laughing, it sounds like multiple guys are coming up. The door opens. Nate shivers with anticipation and anxiety. The cool morning air sweeps up to his virgin hole. He then feels a hard slap on his ass. "Aah" he moans loving the pain that "john" gave him. "So slut," John said. "You are a virgin right?" "Yessir." Nate misma in fright. "Oh boy this is gonna be fun right Connor." "Damn right." Nate froze. Connor sounded like one of his professors at college. Yes it was Professor Taylor from his economics class, whom Nate had a crush on since the start of the semester. Connor taylor was 6'1 slim and had a 6 inch cock. Damn he was caught. "Nate, you have a fine ass there." Professor Taylor said as he slaps his other asscheek. He then feels his tounge lick his virgin hole. The sound that nate made was in between a sexual moan and a holy chorus. Unable to speak Nate worshiped the new sensation as his new God. John laughed as he closed the door. He stripped off all his clothes to reveal his ripped body with a huge cock. He grabbed his phone and started recording. He looked around and smiled. He found nate's phone unlocked. John quickly sent himself a text with a few crucial contacts just in case. He then turned off Nate's phone and coninuted to record Professor Taylor eating nate's ass. John then walked in front of nate and kissed him. Nate's first kiss. John's tounge quickly penetrated nates mouth causing him to moan more. He then grabbed nates face and told him. "Good boy. Dont move." John then stopped recording and grabbed some poppers from his coat and opened them. John rushed and told nate to breathe in deep. As nate did his world was filled with peace, his hole became itchy and he got hornier. And he felt the professor stop eating his ass and undress. John kissed him again and told him to get off the bed which Nate did, like the good little slut he was. The professor laid on the bed and John commanded Nate to start to suck the professor's cock. Which Nate started to do, by kneeling inbetween the spread legs of Connor and licked his balls and the licked his cock like a kid would a lolly pop. He then started to swallow the cock. He choked after a few inches. "Good boy, just swallow like you were eating." Connor told him. Behind nate John started eating Nate's ass. After licking the anus in a circular motion he put on a thick application of lube and inserted his finger. Nate yelped but continued to serve the professor in the best he could. "Watch those teeth bitch." The professor ordered as john found Nate's prostate. After circling fingering Nate's prostate nate came on the bed."hmmmmm" nate purred as he shot 4 big loads. "I think we found our cum slut. What do you think professor." The professor laughed. "Yea we did John." John put in anouther finger. He passed the poppers to the professor who put them under Nate's nose again. Causing his hole to loosen up to be ready for the main event. John quickly took out his fingers, grabbed Nate bu his hips and sat him up flipped him around and sat Nate on that thick, juicy cock that nate had wanted all of his life. "OOH! " Nate cired in pain amd pleasure. As John bottomed out he kissed Nate. John then laid back on the bed and started to slowly fuck his hips. Nates cries grew louder and louder. Although no words came put of his mouth he was clearly enjoying this new experience. The professor quickly gagged Nate with John's underwear. Then the real event started. As soon as John felt he had opened up his new conquest he said. "Pop goes that cherry boy. You like that slut." "Hmmmm hmmm." Nate nodded as he began to bounce on John's poz cock. John grabbed nate, wrapped Nate's lega around his own waist he stood up and started to really fuck the young, newly minted, bottom. The loud claps of sex filled the apartment. The professor kissed both John and Nate. After 3 minutes of loud ass clapping John laid Nate on the bed.Nate was already hard again. In a missionary position, not the mission Nate had served only 2 years earlier, John loudly claimed his conquest, "Yeah slut you are mine now. Whose your daddy?!" "You are my daddy sir. Oh fuck that cock feels so good." Nate moaned. His cock leaking precum again. "Who are you, are you my slut?" "Yessir, I'm your fucking cum slut, give it to me daddy?" John pounded harder and harder. "Sir, im cuming again!" Nate came all over his chest. His tightening hole sent John over the edge. Filling Nate's Mormon hole full of his toxic seed. "Oh yeah." John sighed, as he pulled out the professor took his place. Loving the warm fun lubed hole the professor started to fuck nate again. John pulled out his phone again and started to record. "Yeah you like this slut?" "YESSIR IM YOUR CUMSLUT SIR!" John smiled as he saw the formerly holy boy use his hole to worship his new God. 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Only watched my daughter getting fucked by men, shame

"Hey babe, hopefully you weren't waiting long today." Katie came into her room, dropped her laptop bag and sat on the edge of the bed. "The guy's friends have been asking about you all week! You must have been the life of the party last weekend!" "Really? haha.." I said nervously, "who has been asking?" "Literally every guy they've hung out with this week has asked if you were home. Danny, Matt, you name it they all wanted to hang out with you" "Oh that's weird, I mean I chatted with them a bit but nothing crazy." "Are you sure they didn't see you naked or anything? Did they see anything they liked?" He said playfully rolling over and giving my cock a rub through my shorts. Before I could say anything she got up and picked up her small purse. "I'm hungry, lets go get something" and went out into the living room with her roommates. I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys and followed. I was nervous as fuck, did someone spill the beans? We left the apartment and when we got down to the car I told Katie I needed to use the bathroom. I ran upstairs and went into the living room, I didn't even know how to confront the roommates about this. I just let it out. "Katie asked if your friends saw anything they liked at the party last weekend! Who said something" "Woah there got my ass fucked last weekend, no one said anything. We were here the whole time, and we didn't say anything. She must have been joking." Stephen said standing up and walking to me. "BUT, it's getting really hard to keep the secret, you're the talk of the town. you're lucky Thomas didn't know your name" "What the f-" "We've kept it for you so far but we want some fun don't we babe." Cory stood up smiling and went into their bedroom. he came back out with lube and a butt plug and handed them to Stephen. "Lower your shorts and bend over, you'll wear this out to dinner. If you don't, we text a guest of our party that you are here tonight and want more than Katie can give you." I wanted to keep things simple, the less I have to explain to Katie the better. I lowered my shorts and bent over. Stephen put lube on the toy and pressed it against my hole. My ass rejected the toy over and over, I am still very tight. "Goddamn, Hey Cory he needs some help." Cory got up and went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of poppers and put it under my nose. I took a hit and immediately felt the effects. Cory placed one hand on the small of my back and slowly pressed the plug in, It felt bigger than it looked. I stood up and turned around, pulling my pants up. Stephen was still holding the plug I saw Cory come in the room with. "What's in my ass if you're still holding the plug?" I said reaching around to feel. "Its remote controlled sweetie", he held up his phone and there was a switch with numbers along side it. "Remember, it stays in your ass the entire time you're out or you might have a guest tonight." "What do you mean remote controlled" His finger went up to the phone and he dragged the cursor from 0 to 10. My ass started vibrating, with a strong sensation right above my dick in my lower stomach. "Are you serious I have to wear this all night!?" "All night" Cory said watching like a little kid at a ball game. "I don't know if he'll make it babe, who are we going to text tonight?!" "He's right, the entire time you're out. and we'll be having fun with this!" He turned me around by my shoulders and gently pushed me out the door. Dinner tasted good, but my mind was elsewhere, Katie was telling me about work and I couldn't concentrate. Luckily the guys didn't have as much fun with the toy as I thought they were, but they definitely got me changing my tone of voice once or twice, and Katie only once wondered what the vibration sound was from. Instead of Ubering home Katie wanted to walk because she's always sitting at work. I felt like every guy we walked past either knew I was the guy Thomas bred, or that I had a plug in my ass. We got back to the apartment and Katie went into the bathroom. I walked over to the couch, "Wow good job!" Stephen said turning me around and feeling the plug still in my ass. "Ok Fine... let's take it out but will you wear the smaller one?" he said with puppy dog eyes. "Seriously? Do I have to" "No I guess not, but let's hang out tonight us 4 and have some drinks, play a game or two." "I'll suggest it to Katie when she gets out" As soon as Katie exited the bathroom Cory practically tackled her. "Shots!??" He said grabbing her shoulders excitedly. She laughed and said sure let's do it. She's a light weight so about 4-5 shots of tequila in she was talking silly and saying we should go out clubbing. Sure enough with some board games turned into drinking games and passed out on the couch. I was nervous for what was in store for me. Cory went and grabbed a small glass from the cupboard, "You've had a load in your ass, but you've never tasted cum have you?" "No I definitely haven't" "What!?" Stephen said, "You haven't even tried your own?!" "No I haven't it always seems weird after I cum." "Well you're in for a treat." Stephen said patting me on the shoulder, "Us three are going to cum in that glass, and you're going to drink it, or we call a party guest." "How are we going to cum in the glass?" I sighed and said. "We'll go easy, just stroking ourselves and finish into the glass but you have to drink it after you cum in it to." "Fine. it won't kill me, but I don't know if I can handle a guest" We all pulled out our cocks and holy crap, They were both very... gifted, Cory cut and Stephen uncut, both bigger than my cock and standing taller than I've ever seen. They got to work smiling to each other and occasionally closing their eyes as they got to business. Cory came first and it dribbled into the glass, a good amount thick and very white. Stephen took a bit longer but when he came I thought he was going to wake up Katie and for a second thought he'd fill the glass. stream after stream it was unbelievable. I struggled. I finally got hard but it was so weird masturbating in front of guys let alone my girlfriends roommates. "I don't think I can tonight guys" I said, my cock flopping down. "That's ok, just drink ours." Cory said handing me the glass. I took a big sigh and went to throw it back like a shot. "Ah, ah ah! we want to see it in your mouth!" Stephen said. I lifted the glass and took it all in and showed them their cum in my mouth. It was sweet, salty but it stung my tongue and the back of my throat. The guys celebrated and wanted to know how I liked it. I told them it wasn't bad and was easier than the shots of alcohol. "That's good news" Cory said, "Go take Katie to bed and we'll call Danny over, he has the sweetest cum. "What!?" I exclaimed, "but I drank your guy's cum, like you said!" "We know, but we wanted all three of our cum loads in there. You'll be sucking your first dick tonight! We're so excited for you!"

Part 3 "You've got a great ass." The guy said to Matt as they were standing in line for drinks at the club. Matt turned around and this really sexy blonde, toned guy was looking back at him. Matt blushed and smiled. "Thank you. My name is Matt. What's yours?" The blonde guy said his name was John. John then leaned in and kissed Matt. Matt kissed back and spread his lips taking John's tongue in his mouth. Matt could taste that John had been drinking. Matt thought I guess this guy has some liquid courage. Matt enjoyed making out with John. When it was their turn for drinks, Matt leaned over the bar to get tell the bartender their order. John's hand immediately went down Matt's jeans. Matt swatted at John's hands, but John found Matt's hole. He rubbed it. Matt turned around with the drinks. John removed his hand and took his cocktail. The boys moved to a spot along the wall. John said, "Thanks for the drinks. I'll get the next round." They finished their drinks and made out against the wall. The boys hands were all over each other. John and Matt were back in line for drinks and making out. Matt is hit with a piece of fruit and ice. He stops kissing. Looks at John. They look around. It's "geek chic" and a couple other guys staring at Matt and John and throwing bar fruit and ice from their drinks at them. They are both pissed. Matt thinks, "what the fuck is this about? "geek chic" won't even really talk to me, much less date me; why is this happening?" He gets his cocktail and they go talk to the guys. One guy grabs John and walks away with him. This leaves Matt with "geek chic" who turns around to get a cocktail, ignoring Matt. Matt waits for him to order and then says, "What's going on? What was that all about?" "Geek chic" says that's my best friend you are making out with. The guy he's talking to right now is his boyfriend." Matt is shocked. Matt tries to explain that he didn't know John has a boyfriend. "Geek chic" says it's a fucked up situation, but just don't make it worse, ok. Matt agrees, apologizes again and tries to hug "geek chic" who brushes him off. Matt is annoyed now. Matt takes his drink and goes to dance with his friends, telling them what happened. A few songs later, Matt feels a guy grabbing his hips to dance with him. He looks back. It's John. John leans in and kisses him. Matt forgets for a minute and dances his ass back on John. Then Matt remembers and asks John where his boyfriend is. John says, "I don't care. He's such a prude. He won't even kiss me in public." John kisses Matt again. Matt opens his lips again easily for John's tongue. They make out for awhile. Matt likes how John feels against him. John and Matt break the kiss. John leans in and says, "I hope your ass spreads as easily as your lips do." Matt laughs and says, "What makes you think I'm a bottom?" John says, "People talk." as he nods towards "geek chic." Matt is surprised. "Geek chic" and the boyfriend and another friend are standing like 2 feet away. Clearly they'd been watching the make out session and dancing. They all look pissed. Matt is embarrassed to be caught making out with John again, but also embarrassed that "geek chic" may have told John that Matt let him fuck him bareback. Matt walks away. He finds a friend in line for drinks and gives him money for 4 shots and a drink. The friend and Matt do two shots each as Matt tells the friend about John and the boyfriend. Matt doesn't mention barebacking with "geek chic" since that is way too slutty to share. The friend commiserates with Matt and advises that they just go dance and ignore John and his friends. Matt agrees, but wants to go to the bathroom first. There is a line for the bathroom - as always in this club - and Matt waits against the wall. John finds Matt again and kisses him. Matt pushes John off lightly because the situation is so annoying. Matt drinks his cocktail and says, "John this is annoying. Just go be with your boyfriend." John says, "He left me here." Matt says, "Oh I'm sorry, but don't you live in the suburbs (they had talked while they made out)," John says, "Yeah. I'll take the train home tomorrow." Matt says, "But where are you staying tonight? With "geek chic"?" John says, "Yes. Unless I get a better offer." John smiles are Matt and feels his hip. Matt looks sharply at John indicating that isn't going to happen. John gets in line with Matt for the bathroom. They keep talking. John is really sexy. Matt's resolve is weakening. John can tell Matt is going to give it up tonight. John leans in and licks Matt's neck and says, "You are so sexy." When Matt is done in the bathroom, he waits for John to finish. Matt knows he shouldn't wait for John, but he waits anyway. John comes out, sees Matt waiting and kisses him. He leans in and grabs Matt's ass. John says, "Let's go to your place." Matt agrees. On the way out of the bar, Matt grabs condoms from the free jar and some lube packets. John smiles at Matt when we sees Matt grab the condoms and lube, "Are we using those tonight? Are you going to spread your ass for me?" Matt blushes, "Maybe." John kisses him. Back at Matt's apartment, the guys are naked fast. They get in the shower to clean off the club smells. John and Matt are kissing and making out. John's got a couple fingers in Matt already. John turns Matt to the wall and starts to eat Matt's hole. After the fingers, John's tongue feels soft and amazing. Matt is moaning. Matt says, "Let's dry off and go to my bed." They do. Matt grabs lube and condoms from his jeans and throws them on the bed. John puts Matt on his back, bends back his legs and starts eating Matt's ass again. Matt is loving every minute of this. It's been about a week since Bill fucked him. Matt is craving cock. John's cock is big. Almost 9" as Matt estimates because he couldn't get it all in his mouth earlier. John comes off Matt's ass and climbs up so his body is between Matt's legs, cock resting by his hole and John kisses Matt. John says, "Are you going to let me fuck you?" Involuntarily Matt spreads his legs wider at the question and says, "yes." John says, "You spread your legs and lips easily enough, now spread your ass for me." Matt reaches down and gets the lube and condom, hands them to John, and then reaches for his ass and spreads his cheeks. John opens the lube and puts some on Matt's ass, fingering some into Matt. Matt closes his eyes. John says, "Can I fuck you bareback for a bit? Just for a bit. I want to try it and you look so sexy." Matt's eyes pop open as he looks at John searchingly, wondering if "geek chic" told this secret too. John is lubing his large cock and looking at Matt. Matt has not said anything. He's just looking at John lubing his cock. John leans forward and kisses Matt. He puts the condom in Matt's hand. John lines his cock up to Matt's willing hole and pushes in the tip. Matt winces at John's size. John's face makes an "O" and he says, "Fuck your ass is so warm." John then says, "Just tell me when you want me to wear the rubber. I'll pull out and wrap up." John pushes more of his cock into Matt. Matt relaxes as this big cock invades his ass. Soon Matt feels John's balls on his ass. John is all the way inside him. Matt loves feeling this full. It barely hurts. Matt has taken big cocks before but the friction was always too much. John's cock feels so smooth. John starts fucking Matt. Matt is kissing John as John fucks him. He is holding John's ass with one hand and the condom with the other. Matt feels the length pulling out of his ass and returning with a shove, hitting his prostate. The boys are moaning in each others mouths. Matt drops the condom and puts his other hand on John's back. Matt feels the taut muscles in John's back as he is getting fucked. John and Matt fuck this way for awhile. John pulls out all the way, puts more lube on his cock, and tells Matt to get up doggie. Matt does. Matt sees the condoms on his bed, on his nightstand and on the floor. None of the condoms are on John's cock as Matt feels it slide back inside him. Matt moans and says, "You feel so good inside me." John says, "Your ass is amazing. I trying so hard not to cum too soon." Matt looks back at John as he says this, thinking maybe I should ask him to wear a condom now. He picks a condom off the bed. As he does, John hits Matt's prostate again, a moan escapes Matt's mouth and John kisses him deeply. The boys fuck this way for a few more minutes. John says, "I can't hold out much longer. I'm going to cum in your ass." Matt says, "Fucking cum in my ass." John explodes inside Matt. His fucking gets slower. The tight muscles relax and John slides out of Matt. 20 minutes later, Matt is riding John's cock again with John on his back. Matt is taking it bareback again. Matt is moaning like a slut. John says, "You like taking raw cock in your ass huh?" Matt says, "Fuck yeah. It feels so much better." John says, "Damn right it does." Matt is close. He's stroking his cock as he is riding John. John says, "Don't cum until I'm ready. I want you to cum on me while you beg me to cum inside you." Matt bites his lip and slows down his jerking. He works his ass muscles on John's cock. Matt asks, "Are you close?" John says, "Yeah. Tell me what you want." Matt says, "I want you to cum inside. While I'm riding your big bare cock. I want you to breed my ass." As Matt says this his cock jerks and he starts to cum. John grabs Matt's hips and thrusts up just as Matt's insides spasm on John's bare cock. John shoots another load into Matt. 45 minutes later John is shooting another load into Matt. At 4 am and 7am, Matt is taking more loads from John. At 11am, Matt wakes up. John is gone. He left a note. "You are a sexy fuck."

I have been Poz since May and my life has not skipped a beat. It’s all mental and how you process it. You have to remember that it’s no longer a death sentence like in the 80’s and 90’s. I lost a lot of friends and coworkers when I lived in SF so I know how this can be a scary diagnosis. I take one pill a day along with my other med and I stay active exercise and during the course of the day I don’t really think about it. I was lucky I did not have a bad seroconversion even though my VL was extremely high and my CD4 never went under 375. My sex drive has increased 10 fold and I love topping which I rarely did when I was negative Be positive physically and mentally !

Here is the highly demanded part 2. There will be at least 3 more parts. Sorry that this one isnt as sexual but I thought that the eroticism payed off. Nate will be used more throughly in part 3.

For me it was a matter of time. Step brother took my cherry at 14 years. After my mother divorced my step father I went to live with my step father and brother during the university and both of them used me. I was also shared with my step father's trucker friends quite often. I grew up to be a bottom of course. Somehow dodged the bullet for quite a long time but knew it would happen eventually. Met a group of 4 German friends on bagpacking trip to Montreal. While all 4 played with me one of them had special interest in me. He ended up extending his stay by another 2 weeks and we were constantly having sex. He confessed that while all of them were Poz he somehow developed feelings for me and wanted me to convert. We never did extra things like brushing or anything and I naturally bore his babies. He had to return to Germany as he wasn't able to stay here permanently and love for each other diminished with long distance. He has a 9in German meat that I really can't forget. Still jerk off to his naked pictures. Luckily my CD4 count is pretty normal to start medicines. Drs are of the opinion for me to either start or wait it out. I decided to wait it out. VL is close to 900k

Chapter 3 of 3. I texted Adam and told him I was just finished with work and the gym and headed home. A few minutes later he asked if I could pick up some takeout food. I asked if he was hungry, and it seemed like he was stalling. I grabbed something and headed home. The takeout was quickly forgotten as he called to me from the bedroom. I tore off my clothes and ran upstairs. There he was, glistening and sweaty, ass up, and beautifully framed by a damp red jockstrap, a used full condom lay beside his knees. I inhaled in his sweaty smell, and he moaned to me that I smelled good, in a piggy way. I slapped my cummy dick against his hole, slick with assjuice and seed. Adam’s hole was already sloppy and opened up, somehow even more sticky than usual. I slid my tongue in and it went in so easily that I could actually tongue fuck him. Adam moaned into the mattress, ‘I want it raw, baby! Does that make me a slut?!?’ I told him, YES, and that I loved it. I started to slide into him, but he lurched forward. He had me lay down and squatted over me, my rock-hard cock pointed straight at his hole. ‘Baby,’ he said,’ I want to climb up and tease you first…’ I grinned. The look on his face was priceless from a gasp to a grimace to bliss as he slid down on my bare cock. Cum leaked out of him and puddled in my pubes. His hole was already filled up. Adam’s sloppy hole felt so good on my raw cock. If I hadn’t already bred the cheating stranger earlier, I would have cum much faster. I needed a bit of a break and he bent over winking his hole at me. He asked, ‘You like fucking me lubed up with cum?’ I oinked in reply. He suggested it would feel even better with his load added. I snipped the tip of the condom off and poured its contents inside his gaping cunt. Adam climbed back on and rode me until I told him I was going to cum. He bounced up and down until I filled him up from the inside for the first time. This time, he shot his own load all over my chest. I smeared it onto my cock and fucked it inside him. Adam thanked me for giving him a good cummy breeding session and told me he’d be naughtier if that was ok with me. Of course it was! I suggested to Brian that we invite Adam to our piggy bareback breeding sessions and he told me he’d do that when Adam was ready. This kind of fuck evening played out a few more times. Brian would call and I’d cancel plans with Adam to breed that cheating bottom. Never seeing the guy’s face, I’d rail the cumslut with Brian and Brad. After two more times of only my bare cock and cum going inside him, the cheating cumslut let Brian plow and fill him up. Eventually, the guy let all three of us breed him. Every time, I’d head home to Adam’s increasingly loose and cummy hole and give him my last load of the night. I thought Adam suspected something was up, but if he did, it only turned him on more. After the anonymous slut got used to taking all our seed, Brian suggest he try DP. His hole was getting so much use it was looser and sloppier than ever. I always took the bottom position and still never saw his face. Brian would enter the guy, sliding in alongside my cock until he’d fill the boy up. Brad would take his place. We’d send him home to his boyfriend dripping three loads out of his ruined cunt. Every time we finished with the cumslut; I’d race home to rail Adam. Every time I’d slide in, his hole felt more wet and more open. He’d stopped saving his loads in condoms. Adam told me he got so hot in anticipation that he’d jerk off waiting for me and then finger his load into his stretched out hole and get it ready for me to rail and fill up. Now I was the one suspecting things. … I guess what I should have mentioned one detail earlier. You should know that I’d bought Adam a red jockstrap for his birthday just before these piggy sessions got started. After the first time with the cheating stranger gagged with a red jockstrap, I suspected something was up. You see, I always did the laundry. When I picked it out of the hamper, crusty with cum, it all clicked into place. I wrote Adam’s name on the tag after doing the laundry and wanted to see how long these sessions would continue. Every time we played with Brian and Brad after that, I’d look at that red jockstrap and see ADAM in my own handwriting. I never let on that I knew I was breeding my own boy two times nearly daily, or that I was sharing and stretching out his cummy hole with Brian and Brad. After a year of sharing his cummy pussy with these two guys, we booked a vacation to a clothing optional gay resort. As we packed our suitcases, I made sure that he packed his red jockstrap. He looked surprised when I told him to bring it along. I told him his ass always looked great in that red jockstrap and maybe it was time for him to climb up and tease someone while I could watch. He grinned at me, and we headed to the airport. What happened on that vacation is another story… THE END.

Pouring Jack’s Seed into My Boy Chapter 1 of 4. I knew Jack from around the bars. He’d been quite the beauty in his twinky days, but that was years ago. Lately, he’d embraced his bearish daddy looks and sported a buzzcut and beard. He looked so good poured into tight jeans that showed off his impressive bulge very nicely. His shoulders and chest were covered with a dusting of salt and pepper fur that peeked out of a tight tank top. A few weeks ago, we chatted each other up at the bar while I was waiting for my boy to finish at the gym and meet me there. Jack told me that he was single these days and that he’d been super horny lately. He confided that he’d recently converted and was starting meds, but his viral load was nowhere near undetectable. I asked if he was playing safely these days and he grinned saying, ‘I’m happy to start with a condom,’ and pulled one out of his back pocket. Jack asked about my boy, and I took out my phone to show a few pics of him. I accidentally flashed him a steamy pic of my boy on his knees with his ass up. He looked so sexy after fucking and filling him up, I had grabbed my phone and snapped a naughty pic. I was mortified but Jack just grinned. He told me he loved leaving boys like that, opened up, freshly fucked and leaking. I thought about what Jack had said and felt myself getting hard. I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jack followed me in and stood at the trough right next to me. He unzipped his tight jeans and hefted out a massive cock. It was long and thick. I was mid-piss but started getting harder at the mere sight of his POZ manhood. I couldn’t continue pissing into the trough as my erection grew. Jack raised his eyebrows and asked me, ‘You like what you see?’ I could only nod, my mouth suddenly gone dry. ‘You ever think of sharing your boy with a hung POZ daddy?’ I couldn’t help but nod again. Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, bringing it to the base of his impressive cock. He kept grinning at me. ‘Next time you grab my dick, I want you to guide it into your boy’s hole. Sound like a plan?’ How could I not nod again. Jack continued, ‘The first time I fuck your boy, you’ll put my cock in him.’ I nodded. ‘The first time I get my seed in your boy, you’ll pour it into him.’ I nodded again. Jack left me in peace to collect myself and finally finish pissing into that trough. I was so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish until I’d cum, so I stood there jerking off. For like five minutes, I wanked with images of Jack’s huge cock sinking into my boy’s raw hole. I shot my load into the ice at the bottom of the trough and was only then was able to empty my bladder. I shook my cummy cock dry and tucked myself back into my jeans and headed back to the bar. To be continued…

While out on a bike ride a couple of days ago, I stopped by one of my town's bookstores as there were quite a few cars in the lot. Within maybe 5 minutes, I was sucking the dick of this cute college-aged guy wearing a t-shirt of our local university. I had my pants down around my ankles, no underwear (as usual), and my ass was still kind of sweaty from the bike ride. As I was sucking, hands grabbed my hips from behind and something hard pressed against my hole. I just kept sucking, didn't even look back to see who it was, and felt my hole open as a completely anonymous dick slid in - no lube, just the sweat from the ride and the heat of the back room. The guy I was sucking grabbed the back of my head to encourage me to keep working his dick, and I heard a third voice from off to the side say "Yeah, fuck his white pussy. Breed him." The guy fucking me lasted maybe two minutes before he shoved all the way in, and I heard him grunting out an "Oh fuck" as he unloaded into me. As soon as he pulled out, the other voice said "Now that you got some lube in there..." before I felt another dick slipping into me. I could feel something extra hard at first, and realized this second cock was pierced. This guy also grabbed onto my hips and fucked hard, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. The college boy I was sucking started thrusting hard into my mouth, gagging me on his dick, and it wasn't long before I felt his salty load blasting over my tongue just as the guy fucking me said "Yeah, take this load, fag" and started pumping his own cum into me. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "That's good pussy." I pulled off the college boy's dick and started to reach for my pants. College boy grabbed my arm and said "I got another load in me", moved behind me, and shoved his dick into my now very cummy hole. He fucked me for a couple of minutes, saying nothing, but I could hear him grunting and his breath getting faster and more shallow until he let out a loud moan as he coated my insides with his seed. He pulled out, and I could hear him zipping up his pants. "Slut," he said, but there was no malice in it - more like a gentle teasing - and then I saw his shadow leave the booth. It took maybe 15 minutes from start to finish, but it made the unplanned stop very much worth it.

Knocked Up In Booth #7 Here I was waiting in booth #7. That's my favorite booth here at this adult bookstore. The door is unlatched so that people can come in to visit. But today I am expecting someone that I'd messaged with on bbrts. I'm laying on the bench closer to the screen. I cleaned out my ass before coming and lubed it up and stretched it out with my largest plug. I remember seeing his ad for the first time. Nice looking dick! Black, 50, Looking to breed a nice ass. Awesome! Into... married men... chubs... Nice. Take loads anal... No, Oral, No. Give loads Anal and oral... Yes! Sweet! Cock, Large, Uncut! Hot! Then I see what instantly makes my little cock start to throb and leak pre-c um... My Status: Positive! Holy shit Yes! Your Status: Ask Me! I immediately hit the "Oink" button. Then I hit E-Mail and sent this: "Hey There... Nice looking dick" A few minutes later I see the little status bar flash. He responded! "Nice looking ass! Unlock?" I hit the unlock button then the E-Mail again and sent: "Thanks! It loves to be fucked and filled" He unlocked his pics and I looked at them. He was very tall and thin and sinewy looking but with a little bit of a belly. He had nnumerous tattoos and even though he was medium dark complected you could see vascularity in his legs especially. His reply came back quickly: "I'd love to pump a hot load in you" I was now very excited and replied: "You want to knock up my neg, married ass?" His answer: "Hell yeah!" I replied: "can you host?" His answer: "No, can you?" Damn... I replied: "No. You ever go to the bookstore booths" His reply email: "Yes, which ones do you like?". We made arrangements for a time to meet up at the bookstore which brings me back to where I started. I got there, and purchased $10 in tokens then went to booth #7, put the tokens into the machine, set the channel and took off my shoes and clothes and laid down on the bench. As I was waiting, there were several false starts, or as I like to call them "Looky loos". People who stick there head in and look, then quickly leave. I always wonder what these people are looking for. I imagine some just aren't into an older chub. Probably others are looking to suck or be fucked themselves and not interested in a bottom. And some maybe are just looking for an empty booth that someone had left playing with extra tokens. Whatever. Eventually I heard the door open and someone came in, then I heard the latch slide closed. Promising! Even more promising he started dropping tokens in the machine, signalling that he was planning to stay for a while. I couldn't clearly see who it was but I was sure hoping it was the guy from bbrts. The only light was coming from the screen playing one of the tranny videos, which are what I like to watch a lot when I am in the booths. I was wearing nothing but jock underwear and I had left a bottle of lube on the other bench. The visitor moved closer and I could feel his hands start to touch my back and butt. Then I heard the lube bottle being pumped and felt a finger start to invade my ass. Pushing in, then pulling out, then two fingers in, then three. Then pulled back out. Long, slim, bony fingers. I think it is the guy I am supposed to meet. Then I started to feel his dick head sliding in my crack until it found my hole and started to slip in. Even though I was well lubed and stretched and he had applied plenty of lube to his big dick it burned a little as my hole was stretched open. He was at least as big around as my biggest plug. Slowly he slid inside until he was all the way in. Yep, every bit as long as my biggest dildo too. I couldn't help but let out a moan that was loud enough to hear over the porn playing as he bottomed out and I felt his pubes against my smooth ass. He waited a few seconds for me to accommodate him then started to pull back out causing me to moan again. Then he pushed back into me hard and started to work his dick in and out. He pounded my ass hard for probably at least 10 minutes, his big balls slapping against my taint and me making little noises as I was being used. Then his pace picked up and I noticed his breathing start to get more heavy. He then stopped all the way in and I could feel his dick start to throb and hot jets of cum being blasted deep inside me. He stayed inside me and didn't pull out. After a few seconds to recover I felt him start to move in me again. This time it took him at least 20 minutes before I felt him unload in me again. Just in time because right after he did the tokens ran out and he left without saying a word, leaving me to get dressed in the dark in the booth, the only light coming from the "insert tokens" message on the screen. As I walked out of the bookstore I could feel his cum leaking out of my abused hole and the rest of the day I had that "just fucked" feeling. I didn't know if I would hear from him again, but when I got home I logged onto bbrts and sent him a message thanking him for the loads. I was very pleased when about an hour later I got a reply back: "Meet me there again tomorrow" To be continued?

I would love to see you presenting, but I think I'd want to get my face into your sexy ass firt to see if I could taste any loads..

Doggy at the edge of the bed so I can stand for better leverage. My BF likes to be fucked on his back at the edge of the bed so I can stand but he can still see my face.

Nearly everybody likes a big Dick: that’s hardly news. But really, if you’re into barebacking (and I am), it’s really more about getting the cum or piss that the top produces into all my holes ASAP. If it were just about size, I could just buy a bunch of dildos.

I'm with @WelshBBCigarFuck as top or bottom. For me, the connection is amplified when two men stare into each other's eyes at the moment of breeding.

This is great news, this is my fave place in Berlin. I am thinking of going as soon as it opens up again as I have been double vaxed.

Well spelled out. you hit exactly the point. For my part I feel the same.

When I tested positive for HIV, it all changed. I was a married man who was cheating on my wife with someone from work. I started an affair with this hot guy from work who made my feelings about being homosexual all change . We both started to chase at the same time. And this affair lasted two years when he won . Not to long before the party he was out from work. He seroconverted around the time of the party. At a holiday party we both screwed each other and soon after I seroconverted. We had both tested negative in our last tests . I tested positive in January. When I was told, I knew it would be that I would be positive. I too had a hardon leaving the doctors office. My wife soon divorced me for the affair. And outed me to family and friends. That was six years ago. I love being POZ!

Great start, already hooked... 👍

Good for you bro. Take the loads naturally the way it was meant to be. I'm not on prep and have easily taken over 20,000 loads in my ass since age 13. It's about having a good time and enjoying the pleasure of another man's cum inside you!

I do believe so

Information update as of 11th July, 2021 from planetromeo group Ajpnia (was busy, so sorry for any delay when posting) Baustellenbegegnung - Kaffee Liebe Freunde und Gäste des Ajpnia, am Sonntag, den 18.07.2021 von 14:00 Uhr bis ca. 18:00 Uhr starten wir wieder mit unserem Baustellen Café. Wenn auch immer noch keine reguläre Öffnung in Sicht ist, gibt es doch dadurch die Möglichkeit ein wenig zu verweilen und bei Kaffee und Kuchen gemeinsam ein wenig Zeit zu verbringen. Wir freuen uns auf einen Besuch. Euer Ajpnia e.V. Construction Site Café Dear friends and guests of Ajpnia, on Sunday, July 18th 2021 from 2 p.m to 6 p.m. we will again start with our 'Construction Site Café'. Though no regular opening schedule is seen right now, this will give an opportunity to meet again and shre some time together with coffee and cake. We appreciate your visit. Your Ajpnia e.V. team Stay tuned for further information 😉

I went there on a Saturday evening. It was their Poz friendly night. It is quite small but I felt it was quite friendly - I preferred this place to some of the larger venues. Down stairs were all the action seemed to be and the mixed crowd of older men, certainly got me going. There were some aids bone candidates, thin and vascular who were happily fucking some guys raw on the makeshift mattresses. I did spot a nice older bear with a hot scorpion tat above his dick, but he seemed to be fucking covered. I was topping that evening so there were a couple of nice arses in the air ready to take my dick, which was nice. We ended up leaving after a couple of hours to go to Der Boiler which if I had my way again I would have stayed to enjoy the fun. Next time in Berlin I will be here for the whole evening. X

Being a pig…for me. When I first started having sex I did the basics…I got sucked and sucked dick. I fucked, occasionally. I remember some men thinking I was a “dirty” guy for I swallowed cum and I rimmed ass before I fucked. Now I do a lot more… On my blog I once called bringing my cock out of a man’s ass to his mouth The Pig Test. I think it’s a good starting point for me. It’s a freeing of having ‘respectable’ sex. And if you’ve cleaned out properly, the lube your ass produces is delicious. I love the juices men make. I love the taste of them and the feel. I don’t think it’s about uncleanliness. I don’t want pits to reek of not having been washed for 4 days. Sweat only smells bad when it has been on the body for a time and becomes full of bacteria—I want you to start freshly showered and we will make the sweat by having vigorous sex. Then I will be licking those pits every chance I get. They are full of pheromones—the very thing that gets our cocks hard. And I hope you would want to taste the desire on my tongue. Piss is different than urine. Watersports pigs dilute the urine by drinking water or beer or fruit juice so it is almost clear piss. And it’s about sensation. I love to fuck a man on my bench, pull out and coat his ass with my piss. For him, it is suddenly warm and wet. And it causes me to rim him all over again. Piss in the mouth – it’s about what is coming out of a dick—this never ending cumshot of fluid pouring into you. Not to mention the head rush of serving the man delivering it completely. And then there is felching. I was sure I would never do that. Larry Kramer made it sound so disgusting in Faggots. And then it happened to me by chance in a bathhouse. A man I was rimming pushed the load he’d just taken into my mouth. I came on the spot. And was hooked… My chosen screenname sums up the sexual adventurer I have become embracing the pigginess that fuels my sex drive.

When it Raynes it Pours By Hozzel "Ben, Ben, you'll never guess what I did today!" Almost to his apartment, Ben Ramar was accosted yet again by Rainy Rayne. She darted across the street, dodging parked cars. One honked. He had almost made it to the worn steps when she scampered up and took hold of his arm. "I had four boys today! Four! It was great! I'd love to show you what we did." She hopped eagerly, tugged and almost pulled him over. Short, petite, today Rainy was barefoot and bare-legged beneath a black stretch mini. Only one button latched her light-blue denim jacket, just below her firm breasts. Her bleach-blonde hair, short on the sides and spiked on top, cascaded down her neck to the top of her back. Appearing to be a teenager, lines on her face and neck hinted her true age. "Rainy," Ben said, pulling his arm free, "I love your stories but I can't do anything with you. I'm married." He stepped up to the door, turned the rusty knob. "But, but –" she said, "– I know it'll be OK!" "Look," he turned to her. "I haven't the faintest idea why you'd be interested in someone like me. I'm an ordinary guy. I could stand to lose a bit of weight. I'm married and I'm maybe ten, fifteen years older than you." Rainy was always telling Ben who she had sex with, what they did, how it felt, and especially how much she wanted him. She was an enthusiastic, raging butterball of sex hormones that refused to stop. He just didn't get her. Sometimes he thought she was deranged or something but another part of him said she was simply a wild woman who had set her sights on him because he was unobtainable. He turned the doorknob again. It slid noisily in its collar. Rainy wuffed in right after him. "Rainy, please. Go." "Ben, she stays." What? Just inside, his wife Linda was tucked up on one of the big lounge chairs. She peeked above her glasses, set her black ebook reader down. Linda was so devastatingly beautiful Ben's heart ached when he gazed upon her: long black hair and green eyes, red lips, a voluptuous body with long legs to die between. But she had a stern attitude – no one messed with her – and he gave her as much of her way as possible. He even waited on her, did much of the cooking and cleaning. He pampered her and she just soaked up the attention. Unfortunately, despite his repeated loving attempts, they had not had any type of intimate activity in a long time. When he reached toward her, she was stone. When he said something nice, it bounced off her invisible force field. When he tried to gift her, she just silently accepted as if entitled. Still, however, he loved her and was not about to cheat on her, especially in front of her! So, now, he wondered, what the hell was up? Rainy squealed and jumped. "I really want to show you what I did with the boys today!" She tugged his arm again and hopped again. "No!" he said, shrugging her off. Rainy had never been this bold before. Their brief encounters had always occurred outside his flat. He felt extremely uncomfortable. His stomach was not in a good place. He said in a lower voice, "Are you crazy?" Linda stood, the chair creaked. As she strode across the carpet, her long legs swirled beneath a black and red velvet robe. From what he could see, she appeared to be naked beneath. That would be true Linda, too: 'Looketh but thou shalt never toucheth!' "Ben, I want you to fuck Rainy right here, right now." She pointed a tapered finger at him and narrowed her eyebrows. "Don't deny it, I know you've been secretly wanting to do that for a long time – " "No I haven't," he interjected. "– and I know she has it bad for you." Linda stood taller, placed fists on her hips, relaxed her face. "Heaven knows why. You're not exactly a great catch." She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard. He winced. With gritted teeth, she said, "You better fuck her well, too." She turned. "I'll watch." "See! I told you it was ok. You just gotta have faith!" Rainy stepped close again, pressed her tiny body against his. She reached down, her fingers encircled his cock through pleated trousers. Despite his best efforts, he had already responded. Rainy laughed, "Oh goody!" "Cooperate, Ben. Do her, right here, right now, right in front of me." He could not believe it! This was his wife? "But –" Linda squeezed his shoulder painfully again. "Ow, shit!" "Just do her, Ben. I'm going to enjoy watching." She turned, robe swirled again. Her throne creaked when she sat. Like the Queen, Linda motioned with her hand. "Continue." Rainy popped the button on her jacket and tossed it aside. Ben was amazed a woman with such a small frame could hold boobs that large. Big, round, firm, they quivered invitingly. Her small nipples crinkled, needing to be sucked, areolas large and brown. He could not take his eyes off them to look at the rest of her. She unzipped and dug her left hand into his pants and began to squeeze and rub his guilty hard-on. "Oh, bloody hell," he said. "You just can't do this." "Yes I can," she said softly as she knelt down. "You have to, your wife said." She smirked and fished out her prize. He squirmed. She squealed. "I've gone to heaven and hit the jackpot. I knew it! Linda, you were right. He's gorgeous!" She stared as if Ben's cock had hypnotized her. She paused, tipped her head, then knelt further down. Rainy ran her tongue up from the stem to the tip, smiling with laughing eyes. He became hardest within seconds, pointing straight up, the tip nearly touching his navel. "Hmmm…oh boy! You're hung like a horse! I know some guys who'd kill for one like this. I knew you'd be worth it." She stretched her little mouth wide and quickly engulfed him. Beneath his stunned gaze, her head bobbed. Her hand held the base and her other hand was also busy doing something nice with my balls. "Told you," he heard Linda say. Ben had to admit it felt good. Better than good, actually. Rainy was clearly accomplished and her tongue seemed to know the right spots to make him quiver and jerk despite being seen by his wife. The nerves simply enhanced the pleasure. Soon she pulled back and said, "I love this. Do you like it? How does that feel? I did this with the boys today. It's great!" And down again. And up again. She looked up him. "Does that feel good?" She licked him. "I love it! This is so great! I've been wanting to do this for so long." Down again. Gulp, gulp, lick, lick, suck, suck. She looked up with laughing eyes while she worked. Eventually she pulled back, took a deep breath causing those lovely orbs to rise. While she unbuckled his belt, she said, "I'm such a slut! And I love it!" From behind, Linda said, "You are indeed, Rainy. I've seen you. You're a bad little sluthoney, a real cumbucket." "Sure am!" Rainy laughed and dropped his pants. He gawked at Linda. "You saw it?" "Ben, don't you dare turn away! Make her feel great." Rainy looked up with her blue eyes while she sucked. He thought again, This could not possibly be happening! and My wife really is kinky. and Why didn't I know? Rainy went into overdrive for a minute, mouthing him quickly as if she could not get enough. She pumped his cock with her small jewelled fist and sucked at the same time. Perfect. His knob grew taught and deep purple. His body jerked and shuddered. It wouldn't take much. Shortly she withdrew and stood, unhooked her skirt. She was naked underneath, too. Her hips were narrow, bony and her legs trim; she had coloured her thin pubic hair bright green. Grasping his cock again, she went back to sucking with even further unbridled enthusiasm. Privately, Ben admitted there is no substitute for an exuberant woman. Why, oh why couldn't Linda be like that for him? "Ben!" his wife barked, "Clothes off!" Rainy took momentary breath. "This is great!" More sucking. Another breath, "You have to!" And another, "You are gunna come so fuckin' hard for me." He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room – it landed on the sofa – as Rainy pushed his socks and shoes off. She stood, reached, encircled her arms around his neck. With a hop she jumped up as hard as she could. He caught her in time. Her little ass was poised above his throbing erection. She was so tiny and light he could have lifted her himself with no effort. "I'm ready," she breathed. "Put it in, put it in right now. Come on, come on." She squirmed and tried to lower herself onto him. He didn't think he could do it so he put her down onto her feet. Her small hands grasped his biceps and she looked up with big blue eyes, wondering, begging, almost pouting. He had not heard anything: Linda thumped him. He tripped, released Rainy, fell down onto the floor, rolled onto his back. His legs flailed. "Shit!" "Stay there!" she ordered. "On your back, you useless male slut. Rainy, fuck the life out of him." That was humiliating. Had his wife turned dominatrix? She hovered above like a giant statue, hands on hips, robe not quite reveleaing her naked beauty beneath. "Stop staring at me. Stare at her!" He did not feel as if he had a choice here. He was going to be raped by a pretty girl and brutally bossed about by his gorgeous, stern wife. As if she had read his mind, Rainy said, "You heard the mistress! I gotta do this." She jumped, legs wide across his hips, slapped her small hands on his chest, fingers spread. Grinning, eyes closed, head up, she lowered herself onto his thick cock. He didn't go in at first so she pushed and wriggled and pulled her lips apart until finally he popped in. He groaned. She yelped. She was also amazingly tight or he was too engorged. Rainy cheered and bounced until he was completely rooted inside her. Looking up, all he could see was her frizzed hair, big smile and those big boobs. Linda stood behind, staring down at them both. He reached for those orbs. "Yummy," she said. "Ooooh, yes, that feels wonderful! I have wanted to fuck you for such a fucking long time! Yeah, do that, do that." She moved forward and back in short sharp motions, rubbing her clitoris on his hairy pelvic bone. Her breasts flowed in his hands, a warm, delicious feeling. "Oh yeah, love it, love it. Um, this is so fucking good!" She started to pant with each fucking movement. "I'm gonna so come like mad. I did this – with some of the boys." She closed her eyes and groaned. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. Great!" Huff, huff, huff. "Help her out, fuck back!" Linda ordered. She disappeared and the chair creaked again. Ben half-heartedly moved his hips up and down. It would not have been difficult to throw Rainy off, she was so light, but he could not disappoint Linda and he still felt stunned. "Yes! That's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Rainy ground fast now. "Come on, go, go, ooooo, unnnng, uh uh uh uh." She suddenly threw up her head and yelled very loudly, "Yesssss!! That's it! Oh my fucking God! I'm coming!" She pumped her small body up and down as she shuddered. Ben could feel her internal muscles contract in orgasmic rhythm. "Wow, that was great!" she panted, "More ..." and she laid those magnificent breasts on him. Her hips moved again, forcing his engorged cock to slide in and out. He held her arms. "The boys did me doggy –" puff puff, " – and they got ... on top of me," more puffs, "and ... they fucked me and fucked me." She pulled at him, trying to roll them over but she was way too small. "Even ... in my ... ass. I came so much!" Linda said with a breathy voice, "Ben, you have to make her come again." He rolled them both over. Rainy's legs pressed against his hips. His feet were still pointed at Linda, so he had no idea what she was doing other than watching. But he heard her chair protest from time to time. He proceeded to fuck the small woman as ordered. "Harder. Really give it to me. Come on!" She fucked up at him as hard as she could, her hips slapping loudly. He grunted in time to his own thrusts. Her legs came around his body, her knees drew up and she pounded her heals into his heaving buttocks. "Go, go, that's it … keep doing that ... ung … uh … ugh! yes! … fuck me … great … great … oooh yes, ooooo!!!" And she wrenched her little bucking body with another orgasm. But he didn't come. He was still stunned by this situation and how fast it had happened. Here he was, having sex with a beautiful, fantastically horny woman right in front of his own wife, who demanded that he did what he was doing. He felt both degraded and ecstatic, guilty and lustful, humiliated and elated. The world had tipped to the side. Would he fall off? As if she, too, had read his mind, Linda called out, "Ben, I want to see you come! Keep that tight hairy ass moving!" He now panted himself as he fucked Rainy. Noisy minutes passed. Rainy had another orgasm, then, chest heaving, he rose off her. When he turned, he saw the shock of his life. Linda's robe was wide open. Her beautiful breasts were exposed, her stomach rippled, her legs spread wide, her hand vigorously frotted at her crotch. Her eyes were wide and stared. "Don't just stand there, fuck her and come! I have to see it." Yes, ma'am! he thought. Rainy scrambled up, still breathing heavily, those lovely large tits heaving. She sucked him again but it didn't last long before she spun around onto hands and knees facing away from Linda. She wiggled her arse at him. "Come on, doggy me! Woof!" He paused. A large red and orange fire breathing dragon tattoo covered Rainy's back. The tail snaked right down in between her round cheeks. She wriggled invitation again. He bent down behind her, grasped her hipbones, reinserted himself into her slick passage and started pummelling. He could not only fuck faster and harder this way but also use his arms and hands to move her body, too. "Oh yes!" cried Rainy, "That's it. Yeah, yeah, go for it. Fuck me. Fuck me faster, pump it into me, fuck that prick, come on, go! Do it, yeah, fuck my cunt. I love it! This is great!" He couldn't miss it when she came. He held still as she emitted a long, rolling "Aaaaaaaaaa" sound. When she finished, she pushed back at him. "More, for fuck's sake! More!" It took less than a minute before the next orgasm swamped her. Suddenly, from behind, Ben heard a familiar gasp and moan. He twisted his head while still slapping furiously into Rainy and saw Linda's body contorted and shaking, eyes shut, her long-fingered hand clutching her pussy, middle finger pressed deep inside, working. Her large breasts heaved with her deep orgasmic breaths. Seeing his wife like that set him off. "Ungh!" He grunted and shot into Rainy. "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! I'm coming, too!" and with that she started a high-pitched howl as she kept fucking back on his throbbing stick. When they slowed and stopping moving, Linda said, "There. Now you have someone to fuck. You can stop feeling sorry for yourself. Oh, don't deny it, Ben. I've known for a long time. I've known exactly how I have treated you and how you feel about me, how much and how often you want to stick that wet dick up my cunt. Forget it. You're my cuckold and you'll stay that way." Still rooted inside Rainy, he turned and almost glared at Linda. What crappy things to say. Cuckold, indeed. But still … this experience felt amazing. She said, "Get your mind off me and get out of your funk. Go fuck my sluthoney friend there if you need it. I don't know why she's got the hots for you, but she does, so go ahead. You both have my permission and love. But treat her with respect!" Linda actually laughed. "But –" he started to say. "Ben, I know you love me. And part of me loves you, too, but there's a lot more to me than you know. And right now, I can't give you want you've yearned for. Rainy is my official sub, my sexual surrogate." He shook his head, tried to clear it. The cobwebs stuck. Linda chuckled, "Of course, you never know what else might happen." Still connected to Ben, Rainy turned her head and said to Linda, "How's Mr. Brennon?" "I like him, but he's not good being tied up yet. And he hates the whips." Linda chuckled. Tied up? Whips? "Linda," he said, "what do you mean? Whips?" Her grim nod was her only answer. Rainy pulled forward then they stood up. "Can we show Ben your dungeon?" she said. "Dungeon?" he blurted. "There's more to me than you know," his beautiful, panting wife said. He was still hard and dripped. Rainy grinned then jumped up on him again. This time he held her while standing, eased her down onto his pole and speared deepr. Linda had given him the green light so from now on he would fuck little Rainy Rayne, whenever she wanted it and maybe whenever he wanted it, too. He would do her for hours right in front of Linda and he would enjoy Linda getting off some more watching them, if that's what she wanted, which it seemed. And later, he would make damn sure to learn about her dungeon and secret activities. "Just wait until I tell Bianca," Rainy giggled as she moved on his pole. "We're gonna have a fuckin' threesome." And then she started moaning as he bounced her rapidly up and down. "Oh, and Ben," his lovely wife called, "I'll have you down in the dungeon when one of my friends visits tonight. You can attend to him on my orders. I'll love watching him take your ass." ### April, 2007

Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

None of the clubs, bars and the one left sauna will advertise as 'barebacking location' to avoid drawing unwished attention of law enforcements. Nevertheless, using condoms seems to be mostly outdated, so you might find a bunch of guys who don't use condoms. During the last years I only encountered approx 5 of some hundreds that wanted to play safe.

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Thank you for don't judging me

Great story and sexual development. Love Katie 's roommate's and can't wait to see what they think up after getting the straight guy give a blow job.

The 2nd chapter just as exciting as the first. Thanks for sharing.

Hot…I’ve taken quite a few anon loads this year

Did the park again last night after a month away and sucked off a homeless guy and got bred by a second one. A year ago I never thought I’d go this far but the sketch factor keeps bringing me back.

As it should be!

Oh....I've got a fetish for this!

sorry its been a while work + personal stuff has been kicking my ass lately so not been writing but here is part 11 i hope you enjoy, once again i apologise for grammar and spelling i blame the dyslexia Part 11 Its was starting to get light when Gray stumbled on to the porch. the Uber ride had been hell, Gray spending nearly the whole journey starring at the driver's crotch, he hoped the guy had not noticed but the cheeky wink from the guy as he adjusted himself told him otherwise. Gary had had to force himself with a herculean effort to leave the car before he cheated on his husband with another guy tonight but the drivers parting words “I'm in the area all day and night if you need another ride” stuck with him sending a wave of heat and lust though his body and his mind racing. The house was quite as he slipped inside fumbling with the keys and slamming the bolt home putting a solid barrier between him and the uber driver. Gray called out but still no sound but he could tell the house was devoid of life, Jason must have left for work early not uncommon for his husband the schedule of an emergency surgeon was hectic and he would likely be home late if at all tonight. Gray moved up the stairs to his room, he felt sick and sweat was beading up on his skin as a fever built inside of him. he pushed though it and set up the computer making quick work of the security and altering his records... As far as S.R.A.R.G knew he had never been to Gentech he was on sick leave with a virus and was not due in for a week. He closed the computer and moved to the bed collapsing on the covers as his body spasmed with pain he let out a feeble cry as he slipped into unconsciousness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 14 hours later Night had again fallen over the Gentech building as three men in black tactical gear watched a cleanup crew finish welding the elevator door shut before chaining the main doors closed. The building was to be abandoned after the incident as it was deemed too dangerous to go down into the labs at that time. The company could wait for now and retrieve their prize when it was safe, it wasn’t like anything could get out of the locked down labs. And there talented spin team would make up a convincing story of why Gentech had closed its doors. The three men watched as the clean-up crew drove off, leaving them to guard an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. Andy was the first to speak. pulling the bulky helmet free, the early summer heat lingering from the day causing him to sweat his short dark hair plastered to his head “this is bull shit!” One of the others looked over at the dark-haired man’s outburst and raised an eyebrow with a faint smirk “problem Andy?” “Don’t give me that smirk Shiro, I had plans tonight, instead I'm called in to guard a building no one cares about just in case!” Andy shot back at the Japanese man leaning against the door, who just shrugged he looked like he was about to say something back when the third man cut in. His voice was deep and gravely thanks to a 30-year cigar habit, but when he spoke people listened “Boy shut it I don’t want to hear about court side seats an Shiro don’t wind the boy up or he will be whining all night like his old lady” Andy scowled up at Karl, the man lit one of his large cigars and stared back his eyes cold. Karl was massive at least 6;3 and built like a brick shit house. Andy remembered Gray calling him the ultimate Daddy when the teams were on a night out together and Karl had turned up in jeans, boots, white t-shirt and a leather waistcoat. Andy though he looked more like a biker with the tats, piercings and the full beard all of which were against regulations but Karl got away with it. Andy shook his head his face red like a child that had just been told off, and threw the helmet at Karl’s feet “fuck you Karl I'm gona go patrol” The large man just let out a little chuckle and watched Andy storm off, Shiro looked a little uncomfortable his lithe form pushing from the plate glass window to follow the disgruntled man “he looked upset Karl maybe we should....” The massive man cut him off with a large plume of smoke and a waved hand “boy needs to cool off let him be ….. nuffin but glow bugs out here, an it aint like the glow bugs are gona hurt him” Andy walked into the darkness cursing under his breath “fucking Karl fucking Shrio this is bull shit” he was supposed to be court side right now watching a game on a weekend away from the wife and kids. Now he was stuck here for the night and in the morning, back to the home that felt more like a prison, a wife that seemed to take perverse glee in making him feel like shit and the screaming children who never gave him a moments piece. Andy sighed how he wished he could escape his life of mediocrity. but he was trapped, had been since he was eighteen and too scared to do anything about it. Too scared to see or venture into the world past his picket fence prison, bar those few glorious weekends away that kept him sane. He was at the back of the building before he broke from his thoughts he must have been walking for a while because the building was massive and he could barely see anything in the darkness but the small concrete walkway leading around the building and the concrete wall to his right towering above him. To his left a sea of tall grass, evidently landscaping only happened to areas the public could seeand no fucking lights just his luck. Oh, and firefly's the bugs were everywhere some large clumps of them seemed to be massed in the grass ahead pulsing with that toxic green light. Andy shrugged and turned on a shoulder light before moving further but it did little just casting deeper darker shadows around him and robbing him of his night vision. He got to a large concrete pillar and looked around no one was back here who would be. Even if he shouted, he doubted Karl and Shiro would hear him, he pulled his radio out and thumped the receiver “I'm at the back of the building all quite” Shiro's voice came back sounding almost out of breath “yeah ….cool nothing .. here either” there was a pause and what sounded like a slapping noise and a sharp intake of breath “you.... coming ... back round?” Andy was confused about the strange cadence of Shiro’s voice but just shook his head not knowing or really caring what the guy was up to. Probably push-ups or jogging to stay awake of something like that "in a bit it's going to take me some time to get back anyways” “kay.. Take.. Your time” another quite gasp and what sounded like a grunt from Karl before the radio fell silent. Andy clipped it back to his belt and turned to the wall pulling down his fly and exposing his cock to the hot humid night air and aimed it towards the post his back to the grass. He let out a soft sigh as he felt the pressure release. Golden liquid splashed onto the wall, that’s when the Makers Large slate grey hand covered his mouth and an arm wrapped around his waist pinning his arms, pulling him backwards and up. Andy tried to scream but only a muffled noise got past the hand, he kicked out at the creature who had once been Alverez as it moved Infront of him. the piss still fountaining from his dick in chaotic arcs as he kicked and struggled covering both him and now Alverez, the warm golden droplets glinting like diamonds in the toxic green pulsing light of the creatures' veins as It dripped down the muscular slate grey form. Alverez let out a soft keening purr as his newly transformed dick rose in pleasure at the sensation and began to rip apart the struggling man's piss-soaked combats. Andy screamed louder into the hand, fighting more against the steel grip of the maker who was pulling his head back further he could feel this creature's dick pushing into his back the sheer size of it near comprehendible. Its long tongue licking his cheeks and ears as its hot breath washed over his face. The fabric fell away with the belt and radio into the tall grass, Alveraz moved in licking Andy's exposed neck his long fingers started to work on the reinforced vest his steel hard dick rubbing Andy's taint and nudging up against his ass as the man struggled leaving a trail of tar like precum in its wake. The vest came free causing the masters grip slip sending Andy to the ground hard winding him. the terrified man tried to shout out but only wheezed. In panic he lunged for the radio his fingers scant millimetres away when a hand closed over his ankle like a vice and pulled him back. Andy spun and kicked out at the hand of thing grabbing him. He looked up intent of sending a kick to the creatures' face but his eyes locked with the Alverez and stopped. his became face a mask of horror and he froze mid kick. He recognized Alverez and the sight of what was once college a friend had become, his mind not able to process it he just stopped stunned like a deer in oncoming headlights. Alverez took that moment to move forward as fast as a striking snake and locked lips with the human. Andy tried to struggle screaming as he tried to push the creature off as its tongue invaded pushing past his lips into his mouth, its saliva working its way into him its effects coming on fast. Andy gaged as the creatures' tongue and spit hit the back of his throat, the screaming and thrashing subsided replaced with a soft moan of pleasure his hands moving over the creature's muscles like corded steel. Alverez pulled back to a kneeling position and looked into the Humans now glazed eyes staring back at him. Andy was confused unable to recall why he was so scared he knew he should be scared to be repulsed but it was hard to think his mind felt foggy. instead, he just lay on the grass staring at the slate grey Adonis kneeling by his feet not even able to put his thoughts into words. The creature that was once Alverez had changed so much from his bulky Mexican he had known. Now his slate skin was pulled tight on overly defined steel hard muscles as if all his fat had wasted away, making him look gaunt. his body covered in a spiderweb of black blood vessels pulsing in that toxic light, the thick hair of his chest, legs and arms still there but now jet back just like his eye's which were pools of obsidian darkness Andy took it all in with a strange fear and hunger. He bit his lip as he felt a heat a lust building in him it was like he was 18 again driven only by hormones and need. He knew he needed this creature this god in ways he did not understand ways that made him ache inside. His hands moved to his t-shirt and he pulled it off the sweat soaked fabric. Exposing a stocky hairy body with a definite paunch caused by lack gym of too many late-night beers, stress and lack of real sleep. His once sculpted body had been taken from him by life and responsibilities. Shame seemed to cut though fog in his mind, Andy had hated his body for years and now seeing this creatures sculpted perfection and the second looming behind it. he tried to cover himself to hide the body he was ashamed of. Seeing this Alverez let out another soft growl and moved forwards his hands pulling Andy's above the man's head and pinning them in the grass with one hand as the second stroked the human's hairy chest and now rock-hard cock. The creature looked deep into his eyes before moving into another kiss. Andy did not resist and simply moaned giving himself to the creature fully. The others circled in the grass watching and longing for the human but knowing this was Alverez first and not to interfere of the maker would punish them so they move to each the three stroking, kissing, sucking and fucking as Alverez brought another into the fold with the help of the maker. Alverez’s lips moved from Andy's and down his tongue licking every inch it could reach of the writhing humans' body. Detouring to lick and snuffle the humans intoxicating moist pits before moving on to the sensitive pink nipples causing the human to shudder, buck and moan at the sensations. soon its mouth enveloped the moaning man's member, he began to suck and lick keening with pleasure at the taste of the pure precum leaking into its mouth, Andy's eyes flew open for a moment as Alverez's tongue began to explore and probe first his taint then ass and he let out a small almost sob of pleasure as the tongue circled then darted inside, before closing his eyes and whimpering, now unaware of the world outside of the new pleasures being inflicted on him. The maker knelt next to Andy and moved the man's head to the side so he could to lick and suckle on the end of its toxic dick. The maker moaned at the sensation and it began to push the infected meat further down the human throat. Andy choked and gaged at the size his mouth stretched and his jaw ached at the effort distracting from the fact the sensation had stopped around his ass. Alverez had now pulled back and had placed the head of his massive tainted member against Andy's hole, it looked giant in comparison to the small opening and the toxic head was already leaking its vile fluids with just the thought of taking this man's virginity and transforming him, Alverez pushed forwards feeling the opening futile resistance. Andy’s eyes went wide and he tried to scream around the huge cock in his mouth, at the pressure of something the size of a mans fist trying to force its way inside His virgin hole. This was beyond any pain he had ever experienced. He tried to struggle and escape as his mind cleared by the pain of what was happening to him. But Alverez’s hands were on his hips now and the creature pulled back with one swift motion hammering his deadly tool home. Andy felt the moment his ass give way to what felt like a molten fist of steel tearing him apart. The white-hot pain making him thrash and spasm unable to scream around the makers tool still pumping in and out of his throat. After only a few seconds the pain seemed to morph the initial wave of white-hot Agony replaced with strange burning pleasure radiating from where Alverez cock now nestled leaking its toxin inside him the virus spreading into the blood and tissues of the man changing him with even this small amount of exposer, As the toxic member pumped back and forth rubbing its poisoned load him Andy began to moan again as the maker pulled its cock from his lips. Alverez put his arms under the humans and pulled him back, on to his lap fulling impaling him as he thrust up relentlessly. Andy cried out at the sensation and wrapped around the creature's neck as he rode and ground ageist the massive dick pummelling and tearing up his insides as more and more of Alverez's venom filled and changed him. He was finding it hard to think past the haze of pleasure, to even understand what was happening as pieces of him slipped away into the fog worries, stresses and memories that he had once thought important that had held him back for years washed away by the tide of change. After what could have been minuets, hours, years …. There was a moment of stillness as he looked into Alverez eyes, the creature on the edge of Agony and pleasure as Andy felt the toxic member inside him swell full of cum and change. He knew what that meant what was about to happen to him and he somehow was at peace with it he knew he had wanted to escape his life and this was an … his escape. With his last remnants of his human mind and his last true thoughts as this Andy, he slammed his hips down with a shout of defiance forcing the Toxic member deeper inside himself and sending his grey god over the edge. There was a brief moment where his mind understood the consequences of the decision he had made in heat of passion. As he felt the pulsing of the toxic cock spraying his ravaged insides with rope after rope of what felt like gallons of contaminated cum that part of him was consumed and changed, as the virus burned away what he was in the wake of the transformation it was wreaking on his body. Andy came at that moment the sensations too much for him his dick exploded ropes of the last pure cum, he would ever release in this world covering his and Alverez chest as he slumped forward whimpering and twitching as the true transformation began. he was pulled from the creatures softening dick, black corruption and blood spilling form his destroyed hole and laid in the grass once more, black veins racing from the point of infection his skin behind them taking on the slate gray tone. Alverez scooped and licked the fresh cum form his and Andy's writhing body, glowing brighter as he swallowed the creamy pure substance down letting out a moan of bestial pleasure and growing hard again. The Maker moved fast and took position between Andy's legs, ramming his dick home into the man's warm wet hole. the Maker knew they had little time and that this creation would be a failsafe if they were caught by the men who had confined and created him. He needed to ensure his DNA would spread and multiply. Andy hardly flinched at the invasion, the Maker worked swiftly there was no gentleness to this he was simply and brutally fucking and pounding using the transforming man's ass. He could feel black cum churning inside the man as more came frothing and leaking around his member the sensations pushing him over the edge, slamming its cock as far into the human as it would go, It came with a roar spraying the mans destroyed innards with more of the tainted black cum. Andys eyes flew open as he screamed again. His human eyes turning to pure black spheres. As the maker watched Andys fat reserves were drained away to fuel the rapid changes ripping though him, his skin was growing tort over defining muscles with the pop and crack of elongating limbs. the transformation was moving fast so much faster with the Maters superior potence driving it forward. The maker pulled out and stood looking down at the thrashing Man on the floor one last time. knowing with speed the transformation was happening he would be reborn into his new form soon. He would hunt and spread the infection ensuring their DNA would live on. The maker let out another shrike of triumph causing the others to move to him the excitement spreading amongst them Alverez looked down at his creation not wanting to leave him but knowing his place, he too joined the maker as they moved away from the place of their creation. Like a pack of wolves, they disappeared into the night on the pheromone trail of the brother who had escaped them. But not for long …..

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CTI-3 Meeting the Doctor I stood there for a moment trying to process what they fuck just happened, but I that was interrupted by a man in a white jacket coming in. He was a hot looking muscle daddy, grey hair at the temples, salt and pepper goatee and a hot muscled body. I looked at his crotch and he had a thick tube heading down his left leg. “Good afternoon young man. I’m Dr. Hazzard and I will be in charge of your treatment. I have read your case file and I see some very promising things in there” I just stood there silent. “I observed your first treatment and I have to say I am impressed with your quick response” “I though I was here to get rid of these urges?” “Young man, we use unconventional treatments to help with the urges. You will never get rid of them, but will be treated to be free when those urges happen” Again I was silent. “I noticed you checking me out when I came into your room. Your eyes gave you away. Your focus was at my crotch almost instantly” I swallowed. “You are a cock whore, I can tell, yes?” I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Yes?” He asked again “Yes” I replied. “Good. Now get on the bed, on your back and lift your legs up in the air. Expose your hole to me” As if almost hypnotized I did as the doctor instructed. He stepped closer and reached out, running his fingers around my hole. “I know you have had cucumbers up there as well as our fuck machine’s smooth rocket but have you had a real cock in there” “No sir” “That will change, soon!” “Orderlies” The two musclemen entered the rooms and without any other instructions, each grabbed an ankle and pulled my legs apart, wide apart. I watched between my legs as he unzipped his pants. His hand reached into the open zipper and pulled out his massive cock. It was already growing, it was thickening as it got longer. I could see the Doctor stroking it, pulling back the skin covering the head. “It’s time for both your cherries to be taken, your virgin hole and taking his first poz load” I could feel the doctor rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Teasing my hole. The orderlies were watching intently. Without warning the doctor pushed his thick cock into my hole, which resisted at first but quickly opened and allowed it to penetrate deep. The pain was intense. I started to breathe heavily and sweat. “Take the pain!” the doctor said. His cock stretched my hole, as the pain slowly subsided and pleasure replaced it. He pushed all the way in and slowly began to fuck me. I went to grab my hard cock and tried to stroke it by the doctor pushed it way. “You’re a bottom, your pleasure comes from your hole, not your cock. It is useless” His cock was pumping my hole at a steady pace. The pleasure was something I had never experienced, rippling through my body. “Squeeze your hole around my cock” the doctor said, “use your hole to pleasure the man in you, enhance his pleasure” I tightened my hole, squeezing then releasing over and over. I looked into his eyes as I did, trying to see if he liked it but his expression did not change, but I didn’t stop. “What do you want” he asked “I want your poz load, your disease” I replied repeating what I had heard from the video. He quickened his fucking of my hole. I could feel his pants rubbing against me as he thrusted all the way in. His cock was getting harder as he did it. “You must be sure this is the path you want to take,” “It is, I want to be free” He pumped harder and faster. His breathing had increased as he fucked me. “I’m going to inject you with your first exposure to HIV. This will be repeated multiple times a day until you convert” He pulled his cock out and rammed it all the way in. I felt his cock pulse and my inside was flooded by a hot fluid. His cock jumped hard as his cum shot out of his cock and into my hole. “Milk my cock” he said I squeezed as he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and my hole gaping. Something inside me wanted to be filled up again. The orderlies released my legs and left my room. “Rest up” the doctor said, “Tomorrow you have your first group therapy session” As he said this, his cock was slowly sliding out of my hole. I could feel it fall free and I reached down and ran my fingers around my opened, wet hole. I moaned as I felt it. I watched as the doctor tucked his cock back into his pants and zip up. “No jacking your cock tonight or pleasuring your hole” he said, “sleep” As he was shutting the door he said: “We will be watching”

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I always check out cock in urinals. I wear pink lace panties sometimes when I'm out cruising urinals and make sure that if the guy I'm checking looks back, he sees the panties. It's a great way to signal your intentions and it works a lot.

I went on PrEP about 30 months ago (Nov of 2014). I waited about 30 days before resuming sex. I specifically chose a first "PrEP Partner" based on his status----and as hoped/expected at that time, the drug worked as advertised. Once I was comfortable that the chemical condom was indeed going t protect me I went cock crazy to some degree. Any guy, anytime, anywhere----no questions. As some other have experienced, it was an amazing re-introduction to the world of less restrictive sex. Yeah, I also had to deal with gono and syph----for the first time (multiple times as it turns out). So everyone's reminder that while you may have HIV protection those other bugs are still waiting on you. Based on my desires, I made the decision to stop PrEP earlier this year. April 1, 2017 was my first PrEP free day since 2014 (I never missed even a single dose). On April 11, 2017, I was with my first post-PrEP partner. By my choice, it was the same man who was my first partner after going ON PrEP. On May 15, 2017 I tested HIV+ During my PrEP period I had hundreds of partners. That included 5-6 trips to Cumunion at P-House in Augusta, perhaps too many nights at Cheshire Bridge Hotel and Manifest in Atlanta, two wonderful visits to Berlin, and a wild weekend in Thailand. Not only that, but my own "network" of buddies and fuck-buddies grew as my reputation for slutish/pigish behavior grew. Bottom line, the stuff works. And if avoiding HIV infection is important to you, it does give you protection as you develop your own cum-slut ways.

That was your first load ever? What got you to bottom? Any reservations about it? How much did you know about the guy before you took his load?