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I agree. I haven't got up to over 1,000 load a year (but working on it!) but definitely take several hundred each year now, all bareback and still negative. Not sure about you, but while I've always been quite slutty, my load-craving ways have really gone into complete overdrive since then.

Chapter 14 I got to the side door and opened it. I saw a van and heard some noise coming from it. I went over and knocked on the back door. It opened. "hey, you having some fun in there with my boy?" "Dude, get out of here. We have him for 90 minutes to do with as we please. So get out of here." I heard a guy ask who was there and came to the door too. "Oh shit, this is the kids father. It was so hot how you helped that one dude fuck ur kid up with his nasty cock. Would you like to join us and get him really fucked up?" I thought for a moment and was like why the hell not. He's going to be worthless after tonight anyway. Then they opened the door for me to climb in. This van was like nothing I had ever seen. There were now 7 of us in the tight van. They had Austin completely restrained and a gag ball in his mouth. "Wouldnt it be best for us to use both holes and take the gag off him?" "Oh not yet, see he's been fighting us quite a bit since we said we were going to become brothers first. So once he joins our brotherhood we will take the gag and restraints off but for now he doesn't want to do this the easy way." I was confused but thought whatever. I then quickly learned what they meant. They filled the syringe with what I assume was T. But then they took the syringe and passed it around. Each person stuck it in their arm and pulled back a little. Now I understood what they meant by making him a brother. I saw Austin crying and I suddenly blurted out, "stop. This isn't right. Take the gag off." "Man we gonna do what we want. We own him right now." "I know, but trust me this isn't how you should do this. Take the gag off." They did. Austin goes, "thank you daddy." "Don't thank me son. You've been very bad. These men actually want you to be a part of them and this is how you act? Dont you think after what has gone on with you that you should be happy someone actually has any interest still in you? Now I think you owe these men an apology." "But Dad." "No, apology and ask them if they forgive you enough to still make you one of their brothers." Silence. Then suddenly, "Sorry guys. I know this might be a little too late but I am sorry. This is all new to me and I am scared. But I would like to be one of your brothers." "Alright, we will see if you truly are sorry. Take off all the restraints." They then proceeded to shoot him up with the blood mixed T. It wasn't long after and he too started begging them to use him like guys were Duke. I talked with the one guy while his buddies were tag teaming my son's hole. I asked about their status. He confirmed they all had high viral loads and agreed to not take meds. They get off on converting guys and found this method to be quite successful at getting guys to unleash their inner pig. I heard a knock on the door and a saying "time is up". "But we just got started." "Well the party is wrapping up here so I will need the goods back." The guy looked at me with a grin. "How would you feel if we took him back home with us for a bit? We can give you our number and address and $250 to keep him for the night/day. " "Make it $500 plus 10% commission on whoever u also sell him too." "Deal." We exchanged numbers and the guy text me the address to where my son would be going. I looked at Austin and sorta felt sad cause he was just laying there literally having no idea what was going on. I am sure when he broke out of the high he would truly realize his life was never going to be the same. With that I got out of the van and said Austin was going to go with them for now so we need not worry about him. We proceeded inside. Once inside is when I realized that Duke had taken over 100 loads. He looked completely exhausted and was sitting in a chair. As I approached he quickly got on his knees. I told him go get his stuff and get dressed. That's when I realized he had a giant size butt plug in him. My owner came out. "Hey where's he going?" "You said the party was done so I was telling him to get dressed." "Oh we arent' done with him he earned a trophy tonight for joining the 100+ load club." "A trophy?" "Yeah, Duke come here and lay down." In walked my friends to give him a tattoo. "Ok right here put the trophy with 100+ written on it and in the stand of the trophy write cum loads." My owner and I went to do the final calculations from all the money that was earned off Duke and Austin. We had taken in $6500... He kept $1300 and gave me $5200. We then went back to Duke and he was almost done. He looked so sad. We then proceeded to leave the shop and head home. Let me know if you think I should continue.

Part 3 Sorry been mental busy guys. The metal rattle of keys being shoved into a lock woke me from my light sleep. The cell blanket wrapped around my naked body and the pile of my piss soaked cloths lying in the corner brought my situation back to me in a rush. My heart started beating fast as I knew who was coming into the cells again and my cock sprung to life much to my disgust. He stepped in and again locked the door to the cells closed but this time he turned back to the door and taped a large sheet of paper over the view slot in the door. I also noticed a bag hanging at his waist caught on his belt beside his gun. He strode arrogantly over to my cell and pointed to the spot right in from of him. I knew what he wanted and hated myself for almost rushing over. But over I went there was no refusing his gesture. He stood there with an air of expectance and I raised my arms allowing the blanket to fall off my body as my hands went to the growing bulge in his trousers to unzip and allow his monster cock out again. My own cock was at full mast as I heard a sharp intake of breath from him as he viewed my naked body. His big cock sprang out and I took his knob into my mouth and started to work him more and more into my throat. Again my eyes teared and my breathing came in ragged gasps as his knob cut off my airway. He worked to about half way again and seemed satisfied as he withdrew and slowly pushed back again allowing me to catch a breath. For ages he just seemed to rock back and forth filling my mouth and throat with his thick cock. Throat slime was thick on his shaft and drooling down my front. “Up, face me and stand near the bars Boi”, he ordered in that deep voice that seemed to fill the cells. The noise of belts came to my ears as he delved into the bag but it wasn’t belts. A cold leather strap went around my upper thigh just below my crotch and buckled tight, this was repeated on my other leg. Next he knelt down and secured the same on my ankles. My cock was dripping and aching from the hardness. Another set of straps where attached to just above my knees and finally to each of my wrists. “Turn around and bring your ass against the bars boi” Again the bag rustled and suddenly he grabbed my ankle and pulled it against cell bar and i heard the click of a lock securing my ankle to cell bar. “Spread your legs boi” I did so and again a lock fastened my ankle to the cell bars. “Bend over boi and touch your ankles” His hands snaked through the bars and locked my wrist straps to steel loops in the ankle straps. There I was bent over, naked and wondering just what was going to happen next. The click of more locks and the straps at my knees and thighs where put into place and I found I was securely fastened against the cell bars hardly able to move. The cold bars bit into my flesh as I was so tightly secured against them. The rattle of keys made my head turn and from my upside down view he walked into the cell. There was something more in his hand that I could not make out. “Open your mouth boi”, he grunted and as I did my mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of rubber and a strap buckled at the back of my neck head it in place. My cock spurted more precum as I felt his abrasive hands roughly roamed over my body. He stood up and left the cell, locking the door again and returning to stand outside the bars in front of my ass. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I knew what he was planning. Sure the jokes had went round the team changing rooms and now I knew what he intended to do to me. Secured as I was there was nothing I could do, not even cry for help. Again the bag rustled, I heard the pop of a lid, cold sticky substance being pressed into my virgin hole by his thick finger and a deep growling groan coming from him. I tried to scream, cry, sob and tell him not to do this but it only worked the rubber ball deeper and more completely into my mouth. He stood up and his hard cock slapped against my ass as he had obviously gave it a jerk and used it like a baton to slap against my spread and vulnerable crack of my ass. I heard the hiss of a bottle opening and suddenly a strange smell filled the air and he was breathing very deeply and holding each breath. The cold on my ass suddenly warmed as I realised his huge hot knob was positioned against the virgin entrance of my body. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I could not move, I was bound against the bars of the cell and unable to scream. “Going to breed you boi, going to dump my load of hot cum deep in your virgin hole, going to bust your cherry ass wide open and make you bleed from my massive cock driving into your body “ Deeper inhaling followed that grunted statement and my brain suddenly release he wasn’t even going to wear a condom. The cold sweat for fear ran down my spine and onto my neck. The bars shuddered and he grabbed them and thrust his cock into my hole. Fire of pain shot through me as I was brutally impaled on his massive cock. Only his knob broke through the tight ring of my ass but I knew it wasn’t going to stop.

Does anyone else get more hungry for sex straight after giving or taking a load?

@rawffuk

On Monday I was cruising a few hook-up sites when someone messaged me a picture of a hard black cock, along with the message "Let's fuck". Of course I said "Hell yes" and gave him directions. When he arrived he didn't waste time talking and simply undressed, so I followed his lead. He was already half hard, so I sucked his cock to get it harder, but he just wanted to lube me up and spread my legs before sliding his full 8" of beautiful black cock into my mancunt from behind and fucked me long and hard until my little dick was leaking precum. After around 20 minutes of his pounding and me using my internal muscles to massage his shaft he shot his load inside me.

I Fuck hard and steady until the second I cum, then I force my cock deep inside my boy, hold it deep while my balls pump my seed in his hole. I fukkin love It when he says " Daddy, I can feel your cock throb" He knows then that my sperm is blasting into him

PrEP is very effective. I have had over 1,000 loads in me in a year and am still negative in spite of the massive numbers of sex partners every year. Live the hyper-promiscuous sex beast life. Your body an and soul will thank you for it.

love porn in the background but also love the right beats that fit to the high we are. both can be incredibly contributing to be so much deeper in to it or trance you into the sex play yo are doing. see a glimpse of porn around when you look up or having a break makes u want more and being part of more.

2 rando loads today. 1 Wednesday. Wednesday: Cruising at my local park. 28 y/o, TALL (like 6’4”), skinny, queer (their definition) white kid. Big fat uncut cock, about 9”. The kind of cock an older daddy would have, and the pic doesn’t do it justice. Sucked them hard on the wooded trail, cleaning out the funk from their delicious foreskin. They spun me around, slapped some lube on my cunt and their dick and rammed that fat hog balls deep in one thrust. Completely took my breath away. Must’ve dumped about a 1/2 pint of jizz in my hole past my second ring. Slapped me on the ass and walked away. Today: A4A hookup big white bear with a 6.5” cut piece. Visiting town for the state fair. Met him at his hotel and he bred me face down, hunched up on my ass on the floor of his room at the Springhill Suites. Funny thing, apparently all the state troopers are staying at this hotel walking around in their uniforms. FTP, but damn they’re sexy. I was hoping for some handcuffs, alas…. (Side note: I left my fuckin’ lube in his hotel. Swiss Navy makes the best silicon lube with the best packaging. 😤) Also today, about 2 miles from the hotel: 24 y/o A/A kid. We’ve been trying to hook up on Sniffies for awhile and today the stars aligned. Let me in the patio door if his ground floor apartment. Gorgeous thin body with a tattoo of something or other on his side torso (sexy af). Sucked him working up a lot of spit (no lube handy other than cum). He got behind me and slid in like a hot knife through butter all the way to my second ring. Fuck if he didn’t make me tinkle a bit from the pressure against my prostate. Oh well, his floor not mine. He bashed up against my inner sphincter until he got ALLLLL in and unleashed a load that felt like hot molten lava. Damn those young fellas can breed. Did I mention this was a ground floor apartment, and we fucked in the living room in front of the open blinds on the French doors that faced the parking lot? Bonus: after that, I had to go to Target and walked around cruising the hot suburban boys with two major deposits inside me.

I love fucking girls like you with a nice loose, sloppy pussy that you can tell has seen a lot of hard use, from lots of big, hard cocks, huge dildos, fists, baseball bats and anything else guys wanna shove up your ass. I love it when you can tell a faggot is a dirty whore that can take a nice big knot. Plus I’m not into foreplay when it comes to fucking a whore. I just wanna slide my cock in and fuck the hell out of a slut

I woke up with a start laying next to Katie in my normal PJ clothes, just old athletic shorts and a t-shirt. The plug however was not there. I shot up and sure enough laying between myself and Katie was the plug, it must've slipped out in the night and fell out of my shorts, I grabbed it and went to take it to her roommates room, but I ran into Cory in the hall on his way out for the day. "What do we have here!?" He grabbed my hand holding the plug. "Need some help?" He spit on the toy. "Open wide!" and he shoved the whole thing between my teeth. I stood there with wide eyes, and he pumped it a few times deeper into my mouth. He pulled it out and spit on it again, "Spit on it, it'll help." I did as I was told and he spun me around, pulled my shorts down in one swift motion, then pressed the toy against my...surprisingly not sore asshole. My ass swallowed it easier than my mouth just did. He slapped my ass after pulling the shorts up, "There you go!" and sent me back into Katies bedroom. She was awake on a phone call, earbuds in. "WE JUST TOOK CARE OF THAT" she said, looking up at me and making an exasperated face. "Fine but if I get there and fix it faster than it took me to drive there I will be reporting someones ass!" she got up and got dressed in a hurry, kissed me. "Thank you so much for Gatorade babe, I need to take it easy on the drinking but after that phone call I might need another." She looked in the bag of snacks pulled out what she wanted and ran out the door. "Fuck" I said under my breath. I know they heard her leave, who knows what they'll do now. I stayed in the bedroom and turned on the TV watching Netflix cartoons and wondering when I'd be allowed to take the plug out. I went out to the kitchen to grab my Gatorade and something to hold me over until lunch. I passed Stephen and Cory on the couch, one on his phone the other playing a video game. "She gone for the whole day again?" Cory asked. "I don't know she wasn't happy hopefully it doesn't take long" I answered. "Well it's a half hour drive to work, so you at least have an hour to kill. Have you ever fucked a black guy?" "Wha- no, you guys know who has fucked me" "We don't know what you're doing when you're not here you dirty hoe" Stephen joked. "Black guy, or both of us again in the living room, drapes open. Or Both" "You know damn well it'll be both anyway" I said heading into the kitchen. My gatorade was full and my protein bar was open.. it looked like there was cum on it. "Guys.. what'd you do to my drink, and which one of you came on my protein bar." "The gatorade is mostly piss now, you're welcome. The bar... come give us both a lick and see if you can figure it out" I sighed. grabbed my drink and bar, went out to the living area and they both had their semi hard cocks out. "Oh... you weren't kidding." "Fuck no we weren't kidding, if you guess wrong I'll spank your ass and Cory will put a hickey on your ass." I got down on my knees and gave them a both one long lick, and swirled the tip trying to taste the pre-cum. I don't want lasting marks. I took a bite of the bar, it was near impossible all I could taste is bar. "Cory?" I stated. "Are you sure?" Stephen said. "Uh... yeah.." "Unlucky, come here." I was bent over Stephens knee and Cory sat in front of me with his cock out, I took it into my mouth, the spanking commenced. I don't know if my eyes were involuntary watering from the spanking or Cory's cock down my throat. But at one point the plug popped out and bounced towards the front door. Stephen took my shorts down to my ankles. "Crawl and grab it slut." I crawled towards the door, and of course with the luckiest timing, someone entered the apartment. I almost jumped up I looked from feet to head... their black friend. I didn't know his name. "Looks like you guys got started without me" he bent down and picked the plug up. "you'll need this again real soon" he helped me up and looked me up and down. My cock betrayed me, and was most of the way hard. He was shorter than me and very skinny, a small part of me kind of hoped for bigger. "Evan" he said holding out a limp hand like the queen. i kissed his hand and he pulled me towards the bedrooms. He took a left into Katies room and shoved me toward the bed. "This room looks more familiar with you naked on the bed." Stephen and Cory stood in the doorway and then went back out to the couch. "Enjoy!" Cory said. Evan took his shirt and then his shorts off. his cock sprang to attention. For not being a tall guy, his cock sure was big. "Lets get right to the point, suck my cock, I heard they came in your ass last, they'll be the lube." He walked over and I started to suck his cock, it was definitely harder to manage than the roommates. "You now what.. on your back, head off the edge." I did as I was told and he positioned his cock over my face, he went slowly at first but then he really fucked my mouth. I struggled to breathe, I struggled to keep my teeth off him and I struggled to not fall off the bed. "On your hands and knees, on the edge." I got up and did as I was told, my ass was definitely going to be sore after this. I got into position and the door opened, Cory tossed two bottles of poppers into the room on the bed. "Oh ho oh!" put one in each nostril you pig. I screwed the caps off and took a deep breath of both of them. I screwed the caps back on and collapsed with my arms out in front of me, chest on the bed, my ass about to be plowed by a black cock. He spit, it hit me in the face, he spit again and this time was cool on my slightly gaped hole. He pressed his cock into my ass slowly. Again, my ass took his cock better than my mouth. and he sank all the way in, his balls slapping into mine, my body shuddered. "God Damn!" he moaned staying there for a second. "What number am I!? your ass can take a cock!" I help up a number 4 and he laughed. "You're still a new cunt then, damn though." He picked up the pace, he was consistent and it felt like he went on forever, he was hitting deeper than anyone has before, honestly, sometimes it hurt, I tucked my pelvis under me and shuddered in pain. "Take another double hit, and then lay down flat over this pillow" he grabbed Katies pillow and laid it under me. The poppers made me see a black spot, and it started to get larger. My head was spinning, throbbing. I collapsed onto the pillow, he climbed on top of me and gave me the biggest thrusts yet, the slaps were loud. Our bodies bouncing hard on the bed, I've never fucked Katie like this in this bed. Again he lasted for what felt like 5-10 minutes, I also can't last that long in this position. "Where do you want it straight boy" "Inside me" I managed between thrusts. "Thought so, I just wanted to hear you say it." and he sped up, in one last moan and thrust he released deep in my ass, I could feel his cock pumping into me. He rolled off me, his cock popping out, and some cum, ran down my balls, down my cock and onto her pillow. He left the room, I heard him say. "Let's keep him away from Tommy for a bit longer, he's a good fuck" and out the door he went. The boy's entered the room, I still laying on my stomach on the bed in a daze. "Text Katie and see when she'll be home." "Please guys, no more today" "That's fair, there's always next weekend, but you need to do some laundry." "I think Thomas doesn't recognize me." I blurted out. "What?" Stephen said. "I ran into him last night at 7-11, he slapped me ass. He had a skinny kid with him they were buying condoms and were most likely drunk." "Were you scared?" Cory said. "Yeah, kind of." "I don't know, your cock says otherwise" Stephen said reaching out for my hard cock, stroking it with the mixture of cum that had run out of my ass. "Your first gay sex was a dirty fucking top, poz as they come, and that excites you you little faggot." His hand felt so good, in combination of the nights and days activities my cock was long overdue. I nodded. "But you want more cocks don't you, you want us to pimp your ass out to everyone at that party and them some." I nodded again, my hips starting to buck. "You won't want to have sex with Katie anymore, just become a sloppy bottom" I opened my eyes, "Wha-" His other hand slapped my balls. I jumped but it kind of felt good. "You're too good of a bottom to continue fucking girls, you need more cocks and less pussy. Cum for us, cum thinking about how many more cocks there are coming over to take your ass and throat. Cum thinking about how after the last guy who fucks you from the party, we will call Thomas again." "Oh fuck" I let out, cum shooting from my cock up my stomach, chest and reaching just over one of my shoulders. "Wow!" Cory said, "He might be a chaser!" "You got laundry to do" he wiped cum from the pillow and pressed it into my panting mouth, and they went back to games. My gatorade and the rest of my protein bar sat on the night stand. Damn I was thirsty.

He let go with a shove and I went sprawling across the cell. By the time I got back to my feet he was gone. WTF was that all about?, I thought. My throat was sore from where his strong fingers had tightened and there was a strange heat in my crotch. There I was, left in the dim dark with a ragging hard on and a cold sweat. Several minutes passed and my cock had just gone down when I heard the key scrap into the door lock. Both cold sweat and hard cock sprang on me - again. I could feel the sweat trickle down to my ase crack and a big spot of precum stain appear in front of my shorts. Yeah I’m one of those whose cock is like a faucet. It's embarrassing at times as some girls think I’ve blown my load when I pull my boxers down and they are soaked in precum slime. Strangely my cum loads aren't overly large. Well, when the door opened the cop entered the cell, and paused at the door to lock it, leaving the keys in the lock and the covered the small grill look in with a poster or something. Sweat broke out on my forehead but I could also feel my leaking cock jerk hard in my shorts as he strode over to the bars of the cell. “Let’s get things straight. You do as your told boy, and you will walk out of here, you understand, boy?” I nodded dumbly. This definitely wasn’t going an experience I'd be able to laugh about with my buddies, I thought. “Get over here on your knees and face my crotch boy." Yup not going to be pleasant at all, I mumbled. I wasn’t gay and he just smirked and told me I’d better realise I’d no choice. I went over and got down on my knees head against the cold bars and my cock was practically pissing precum. WFT!!! His big hand went to the back of my neck and he mashed my face into the gap between the bars and thrust his uniformed crotch into my face grinding into my face with the rough material. He pulled back releasing my head and told me to unzip his flies, I reached through the bars and found the zip and a massive bugle angled to the right. Pulling down the zip I was told to reach in and pull out his cock and be careful. Reaching into his uniform my hand found the heat of his cock and realised he was commando, my fingers sort of grasped his soft thick meat and worked it free from his trousers, and a groan escaped his lips as his meat hit the air. He smirked as I gasped at the size of his cock and he wasn’t even hard, even semi I could not fully encircle his girth, his knob was a bulbous pink mound of flesh with a bead of precum glistening in the poor light. “Suck my cock boi and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll beat shit out of you!” he groaned Shit scared now as id never done anything with another guy, when I was younger and less built me could suck my own cock so had to think back on how I did it. Opening my mouth wide I slide the head into my mouth and gently closed my lips around his know and sucked gently. His cock lurched and jerked and I felt it swell even more filling my mouth. Something went through my head right then I was actually proud of the reaction this built cop was having with my mouth around his knob. He stood and groaned and I took that as a sign I was doing well and to slide a bit more of his hardening cock into my mouth. His big knob hit the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled off a bit so’s not to retch. Working the small amount of cock in and out of my mouth got him fully hard and groaning from the tongue and lip action. He began to pull back and I found myself leaning forward until my head was again lodged between the bars. He move quick then his hands shot through the bars and his baton came tight across the back of my neck forcing my head to angle up and back a bit. He took charge then and started to ease in and out of my mouth slowly working against the back of my throat. I started to choke and gag and retch and snot and tears came to my face as he forced more and more of his cock into my throat. Braced with the police baton id nowhere to go and struggled against the bars as his massive cock invaded my tight throat and only to pull back enough to allow me to catch a ragged breath before working back into my mouth to slowly inch down my throat. He finally stopped with about half his massive cock buried in my throat there was just no way was the rest going further at this time or angle. He pulled right out then and let me catch my breath and wipe the tears, snot and throat muck off my face. His cock stood out from his body at least ten inches, wrist thick and a massive set of low hanging balls. Fuck what was wrong with me I wanted him back in my mouth tasting his salty precum and musky smell. Only now as I breathed deep did I realise I’d blew my load in my shorts and had kept hard even as I was being violated with his hard cock down my throat. He was breathing heavy as he looked at me from below the peak of his police cap and his cock dancing in the air in front of us both. Suddenly a stream of piss arched out splashing me in the face and starting to drench me in acidic yellow liquid that I started to pull away only to be harshly told to stay the fuck where I was. His cock jerked and piss rained down on my head and face and chest totally drenching me and I was kneeling in a growing puddle with the smell assaulting my nostrils. I was disgusted and worse my cock was still painfully hard in my shorts aching to cum again. His huge cock finished pissing and I was ordered to lick the last dregs off his cock, I tasted his piss as my tongue met his knob and I cringed at the acrid taste. His cock had softened greatly from pissing and i enjoyed the spongy feel inside my mouth. Suddenly his handset burst into life and he lifted it and spoke into the mic, He understood the garble coming back at him and said he’d be right there. Clipping the mic back to his belt he pulled out of my mouth and walked to the door pushing his cock back into his uniform trousers with a grunt. He was gone leaving me sitting in a pool of piss and soaked through. Suddenly what I had done hit me and I was cold and shivering. I stripped out of my cloths and dried myself with a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped myself up in some others. What had happened began to play through my head and my cock rose to full aching hardness, I was totally disgusted with myself but also hoping he’d be back.

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

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

HIV Induction Rocky had just graduated high school. With no money for college he was in need to find a job to make some cash. With the bad economy he had trouble finding any job at all. Rocky landed a job at a coffee house in the gay section of town. That’s where he met Dallas. Dallas was a stud of a man. At 45 he was in excellent shape at 6’2” tall, 210 pounds with a lean, muscular swimmers build, dark hair and eyes and a package that made everyone stare. Rocky could not take his eyes off this man. He did his best to be sure not to make eye contact with this stud, but Dallas knew he was being watched. Dallas made sure to draw Rocky’s attention every chance he got. As it got late and closing time was fast approaching Rocky was told that he could punch out and leave since it was getting very slow in the shop. Rocky punched out, got himself a cup of coffee and went to sit down at the table next to his object of desire. That’s when Dallas looked up at the teen and smiled. This was the first time Rocky knew he was noticed by the man. Rocky was so distracted he spilled his coffee all over the table where Dallas was sitting. Rocky was embarrassed beyond belief. He immediately went and retrieved a couple of rags to wipe the table down with and when he returned the man was no longer at the table. Rocky had thought he blew any chance he might of have with this stud. While Rocky was cleaning the table the man returned with a refill for himself and a fresh cup of coffee for Rocky. “I figured after a long day of working here, you deserved to have someone else get you a fresh latte.” The man told Rocky. “Thanks. Yeah, I can really use a cup to pick me up.” The two sat down and drank their coffees and chatted. Rocky told the man that he had just started working at the coffee shop and was trying to make money so he could move out on his own. Rocky learned that Dallas owned his own video production company. Dallas felt that Rocky could possible star in one of his productions is he was interested. Dallas had the teens interest peaked. They continued to chat as closing time came and Rocky had to catch his bus home. As they left the shop Rocky got light headed and stumbled a bit. “Are you ok Rocky?” “I think so. I think I’m just light headed. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” “That’s not very smart. Why haven’t you eaten anything all day?” “I didn’t have time to make lunch before leaving for work and I the only money I have is just enough to cover my bus fare to work and back home.” “We can’t have that. Why don’t you let me cook you a good meal and then I can give you a ride home.” “As nice as that sounds I couldn’t impose. Besides I have to be back at work by 5 am to help get the shop ready to open.” “It’s no imposition, in fact you are welcome to crash at me place and I can bring you back to work in the morning.” Rocky finally agreed with Dallas since he was beginning to feel weaker and weaker. What Rocky didn’t know is that Dallas had slipped some GHB into his coffee to make him feel the way he was feeling. They walked a short distance to Dallas’ black Hummer and drove off. As Rocky rode along he began to zone out. When they pulled up to Dallas’ home he wasn’t sure where he was or how long they had been driving. Dallas pulled the car into the garage and shut the door. They climbed out of the car and headed into the house. It was a big home once inside Dallas offered his guest a drink as he went to prepare dinner. “What would you like to drink Rocky?” Not wanting to impose Rocky replied, “Anything you have will be fine with me.” Dallas made Rocky a Rum and Coke and had the teen sitting on a bar stool at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as he prepared their dinner. Rocky began to feel better after downing his drink and was promptly given another one. Rocky continued to feel better the more he drank. That was all due to the Tina Dallas had added to Rocky’s drink. Soon enough dinner was ready and the two ate their portions before heading into the den to chat some more. Rocky was wired after a nice meal and 3 Tina laced drinks. They cleared the table and moved to the couch to chat some more. Dallas took control of the conversation steering it the direction he wanted it to go and they were soon talking about sex. “Rocky a young guy like yourself I’m sure you have girls hanging all over you.” Dallas was correct, Rocky was a good looking young man. At 5’9”, 135 ponds, lean, thin runner’s build, brown hair and hazel eyes, but he was incorrect about girls hanging all over him. Dallas could tell from his reaction the truth of the matter. “Dallas I am not really a ladies man. I had a girlfriend when I was in high school but it just didn’t seem to be for me.” “Then you must have a boyfriend.” “I’ve been with a few guys, but never really found the right guy for me.” “I hope you played safe with these guys.” “Absolutely. I’d never take a chance of catching something.” “Then you’re HIV-?” “Yup, even got tested a couple times to be sure.” “Smart boy. Listen, I have a project coming up I think you might be perfect for. It calls for an HIV negative man in the staring role. You can make a lot of money.” ‘MAKE A LOT OF MONEY!’ Those were the magic words. “What would I have to do?” “It’s a video on sex and HIV and I need a young guy like you to play the part of the young guy.” “I don’t think I can do that, I really wouldn’t want anyone to see my face in something like that. My parents don’t even know I’m into guys.” “Well why don’t you think about it and you can tell me in the morning before I take you to work.” “I thank you for the offer, but I am sure of my answer.” “Rocky, after I show you my hospitality by feeding you and giving you a place to crash for the night, the least you can do is think about it tonight.” Rocky felt guilty as to be so quick to say no to the offer Dallas made to him. He figured he could sleep on it and in the morning when Dallas dropped him off at work he could kindly turn the offer down. “OK I will think about it. What time is it any way?” With all the activities of the evening Rocky was unaware that is was nearly 2 am. Dallas said he would show Rocky to a place where he could be alone with his thoughts to ponder the offer that he was given. First he showed Rocky where the bathroom was so he could take a quick shower. Rocky wasted no time in stripping down and getting in under the warm spray to rinse off the grime from that days work. He felt very alert and awake and was wondering how he would get to sleep that night. When he climbed out of the shower and dried himself off he realized that all of his clothes were missing. He began to worry about what he might have gotten himself into when Dallas came in and told him that he put his clothes in the wash to freshen them up for the next days work. Dallas led Rocky from the bathroom through a long hall and down a flight of steps to the basement. They passed through two more doors before entering what looked like a small sound studio. The only thing in the room was a small cage that looked just big enough for Rocky to get in on his hands and knees. “Here is a perfect place for you to think about the offer I made you.” “NO FUCKING WAY AM I GETTING IN THAT CAGE.” There was no way Rocky could over power his host. Dallas grabbed the teen by the balls and pulled him down to his knees. The teen continued to struggle and resist being placed in the cage when he was kicked hard in the crotch. “It will be easier on you if you cooperate and get in the cage like a good little boy.” Rocky new he had no choice and was on all fours and slowly backing into the cage. When his ass hit the back of the cage the door was shut. Dallas had him raise his arms up so his elbows were higher then his back. He then inserted a bar to hold his arms in that position so he could not move. Dallas then got behind the cage and pushed a good amount of meth laced lube into the teen’s ass followed by an inflatable dildo until he felt the resistance of the internal ring. He applied steady pressure and it slid deeper into the teen’s bowls. Next he flipped a switch and the dildo began to inflate till Rocky felt maximum pressure on his hole and deep inside his gut. After a few minutes the dildo deflated and the process would begin all over again. There was no way that Rocky could get any sleep with the meth in his system and the constant inflation and deflation of the dildo in his ass. As Rocky felt the inflating dildo stretch his hole he then felt the cage being lifted off the ground. Rocky thought about screaming out for help but didn’t want to anger Dallas. It seamed that Dallas knew what he was thinking as he told the teen he could yell all he wanted too since this room was sound proof. Dallas left Rocky there with the lights on for him to think about his situation and consider his reply on the offer to do the video.

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

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Great Story.... 18 months pussy-free now. I only want Cocks. And Like me.... His pussy days are over 🙂

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as a top I like the sloppy hole. There is nothing better than yo put my cock where there is room for creative fucking that not only i enjoy but the receiver loves it. loose an juicy is also good to dig in with my face and suck on it. ready for fisting perfect for me. tight holes do not leave much room for that creativity

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this makes me hard every time I read it and I look forward to every chapter

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As much as I love taking loads in my arse and feeling the cum up there mixing with loads others have dumped and later having it felched or dribbling out, at the end of the day I'm just a cum junkie and happy to have a guys load in my mouth or over my face too!

I never notice

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I am in chastity almost 100% of the time. I take it off a couple of times a week to shower. My clit has become such a beautiful little nub that I’m afraid to keep my devise off for any length of time for fear that it will get bigger or even worse erect! To answer the main question on this topic, I feel it definitely has made a big difference in how I am bred. First your pussy is hungry all of the time. It hardly goes away. This has caused me to lower my standards and let any man breed me that is willing. It also really helps define the male sub roles. To my fortune I have learned how to orgasm without touching myself, but my ultimate goal while my man is in rut is to please him. Making sure he knows he is all man and his needs come first. Chastity helps me focus on the man and appreciate every part of his masculinity. Giving him soft kisses on the neck, giving him my full attention and staring into his eyes and smelling his pubic and pit hair help to take in his essence and know my role. I feel this is all possible because I am in chastity.

Rick, 44 6'1 185, a fit good looking guy. 6083441000 I live in Arkdale, Wisconsin. no one knows where that is. its 30miles north of the Dells, 30 miles south of Rapids. La Crosse is ab hour to the west and Oshkosh an hour or so to the east. Im 1.5 hours from Madison, almost 3 hours to Milwaukee and 3 hours to twin cities. [think before following links] https://photos.app.goo.gl/RY1DpGdz7pisL6HUA Im still learning, I never really topped much, I want to get good at it, and take loads with ease

just unloaded twice in a sexy ftm today. first time ever and loved it!!!! so wet, tight 'n begging for daddy cum to breed him.....

Chapter 10 Seeing Duke crawl into room and play his part was turning me on big time. However, there was a piece of me that felt slightly guilty for not telling him the full essence of what was going on tonight. I walked in behind them and looked around the room. There easily had to be 30-40 people already here just for Duke's ass. That's when i saw two slings were setup. I had no idea what why there were two setup. That is when he made an announcement "So tonight we will be putting this nice pup in the sling over here for you all to enjoy as you see fit but we also have a special surprise for the person who found us this pup. Why dont you come on down here." I went to the front and as I did everyone was clapping. "So tonight I have a special present for you and one special guest. First I want you to put strip and put on this blindfold. Then we will bring out your treat and put him in this one for you to start the night of fun off." On that note I stripped and put on the blindfolded. I felt a body brush by me and then someone said "suck him hard first." Then I felt this mouth fully engulf my cock that quickly got hard. This whole experience was like something I could only dream of. I then heard them loading my treat into the sling and then someone guided my cock into a hole. This was a super tight hole. I dare say someone that hasn't seen much action. His hole was like gripng my cock like none other. I knew at this rate I wasn't going to last long, which I doubted anyone cared about considering they wanted to get on with Duke. I go "oh my god I am about to cum" I started shooting load after load into this tight griping hole. I was told I must keep my cock in for now. Then I was told to take off my blindfolded but I could not speak and had to keep my cock in this hole. I removed my blindfold to discover.... I just bred Austin. I just emptied my poz balls into my own son. Panic quickly care to my face and I wanted to pull out. "Ok guys, he now has a choice. Either he can take the place of this young lad for all of you to use or let all of you have his young buck too. So which do you pick?" I wasn't sure what to do at first. I looked around the room and saw all the people. Then my nerves struck me and I doubted I could handle it. Then I proceeded to walk to the side and motioned for people to come on up. One guy walked up to Austin and took off his blindfold. Austin looked at him and said "Thank you." The dude goes "don't thank me. That guy over there broke you in for us". Austin looked over and saw me. His jaw dropped and goes "My father fucked me?" My owner goes, "not only did he fuck you, but he gave you his poz load and stepped aside so the room can use you and your buddy Duke over there." Austin went to say something but that was interrupted by the old guy stick his dick inside his lubed up hole. I could not believe I was standing here watching my own son getting used. Then I looked over to Duke's sling....

Top here. Not a hung dick. I prefer looser holes. It feels so amazing sliding inside a hole that opens up for me. I have fucked very tight holes and it is not pleasurable. It hurts. I love to pound a hole especially when I get ready to cum. I can shoot several times so a hole that is loose and a guy that can take pounding until I"m drained of cum is my fav.

I find fab guys a bit variable tbh. There appear to be lots of pic collectors and fantasists. I find if I get a message my first response is “I only fuck raw”, this sorts some of the nonsense out. Funnily since moving to a new area in lockdown I have met a couple of guys. One in particular, who is married, likes to feel my cock pumping cum in his used arse. He’s turned into a bit of a cum slut, which I have no objection to nor has he ever asked status. I’ll keep fucking him until he gets too needy or I get bored with him. 😈

I was 21 not taking PrEP the way I should and was very busy as a SW. I became very sick with the fuck flu was put in the hospital. There they told me I have HIV. At first I was devastated but then realized it was not a death sentence as it was.

I'll add a little more info here: 1. The guy says he's detectable. That covers a WIDE range of HIV levels - anything from just barely detectable up to full-blown AIDS and toxic. The closer he is to the undetectable end of the scale, the less risk there is with you on PrEP. 2. If this guy knows you've ever expressed even a slight fantasy about being fucked by a detectable top, he might be bullshitting you just to see if you'll give in to that fantasy, thinking he's detectable when he may well not be. I wouldn't count on that, but it's something to consider.

I go to the homeless area in the city and pay $10 to each homeless man to breed me. they stink from not being washed. There’s a lane way near the safe injection room our government has for junkies they need money too $10 for a load in my ass. I took 22 loads from strangers last week. still chasing but can’t convert anyone in Australia want to help me convert

It’s hit or miss. Pre-pandemic, I had only visited a dark room once. That night, I probably had a dozen or more cocks in me. I didn’t see any of the men who bred me. I was shocked at my next doctor visit when I was free of STDs. On Memorial Day, I went back to a different sex venue and was hungry for cock after quarantine. I didn’t want to see who was fucking me and just wanted to get fucked by a lot of guys. I went to the dark room and dropped my shorts. I lost track of how many cocks I took after 15. I’m going back this weekend. I’ll be very surprised if I stay bug free.

This story is so hot. I’ve been fucked a few times by a couple of men wasting with full blown AIDS - one (Gary) regularly for probably a few months - and this story took me back to those sessions. Both of mine were such a delectable mix of gratitude and passion for fucking my cunt, for servicing my every need but somehow never lose the lecherous gleam in his eyes and his grin that simultaneously dared me to deny him what he wanted. It was almost intoxicating when Gary would lean in and kiss me, grope me, pinch and bite and lick me as he’d press his cock against my body as he’d manoeuvre me into the position where he could just ease himself into my cunt. And that look in his eyes as he was effortlessly balls deep and telling that he was already marking my cunt with his pre-cum. He loved the death talk. He loved telling me how his DNA was seeding my cunt. His schtick was to tell me how powerless I was when his cock was in me; how he could do anything he wanted; he’d test me by doing anything he wanted (especially things he knew weren’t my thing), only to, once he’d bent me to his will, then intensify the passion with which he was fucking me and telling me how beautiful I was for giving him everything he could want. He may’ve been older and skeletal and missing teeth and, yes, sometimes covered in sores but the intensity of his fucking was amazing. He could fuck all night; leak cum continuously and still shoot huge loads that, to this day, are among the strongest I’ve ever felt inside me. I loved the entire experience. Neither took unfortunately. But I always offer my arse to the men who look like they’ve got full blown AIDS. I’d love to have a regular load of full blown AIDS again.

Not that surprising. Some guys may have some natural resistance to some (but not all) STI's. Some may also have had them, but not know it, because symptoms were mild or they just didn't notice because they were regularly strung out on drugs. Additionally, you can only contract an STI if you come into contact with someone who has one. In certain communities, there may be a low prevalence of, say, syphilis or gonorrhea or chlamydia such that the few people who have it rarely have sex with other locals, such that the locals who stick to the community never experience it. Or perhaps in certain areas, when someone gets an STI, it tends to get treated immediately such that it doesn't have much opportunity to spread.

In the morning I woke up a bit confused at first and then saw Darren's big hairy body next to me and suddenly remembered. To my surprise rather than being angry about what happened I immediately got massively hard. Darren's powerful cock felt intense inside me and filled me in a way I had never experienced before. The poz cum inside me reminded me I belonged to a real man - a dominant. Darren began to stir and getting thicker and longer. The poz snake was back. I started to suck it carefully hoping he would not mind and he stirred and moaned "yeh, good boy, take daddy's cock". At this I climbed on and eased it into my ass fucking myself on the poz weapon. I leant across and whispered in Darren's ear "make me yours sir". Jake woke up and was like "woah man, you've done enough you don't need to take any more dirty seed". I kept fucking myself on Darren's cock and said "sir, I'm already converting to you! I want to be your sub! I love your cock". Darren flung me off his cock and face down on the bed. He rammed his cock back into me and pounded intensely. He shouted "tell me what you want" and I screamed "poz cum sir, YOUR poz cum" and with that he growled and pushed his cock into me fully and spurted filling me with his toxins. Jake was astonished and said "why did you take more dirty cum, don't tell me you like it?". I replied to look at Darren, how muscular he is, how hairy, how big his cock is and I said "can you imagine such a meaty cock filling you - it is intense. And his poz cum marks me out as his lad". Darren said "that's right boy, you belong to me now and I will always be inside you whats your name anyway?. I replied it was Dave. We showered each other, Darren slipped me his number and we headed off. On the way home Jake asked so many questions about me taking poz cum and even began to ask about what having such a big cock in me felt like. The next Saturday Jake texted me to ask if wanted to go back down the club but I replied I couldn't as I'd arranged with Darren to spend the evening and the night together. Jake said I must be hungry for that cock. Darren fucked me slowly and tenderly saying we were becoming one. I felt so safe like I belonged in his arms. We drifted off to sleep but were awoken by a text at 3am from Jake saying he was so drunk and was really horny and could he watch Darren and I fuck if we did it again that night. Darren chuckled and said "sure". When Jake arrived Darren said "why don't you both kneel on the ground and kiss this massive snake like good little pups. We both hungrily did as we were told. Darren said to Jake" you loved having Dave's cock in you last week and I've made him rock hard - this could be your last chance before my seed takes hold". He threw us the poppers and we hungrily sniffed. Jake said he needed me and I put on a condom as I knew Jake loved them and slid my cock into Jakes hole. Jake sniffed some more poppers and stop a moment and I pulled out. He sniffed yet again, rolled the condom off me and backed onto my cock saying "its my only chance to feel you raw before Darren converts you". We fucked passionately for about half an hour until I shot my last neg load into Jake's hole and we kissed more. Despite having shot a big load with me inside him Jake was still hard - he said "wow raw feels so good - just a pity I can't take Darren's monster". Darren stood behind Jake hugging him with his raw cock against his hole and wispered "who says you can't".

I sucked off my father and older brother for a number of years, before dad got sober, found Jesus, and felt guilt about having sex with me even though I seduced him and took every opportunity to lick and suck on his body while he was past out drunk. I was young when I first started to notice my dad and his cock. I started to nurse on his cock and lick his balls when he was passed out drunk. I was pretty young, when he caught me. I was in 6th grade roughly between 11 - 12 years old when I started this and 13 when he caught me. I was scared when he caught me. I made up an excuse that I saw him starting to leak and I thought he was going to piss on the couch so I was acting fast to make such he did not piss all over it. After he caught me, most of the time he just used me as his cocksucker and urinal. At first it was only when he was drunk, but back then he was drunk every day. I remember him bareback fucking me when I was 15. He told me my ass was going to replace the pussy he was no longer getting, and it did. He told me I took his cock better than my mother and I was better than her because unlike her I did not complain about him being rough, and actually demanded him to fuck me harder and rougher. (Once again, I sensed he enjoyed throwing me a rough fuck, and I just desired to please and pleasure him). I wanted him to love me and make love to me, and when we were having sex I convinced myself he did. However, for him, it was just sex. The rougher he fucked me, the more submissive I became. I did not want him to consider me a whining bitch and find someone else. I wanted him to use me more. However, the more submissive I become the angrier he became. He looked down upon me because he did not like the idea of having a faggot cock sucking, piss drinking, cum dump for a son. Like many straight men, my father and older brother did not view themselves as gay or bisexual. They viewed themselves as straight men because they took the active role is fucking my face and ass. I was the faggot, or homo because not only was I taking their cocks and cum, I enjoyed it and wanted it more. I remember one hot session when I was being spit-roasted by my dad and brother, and they made me cum hands free at the same time they both had cum. They high-fived one another because not only did they both came at the same time, but they made me orgasm like a cunt. That is about the time they started called me Cunt. My brother was almost 18, my father was 37 and I was 16 when they knew they turned me into a cock loving, cum dump, urinal. I love being used by men and being able to get them hard and cum in me. It brought me great satisfaction knowing they were pumping their loads into me instead of wasting it by masturbating, or giving it to their wives or girlfriends. While my dad and older brother never became lovers like I wanted, they did train me pretty well to submit to rough ass and throat fucking, and to take men's fluids (piss, spit, and cum) as the gifts they are.

About age 8 or 9, I was taught by an older cousin and his friend. They were around 14, best I remember. It was quite a discovery! I didn't do it regularly until I was 11 and hair began sprouting.

Part 5 The rest of what was left of the weekend was spent naked in Colt's bed, smoking weed, cuddling, kissing, and I never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and Monday found us back in school. 2nd period was a total waste. We had history together and I dont remember a thing that Mr. Koon said that day. I sat right behind Colt and couldn't take my eyes off of his body. I stared at his big, strong arms, remembering how they had been wrapped around me, holding me tight. He'd move them and I would catch glimpses of his pit hair, my dick getting hard as I thought how badly I wanted to bury my face in them again, licking them, breathing in his smell. His smell. I had never noticed it before, but sitting behind him, when I leaned forward I could smell him. The smell of his light, manly musk made my cock hard and leak precum into my boxers. When the bell rang and brought me back to the real world, Colt turned around and said, "Meet me by the auditorium at lunch." Then he smiled at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Lunch break found me waiting by the auditorium doors. Colt came striding down the hall looking like the absolute god he was in his sleeveless t-shirt and skin tight wranglers, his black cowboy hat on his head. My eyes fell to his bulging crotch and I felt my mouth water knowing what was down there. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and opened the door. I followed him like a bitch as we stepped into the darkness. Once we were inside, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and roughly pushed my back into a dark corner before his huge body covered mine locking our lips together. "Oh baby." He moaned in between frantic kisses. "I can't stop thinking about you and your hot mouth. Suck my cock bitch." He said as he tried pushing me to my knees. "What? Here? We can't!" I panicked. "Someone will see us!" "Nobody's gonna come in here babe. I promise. Come on, do it for me. I need it!" As if almost in a trance, I sunk to my knees as Colt unbuckled his pants, fishing out his half-hard monster. I let out a little sigh as I got a whiff of his crotch. I took him into my mouth as he softly moaned. "Oh yea baby. That's my little bitch. Suck your brothers cock. Take out your cock bitch. Jerk off while you suck me." Without even thinking twice, I instinctively undid my jeans and took out my own rock hard cock. I fisted myself as Colt held my head and fucked my mouth. "Take my cock bitch. Take it in your whore mouth." He whispered as he pounded my face and I pounded my dick. I was so turned by the danger of what we were doing, I was already close to cumming. Apparently Colt was as turned on as me because it wasn't long before he was panting, "Here it comes baby. Here comes my fucking load. Swallow it you slut!" Then his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with his hot, creamy jizz. As soon as he blew his load into my mouth, my own cock shot off, spraying my cum on the auditorium floor. After I had swallowed every drop of Colt's precious cum that I could, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. "I love the taste of my cum in your mouth, you dirty little pig." He said after he pulled off of me. "See you next period. Go out those doors." He said pointing to a different exit on the other side as he quickly went out a different set of doors. Next period we both had Trigonometry and our desks were next to each other. And even though I had just cum, sitting there next to Colt with the taste of his load still fresh in my mouth, my cock stayed hard in my jeans. He looked over and saw me staring at him, and he slowly licked his lips. I just smiled as I looked into his eyes. After school we could barely get to my house fast enough, the safest as my parents worked late. We were kissing frantically while ripping each others clothes off as we entered my bedroom. Colt pushed me back onto my bed as he grabbed my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off me, exposing my hard cock. "Yea, you like that, dont ya you little slut. You like to be treated rough. You like a man to take charge of you." I just layed there, panting in lust as Colt finished taking his clothes off, his own big hard cock sticking straight out. He grabbed the lube out of my night stand and slicked up his cock as he crawled between my legs, spreading them apart. Then he put one elbow by my head and lowered his face to mine as his other hand guided his cock to my hole. He started to push into me and pain flashed through my body. After the crazy weekend, and had come down from the drugs, my ass was as sore as fuck. But Colt didn't care. I looked in his eyes and I saw a hardness I had never seen before. Not anger, and certainly not lust, just a cold, empty stare. He gave a hard thrust, and half of his monster ripped into me. I cried out in pain. "Yea baby, let me hear you." Colt said in a cruel way. "Let me hear my little bitch as he takes his brothers big cock in his beat up pussy. Come on you little whore, do it! Scream for me!" He demanded as he forced the rest of himself deep into my bowels. It's not like he really had to tell me to do that, it came naturally. "Aaaaggghhh!" I cried out as my aching ass was split open. "Oh fuck Colt." I whined as tears ran down my face. "Oh yea." Colt growled. "That's what I like. That's what I wanna hear. My little bitch as he takes my cock!" Then he started fucking me, strong and hard, using his phenomenal ab muscles to pound my poor hole. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, letting out grunts and gasps as his dick hammered my prostate. "Oh yea." He continued as sweat dripped off him. "Your pussy's so good. Best pussy I've ever fucked. It's my pussy now. I own it. I own your nasty little faggot hole, you little whore." I have to admit, in spite of the pain, the way he was treating me was turning me on. He was just using me as a hole, and my rock hard cock proved I loved it. So much so that when he let out a primal yell and started dumping his cum into me, I shot off like a rocket. I practically saw stars as my aching ass was filled with his seed and my own cock spurted like a fountain between us, coating both of our stomachs in a hefty, teenage load. Colt collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside me. After about 30 seconds, he moved so his face was over mine, his eyes still hard and cold. Then I felt it. A warmth began to fill me up and I realized Colt was pissing into me. As soon as I opened my mouth to say something he covered it with his hand. "Sssshhhhh." He silenced me, his eyes never leaving mine." Just let it happen bitch. I said I own you and I meant it. Your gonna be my little piss bucket as well as my cumdump. That's a good boy, just take it." I should have been grossed out, but I wasn't. Just like everything else Colt had introduced me to, it turned me on. I began to lick his hand as the warmth spread deeper and deeper into me. He removed his hand and started to kiss me, and as usual, I just melted into him, giving myself over to his magnetic power. When he finally finished pissing, he pulled out and I struggled to hold all of his fluids inside me. "You better go empty yourself." He said with a gentleness that had been missing during our fuck. He laughed as he watched me walk gingerly out of my room to the bathroom, piss running down my legs. I marveled at how much there was as I sat on the toilet, feeling a little sad I couldn't keep it all in me. He was ripping into the bong when I returned. "You ok?" He asked as I sat on the bed next to him. "Yea, I am." I answered. And I was. I mean, I already knew Colt liked it rough sometimes, so I shouldn't have been surprised when it entered our relationship, or whatever the fuck it was we had. "Good." He said as he kissed me tenderly. "You think you can give it as good as you take it?" I just looked at him as I ripped on the bong. I exhaled a big cloud of smoke in his face, and just smiled. "Just stay here and I'll right back mother fucker." I said as I jumped off the bed and left the room. I may not have been as experienced as Colt, but I wasn't ignorant about shit. I had the internet after all. In no time at all, I was back in my room with a handful of my old man's ties. "On your stomach faggot!" I ordered him as I stood over the bed. Colt's green eyes sparkled as he flipped over. "Yes SIR!" He said with a smile on his face. In no time I had him spread eagle and tied tightly to the bed frame. I couldn't believe how fuckin sexy that big hunk of a man looked like that, helpless, at my mercy with his perfect round ass sticking up. I dug through my laundry and found a jockstrap. With a bit of effort, I was able to squeeze out a little more piss from my ass, enough the make the pouch wet. I straddled Colt's broad back and grab those beautiful brown curls, pulling his head back. "Open your mouth faggot!" I ordered him. Then I stuffed it full with my jock and tied in place with another tie. I stood over him and just stared at the tied down god. Fuck he was hot! Part of me wanted to untie him and make sweet gentle love with him. But a bigger part of me wanted to give Colt what he wanted. All I wanted to do was make him happy, and if that meant dominating him, I was more than happy to do it. I pulled his leather belt out of his jeans and raised it up high. Then, I brought it down as hard as I could on that perfect round ass. Colt yelled into the gag as his body tensed up tight. I smiled to myself knowing I held all the power at the moment. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Whose the bitch now?" Colt just groaned as I stood back up and began a full assault on his ass. Over and over I beat him as he howled and struggled in his bounds. "That's right you fuckin bitch!" I growled. "You think you're such a tough man? You're nothing but a faggot pussy bitch! And I'm gonna make you cry. Cry like the little bitch that you are!" I kept up the assault as hard as I could, enjoying the site as his white globes turned pink, then red as welts appeared. The rush of inflicting this pain on the man I loved made my cock ache. Finally, after 25, maybe 30 strokes, I broke him. He started blubbering like a baby and I finally stopped the beating. Instead of feeling bad for him, I wanted him to hurt a little bit more, after all, that's what he wanted. I crawled between his legs and layed the belt on the bed next to him. I spread his cheeks and looked at the hole before me, waiting to be raped. I had decided to make him really feel it and skipped the lube. I spit on his hole a few times then placed my dick head against it. I grabbed his bull like shoulders and began to push into him. He screamed into the gag as I popped into him. But I didn't stop. Going in dry felt way different than going in lubed, but I didn't stop until I had bottomed out in him. Colt continued blubbering as I held his shoulders and began fucking him. It didn't take long before his ass loosened up a bit, and soon his tears ended and he was moaning like a two dollar whore. I pounded him as hard as I could, just like he had done to me, and soon, I was close to cumming. I picked up the belt and wrapped it around his throat. Then I grabbed his hair in one hand and the belt in the other. I pulled his head back as I pounded him. "Take that you fucking cunt!" I shouted. "You pussy ass jock piece of shit! You're nothing but a faggot cumdump whore!" As I shouted derogatory things at him and pulled the belt tightly, Colt's entire body started shaking as he let out a long groan into the gag. His ass started really squeezing my cock, and I knew the bitch was cumming. That was enough to push me over the edge and I flooded his hungry guts with another huge load from me. I collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily after yet another mind blowing orgasm. I untied his gag and pulled out the soggy jock. I saw Colt smile as he said, "Thank you Sir. I fuckin love you!"

Hello -( I was late teens )think my Dad and my Uncle / his brother had a idea with me for a 2 week visit - my uncle ( 42 yrs old ) and cousin ( 20 years old ) are gay . They live down south in a small 2 bed room house - in the back country ! They were Happy to see me and settled down moving my clothes in - was told going to a party that night - had a few beers - chatting - having fun . The Party was for Real - young Males and Girls - swimming - drinking - lots of fun - got drunk a bit - went back to the house - took some aspirin or thought - next morning felt sore between my legs . Having Breakfast , my Uncle cooking , drinking orange juice / spiked - then relaxing in the HOT tube - soon my cousin got naked - had a j.o. session . Another party that night but just guys - 1 thing or another - naked - dicks hanging - j.o. sessions - smoking pot - Damn it was HOT action - stroking - sucking my cousin dick . Back at the House - was given some aspirin and soon I was knocked out - again - I woke up - felt I been used again - my cunt hole was wet . Seems like it was a steady diet of sex and cum action - been there several times with my buds for several years - did not mind . This time at the Hot tube both my cousin and I were naked - playing each other - smoking some weed . My Uncle came out with a Jug of juices to drink - he was naked - looked like a huge , hairy bear with a monsterious dick - ugly and huge uncut head . He sat down my the Hot tube - filling up the glasses of juice - rolled a fat joint - sprinkle some powder - lite it up - told me to come to him - my cousin grabbed my hips - pushing - then drinking - took several hits on the joint - and feeling my cousin dick up my crack . Inches away from my Uncle dick from my face - telling me to suck it - did so - smoking - drinking - I felt I need him - he took control of me - willing - anxious to Pleasing them - they had control ! Smoking a joint had me high - week - anxious to Please - they were giving me commands - I was doing it - their friends came in - got naked too - a Fuck fest ! Late at night , guys left and now just my cousin and my uncle - they were double teaming me - fucking me raw - craving - could not quit - smoking joint again - like a rag doll - so much cum - fountain - a whore . Got packed and heading home - mother and father happy seeing me - mother went to the grocery store - Dad asking questions about vacation - he started rubbing his crotch - talking about the party's and hot tub action . He unzipping his pants and saying ," Is my dick bigger than my brother dick ?" Holy Shit ! Just as Big as my Uncle - could not refuse - reached out touching - sucking - wanted him inside my cunt hole ! We were together for several months - mom caught us - gotten a divorced - mom started dating black guys with huge black dicks !

Artiste Redux The comment from the night before really bugged me. Tim wasn't my boyfriend and the only times I'd met up with him after he converted was to fuck other guys. I wasn't sure why Carlos' comment grated on me so much, other than it was so far from reality. I grabbed my phone and cruised some of the apps. One nearby guy looked familiar and once I opened his profile up I remembered him. I hadn't seen him online in a while so I sent off a message. "Long time no see. Are u gettin fucked every 2 or 3 months now? ;)" It took a couple minutes but I got a reply from the artist in the building next door "lol not that bad but close." I wondered how far the messages would go. "if ur on then u must be ready 4 ur next one." "unlike most of these guys I come on here to meet not jerk off" he replied right away. My cock twitched and started to grow. I typed back "ikr most r just window shopping. u want a repeat or u just do guys once?" "repeats r good u lookin now?" was the artist's reply. "yah, meet u at the back door again in 10?" I tapped out. His condo looked the same, not much furniture and pizza boxes littering the kitchen counter. Once in the living room, I pushed him against the wall and gave him a rough, hard kiss. My hand moved from his chest up to his neck and I wrapped my hand around it, covering his pronounced Adam's apple. I could feel the blood pumping up to his head and squeezed a little harder. His tongue tried to fight back but his arms reached around me, holding me gently. I kept up the kissing and choking for almost 5 minutes more before I let up. I backed away and walked into his living room, taking a quick glance around. There were more half finished paintings this time and even a couple completed works on the wall. I reached down and grabbed the small bong from the table and checked it out. "Mmm, freshly loaded. You're a good host" I said, reaching for the lighter. He came closer as I flicked the lighter and took a long hit. I passed it over to him and he did the same. We each took another pair of hits and the weed was spent. It was good stuff too and the rush was feeling damn fine. He reloaded it and we each took another hit before he set it back on the table. "Ready to get fucked?" I asked as I stared into his glassy eyes. He nodded and turned, stumbling slightly. I caught his shoulder and pushed him toward the wall of windows. "Strip and bend over on to the window ledge" I said and watched him immediately drop his shorts and pull his wife beater over his head. He spread his legs, bent from his waist and rested his hands on the window ledge looking out to the building across the street. By this time my sandals were off and my sweats were on the floor next to my tee. My cock was rock hard and eager to feel his chute wrapped around it again. I gave a few spits on his hole and fingered them in quickly. "All the way" he said, before adding "Wreck it good... like last time." I chuckled to myself and then shoved in until my balls slapped his own. He growled as my cock speared in deep and I felt his body shake a few moments. I waited a couple seconds before I withdrew almost completely and then slammed in again. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled out from his gritted teeth. My hips started to roll, plowing in and out. Each stroke was firm, ending with a slap as our bodies met. After a few minutes I moved my hands to his shoulders and began to pound a little harder. Looking over his shoulder I spotted a guy across the street, standing at his window and rubbing his crotch while staring back at us. When he backed away, I was a little disappointed. I always liked having an audience watch me fuck. He came back a minute later and it looked like he had some small binoculars and seemed to be naked this time. I started to pump faster until I drove in deep and ground my hips on the artist's ass. I pulled all the way out and checked out the gaping hole before ramming back in and pounding his hole some more. The guy across the street was stroking his cock furiously as he watched us fuck. Several minutes later I could feel my balls start to churn and my motions became more frantic. The guy across the street gave a few more strokes and I'm pretty sure he shot all over the window. I needed a little more time but I too was unloading my toxic load deep inside the skinny artist's guts a couple minutes later. "Breed my fuckin' hole" he yelled out as my cock pulsed deep inside him. It was a good six or seven heavy shots that painted his tortured chute with my viral cream. I looked up and our voyeur was gone. I laid down on the floor and pulled him with me. We stayed there about ten minutes chatting before he crawled over and grabbed the bong and lighter. I sat up and we finished off the bowl with a couple small hits each. We chatted a little about nothing, our hazy minds not able to keep a real conversation going. He got a wicked smile on his face and pushed me flat on to the floor. He gave my cock a few strokes with one hand and played with my nips with the other, bringing my dick back to life and fully hard. The artist straddled me and guided my cock to his cum filled hole. He pushed down and I felt my cock breach the entrance. With the head back inside and his hole stretched around my shaft, he took a big breath and dropped his body down. He looked down at me and pulled up a few inches and dropped down again, getting the rest of my cock into his hole. I felt his muscles spasm around me. I knew he must be in a little pain but it didn't seem to deter him since he began riding my cock almost immediately. I was surprised at his stamina since he didn't have a lot of muscle anywhere on his body. He fucked himself on my cock with determination. Several minutes later, I reached up and grabbed on to his arms before I sat up, rolling him backward on to the rug. My hands moved to his legs and folded them back. He looked really sexy with his hands holding his legs wide, waiting for my hips to start thrusting into his hungry hole. It felt just as good as last time with him taking whatever I gave and my cock churning the earlier load inside him. We kept going for almost ten minutes until I slammed in and felt my cock erupt, spewing ropes of hot cum deep into his guts. I growled as the last few spurts shot out and he looked back at me with a big grin. I saw his chest and face covered in his cum and his hands still holding his feet. We stood there motionless for a minute with my cock planted fully in him. As we stared at each other he asked "How long you been poz?" I froze, unprepared for that question right then. He'd never mentioned status in any of our messages or when we met last time. "Five years or so, I guess. Why?" I replied. "Well, you pozzed me up the last time we fucked. You must have a real high viral count if you did it with one fuck" he said calmly. I was speechless for a moment. He obviously knew it was me since he hasn't been getting fucked much so it was easy for him to pin it on me. I couldn't deflect it to one of his other hookups like I'd done a few times in the past, but I tried. "Uh... you sure you didn't fuck with anyone else?" I asked. "My dildo Thick Rick is the only thing that's been in my ass for a month before and a few weeks after we fucked" he replied. "You don't seem too pissed. You ok with it?" was my lame response. "Hell, yeah. I knew it would happen eventually. That's one of the reasons I moved to the city. I wanted to get a lot more poz dicks in me to boost my chances. I just didn't count on covid killing my sex life" he replied in the same calm voice. "You asked for a rough fuck so that's what I gave you. It makes it easier for the bug to get you that way" I said, my cock still in his hole and not getting any softer. "All the guys that fucked me since I moved here and before the pandemic were on prep or undetectable so I wasn't expecting it. Even the guys that listed their status as 'poz' were on meds. But... after you and I fucked, I felt guilty so it was just me and my toys so I didn't get covid. Then, a friend from back home visited me three weeks after we fucked last time. He saw some rashes on my back and started asking questions. Then he woke me up in the middle of the night and I was covered in sweat. Normally I sleep through the night into mid-morning so I never really thought much about it" he said. I chuckled and thrust my hips, plowing deep inside him. "He didn't freak out?" I asked. The artist looked at me and smiled. "Nope. He's on prep and he thought it was cool fucking his first real poz guy" he replied. "Do you know for sure? A rash and night sweats isn't a confirmation, just a good indication" I said, feeling my cock start to throb. "Yeah, I finally got tested and they gave me my results yesterday. Poz and pretty healthy according to the clinic. You've gone 5 years without meds?" he asked. I pulled my cock out, leaving just the sheathed head on his hole. "It was two years before I had to go on meds. I ran out just as the lockdown hit and my doc couldn't refill my prescription" I said, pulling back the foreskin and watching more precum drip onto his hole. "You must have bounced back pretty quick to do me with that one fuck" he said, clamping his hole around my shaft. "300k about the time we fucked" I replied, forcing my way deep into him before starting on my next round. He wrapped his legs around me pulling me deeper with each thrust. "Hmm. About half of what I'm at right now" he said proudly. I grinned at him, drilling in harder for a minute until I grunted out "We gotta find you a few guys to breed. With it that high you need to share." He looked back at me curiously and said "I haven't topped in years. I'm a bottom." My hips moved back until just the tip was inside. "Once you feel your raw cock inside an unprotected neg guy, you'll want to fuck a lot more" I replied before slamming in again and shooting off a couple more ropes of poz cum. "Oh god my ass feels so good and used right now. I love feeling that burn" he answered back, but I could tell he wanted to say something more. Finally he said quietly "Then I'm just gonna have to find a bottom that really turns me on."

I sat on the edge of the bed stunned at where I was. What had happened? I never passed out from weed and drinking. What had he put in the pipe? I stood up naked grabbed my underwater put them on and stumbled into the living area. He was sitting on the couch drinking his morning coffee and reading the paper. He said good morning looks like you had a niche long sleep. I looked over at the clock. It was 3:30 pm I had slept all night into the next evening. I said what the fuck happened? He said call down I just put a little T in the pipe and a sedative in my drink so I could relax. I said I passed out what happened after? He said he took me to his bed and covered me and went to sleep and that. Nothing else happened. I was sceptical but also relieved but that I was going to have alot of explaining to do to my parents. He said dont worry I called them saying I was the father of your friend from the number in my wallet saying I had a little bit to much to drink and was going to crash here if that was ok. He said they thanked him and said ok. I then said if it was alright I was going to take the boys biking upstate for rest of weekend and they said ok. I was shocked at what I was hearing my parents were very conservative and usually not so agreeable. I sat down on the couch woozy and said I need to go home. He said just relax for a few ti you get your bearing and then take a shower and if I still felt that way he would take me home. I said ok and he brought me a coffee. I started to feel better so went to take a shower. He had all sorts of toys in the shower. Dildos of all sizes butt plugs nipple clamps and at least 4 bottles of poppers. I stood under the hot water for what seemed like eternity. Then turned it off dried off put on a towel and went out to get my clothes. He was still sitting there as I out on my underwear and sat down to out on my socks he held my hand and leaned in to kiss me. He then held my head and opened my mouth and blew this cloud of smoke into my lungs. It surprised the shit out of me and I began coughing. What the fuck I said. He smiled and said sorry just wanted you to be calm. I said what was that. He said it was something called a shotgun I think he called it . I felt weird and hot all of a sudden but felt great at the same time. He laughed and took another hit and again blew it in my lungs. I was so horned. He said it's just so T and asked if I liked it I couldn't speak just inodded and grabbed for his cock. That's all I wanted all of a sudden was dick. Any dick. He pushed me back on to the couch and kissed me for a bit while I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock against mine. He said not yet. I have more for us to do. I just nodded. He reached under the couch and pulled out a small box and opened it. It had a syringe and some stuff that I didn't recognize. I managed to grunt what are you doing. He said just want you to experience something that would change my life and make me feel better than I ever had. I said I don't want to but he emailed and said don't worry. I was trying to sit up but he put his hand on my chest and held me down. I was so weak from the shotguns. He did something with the contents of the box that I couldn't make out and then tied these rubber things around both our arms. I was confused. He put the needle that had something in it up to his vein and put it in and shot it into his vein. He took off the rubber think and coughed and started rubbing my body. I was horny as hell but scared at what was happening. He again. Filled the needle with that stuff but put it back to his own arm. Which confused me. He pushed it in and pulled in some blood from his arm and pulled it out. He then tapped my arm for some reason then lined up the same needle he used I said stop it has blood in it . He ignored me and my meager resistant was met with his strength. He pushed the needle into my arm and said here it goes and injected it into my vein. Pulled off the rubber thing and I coughed for about 30 seconds straight but was in heaven. I have never felt so alive in my life. He held my hand helpt me up and walked me to the bedroom again. I guess I was going biking after all... To be continued.. ☣️🧬😈

When he dropped my off I was still pretty high and had to go into my house and try not to wake the parents. I snuck up to my room undressed and passed out almost immediately with my pleasantly aching stretched hole. Tomorrow came quickly as I awoke to my dad sitting on the edge of my bed. He asked how my night was and I played it down.saying it was fun. He got up to leave and turned to me and said easy on the weed and take a shower before you come down because I reaked of weed and booze...if he only knew The day could not.go fast enough. All I could think of was going back to Conrad's yeah that was his name and exploring more with him as smoking weed. As the time approached where I would get picked up I showered put on my jeans black tee and boots and headed to the corner. I smoked a Marlboro and once finished he pulled up. He was wearing jeans and a tight wife beater showing off his very thin veiny arms but muscular. We didn't talk much just small talk and chain smoking cigs. When we go to his coop we walked from the garage to his front door where his neighbor was just leaving. The neighbor looked at me and said hello with a smirk which I am not sure why. We went in closed the door and I sat.on the couch. He told me to turn on the TV and pick a flick while he made us soco and cokes. He had many VHS tapes of practily any kink. I choses the dad son one to match our age difference. He liked my selection. I noticed that there was his pipe and a big bag of weed on the coffee table and he told me to get started and she came over with the drinks. I lit the pipe and took a drag Ang coughed was much stronger than I was used to. We cheersed clinked glasses and drank our drink finishing off ateast 3 bowls of weed watching the flick. We kissed a bit and he took my shirt shoes and socks off and he did the same. We were just in our jeans. He said I looked so hot and asked if he could take some pics. I was flying so said sure and he had pose for a few and then we went back to our porn and drinks. He kissed me hard and tongue my mouth deep sucking in my tongue and kicking my gums. Was so wet and hot. I was on fire. We proceed to copy last week's forplay and the movie ended. He picked the next one and i didn't remember the name but it was a bunch of guys that were thin and tight like him and some younger ones like me. We proceeded to play with each other and once again he had me in the legs over the shoulder position teasing my crack with his oozing veiny beast. It felt so good and I was much more relaxed around him and trusting. He said he felt that and appreciated it. He continues to feed me poppers and weed and pour the drinks into my mouth all the while telling me to watch the movie closely which I did. After a few min of that and his rubbing he asked do you notice anything about the vid? I said no what? I looked again and he was one of the guys in the vid 8nhad.not even noticed. He looked a bit heavier but not much I was shocked but excited. Said it was so cool. He said it was just a private tape of him and some friends which I thought was hot. We started getting more into it as his oozing head poked at my young hole he went slowly in with the head. I reminded him to do the rubber again and he said ok but look at the screen..I did and he was balls deep in some guy no rubber. I was so turned on and he knew it. He asked if he could try it with me for a bit. I was nervous but also fucked up from all the booze and weed and porn he didn't let me answer and slowly inched in. It was like an out of body experience. I felt like I was looking down at it from above watching it happen. This man older than my dad was inching his raw dick into me. I was so turned on it felt amazing. There was no lube except for some spit and his oozing tip. It felt great as he bottomed out with his thick bush against my hole. He asked if I was ok and I just nodded looking at the video. He told me to relax and out the poppers on my chest. As he stayed still in me. I still couldn't believe I was letting this happen. He told me to take a hit that he was going to pull out and in to get me used to it . I did and this went in for a few min until the pain subsided. He was gently fucking me back and forth. I was in heaven. Anytime I started to have second thoughts and he felt my resistance he would make me take poppers. That and his strength kept me in my place. He began to pick up pace and said my ass was like silk around him and it was so better to be natural with me. I said don't cum in me cause I didn't know you very well which sounded absolutely ridiculous given the position I let him get me into but he said Don't worry. He then went on to tell me that he had a vasectomy a few years back and never shot out a load anymore. He really started hammering me now balls slapping against my picking up speed and moaning. I felt like he was about to cum and said pull out. He held my arms down by my sides tight and he orgasmed. I felt his cock twitching spazam inside me and I panicked and pushed him off . I was pissed he said I told you not to worry and that he had the vasectomy and he had no stds. I was still angry and asked to go home which he did and we didn't speak the whole ride there. I got went to get out of the car and he grabbed my.arm and apologize again. I said goodnight and went up to bed. What had I done. I felt so violated but also had a raging hard on. What was wrong with me?? So conflicted. Need to rest and think.

Chapter II. We said good-bye to Will, both of us ogling his crotch. We got ready for bed, brushing our teeth in the bathroom off the kitchen. My boy remembered to take one of his last Truvada pills, and got the bottle out of the medicine cabinet. We had put our remaining pills together in a bottle with his name on them. He raised his eyebrows, clearing thinking about taking Will’s mammoth cock. That night, my boy and I had great sex, the best sex we’d had in a while. My boy lay down, face buried in the pillow, and whimpered as I ate his hole. "Stretch me out," he murmured as I worked four fingers into his hole. I knew he was fantasizing about taking a dick way bigger than mine. I pounded the fuck out of him, as he moaned, bouncing up and down on my raw cock, and slipped in two fingers. When I pulled out to re-position his ass, his hole just stayed open and quivered. I bred him deep, and he kept riding me until he shot a big load all over my chest. Even though we were both nearly off PrEP, it was still safe, since it was just us two, right? I worked my hand into his cummy ass past my knuckles. I scooped his fresh seed up and worked it into his ass, savoring his wet and stretched-out hole. As I toyed with his ass he asked "Do you think I should go visit Will tomorrow to borrow those tools?" I chuckled, knowing he was going to Will’s house so Will could seduce my boy, and I was going to let it happen. The next day, my boy was sprouting morning wood. I rolled over and let his precum drip into my ass. It got so wet, he rubbed back and forth until his head popped in. After a few minutes, he had my ass lubed with just precum, no lube, no spit. As he slid into my hole, holding me still, he slid one of his hands into his own ass, pleasuring himself until he shot a big load deep into me. He pulled out, winked, and pulled on some clothes. He grabbed a pair of old nearly threadbare gym shorts. They’d be fine for gardening or a slutty go-go scene. He added an old t-shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out, stained with paint, telling me he was off to Will’s and he’d see me in a bit. I could see his cock was still a little hard from our morning breeding session, and there was a dollop of precum darkening a spot on his shorts. I smiled as I fingered my own cummy hole. I got out of bed and pulled on some work clothes, relishing the squelch of fresh cum seeping deeper into my guts. I made some coffee, and put together a to-do list for the day. It was mostly boring stuff like cleaning out the gutters and taking the shutters down so they could be stripped and repainted. I enjoyed a cup or two of coffee and noticed the time. Nearly an hour had passed since my boy had gone over to Will’s. I knew he was up to something. I smiled to myself, sort of surprised that my boy was still up to his slutty ways; even out here in the country, he’d managed to find the biggest cock around and was determined to take it. With a dick as big as Will’s was soft, he’d need more than my cock and a few fingers to get him ready for it, especially after being out of practice for a few weeks… I got to Will’s and knocked on the front door. I put my ear to the glass and wasn’t surprised to hear moaning. Someone was getting fucked! I let myself in and followed the sound upstairs. What surprised me wasn’t seeing Will’s plump ass jackhammering into a willing hole, it was that my boy was on his knees fisting his cock while Will was fucking someone else. My boy looked mesmerized, with his eyes glued to Will’s dick as it pumped in and out of the stranger’s ass. Seeing me, Will gave me a goofy smile as he waved me over, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, remarking "Welcome to the party! Take off your clothes and join in!" I followed directions and moved to the other side of the bed. My boy saw me and sheepishly grinned at me, but that didn’t stop him from fisting his cock with one had and playing with his hole with the other. Will put his arms out, one on my boy’s shoulder, and one on mine. The guy he was fucking didn’t even look up. "This is my buddy Jimmy. Jimmy likes big cocks. If he can’t find one big enough, he’ll take two." Will pulled out of Jimmy’s ass and spit into it, not on it, but into the gaping quivering red hole. My eyes went from that opened hole to Will’s epic dick. I’d only seen it soft before. Hanging there, too heavy to stand out straight, was the biggest dick I’d ever seen, slick with precum and spit. It nearly touched the mattress it hung down so far. And Jimmy had taken him balls deep. And raw. Will winked at me and turned to my boy asking "You two want a go?" My boy nodded anxiously. Will scooped Jimmy onto his knees and caught him against his sweaty furry chest. I recognized Jimmy. He was the guy who delivered the newspaper. A totally adorable skinny twink with floppy brown bangs, maybe mid-20s, probably home from college for the summer. He went around on a bike every morning, chucking the local paper from his bike. He was a cute kid, and clearly an experienced bottom if he could take Will’s big thick cock. Will motioned for my boy and I to climb onto the bed, on our backs, with our asses together, and dicks both pointed upwards. Will jerked us both off for a second, spit onto his paw, and raised Jimmy up so his ruined ass was right above our bare cocks. I grimaced as his ass lowered down capturing our cocks and pressing them together. I though that we should both be wearing condoms and cast a glance over to the bedside table thinking maybe there would be a pile of them. "What ’cha looking for?" Will asked. "We don’t play with rubbers in this house. That okay with you boys? You’re safe, right?" My boy and I nodded, with Jimmy lowering down and moaning the whole time. He didn’t stop until he’d bottomed out, instead riding our cocks which were pressed together and sliding back and forth in his velvety hole. The entire time he didn't say a single word, he just moaned in pleasure and (maybe) a bit of pain. Will jerked his massive tool as Jimmy rode our dicks. My boy muttered filthy things to him the whole time. "Yeah! You like taking those raw dicks, don’t you!?" and "Slut" and "This whore is so ruined, his hole can take us both!" Jimmy just grunted and moaned approval. As Jimmy rose and lowered himself, white globs dripped out of him. Will leaned down, smiled, and started licking them off of our cocks and balls. "Delicious," he whispered as he slurped, his hot breath on our balls. It dawned on me that Jimmy was leaking fresh cum. That got me so hot. He’d already taken a load. Will pulled back from slurping the churned seed out of Jimmy’s ass. He lurched for a bottle of poppers, took a big hit, and held it to Jimmy’s nose. He grunted approval and huffed as deeply as I’ve ever seen. Will lowered his mouth to Jimmy’s cock. Without touching his dick, Jimmy squirted volley after volley of cum into Will’s greedy mouth. I shot my load into Jimmy’s ass. My boy could sense the fresh wetness and shot too. Jimmy collapsed backwards onto the pillows, our dicks easing out of him followed by a stream of fresh cum. Will eagerly lapped it up until his face was dripping with seed. He patted me and my boy on our legs and started laughing. Will grunted "Looks like we’ve got some fresh pigs to share with the neighborhood, right Jimmy?" Jimmy moaned, his eyes still closed, his ruined hole still dripping cum. In fact, Jimmy was so exhausted he passed out entirely, and Will tossed me a towel to mop up suggesting "Let him sleep, huh? You guys should have seen him this morning!" I nodded and we grabbed our clothes and followed him back downstairs. Will remained naked, so we followed his example. Turning to us, Will explained "I met Jimmy a few years back, and have been breeding him while he's on summer vacation. I had to train his hole that first summer, and every year he’s got a rough few weeks when he comes home." Grabbing his big dick, which was still swinging and somewhat hard, he added "He can't find dick like this at school. Fortunately for Jimmy, the neighborhood guys will help stretch him out for me." Then he quietly whispered "Sometimes his Pa helps, but keep it quiet. Jimmy doesn’t know. His Pa only fucks him when Jimmy’s wearing his blindfold." With that Will extended his paw and groped my boy’s ass. "They can help stretch you out too, ya know… the neighborhood pigs, and Jimmy’s Pa." My boy grinned from ear to ear as Will went on "Now, in the meantime, let’s get you those tools." We followed him into the backyard, and into the garage. It was a normal tool shed with a few surprises. Next to the screwdrivers and cups of bolts, there was a pegboard full of sex toys. There were butt plugs, dildos, a whip, some handcuffs, and much more. There was a tool bench, and a fuck bench, upholstered in black leather. Will went on as if we weren’t naked and hadn’t just raw-fucked the paperboy, saying "You’ll need some big pruning shears to take care of that underbrush, and maybe my palm sander for that porch molding. And to take my cock, you’ll need these...." Will walked over to the sex dungeon part of his garage and took down a massive butt plug and a squirt bottle of lube. The butt plug had a hole in the middle. My boy and I stared at it, not sure what to do with it. We’d also just cum deep in Jimmy’s ass, but we were hardening up again. "That there is a pig hole. You guys seem like pigs, so enjoy it!" Will laughed at his little joke, as did we also. Then his face got serious, as he grunted "No. Now. Enjoy it. Your pig training starts NOW." Will grabbed my boy by the back of the neck and laid him down on the fuck bench on his belly, with his chin over the edge. He lined up his big cock with my boy’s mouth and stuck it in as far as it would go, which admittedly, wasn’t far. Will’s massive head had my boy’s jaw opened as wide as it would go, and he was already gagging. Will smiled. He was enjoying himself. He turned to me instructing me "You, there. Start on his hole." I climbed up on top of the bench and pulled my boy’s cheeks apart, tonguing his hole, burying my face between his cheeks. Will leaned forward and held my head down, allowing me up to gasp for breath every half minute or so. Each time I gulped air Will chuckled, as he forced my head down into my boy’s hole, his huge cock lodged into my boy’s mouth. He had us both gulping for air. When Will had had enough, he pulled out of my boy’s mouth and released my head. "Now, about that pig hole. Put this in your boy. Help him get used to my big dick. It’s gonna ruin his hole. Your’s too, if you’re lucky." With that he handed me the hollow butt plug. Even with a hole in the middle, it was thicker than my dick, which was throbbing hard already and oozing a steady stream of precum. Will squirted a big dollop of thick creamy lube into my hand, so I lubed up the plug, and smeared some lube on my boy’s ass. Will leaned over and spread my boy’s cheeks as wide as they’ve ever been spread urging "Now, put it in him, but remember to take it slow." I eased the plug into my boy and he released a guttural groan. I pushed it in more and he winced, tightening every muscle in his naked and sweaty body. "Pacing," Will commented sternly as he swatted my hand away. He climbed up on top of the table, straddling my boy's legs with his knees and cooed, "Yeah, pig boy. You can take this. You know you want this. You know you need this. You need to get fucked by some big daddy dick." Sliding the plug up and down over my boy’s ass, and my boy relaxed when Will inserted the plug slowly, but surely, gazing into my eyes all the while, as if he owned that hole. Will shook his giant dick and globs of precum drizzled down. Without looking, he had aimed his precum perfectly to drip into the open hole inside the plug and deep into my boy’s ass. He backed up and ushered me onto the table again, with my ass pressed up against his hard cock, urging "Fuck him." I realized that I’d need more lube to get my cock into the pig hole, and I reached back and swiped some precum off of Will’s dick, smearing it onto my own. He wrapped a paw around my chest and grunted approval. "I knew I liked my new neighbors." I eased my hard dick into the pig hole and leaned forward. My boy moaned and whimpered, his hole stretched more than it had ever been. Will hopped off of the table and aimed his dick at my boy’s mouth. This time, my boy dropped his jaw and readily accepted about four inches of that huge tool. I pumped my hips as long as I could hold out, knowing that the scene was so hot I wouldn’t last long. I fucked my load into my boy’s pig-hole-stretched ass with a moan. Will smiled at me and mounted the table, facing me. He leaned forward and gently kissed me. I was shocked by his gentleness after such rough play and closed my eyes. He grabbed my dick, pulled it out of the hole, and slowly jerked me off. I melted into him, sharing my boy’s ass with this near stranger and stuffing him full of butt plug. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw Will coaxing an unbelievable stream of creamy white cum out of his cock and into the open pig hole, dripping right into my boy’s ass. My mouth was wide open, and I gasped for air. "Well done," he smirked, adding "He’s ready for my cum. Soon enough he’ll be ready to take it from the source. Good thing he’s on those pills in your medicine cabinet. I hope they work." He smacked my boy’s ass cheeks and walked out of the garage. My boy turned over onto his back, knees up and ass exposed, still stuffed with the plug. He wanked out a huge load all over the fuck bench. I licked it up and tongued it into his open hole. He tried to pull the plug out, but it wouldn’t budge. We saw Will laughing from the open doorway. "Yeah. You’re still tight. Wear it home under those slutty shorts. It’ll work it’s way out on it’s own sometime today." We got ourselves together, sticky with sweat and cum, and got dressed. I gathered the tools we’d come there to borrow. My boy walked painfully a few steps ahead of me. I saw a dark wet spot form and grow as the cum leaked out of his pig hole-stuffed ass. It dawned on me then that Will had mentioned our blue pills in the medicine cabinet. Did Will just tell us he was POZ? To be continued…

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

8. Jason Behind me, Nathan was pressing his body against mine. His breath was warm on my ear, caressing and teasing me. In front of me, his nephew Greg was kneeling down, his hands brushing against my jock pouch and his face right against my tattoo as he ran his gingers over the contours of the ink. All day, I had been on edge. I wanted to feel Nathan's naked body next to mine again. From the moment he stepped out of the SUV, I had been trying not to think about Greg. The last time I saw him, he had been a gangly teenager. Since then, he had changed into an amazing young man, one that would hardly been out of place on the set of a porn movie. Now I was sandwiched between these two men. And they were slowly undressing me. "How did you get infected, Uncle Jason?" Greg asked, looking up at me. I couldn't speak at first. "Go ahead," Nathan said, "You can tell him." "Uh, Nathan did it." As I spoke, Greg traced out Nathan's name on my tattoo. "It's the way it should be. Would you help Nathan infect me?" Greg asked. His fingers traced out the tattoo chain, as it circled my thigh. He stopped at the last link. It wasn't entirely inked in. It was still waiting for the next name. "I'd like to be right here," he said, indicating the empty space, waiting for another name, another link in the chain of the virus. "Uh," I said. I had no idea how to respond. My husband's godson was asking me to infect him with HIV. I expected Nathan to respond for me, but he was silent. He pressed himself against me harder. I felt his cock pressing into my ass, and I knew he was just as hard as I was. "It's ok," Nathan finally said. "I've been fucking him the past few days. Fucking him raw. And he wants you to help out." Greg was pressing his face against my groin, running his tongue over the fabric of the jockstrap's pouch. "I want you to help him out." "Please, Uncle Jason?" Greg asked, his brown eyes pleading with me. I stopped trying to think with my brain, and let my animal instincts take over. "Of course," I said. I pulled Greg up and kissed him. Nathan wrapped his arms around Greg. I was sandwiched between them. "I'm glad you're going to be part of this," he said, nibbling on my ear. I could feel his hard cock against my body, as well as Greg's shaft pressing into me. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said, releasing his grip on Greg. "And get this started." "Fuck yeah," Greg said, breaking off the kiss with me. Nathan grabbed the joint, and handed it Greg. He lit it up again, and did a long hit before handing it to me. I did a hit and handed the joint to Greg. "Coming?" Nathan indicated for the two of us to follow him back into the house. I pulled off my tank and kicked off my shorts before grabbing the beers off the table. Nathan had already gotten to the door and was holding it open. I was now just in my jockstrap. I headed to the door and walked inside. Greg followed right behind me. Greg handed the joint to Nathan as he walked in. I went to our bedroom, rather than the guest bedroom I had set up for Greg. Greg and Nathan followed me to the bedroom. I put the beers down on the bedtable, then turned to Greg. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "Nathan's already asked me that a million times," he said. "Definitely" He pulled off his t-shirt, and unbuttoned his shorts. He stood there, his cock kept in check by just a pair of skimpy underwear. He pulled those off, and his cock sprung free. Grabbing it, he said, "And my cock always knows what it wants." Nathan came up behind me, and pushed down my jockstrap. Just like Greg, I was hard as a rock, a bit of pre-cum already at the tip. "Come on, Greg," Nathan said, "Give Jason's cock a bit of love." Greg didn't need to be told twice. He knelt down in front of me and took my dick into his mouth. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Nathan whispered into my ear. I hadn't jerked off for nearly two days, and Greg's warm mouth on my cock was bliss. I didn't even try to reply to Nathan, letting my soft moans of pleasure answer his question. Nathan understood my situation perfectly, and didn't try to talk more. He continued to nibble on my ear and worked his way down to kissing my shoulder. I reached down, and put a hand on the back of Greg's head, gently forcing him down on my shaft. Right then, I didn't really care which hole my cock was in, as long as it was inside this beautiful young man. I looked down at Greg. His lips were stretched around my cock, as it slid in and out of his mouth. He looked up briefly at me and our eyes met. I could only smile in bliss, and I saw how he lit up, knowing the pleasure he was giving me. Greg's attention returned to my dick, working his way further down shaft. He was staring intently ahead, and his field of vision had to be filled with my biohazard tattoo. I wondered what he was thinking, my deadly cock filling his mouth, as right in front of him there was a constant reminder of how dangerous and diseased I was. Other men might treat me as a pariah but Greg did not care. He was eagerly swallowing me, his arms wrapped around my legs to keep us close together. It didn't take long for Greg to get all of my dick into his mouth. I wasn't sure how much experience he had in cocksucking, but it was certainly enough to get me hard enough to fuck him. As nice as the blowjob felt, I knew that I wanted more. I wanted to be deep inside of him, in the places where his defenses weren't as strong, in the places that I knew Nathan had already been. "Get on the bed, Greg. Time for you to get fucked," I said. "Yessir, Uncle Jason," he said. He did one last descent onto my tool, making sure it was wet with his spit, then stood up to get on the bed. Once up there, He immediately got on all fours, his ass right at the edge, perfectly upturned for me to penetrate. Nathan finally took off his shirt and shorts and then got on the bed with Greg. His cock, a bit larger and thicker than mine, was just as hard as mine, and I could see a bit of precum. "You ready for Jason, boy?" he asked Greg, kneeling in front of Greg, and cradling the boy's head in his arms. "Yeah, I think I am," Greg said. Turning to me, he continued, "Use lots of lube, please." "Of course," I said. I reached into the bedtable and grabbed a tub of a thick, oil-based lube. "Oil based," I said, showing him the tub. "No condoms today." "No condoms ever. Especially for you and Nathan," Greg said. "Please. Give it to me." "Poppers?" Nathan asked. I tossed him the brown bottle from the bedtable. "He's been on a crash course in bottoming. He still needs help sometimes" I scooped out a bit of the white lube and rubbed it on Greg's hole. It took much less effort than I expected to push my index finger into his hole. Greg moaned in pleasure, and pressed his body back against my finger. I slid it into him, all the way to the base. His hole was hot and tight. I pulled it out, then put in my middle finger. Once more, his ass swallowed it readily. As I probed in the depths of his hole, it felt like he already had some cum up there. "First load today?" I asked. "Nah, I filled him up this morning," Nathan said. "You need to catch up, boo." "I can feel it up there," I said, pushing a little deeper into Greg's hole. "It feels good. Warm and slutty." "Work it in," Greg said. I pulled out my middle finger, and replaced it with two fingers. There was a little more resistance to both fingers, but Greg was opening up for me nicely. With my free hand, I scooped up more lube, and started to rub it over my cock. "Ready?" I asked Greg. I didn't wait for him to answer. I pulled out my fingers and positioned my cockhead right against his hole. Nathan took the bottle of poppers and held it under Greg's nose. He took a long hit. I waited a moment for them to reach him, then started to press in. I had opened him up just enough for my cockhead to slide right in. Although hard and aroused, I resisted the urge to immediately push all the way in. "Go slow," Greg said, but even as he spoke, he was pushing back, trying to get more of my cock into him. His hole was everything I had dreamt of: warm, slippery, and inviting. I let him pace himself, taking my shaft as he wanted it. It felt great to feel his tender skin rubbing against my raw cock, knowing that we were connecting in the most intimate way two men could. We were fucking raw and unprotected, nothing separating us. As we worked my cock in deeper, it was hard to resist really fucking him hard, but I let him set the pace. He was still young, still inexperienced in the realm of taking cock. "Doing ok?" Nathan asked Greg, as the boy started to breath heavily. "Yeah. Just getting used to it." "You're going to be getting a lot of that cock, so yeah, you better get used to it," Nathan replied. I had to smile. I wasn't going to give up this prime piece of ass any time soon. In addition, Greg was eagerly taking me raw, even knowing I was poz and he was negative. That made it all the sweeter. "You look so amazing, with my husband's poz cock barebacking your negative hole," Nathan said to Greg. The two of them kissed, tongues intertwined. It turned me on, seeing Nathan and Greg kissing, knowing I was inside Greg. At that moment, Greg seemed finally to get used to me being inside him, so I started to speed up my strokes. Nathan's load squished around inside of him when I pistoned in and out. I wanted to add my own load to that mix. Greg was such a hot young man and I wanted to cum inside of him and to mark him permanently. Nathan broke off his kiss with Greg, then leaned over the boy's body in order to kiss me. He forced his tongue into my mouth, exploring the contours he knew so well. I could taste both Nathan and Greg, a combination of the familiar and the fresh. "He's got a hot hole, doesn't he?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, he does," I said. I pulled almost all the way out, then pushed all the way back into Greg. "It's hard not to shoot right away. But I want it to last." "You know, when you're ready, I want you to breed him. I want my Greg to get my hot husband's sperm inside him. My hot poz man's virus." Nathan knew all of my hot buttons: my ears being teased, a load of sperm already in a hole, and the dirty talk of barebacking. He was hitting all of them, and it was working. My balls were churning, and I knew it would be a big load I fucked into Greg's unprotected hole. "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum too soon. I want to make this last a long time. I am going to enjoy this." "I know. But I'm so boned to see you fucking my godson," Nathan said. His cock was sticking straight up, hard as a rock. "I'm glad Greg is going to be part of our family, both of us sharing our DNA with him. He kissed me again, then turned to kiss Greg. "Turn over," I said to Greg, as I pulled my cock out of his hole. "I want to see your face when I breed your hole." Greg jumped up and practically spun around in air, turning over as quickly as he could. I put his legs on my shoulders and lined up my cock with his hole. His hole was covered with the sperm from Nathan that my fucking has churned up. I pushed it in, not wanting to waste any of the precious jizz. Once my cock was safely back inside of Greg, I bent over and started to kiss Greg. "You really want this?" I asked Greg, in between our kisses. "Yeah, I do. And I want it from both Uncle Nathan and you. You're part of my family. And I want to make it permanent." "It's going to be with you until you die. Maybe you'll die from it." "I know. But it's important that this happens. You helping to infect me. Uncle Nathan helping to infect me. It's important that it happens this way, by fucking raw," Greg answered. My cock was dripping, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I shot my load. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I'm already leaking pre-cum into you." Nathan was kneeling on the bed, right next to me. His hand was on my back, but in the moment, all I could focus on was my cock and Greg's hole. "Give it to him," Nathan said. "I want you to pump my nephew full of your virus." Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was slowly stroking his own cock. He was enjoying watching this scene unfold in front of him. "Come on, Uncle Jason. Breed my hole. Pump it full of your toxic cum," Greg said. "Yeah, you're my uncle, but I want you to make it official. I want to make it real. Give me your virus." He was staring right at me, meeting each of my thrusts with his body. He was smiling, enjoying the fuck, but his eyes were serious. He knew what he wanted, and he knew exactly how it was going to go down, how he was going to get it. "Fucking sexy boy," I said, unable to think about much else than the tingling at the tip of my cock. I knew it as the feeling of an impending orgasm, and it was only growing. "Gonna breed that hot hole of yours. Add my sperm to your collection. You're gonna get both your Uncle's viruses." "Please," Greg asked. If I had any indecision about cumming inside of him, that simple plea would have laid it all to rest. It was naked need, stripped of all nuance and pretense. Not getting my seed would be more devastating to Greg than any disease he could ever contract from me. Again, he said it. "Please, Uncle. Please." "Fuck boy. You're going to take it," I grunted, shoving my dick deep in his hole. My balls drew up tight, and a load of sperm moved into position at the base of my cock. "Take. My. Dirty. Cum," I shouted, thrusting a little deeper as my dick stiffened, then spurted. The first volley landed deep inside Greg. "Oh," Greg said, his eyes widening. He could feel my cock firing each round into his hole. "Fuck," he continued. "Thank you," he said, as another spasm racked my body. It forced another jet of jizz into the boy. "Thank you," again, as another spurt entered him. "Give it to him. Give him your seed" Nathan said, egging me on. "Fill his hole with your poz juice." He still had one hand on my back, feeling each orgasmic thrust travel through my body. The other hand was resting on Greg's smooth chest, half to hold in him place, half to let the boy know Nathan was still there with Greg. I quickly lost track of how many spurts there were. In my pot-clouded mind, the orgasm was seemingly endless, each thrust of my hips adding another thick load of HIV-laden semen to the resevoir building up in Greg's body. But slowly, the thrusts were coming further apart and each spurt was a little smaller than the previous. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. Greg was also breathing heavily. He grabbed my head, and pulled me close. "Thank you. I've been dreaming about this for a long time. And I really wanted it to come from you and Uncle Nate." "You're welcome," I said, still dazed from the fuck. I didn't know what else to say. I let him kiss me, his tongue probing my mouth. It had been a while since I had the pleasure of fucking a neg hole and had forgotten how hungry neg boys could be. My cock was shrinking, but Greg's ass was still milking it hard, trying to get every toxic drop out of it. My dick always got very sensitive after I came, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay in his hole much longer "Let Uncle Nate in?" Greg asked, recognizing my dick's intense sensitivity. "I bet he'd love to feel your thick load first hand." Nathan was right by us, his fat daddy cock hard and glistening with lube. I carefully pulled out of Greg's hole, trying to keep the accumulated jizz inside of him. My cock fell out with a wet pop, and a little bit of white sperm dribbled out of Greg's hole. Nathan was standing right there, ready to take over. As I stepped aside, he got into position. He rested Greg's legs on his shoulders and lined his cock up with Greg's hole. With the tip of his dick, Nathan scooped up the tiny bit of pozcum that had leaked out. "Ready?" he asked Greg. Greg nodded, and Nathan pressed into the boy's hole. The sperm provided the perfect amount of extra lubrication, and he slid in slowly but effortlessly. Still exhausted from my fuck, I knelt down on the side of the bed, where I could see both of them and all of the action. "Damn, that was a big load," Nathan said to me. "Yeah, I had saved it up for several days. It was going to be for you." "Glad it went into Greg instead," Nathan replied. He had settled into a steady rhythm and was sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I'm very glad," Greg said. I reached over and stroked his black hair. There was the barest traces of a mohawk, probably an experiment in hair styles from earlier in the summer. Greg rested a hand on my thigh, and I could feel the force of each of Nathan's strokes travel through his body. "Me too," I said. "And don't worry, there are plenty more loads for you." I turned to Nathan. "You working that toxic sperm into our boy's sweet hole?" "You know it. Getting damn close to dropping my own as well." I handed Greg the bottle of poppers, and he took a hit. He then handed it to Nathan, who also did a quick hit. "Fucking a hot, cum-filled neg boy. Does it get any better than this?" "Fucking your cum-filled negative nephew?" Greg answered. "Fucking your innocent nephew, filled with dirty cum from your poz husband?" I added. "And fucking moments away from adding my own load to his collection," Nathan continued. From years of experience, I knew that Nathan was getting close to shooting; his breaths were getting quicker, and he had a far-away look on his face. "Gonna fill you up, Greg," he grunted. "Please, give me your toxic jizz," Greg begged him. That same need was still there. My injection had barely satiated the boy. Nathan shoved his cock deep into Greg, then held it there. "Fuck," he said, loudly and slowly. I knew he was cumming, his thick cock pumping his load deep into Greg. "Give it to me, Uncle Nate. Finish the job you started," Greg continued. Nathan was in no shape to reply while his hips were bucking wildly as he pumped in and out of Greg's hole. Even over Greg's pleas for more HIV-laden jizz and Nathan's heavy breathing, I could hear the wet sloshing sounds of Greg's cum-filled hole getting pumped. If I hadn't just shot my own load, I knew the sounds would be getting my cock hard. I always got turned on by knowing a guy had a load in him; hearing it so clearly only fueled my pleasure. "Such a good boy, taking all of my load deep in his raw hole," Nathan finally managed to grunt as the passion of his orgasm subsided. "You like getting drilled, filled, and bred by Uncle Jason and me?" "Oh yeah. I want every drop. I'm rock hard here," Greg said. His cock was sticking straight up, dripping pre-cum. "You gonna shoot for me boy? Jerk out a load for your uncles? Show us how much you like us fucking you?" Nathan's cock was still buried deep in Greg. Even though he had cum, he was still slowly working our loads into the young man. "Yeah, Uncle, I am." Greg was stroking his cock hard, his eyes closed in rapt concentration. "Only wish I were shooting a charged-up load like Jason's. Or yours." "Don't worry, Greg," I said. "We'll make sure you get what you need to be just as deadly as the tow of us." I ran my hand along his body, feeling his smooth, young skin, knowing although he was clean and disease free now, Nathan and I were making sure that it wouldn't be for long. "Please, you have no idea how badly I want it," he said. He grunted, and his body shuddered. His cock swelled, and a white rope erupted from the tip of his cock. It arced over his stomach, landing on his chest. Then another spurt, landing in the middle of his torso, then another on his stomach. He didn't stop stroking his cock, and several more spurts landed right on his stomach, filling up his belly button. "Nice, boy," Nathan said, admiring the load. "I hope that's going to be one of your last neg loads. You better enjoy it while you can." I leaned in for a better look, and bumped my head against Nathan, who was doing the same thing. "You first," Nathan said. "I've already eaten a few of his loads of sweet boycum." Nathan knew me far too well; I leaned in and licked up all the cum I could. Greg's sperm had the sweetness that Nathan had promised. It was the sweetness only a young man had and my tongue searched out every delicious drop I could find. Greg was still catching his breath, but still, did his best to hold me in place, keeping me away from his cock. "So sensitive," he said, by way of explanation. Nathan had finally recovered from his orgasm but was slowly sliding his cock out of Greg's hole. He removed it carefully, leaving all of the deadly spunk inside of him. He collapsed on the bed next to Greg, on the other side from me. "Very good," he said, wrapping his arm around Greg, and letting his fingertips run across my body. The three of us scrambled around a bit, getting our bodies arranged and heads on the pillows, relaxing in our post-orgasmic bliss. Greg was nestled between me and Nathan, our arms wrapped around him and each other. "I didn't expect this as my afternoon," I said, "But I'm really glad it happened. I'm happy your sperm is inside you." "Me too," Greg said. "But you have a lot of fucking to do to catch up with Nathan." "Later, boy," Nathan said. "Now, let's get some rest." Together, we grew silent, and soon, all three of us were sleeping. It was the light sleep of post-sex exhaustion; occasionally, one of us would wake up, change position, and maybe make out with the man next to us. An hour later, the sun was low enough in the sky to fall directly in my eyes. Unable to continue sleeping, I got up, staring at the two handsome men, their bodies next to each other, skin on skin. There was a special satisfaction knowing they were my men. Each of them had gotten my sperm, each of them would always carry a part of me. Forever. Quietly, I walked out of the bedroom and made myself a small snack before heading out by the pool. My shorts were still out there and I pulled them on. A few minutes later, Nathan joined me. He had pulled on a pair of light lounge pants, but was still shirtless, his defined pecs covered with trimmed fur. "You ok?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't want to sleep too much," I said. As he sat down next to me, I watched the muscles ripple across his body. He spent many hours a week at the gym, and his efforts showed. I had a mix of jealousy and pride that Greg had wanted him, my man, my husband, to fuck him. "Understand. Greg's still out," he said. "What time is it anyway?" "Nearly six," I said. "I think that was the last thing I was expecting for the afternoon. Not that I minded it at all. But is he really old enough to make that decision?" "I'm not sure. I don't think he knows, to be honest," Nathan replied. "But, he's seen at least one of our movies." "Fuck. Which one?" "Infectious Fun. And he's been thinking about this for a few months. He possibly even planned the entire trip with me just to make it happen." "Well, if he wants it, he will get it sooner or later," I said. "Yeah. Better that he does it with people he wants to poz him up," Nathan replied. "And at least we'll be here for him." "It's going to be hard for him at times." "No kidding," Nathan said. "It's always hard." He was quiet. He reached out and put his hand on mine, seeking out the ring on my finger. "Do you have any regrets?" "None." I grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. "I got you out of it. And I get your cock any time I want." My finger traced out a ring on Nathan's left hand. I had the same ring as well. "I think Greg gets first dibs on our cocks for the next day or so," Nathan said. "But I'll I need to get fucked as soon as he's away at school." "Understood. And I want your beautiful cock in me soon as well. I've missed you." We sat quietly, watching the sun slowly turn golden and fall lower in the sky. "Dinner thoughts?" I finally asked. "Maybe just grill some burgers here?" "That works. You want to wake up our boy?" It was remarkable how quickly we had both started to refer to Greg as our boy. "Sure." Nathan stood up, releasing my hand, and walked back into the house. I sat for a few moments longer, still thinking about the afternoon. I had fucked my husband's nephew. I hadn't used a condom, and I had shot my HIV-infected load into the boy's unprotected hole. And I was getting hard again, thinking about getting back into Greg's ass. I got up, and turned on the grill. I knew I couldn't think about fucking him too much, or I'd go back into the bedroom and fulfill the dream right then. There would be time later. Tonight and tomorrow would be all about getting a few more loads into him. Soon, Nathan and Greg joined me on the patio, bringing out the burgers, buns, and the other supplies. I started to grill as Nathan and Greg opened some beers. As we chatted, we didn't really talk about what had happened earlier that afternoon. Nevertheless, there was an easy intimacy between all of us that evening. It was because we had shared everything earlier. Shared our sperm, our and our virus, and with it, our hopes and our fears. Greg would come up behind me, a little closer than necessary, but always a welcome presence. At other times, Nathan would put his arm around Greg and myself, holding the two of us close to him, like he was afraid of losing us. As the evening passed, We chatted, ate, drank, and smoked a few more joints. When the sun had set, and it got cooler, we took off our clothes and got into the hot tub. There were more beers for all of us, and more joints to pass around. We were sitting closer, Greg once more nestled between Nathan and myself. Every once in a while, there would be a lull in the conversation. We took that opportunity to make out a bit. Finally, it was getting late, and I knew that Nathan was tired from the drive, and getting sleepy from the hot tub. "Head in?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so," he replied. He turned to Greg, "You want to join us in our bed? We'd love to have you." "Of course I would," Greg replied. "Good," I said. I guided his hand down to my groin, where my cock was slightly stiff. "I've got something for you before bed though." I turned to Nathan, "Do drugs first?" "Right," he said. We climbed out of the hot tub, our bodies steaming in the cool night air. "Let's deal with all this in the morning," he said. In addition to the dishes, we left our clothes behind, and wrapped towels around ourselves as we went back into the house. Once inside, we dried off, then headed to the master bath. The three of us were now naked and our cocks starting to harden as we stared at each other in the mirror. "Been a while," I said, as I opened up the bottles of Nathan's drugs. I counted out three colorful pills for him. He had the same ritual for me, but I only got one large pill. "Flip a coin? Or just breed Greg tonight?" "What?" Greg asked. "Well, each night, we flip a coin. The winner gets to decide who fucks who," I said. "But tonight, I think we're both in agreement that it's you who gets fucked. And bred hard" I got a glass of water, and handed it to Nathan. "Please, make it me tonight," Greg said. Nathan slapped him on his ass. "That's our boy," he said. He popped the pills in his mouth, then swallowed them with a gulp of water. "You go first again," he said to me. "Yeah, I still need to fire two more shots before I get any credit," I said. I popped the pill and swallowed it. "You'll make it," Nathan said. He saw Greg's quzzical look, and explained. "In order to get credit for the pozzing and get your name on our tattoo, we need to fuck a guy at least three times before he tests poz. I've done you, what, five or six times? But Jason needs two more." "And I definitely want to be one of your pozdads," I said. I was standing behind Greg, and my cock was already starting to work its way into his crack. It was a deadly snake that I had no control over. It was seeking out his tender hole, trying to get deep inside where it could shoot its venom to do the most damage. "Come on boys," Nathan interrupted us. "Settle down for at least a few seconds and let's get into bed." Reluctantly, I dropped my arms from around Greg, and the three of us headed back into the bedroom. Greg jumped on the bed and got on his back, grabbing his ankles and offering up his ass for our evening's entertainment. "Come on guys, breed me," he said. Nathan nodded to me, indicating I was free to start our evening's work. I got on the bed, aligning myself between the young man's legs. Nathan took the lube and poured some down Greg's crack. I scooped it up on my fingers and pressed it in, starting to open Greg up. Between the earlier fucking, the relaxing hot tub, and his eagerness for my cock, he opened up easily. I could feel a bit of lube from earlier that day still up there. There was also a small pool of sperm, which hadn't yet been absorbed by his body. "Just a tiny bit of sperm still up there," I said. "Your body is hungry for it." "I guess we need to refill his hole then," Nathan replied. Greg was quiet. He had his eyes closed as he gently rocked his body. He was forcing himself further on my cock. Nathan was kneeling next to me, one of his arms around me. "I'm so fucking happy you're doing this to my godson. I want us to share this opportunity." I held out my free hand, and Nathan poured a bit of the lube on it. I stroked my cock. It was already plenty hard, but I knew I had to lubricate it a bit before it slid into Greg's well-used hole. "Lots of lube please," Greg said, agreeing with my assessment of his ass. "A bit sore?" Nathan asked. Greg nodded, and Nathan poured some more lube on my fingers as they slid in and out of his hole. "It's been a busy week. And you're not quite used to it yet, huh?" Greg nodded again. "I'll go slow and gentle," I reassured Greg. "But I've got to go deep. And of course you're going to get a big load at the end." His hole was now loose enough. I pressed my cockhead up against it, and gently forced a bit into Greg. Greg smiled. "Please, Uncle Jason, give it to me," he said. I pulled out for a moment. I let Nathan pour a line of lube down the length of my cock. "You know how badly I want it." I slid back into Greg. This time, I didn't stop at just my cockhead. I pushed about half my shaft in, but then stopped for a moment as I let him get used to being penetrated once again. Greg's reaction was hard to judge: he was squirming, simultaneously trying to get adjusted to my cock inside his abused hole but also trying to get even more of my shaft in his ass. "Relax," I told him. "It's going to be here for you all night. For now, just get used to it." Nathan saw Greg's discomfort, and helped him by holding a bottle of poppers under Greg's nose. Greg inhaled greedily, clearly needing every bit of extra assistance he could get. After Greg took his hit, Nathan turned to me, and held the bottle under my nose. I followed Greg, and did a deep hit. The drug got to both of us at the same time, and helped us work together to get my cock all the way into the boy's hole. "Oh fuck, Uncle, your cock feels so good in me. Your raw cock. Your raw, poz cock." "And your hole is so warm and wet, milking out my pre-cum." I was lost in the pleasure of the fuck, not caring about anything other than the exquisite pleasure that my cock was feeling. I was glad to have shot a load earlier in the afternoon. It meant I wasn't so desperate to immediately drain my balls. I knew I could enjoy this fuck and make it last. It would be something very special for all of us. Nathan poured a bit of lube on his cock, then slid in behind me. A moment later, I felt his cock slide into my crack and rub against my hole. I tensed a bit but Nathan whispered into my ear, "Relax, love." I hadn't expected this intrusion. "Just focus on what makes you feel good. Your raw cock in my nephew's hole. Feel our poz cum mixing inside of his neg hole. And feel my raw cock in your sweet hole." His cockhead was pressing up against me. If I just relaxed a tiny bit, it would glide into me and fill me up. I desperately wanted my husband's cock inside me. But once he was inside me, I couldn't last very long inside of Greg. Further, as much as I wanted Nathan's sperm, I knew that Greg needed it more. I'd have many more opportunities to take Nathan's load, but right now, Greg needed as much of our toxic cream as we could give him. "I want to last a little longer in Greg," I said. "And I bet Greg wants your death spooge as well." "Fuck yeah," Greg said. "I want every toxic drop you can inject in me." I leaned over Greg and our lips locked. Greg let go of his legs, and wrapped them around me, pulling me in deeper. Behind me, Nathan was still teasing my hole, sliding his shaft along my crack. "Don't worry. I'm not going to cum in you," Nathan said. He handed me the bottle of poppers. "But I am going to fuck you." I took a hit from the poppers, then Nathan waited for them to take effect. I relaxed as the drug spread across my body. It got me ready for him to enter me. He slowly pushed his cock into my hole, filling me up after a long absence. The familiar sensation of my husband's cock inside of me made my own dick stiffen and throb in Greg's hole. "Oh fuck, that feels good," Greg moaned, as Nathan's thrusts forced my cock even deeper into the boy. "Fuck, I want your load." "You want to get him off?" Nathan asked Greg, leaning over my shoulder. "Just beg him for toxic sperm. He'll melt in you. Literally." I wanted to slap Nathan; I didn't want this fuck to end quite yet. "Fuck man, you want to poz me up?" Greg asked, smiling. "You want to shoot your HIV juice in my raw, negative ass?" I was on edge; my husband was fucking my ass hard, my cock was buried in my nephew's hole, and both of them were begging me to cum. It was everything that got me off and it was all happening at once. "Come on, Uncle Jason. Breed me. Infect me. I want it. You want to give it to me." "Make him our poz son," Nathan whispered in my ear. "Get him wet and lubed up for me." Nathan was rubbing his cockhead right against my prostate. "I want to feel you cum from the inside." "Fuck you Nathan," I moaned, slamming my cock deep into Greg's hole, and squeezing my ass around Nathan's shaft. I stopped trying to hold off the orgasm, and let my animal instincts take over. The tingling at the tip of my cock spread down my shaft, engulfing my balls. "And fuck you, Greg. Take my hot poz juice, boy!" I shoved into Greg one last time, right as I exploded. Although not quite as intense and forceful as earlier in the day, it was still plenty mind-blowing for me. I could feel spurt after spurt of thick jizz shooting into the young man's hole. "Fuck, Uncle Jason! Give it to me! Infect me!" Greg begged me, his ass working overtime to milk out every drop of cream from my balls. Behind me, Nathan was pushing his cock into me, forcing me up against his nephew's body. "Fuck, love, that was an intense one," Nathan whispered into my ear. I was gasping for breath, my cock still buried in Greg's hole and still dripping toxic seed into my nephew's body. "Our boy's hole ready for my cock?" he asked me. I was still in the pleasant afterglow of orgasm. I was trying to catch my breath and not thinking about anything other than how good my cock felt right after blowing my load right into Greg. It took me a second to process what Nathan had asked. Even then, all I could do was nod my head and grunt, "Yeah, he's ready." My still hard cock was squishing around in the pool of sperm that had collected in the depths of Greg's hole. With Nathan's cock already lubed up from fucking me, it would be easy for my husband to penetrate into Greg's most delicate parts. "Fuck, Uncle Jason, that was a huge load," Greg said to me. "It felt so good to have you inside of me again. And I could feel every spurt of your dick, filling me with your pozjuice." "It felt good for me too," I said. I had finally caught my breath, and was now coming back down to earth. "I'm going to pull out," I said, letting both Nathan and Greg know what they had to do. Nathan inched back just enough for me to pull out of Greg. There was a wet pop as my shaft came out of the boy. As I looked down, my cock had only the slightest sheen of sperm and lube covering it. "He's a hungry boy," Nathan said, looking over my shoulder. He had seen how much of my load stayed inside of Greg. "Now it's my turn to give more of what he's been begging us for." Nathan pulled his cock out of me, and I scooted over to one side to give him access to Greg's hole. I handed the bottle of poppers to Greg. "I think you'll want these," I said. He held the bottle under his nose and sniffed greedily. I wrapped my hand around Nathan's shoulders, using him to help support myself. I watched him line his hard tool up with his nephew's hole. "Please Uncle Nathan," Greg moaned. "Fuck me. Poz me." His face was flushing red from the poppers. Between his sexual arousal, the weed, and the poppers, he had lost any ability to filter his desires and needs. It was obvious how badly he needed a cock inside of him, and how much he wanted Nathan's cock in particular. And how much he wanted to get infected. I had a momentary pang of jealousy. Greg was taking my man's cock, and that he was getting a load that should have been mine. Nathan turned to me, gave me a kiss, and said, "I love you, Jason. And I really love being able to share my nephew and his hole with you." It was hard for me to begrudge Nathan this pleasure. Plus he was going to be using my sperm as his lube, rubbing my virus into the bug-chasing young man. Nathan turned back to Greg. "Are you ready for this, boy?" "Please. I need you inside me." His eyes were darting back and forth between us, and I knew he had been listening to us and reading our body language carefully. "I want you to rub your husband's toxic load into my hole. I want to be your poz boy. I want it from both of you." Even though I had just cum, my cock twitched, hearing Greg express his needs so forcefully and clearly. "You good for another load?" Nathan whispered into my ear, noticing how I was hard once more. "I really want you to be his poz father as well." His hard cock was now sliding easily into the boy's hole. As it slid out, I could see how glossy it was from the accumulated sperm we had fucked into him. "Damn, that's a wet hole," I said. I was still a bit breathless from the orgasm, and it was hard for me to say anything more profound than the strikingly obvious. It was clear from Greg's expression that he was right at his limit for getting fucked: his virgin ass had been pounded repeatedly over the past few days. He was tender, sore, and raw. Both Nathan and I were hung pretty well, and we had not dialed back the force of our fucking for Greg's benefit. I could just barely think it, much less articulate it, but Greg was going to loose the battle against Nathan's virus. Or mine. I almost expected to wake up the next morning to find a feverish boy between Nathan and myself, as the virus started to destroy his beautiful young body. "Please, Uncle Nate," Greg moaned, snapping me back to reality. "Fuck me hard." He had done another hit of poppers, and Nathan was pounding his hole hard. From Nathan's tense breathing, I knew that he wasn't far from breeding the boy. "I want your death seed so badly. But I'm not sure how much longer I can take you fucking me." I knew that was a magic phrase for Nathan. He came the hardest when he knew the bottom was right at the edge between pleasure and pain. It would be the last minute he could cum inside of a man, but, especially for a neg bottom, the perfect moment for his seed to take. "I want you to have it, my sweet, beautiful boy. I want us to be your poz dads. I want you to get it from me. From Jason." He turned to me and kissed me. "Take my man's sperm," I said. My cock was leaking pre-cum again already. I reached down, and wiped some off onto my finger. I leaned over and let Greg lick it off. "And here's a bit more of my sperm for you as well." "Oh fuck, Uncle Jason," Greg moaned, sucking down on my fingers. "Please?" Please?" All I could think of was my own need a few years ago, when I was the one begging Nathan for his seed, and how good it felt for him to cum inside of me. I had always been hard as a rock, ready to cum, needing to get off. I knew he was going to be no different once Nathan shot his dirty, deadly load in him. I found the bottle of lube, and poured some on Greg's cock. I started to stroke him, his cock getting hard and quickly dripping its own sticky white per-cum. "Good boy, Greg," I said. "Come for me. Let Nathan feel you cum as he fucks you." I looked back at Nathan, but his head was back, eyes closed, and his mouth open in ecstasy. "FUCK BOY," Nathan yelled as his body bucked and forced his cock into the boy's willing body. His hips thrashed as his cock throbbed. Deep inside Greg's hole, I knew his cockhead had swollen and plugged up Greg. His cum was now shooting into the boy, where it would stay all night long. "Take it," he said, punctuating each syllable with another thrust into the boy. "Take my poz cum, Greg. Get fucked up on it." "Oh, Oh, Oh," Greg moaned. In my hand, his cock throbbed and spurted. A thick jet of white cream arced over his abs and right onto his chest. Several more eruptions followed it, coating first his chest then his abs with sperm. Without thinking, I leaned in and licked it up while it was still hot. "Kiss me," Nathan ordered me, before I could swallow my last mouthful of cum. I did, letting him share Greg's sweet sperm with me. We swapped the load back and forth, before finally, Nathan swallowed the last bit. "Damn, that's good," he said, slowly catching his breath. Beneath us, Greg was lying on his back, also gasping. His ass was still full of Nathan's cock but it was obvious his balls were now drained of cum. "Thank you Uncle Nathan," he said. Turning to me, he continued. "And thank you, Uncle Jason." "Our pleasure," I said, answering for Nathan. He had recovered from the pounding, and was slowly pulling his cock out of Greg's hole. Sandwiched between my two men, I was stroking Nathan's back, and gently rubbing Greg's hole at the same time. I was a bit sleepy, but very happy: Nathan was back in the bed we shared, and we had a hot boy who was begging for as much cum as we could give him. "Sleep?" Nathan asked, as his cock finally fell out of Greg's hole. "It's been a long day for us, and I'm ready for some rest." It hadn't been too hard for me, but the fucking had made me sleepy. I didn't protest as Nathan laid down facing Greg. I spooned up behind the boy, feeling his wet hole against my semi hard cock. "Please," Greg said. "And thank-you. Again. For giving me what I've dreamed of for so long." He put an arm around Nathan; Nathan put his arm over Greg, and slowly played with one of my nipples. I mumbled, "Sleep well" as I nibbled on Greg's ear, resting a hand on his hip. Lovingly entangled like this, it didn't take any of us long to fall asleep.