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I awoke later in the day while it was still light outside, and spent a few confused moments wondering where I was. However, as I noticed the leather accessories I was still wearing and the ache in my rear end, it all came flooding back to me. Yes, I had really spent the night in a dingy warehouse sex club, taking load after load of toxic cum. My stomach churned at the thought, and yet my dick started to harden again. I lay in the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as I processed everything in my head. Although it hadn't entered my mind since I had arrived in Sydney and resumed my role as Peter and Aidan's personal cumdump, I now knew that all prospects for going back to my old life were gone. I was never again going to be the popular, hunky, athletic jock with a string of girlfriends and female suitors. I was never again going to be the alpha. But, I found myself wondering, did I really care? Was that ever who I actually wanted to be? Sure, I loved being athletic and sporty, and I seemed to be both comfortable and happy making lots of friends and being popular. However, maybe the girlfriends thing was me just playing a role. Maybe my ever-present curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man indicated that it was really a suppressed desire. The willingness with which I had submitted in the Whitsundays, the cock hunger I had exhibited as I made my way around the country, and the peace and calm I had felt while living with the guys in their apartment and taking several loads a day all seemed to indicate that my true nature had now been found. After realising that I could still be the popular sporty guy if I wanted, but just one who lived a different kind of life to all the colour-by-numbers types who normally inhabited that role, I felt at peace and ready to face whatever the rest of the day was going to hold. I therefore hauled myself out of the bed, opened the door and wandered off to see what the rest of this house was like and who exactly the two kind-faced gents were who had brought me back here after participating in my gang-pozzing. As it happened there didn't seem to be anyone about, but I found a note that had been left for me on a table by the front door. I was invited to make myself comfortable, eat or drink anything I wanted from the kitchen, and get myself cleaned up in the guest shower room by the back door whenever I fancied. A loose-fitting pair of shorts and a tank top had been left for me in there, so after having a couple of glasses of water I took up their offer and had a long, hot shower. Sensing that it was expected of me, I also detached the shower head and used the hose to get my innards cleaned out. Once all dried off and dressed in the clothes they had left, I made my way out into their little back garden to smoke a cigarette from the pack that had been left with the note. I was sat at a chair in the kitchen eating some scrambled eggs on toast I had made when the two guys came back from wherever they had been, about half an hour after I had got up. They were both shorter than me and a bit chubby, with a range of tattoos visible on their limbs and each sporting a significant piercing or two. The one with a big nose ring introduced himself as Gus, while his partner with the chunky hoop earrings told me he was called Steve. They told me they were friends of Peter and Aidan's, and had been hearing about me since the other two had got back from Queenslands. "I hope you're feeling well rested" said Gus, "you have a long night ahead of you." "Yes sir" I replied, sensing I should maybe adopt the submissive role. "Good boy" said Steve, "it's right that you should know your place now." "Yes sir" I replied again. "What will I be doing tonight?" "Tonight, boy, you're going alfresco" said Gus. "Alfresco?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Steve. "There's a special place by the river where you'll be the star attraction tonight." "We've put a couple of little bootie calls out for you" said Gus, "and there will be plenty of others passing by who will want a piece of you." I looked between them, and then down at the floor. "Sir...will they all be pozzing me?" I asked. Gus laughed. "I can't vouch for all of them boy, but the guys we've invited along are definitely very toxic." "Plus you'll get a few more loads from each of us, and we practically have AIDS" laughed Steve. I visibly winced at that last comment, while continuing to stare at the floor. "Don't be scared boy" said Gus, coming over to me and rubbing my back. "From what Pete and Aid have told us, this is who you are meant to be. But that doesn't mean you can't go on meds when we've finally converted you, just like they have. You can be a perfectly normal, healthy jock, who just happens to be a poz cumdump." I nodded again. "Thank you sir" I said quietly. "I think that's what I want." "OK, good" said Steve. "Well, we'll focus on getting you pozzed, and then Pete and Aid can talk to you about the rest before you go home." Despite all this talk of me knowingly and deliberately catching this disease, their comforting words seemed to sort out the muddle in my head, at least temporarily. We then spent the next couple of hours sat in the garden chatting, smoking, eating and drinking, and I found that I actually really liked the pair of them. I was actually feeling grateful that I got to be taken care of by them during this journey I was on. Once night had fallen they decided we better get ready, which involved little for me other than another clean-out and then putting back on the leather jockstrap from last night to wear under the loose shorts. Gus and Steve changed completely so that they were back in leathers, and then they proceeded to spray me from head to toe with insect repellent. "We want you pozzed, not eaten alive" said Gus as he rubbed the stuff up my inner thighs. "You'll also want to get some of this inside you" said Steve, handing me a tube of lube. "Once the guys get started on you later, you'll only have their loads to lube you." I duly squirted some out and rubbed it into my hole, then pulled my shorts back up and slipped the tube into one of the pockets. I then put on a pair of flip-flops Gus threw on the floor for me, and headed out the door with them into what appeared to be a quiet suburb. This time they walked me to fairly conservative looking car rather than the van they'd brought me home in last time, meaning I got to enjoy the view out the window as we drove. Sitting in the back seat I was also able to quietly finger and loosen myself up, adding more of the lube to really get myself ready. I didn't know Sydney enough to recognise anything for quite a while, so was still just as in the dark about where their house was as I had been the night before. However, at some point we were suddenly close to a big stadium that I realised meant we had reached the former Olympic Park, and from there it was only a bit more driving into increasingly quiet areas before we stopped at a giant, deserted car park and got out. From there it was a bit of a trek through some trees and fields until we arrived at a spot near the water that seemed to be completely secluded, with the only people around being three guys who seemed to be waiting for our arrival. "Here he is boys" announced Gus, as he and Steve led me towards an old mattress that had a large barrel standing next to it. "Get him over the barrel" one of the men said, which resulted in Steve urging me towards it. We stopped just in front of it, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, encouraging me to step out of them. He left the tank top on me, and I bent forward to rest my hands on the barrel. "OK boys" said Steve, "get to pozzing!" So my night truly began...

My husband was at home with our son and I was out to slut around. I am such a fucking cheater. It has been months if not a year since I last got fucked and bred. So many bottoms and so few tops. I went to the Treasure Chest in Portland Maine this afternoon not really expecting much. It’s a Monday afternoon. Not the best time for cruising but I was horny as fuck. Haven’t had cock in my ass in months and almost no cocks to suck either. So I am In my usual booth with my pants around my ankles, some raw fucking on the screen, and my cock in my hand, one of the regular cocksuckers had already had a go at my bone. He’s got good skills but I was just not in the mood for a bj - giving one maybe but not getting unless it was from a young stud. There I sat wanking away when in comes a hot, fit ginger bear about 35 r so. 5’9” and a full beard. Woof! I grabbed his Cock through his shorts and gave it a tug. It was firm and long and growing fast. I pulled down his his shorts and out popped this hard, slim 7 inch cut cock with a nicely flared head. It was poker straight and delicious. I sucked it deep right off. Savored a musky man tang. The thought crossed my mind that this cock had already been in someone’s ass. I worked it for a couple of minutes and backed off. I asked “what are you into?” ”I’m a top,” he said. “Sweet” I replied as I hit the poppers. He reached for my ass and said “Let me see that ass.” Didn’t have to ask me twice. I stood and presented. He didn’t even wait for me to say fuck me. He just pushed his cock up against my ass. I spit on my hand a couple of times to lube up my ass and then the same for his cock. I guided him to my hole and he slipped right in. It hurt a little cause it was still a little dry but I didn’t care. I had a raw cock sliding up in my body and I was blissed out on poppers. His cock popped back out and I slicked it up again. This time it slid in up to his balls and he moaned “Yea, there it goes” and started pumping his bare cock deep into my body. I hit the poppers again and enjoyed the ride. He was quiet but had perfect rhythm and banged my prostate every time he pushed in. ”You want to cum in me don’t you?” I said “You want to breed my hole don’t you?” ”Fuck yea” and he started pumping faster. ”Breed me baby. I want you load. Load me up. Give me your babies” I begged for his load and he moaned and pushed in deeper and held it there unloading pulse after pulse of raw semen into my body. “Fuck yes. Give it to me.” He stroked in and out a few more times then pulled out. I sucked him clean and he tucked away with a big thank you for me. He left the booth and I sat back on the bench with my legs open fingering my cummy hole and licking my fingers clean. Well fucked and wanting more.

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.

Reposted another one of my favs from Yahoo! Groups, this time I actually have the author and origin info. To: biohazardbrotherhood@yahoogroups.com From: "stevestory2000" <Knack6@hotmail.com> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 14:15:17 -0000 Subject: [biohazardbrotherhood] Story: Breaking the News "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute counselor really didn't have to tell me anything. few weeks earlier at a circuit party I had felt the heat of that load; it was special. I wasn't really a "bug chaser" as much as I was a "bug enabler". I encouraged all men to fuck me raw whether they were black, white, gay, straight, young, old, poz, neg, or who the fuck cares. And the big-dicked Puerto Rican stud who savaged me with his Prince Albert at that party was definitely worth some enabling. He looked into my eyes, and even though I was so tweaked I could barely remember my name, I knew he was giving me his reason for dying. Back to the cute counselor. 30ish, blonde and blue-eyed, very studious with his glasses and suit and tie, about 5'6'' - I love short guys cause they're always packing such a whanger. Sweet bubble butt, I could tell from when he leaned over to put his jacket on the coat rack. "...you have the virus." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need any help, there's some..." I licked my lips and stared at his swelling pectorals. Thank God this room was so muggy -- I could see his big meaty tits pasted against his white dress shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are poz. It's the in thing, right? They'll tell me what to do." He frowned, bit his luscious lower lip. He took this pretty seriously. "Mr. Johnson, this is very serious." See what I mean? I just blew him a kiss as I walked away. "I know it is. I never have to wear rubbers again, never have to be in fear again. Today is the first day of the rest of my life." I saw his eyes well up with tears as I left. My friends were part sad and part pleased when I told them. Mostly pleased, cause they got to tap my ass raw. Some of 'em felt like they'd led me to start barebacking and they were responsible for my 'death sentence', but their sheer lust for my firm, tanned ass overcame their guilt feelings. I invited some of 'em out to one of my favorite tearooms and amazingly enough, one of them knew the name of the guy who pozzed me. Armando. I didn't tell Armando that I knew he gave me the bug (I'd save that for the middle of our next fuck) but I asked him to come with us. Unfortunately, the place was closed down for "health reasons" (the AIDS police going crazy again) so we went to a good bathhouse that Armando went to sometimes. It was a great place. Armando was the star attraction; seeing him sweet-talk a local college football stud into letting him fuck his tight ass unrubbered was one of the highlights of my new slut life. Armando just stroked the stud's abs, licked his pits, and whispered resolve-melting Puerto Rican words into his ear until finally the boi gave up. The breaking-in quickly became a gangbang but before I could take my turn someone else caught my eye -- among other areas. That ass. Flawless. Short blonde sweetness dropped his towel and went into the steam room. I had to follow him. Had to ravish him. I was a very infrequent top but the bug had changed me, changed my priorities. When I sat down beside him, barely able to make out his features in the fog, he seemed so pure, so unspoiled. I sucked him dry, then flipped him over so his flat belly humped the cool bench. I slid my leaking member up and down his rosebud. "I-I have a condom..." I just laughed and shoved my way in, no lube, no prep, only the moisture of the room. I wanted him to feel this, suffer the tears that dance so seductively with seroconversion. He screamed and tried to fight me off, all while I licked his ears and bit into his neck and shoulders. His soft 4 inches quickly swelled to 7 hard inches in spite of his pleas to stop, and I tapped his ass bareback. My first. Definitely not my last. He pushed back on my wickedly curved 8-incher now, moaning, whimpering, fighting back tears of shame from how much he enjoyed breaking all the safe sex rules. I made sure I plowed him good and rough -- he wouldn't forget this fuck. I shot my wad and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Almost like getting someone pregnant. Knowing you've created a life. Or a death. Armando strolled into the room now. I opened up the blonde beauty's legs for him. He winked at me, shared a deep tongue kiss, and then went to work plundering our new man-cunt. The man just squirmed and shivered and purred at the feel of Armando's dick jewelery scraping his insides. By this time Armando pulled out long enough for me to flip this whore over. Our eyes locked. His tears flowed into his open mouth as he gasped. I leaned over to lick the tears away. I'd recognized him from the second I saw that ass. My counselor. I had to laugh. The words just came out of my mouth effortlessly as Armando reached his climax. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..."

I’ve arrived back at my hotel room. As I take off my shorts and shirt, cum is still running down my legs. I’m sitting in my hotel room with an anchor plug firmly seated in my ass and my cock is rock hard thinking about what a cumslut I was today. The day started with a top from Grindr. He had a magnificent cock, and fucked me bareback for about 25 minutes before giving me first load of the day. His cock was 8.5” and very thick. It stretched and filled my ass perfectly. I was face down on the bed and he walked in, rimmed me, and then proceeded to pound my ass with his bare cock. When he did finally cum, he pushed his cock in to the hilt and I felt his cock pulsing his hot cum deep inside me. He zipped and left and I knew I needed more.!! Off to the ABS in SW Fort Worth, where I picked my favorite middle booth with gloryholes on each side. A nice, fat cock presented itself and I immediately started sucking. He was soon fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, so I stood up, turned around and pushed his cock into my already lubed ass. He felt glorious and pounded me hard for 5 minutes before giving me my second anonymous load. A cock was pushed thru on the other side and I repeated the process, very happy to take two loads in about 15 minutes. This continued with another 4 cocks, each one fucking my and breeding me thru the gloryhole. Soon I had 6 anonymous load, having no idea their status or what they looked like. My hole was sloppy and there was cum on the floor that had leaked out while I was being fucked. As things slowed down, I left and went to another ABS close by and was regarded with a load in my mouth, which a happily swallowed into my belly, and two more cocks fucking and breeding me. My ass was full with 7 loads, but I still had a little time to kill, so I returned to the first ABS, and received another two anonymous loads to mix with the others. I have taken a lot of cocks and cum before, but never have I had 9 complete anonymous loads mixing together in my well fucked ass. I am trying to keep them in me as long as possible, but my ass is well used and I’m sure when I pull out this plug, cum will be gushing out and running down my legs. I feel like an accomplished cumslut today!!

It had been some hours since I was delivered to this place by Peter and Aidan, and I was starting to show signs of wear and tear. I had stopped counting loads at twenty, and that was quite a long time ago. When I had first walked in the room, I was set upon by a group of men of all shapes and sizes who swarmed around me and began groping and rubbing me all over. One had eventually encouraged me to bend over a little, before a whole succession of them took turns rimming and fingering me. Eventually I started to be given several huffs of poppers that got my head swimming, before I was suddenly pulled up, pushed towards a rig in the corner, turned around and lifted off my feet and into a sling. Before I really knew what was happening my ankles were raised and pushed through some leather hoops, and then my wrists had been lifted and secured to the chains using the cuffs I was wearing. The rimming had continued for some time after that, but eventually moved on to a lot more fingering. I repeatedly felt them nicking my insides with their nails while they were doing this, causing me to wince and yell out until a big chubby bear turned my head to the side and stuck his girthy cock down my throat to silence me. He didn’t pull it out until the first of the cocks had been pushed up inside me and the fucking had begun. Every single man in the room had fucked and bred me while I was in the sling, ordering me to take their “toxic loads”, “hot loads” and “personal strains”. I was strangely numb during all of this, just looking up at each of them as they pounded me hard. All of them had tattoos of some description, including biohazard symbols, scorpions, skulls and crossbones, and one of them with a giant cobra winding down his torso to the snake’s flared, open mouth above his groin. I concluded these were all markings to indicate their status as aggressive poz fuckers. Once I had been bred in the sling by everyone, I was allowed a bit of respite and fresh air in a small courtyard out the back. I chose to stand to get the blood back into my arms and legs, which invited several men to come up behind me and push their cocks into my sloppy rear end. At some point a cigarette was pushed between my lips, and I happily stood there and smoked a couple while being gently fucked. I had enjoyed smoking a bit as a teenager, and as I stood in this place knowingly having a deadly virus repeatedly pumped into my backside, my previous health concerns about puffing on cigarettes seemed to fade. In due course I was then taken back inside, pushed onto a padded bench, strapped down and a blindfold put on me. A pair of headphones was then put over my ears, blocking out almost all sound and pushing me into a state of sensory deprivation. From then on all I could feel was the hard pounding I was taking up the arse, as well as the taste and stretching of the occasional cock pushed into my mouth and down my throat. Based on the tang of blood and cum on some of them, I guessed they were fresh from breeding me. This is how my night continued. Time seemed to lose all meaning, so I never knew how long I had been in each position before I was released, taken back outside and allowed to drink some water and smoke a few more cigarettes. However, the final time I was escorted outside (after having been on my knees on a mat taking a succession of double-fuckings) dawn had broken. There were considerably fewer men present by then, and my final stint indoors was a more sedentary affair as I got on all fours and took a few low-energy spitroastings. Once it was all over, I was hauled to my feet by a couple of hairy, slightly chubby guys in leather while everyone else remaining headed out and left. The two guys had surprisingly gentle expressions on their faces, and took the time to check how I was. They then escorted me through a side door to a filthy bathroom where I was able to take a quick shower while still dressed in all the the leather gear, and then once they dried me off with a raggedy towel they led me out of the building to a white van. I was put in the back, which was fitted out with a dirty mattress, and then they climbed in the front and set off. As there were no windows in the back I just lay on the mattress, braced myself against the sides and closed my eyes, passing out into a deep sleep almost immediately. I therefore had no idea how long we had been driving when I was awoken by one of the guys opening up the back door to allow the fluorescent light of a garage to pour in. I climbed out and then followed them into a house attached to the garage, which I was surprised to find was just an ordinary dwelling. “Here you go” said one of the guys, “welcome to the Moulin Spooge.” “The Moulin Spooge?” I croaked. “Just a fun little name we have for our home” replied the other. “Now, let’s get you to bed so you have some energy for this evening.” “This evening?” I asked. “Round two” he replied. I sighed, too tired to even ask any more. I allowed them to lead me into a bedroom, where I collapsed onto the bed face first. I felt my legs being lifted and my boots removed, before sleep took me over and I passed out, not knowing what the evening would bring but knowing I would take it all.

The journey to the life I now lead began on my 19th birthday, in the tropical setting of the Whitsunday Islands in Australia. I was there for my gap year before university, and while I was mostly staying in cheap hostels on my trip, my family had paid for me to stay for a few nights at a luxury resort in the Whitsundays for my birthday. At the time I would rather they had just given me the money, but hey. I had arrived relatively late one night, and after the best sleep of my trip so far, I had spent the day relaxing by the pool and on the beach, taking full advantage of the free food and drink at the all-inclusive resort. That evening, as I sat by the pool and sipped on the champagne cocktail I had chosen to splash out a bit of extra cash to buy to celebrate my birthday, I kept noticing a couple of guys eyeing me up. They looked to be in their 40s or maybe early 50s, they were both pretty rugged and muscled, and the matching rings they wore suggested they were a couple. They would look away when I caught their eye, but each time their gaze would fall on me again shortly after. It was clear they were interested in me, and the longer this went on and the more of the cocktail I drank, the more fervent the butterflies in my stomach got. I was the popular kid at school. Tall, athletic, and apparently good looking based on the interest girls showed in me. My involvement in virtually every sport going, as well as a regime of training at the gym from the age of 16, had given me a great body that I continued to work on in Australia, even though I had to make do with lifting rocks at the beach rather than working out in an actual weight room. My time in the sun Down Under had also resulted in a nice tan all over, and I continued to shave much of my body hair to remain smooth and allow my muscles to really shine. My normally dark blond hair had lightened under the sun, and I kept it short and simply styled. I had lost my virginity at 15, and had a steady stream of girlfriends until I left for Australia. Indeed, I had also hooked up with quite a few women on my trip. However, I did have a curiosity about guys too. Not a longing or desire as such, but I did occasionally wonder what it would be like to be with a man. As the older couple continued to leer at me, and the alcohol loosened my inhibitions, I decided to see where this would go so I could perhaps satisfy that curiosity. To cut a not particularly long story short, before the day was out I was on my hands and knees on their bed, experiencing my first spitroast. The two guys, Aidan and Peter, were energetic and just the right amount of aggressive in their regular alternation between my front and back ends, such that I was rarely without both their sizeable cocks inside me. I loved it, and got to enjoy taking several loads from each of them up my arse and down my throat before dawn broke. For the remainder of my time in the Whitsundays I served as their cumdump. We spent almost all our time together, and I got to know them as kind and generous guys who had had to get creative with their sex lives given they were a pair of pure tops who had happened to fall hopelessly in love with one another. I, meanwhile, explored this new-found passion I had for bottoming, and was basically open to anything they wanted to show me. Double-fucking, bondage, fisting – you name it, we did it. They had travelled to the islands prepared for whatever they found, meaning I could be fully inducted into the ways of mansex with all the supplies you would ever need. We parted ways when my stay at the resort came to an end but with a promise that I would give them a call when I arrived in Sydney, which I had decided would be the city I stayed in for a longer period to find some work and earn some money before I set off on my travels again. Sure enough, a few weeks later I got in touch with them as I prepared to leave Melbourne, and was pleased when they insisted I save money on a hostel by staying with them for a bit. It wasn’t said directly but clearly implied that my rent would be paid with my holes, which I was absolutely fine with. Despite not being entirely sure about myself after I left the islands, and continuing to sort of believe I'd get a girlfriend back in the UK at some point, I soon found that I had an almost unquenchable desire to be fucked again. I had therefore been happily taking cock across the country as I travelled around, using hook-up apps, bars and even the odd public park as my means of meeting men. Despite being barebacked by Peter and Aidan, I had played safe thereafter and made every guy who got inside me use a condom. I wasn’t to know that I would never use one again as I boarded the bus to Sydney. I ended up staying with them for several months, occasionally going off travelling for a couple of weeks at a time, but otherwise working in a couple of shops, hitting the gym regularly, taking in all the entertainment and amenities Sydney had to offer, and then getting loaded up at night. Aidan and Peter enjoyed hosting parties, and I was soon one of the attractions on offer in their luxury apartment when their friends came to visit, often donning a skimpy waiter’s outfit over my increasingly muscular frame to notionally serve drinks and canapes to their guests but actually more so there was something for the various male visitors to rip off. For some reason I never asked anyone to use condoms, trusting in Peter and Aidan to look out for me. I even gained a sort of boyfriend in their close friend Jurgen, a Swedish ex-pat who lived nearby and had always been a regular dinner guest, and who now borrowed me on regular occasions to spend the night with him. In essence, I had become a very happy and well looked after manwhore. However, it was all too quickly the end of my time in Australia. Given the fun I was having and the money I was earning, I decided to cancel my plans to head over to New Zealand for a month and instead just stay in Sydney longer and then head straight back to the UK from there in August, prior to starting my university degree in late September. A couple of weeks before I left for the long journey home, Aidan and Peter let me know that they had organised a very special party for me to see me off, which I would ‘never forget’. They were tight-lipped on the detail, but I had to promise to keep myself free for the weekend, and be fully clean and ready by 8pm on the Friday so the festivities could begin. Friday evening came around, and at 8pm on the dot Aidan and Peter arrived home carrying a couple of shopping bags. They ordered me to strip, and then gradually tossed me bits of gear from the bags to get dressed into. By the end of it, I was standing before them in big heavy black leather boots, a tight-fitting pair of leather chaps, a black leather jock, a multi-strap leather harness, and a fat padded leather collar with red trim and matching cuffs. They seemed pretty happy, and I had to admit I loved the look too, mentally adding “leather fetish” to the list of things I was finding out about myself. We left the apartment and headed to their BMW in the basement car park, from where Aidan drove us for some time to an industrial area. We left the main roads and entered the back alleys, and eventually parked up behind what looked like a warehouse. There were a few men hanging around outside the door smoking, some in bits of leather but others dressed more casually, and they all turned and looked as I emerged from the car and walked with Aidan and Peter towards them, sizing me up and down as I approached. “This the boy, Pete?” asked one of them as we got closer. “Yes, ready and waiting” Peter replied. “Cool” said the man. “Get him inside and then you can be on your way.” I turned my head to Peter as Aidan urged me forward to the door. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Where are you two going?” “We’ll explain inside” Peter replied, not making eye contact with me. I had been nervously excited on the drive over, but now just felt exclusively nervous as the night seemed to be taking a bit of an unexpected turn. However, I trusted the two of them, so allowed them to lead me through the door and into the building, which was dimly lit and seemed to be deserted. They led me across an empty warehouse space and through another door, beyond which I could hear some low thumping music and lots of muffled male voices. Aidan closed that door behind me, and then they stopped and turned to face me. “What’s going on?” I asked again. “Well boy, this is how it is” Aidan replied. “You are a cumdump. A natural. You didn’t know it before you met us, but there’s no going back, is there?” I shook my head after a pause. “So” continued Peter, “tonight we’re helping you to complete your transformation to what you really are.” “The guys here tonight will be taking care of your needs for the next few days” said Aidan, “and then we’ll take care of you before you go home to London and start living your life the way you’re meant to.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice slightly high and shaky. “It means, boy” replied Peter, “that you need to be free of any constraints so you can get that perfect arse of yours fucked by anyone and everyone.” “It means” continued Aidan, “that you will be taking loads tonight that will change you forever, and for the better.” It started to dawn on me what they were talking about, and I felt a sinking feeling replace the nerves. Peter and Aidan were intending to get me pozzed. “You understand, don’t you boy?” said Peter. I looked down and nodded. “Yes sir” I replied, referring to him in a way I had only previously done during some evenings of role play. “I think you want it” said Peter, “and I know you need it.” After a pause I nodded again, saying nothing. My heart was kind of breaking, and yet I couldn’t deny that my cock was rapidly hardening in the confines of the leather jock. This didn’t go unnoticed. “Thought so” said Aidan. “We’ve known a lot of cumdumps over the years, and can always tell which ones just need a little push to give themselves over to their true nature. You, boy, are a classic case.” I just stood there looking at my feet, my mind seemingly both racing while also going blank. I knew I could just get out of there and stop this, but somehow I also knew I would be seeing this through. “What you don’t know is that we’re both undetectable” said Peter. “In fact, pretty much everyone who’s fucked you in this city is.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means that we’re all on meds and shooting blanks” said Aidan. “The guys in here tonight are the exact opposite, and you won’t be leaving here until you’re riddled with the bug.” “But this is your last chance” said Peter. “If you want to back out now then we’ll take you home.” When I said nothing, Peter smiled and patted me on the back, before turning and pressing a button on the wall. Moments later, another door opened and the corridor we were standing in filled with noise. I stood and looked towards it, until Aidan gently pushed me in that direction. However, this time they didn’t come with me, and as I approached the door I turned to look at them. “Have fun, boy” Peter said. “When you’re ready your bed will be waiting for you.” I nodded, then then turned towards the door and walked through.

One you take a big load as your first cock, all subsequent cocks go in easier. And your hole is already lubed. Just keep going!

Had a kind of hot top dad bear over - he said he was ALL top. He comes over, we strip as we're standing - as we make out and I rub his cock, his kissing is basically mauling my face. Every minute or two (time kind of hard to measure since every min felt like 10 minutes) he'd pulled away and clear his throat which was all phlegmy. Meanwhile his cock never got the slightest bit aroused (and he wasn't touching mine). He kept saying how he's going to fuck me good but I was like, with what? Not that cock that is soft and totally unresponsive. At some point I knew this was not ever going to work but had to figure out how to end it. Finally after maybe the 20th throat clearing I said something like maybe we should try this another time (er, never) when you're feeling better and HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT I MEANT! I'm also fine with a guy not getting hard for whatever reason but he kept acting like he was going to fuck me and it didn't seem to register. I finally got him out and a few days later he messaged me and acted like we had a fun time and wanted to play again, no "I'm sorry it didn't work out, I was nervous, etc", he seemed to think it was a great connection. No.

So the other day I get a message from the older black guy I posted about previously. he messaged wanna meet for dinner it said I replied yeah but surely your BF wouldn’t want you to see me again. He replied we broke up I want you. so I agreed he told me he would pick me up, I dressed in some nice jocks real tight jeans and a muscle fitting shirt. Im text I’m down stairs, I went down and sure enough he was in the back of a big BMW, I got in and he was wearing black jeans showing that big bulge he is chubby but so handsome looking. he told the driver to head off, we arrived at a big house with gates, the gates opened and the car went up the drive and stopped at the door. We got out and went inside the house. We walked into the living room, he said make yourself comfy have a drink, I’m going to freshen up. I was stood at the bar in his living room drinking brandy and I heard his foot steps coming from up stairs, hey I heard and I turned round he was stood their leather chaps and vest with his giant black cock standing to attention. He smiled make me a drink he said I reached over the bar to grab a glass suddenly he was behind me ripping my tight jeans down let’s get these off I want your creamy white skin on show. I was now naked except for my jocks I had made him a drink he was sat on a large sofa, bring it heat baby he said, I walked over he said kneel between my legs I did dip my balls in the glass, I did as he told me now suck it off, I did, his balls were swollen and very heavy, I grabbed is thick 9 inch cock and began to suck it struggling to take it all in my mouth, suddenly he stood up and began fucking my face, I was gagging choking he was slamming it down my throught he tasted so good. He grabbed me jerked me to my feet and shoved his tongue deep in my mouth, god I was so hard now he grabbed my cock and began stroking it hmmm your a big boy too baby he said he took me by the hand and took me to his bed room. He lay me on my back ripped my jocks clean off flipped me over and began eating my man pussy out suddenly he moved up no warning and rammed his giant black dick deep into me he fucked me ragged my arse was splitting and I was moaning, suddenly he began to thrust harder deeper sucking my neck harder and harder marking his new boy, suddenly I felt him blow omg, it was heavy inside my belly, he cam for ages never have I felt such a load. he rolled off suck my dick baby he said I did as he asked he was getting hard again I was dripping cum from my hole but I wanted more so I straddled him sat straight down on his cock and was ridding his cock, now we were cooking I was was fucking him like the hungry cum whore I am, faster and faster grinding down on him suddenly he sat upright and began pushing down on his cock harder and harder he blew again deep inside me giving me his creamy load. then he said your turn he pushed me down sat his big firm round bubble black arse on my face I was eating licking and he was loving it. He got on all fours I went behind him he was tight I was now fucking him as hard and deep as I could, he was now just as cum hungry as I was I shot my load into him and collapsed back on the bed suddenly he was on top again, he fucked me 4 more times that night and when I woke in the morning his cock was still in my arse. he then got up I’m going to work you stay here I will be back for more later.

The rest of the weekend was normal, spent time with Katie and even her roommates, normal stuff. Board games, terrible TV shows. Not one joke or jab was made in my direction but any chance they got Cory and Stephen wouldn't mind laying a hand on my body like a boyfriend would do to a girlfriend at a party or in pubic. Each time it made me nervous but I'd hear Katie in the other room and the nerves would dissipate and it was actually kind of hot. I drove home Monday morning, work again, was normal other than the need to masturbate. The last time I came was at the hands of Stephen when Cory called me a chaser. I pulled out my phone and looked up what it meant, I've heard of chubby chaser. What kind of chaser would I be, all the guys have been fit, normal to large cocks. Cock chaser? and then I found it. A bug chaser, one who chases sexually transmitted diseases/illnesses. The idea disgusted me, why would I want an illness, and on purpose?! My cock however, felt differently. Without any stimulation I now had a hard-on and had to put the phone down, and wait until it subsided. A guy I've seen before walking around the building walked up, "Hey, you see the food truck on front of the building?" 'Thank God' I thought, 'something to get my mind off this boner.' We walked to get food, he picked up the tab and asked if I knew anywhere that was nicer than the street to eat. We walked a bit further just talking about how long we've worked in the building, about the area. He's rather new, transferred in from another job that was close to where Katie works. I mentioned my girlfriend and he asked for more details, and then he dropped the fries in his hand. "Oh my God, you're the straight bottom!" He said way too loudly. I nearly choked on my fries. "What?" I said looking around. making sure no one heard. "You're the hot straight bottom that Thomas converted that day at Cory's party! with the girlfriend who lives with them!" "SSHH, look dude, it was just a one time thing, and no one got converted, I'm still negative." I said quickly and quietly. "Oh Fuck!" he said, then lowered his voice, "So it is true! Thomas doesn't know right?" "No and why do people keep saying that." "He loves converting neg bottoms, and he's been bragging about you for weeks. I was at that party, and I also know it wasn't a 1 time thing." He said looking at his phone. "Evan wasn't kidding then!" "No it definitely was a one- what? Evan?" He reached over and showed me his phone, there was a group chat. There were a ton of names, and I of course recognized Stephens name. "Thomas has been bragging around the community about his straight boy neg bottom conversion. He thinks you're poz now and he thinks he's the top bitch. This chat is everyone at the party, and some others that didn't get to see the show." "Great..." I said, lowering my eyes. "Danny and Evan spoke highly of you." "Really?" "Yeah Evan said you were the best bottom he's had, that pissed off some of the bottoms in the group and Danny. Here take my number, now that I know you're so close, we can have some extra fun, my name is Johnny by the way. Danny will be over this weekend to get some more, since you only sucked him off and drank his piss." My dick got hard again, and he noticed. "Second floor bathroom. It's a floor of all the back stock files for the building. The bathrooms are clean as can be and rarely used, can also be locked. Let me know." he stood up and rubbed my hard dick once through my pants. 'Holy shit am I in trouble' I thought to myself. It seems like it won't be just a weekend thing anymore. I went back to work but could not shake the thoughts streaming through my head. I text the number Johnny gave me. "See you soon!" I finished up the task I was doing and walked down to the second floor, using the stairs. I entered the 2nd floor bathroom and the lights were off, no one has been in here for a while. I went into the stall and text Johnny, "I'm here." "On my way, you better be nude and on your knees." I did as I was told, my cock was betraying me and was crazy hard. I've never done something like this at work. All of this is just so kinky it gets me hard. The door opened and Johnny entered with a backpack. He put an extra large soda cup on the sink counter and dropped his pants, "Let's go. Are you just a good bottom? or are you a little cocksucker too" I went to work, he wasn't as large as Evan or Danny, this time I felt like I could actually give a blowjob instead of being worried I'd scrape teeth or choke. I gave it my best, now that I felt I could actually do it. I took him deep, I tried all the little things I've seen in porn, he took control and grabbed my head, fucking my mouth before taking his cock out and humming all over my face. He then used his cock to wipe it all over my face. "you'll wear this back to work you little slut, and I like my bottoms clean, so I'll host you later tonight. now lets fill up this cup" He placed the cup under his softening dick and let loose. Piss filled the cup up quickly, he cut it short about 3/4 of the way up, pulled my head by the hair to his cock and continued his stream into my mouth. I swallowed 3 or 4 mouthfuls before he was done. He put the cap on the cup. "Looks like Mountain Dew! take it back to your office, and I'll see you tonight." "How many do you want tonight?" he asked as he buttoned his pants. "How many?" "Stephen is trying to throw another party, there will be 16 of us, can you handle 16?" "What the fuck, What!?" "He wasn't kidding about letting everyone at the party having a piece and handing you off to Thomas after." "Wha-when the fuck, that's crazy, that's more men than I've been with girls!" "Thats kind hot, so how many tonight, how many have you had so far" "4..." "At once! how are you straight!?" "No no, so far, since Thomas" "Oh, ok so let's make it 8. 4 including me tonight, they won't be in the group, they're my friends. See you later!" He unlocked the door and walked out, leaving me on the bathroom floor naked, with a cup full of piss, a face covered in a layer of cum, and a really, really hard cock as I thought about the night to come. "Goddamn" I said outloud.

SeeBefore I knew it a year had gone by. We buried my wife settled her estate. It turned out to be more sizable than I knew. Turns out she was a trust fund baby which I knew. But what I didn't know was how big the trust fund was. I was left with the ability to live modestly without ever having to work again. My younger son never came back home. He couldn't stand to be around family, his brother and i, without getting really depressed. He stayed with my in-laws. We had a good relationship but he wouldn't live with me anymore. He decided to go to England to private school and the grandparents foot the bill. My older son went off to college. The last couple of weeks my older son and I spent together before he went off to college we slept in the same bed every night. We made love most every night. I came to really enjoy my own son's beautiful body. Leaving my seed in him. Taking his seed into me. His first night in his dorm room his roommate hadn't showed up, so I stayed that night and christened his dorm room. I fucked him in his bed then we flipped and he fucked me in his roommate's bed. The next day his roommate showed up. He was a hot Hispanic boy. Nice brown skin, jet black hair. Totally white smile. Awesome personality. And fit as fuck. The two of them hit off right away. I was glad to see that. I was hoping they would get to have the kind of roommate relationship where they would satisfy each other. I took them both to dinner that night and as we were getting ready to go the roommate stripped off his shirt to put on a clean one. There over his left peck was a nice simple black, jet black biohazard tattoo. My cock immediately got hard and my son gave me a side long look. The roommate's name was Mario. when Mario stepped out to hit the john before we left my son and I talked about how hot he was and how hot it is that he has to biohazard tat. We were both hard and dripping by this time . We both wanted a piece of Mario. Mario came back and we headed out the door. I would swear he was checking out our crotches as we left. We had a great dinner together. Mario is a great guy and he and my son got along really well. As a matter of fact there seem to be quite a spark there. I couldn't stay another night so I dropped them off at the dorm. when I left them in front of the building I had little doubt that they would be sucking and fucking before the night was done. My son had gone back on prep so that meant there would be some bareback fun happening in the dorm tonight. I got back home and fell into a routine. I had built a new house out on the lake. It was a sleek modern house with a deck that went out into the water. I loved sitting out on the deck at night sometimes sleeping under the stars. I hadn't thought again about bug chasing. Life had been too strange. But now alone in the house the thought of it popped back up. I thought about my son and Mario fucking. I thought about Mario's poz seed filling up my son's body. I fantasized about my son throwing away his prep and letting Mario infect his hole. Letting Mario give him his virus. I had, oddly enough returned to church work. It's what I knew. it was familiar. And I was good at it. My sex life stayed pretty much in the closet for a while. I wasn't going to the porno stores very much. Even then I was just mostly sucking dick. I had not been back to the park where I first got poz fucked. But that desire started growing in me again. Mario and my son came home for Thanksgiving. By then it was obvious they were a couple. The last morning they were there, when they were scheduled to leave, I came down to make breakfast early. Mario was in the kitchen already making coffee. He was wearing some tight shorts and no shirt. His ass was perfectly round and looked hard and utterly edible. I the stood in the doorway and watched him. The way he moved was graceful and masculine. He said good morning and I good morninged back. He turn around to face me and we chatted for a couple of minutes as we chatted he came closer to me. I reached up and touched the biohazard tattoo. I told him it was hot. That I found poz guys to be a total turn on. I asked him how long he had been HIV positive. He told me his story. He was 16 and had just started experimenting. He went to a local cruise spot and started sucking cock. Soon things got out of hand and three guys dragged him off into the woods. By the time they were done he had three loads of his ass and two down his throat. He got sick a couple weeks later and about a year later had tested; he was positive. He said for a while he was really angry and would go around to the cruise spots and fuck unsuspecting guys. He got off on giving them the virus. Especially the married guys. He would seduce other boys and make them positive. He had a boyfriend for a while and that calmed him down. He was only slutty when he was single. He also told me he really loved my son and was committed to him. That he wasn't fucking around anymore. I asked Mario if he was planning on converting my son. If he planned on giving my son HIV and aids. Mario blushed and said that my son had been begging him to go off his meds. My son had thrown away his prep. He wanted to be fully connected to Mario that included carrying his virus. By now my cock was full hard. It was obvious. Mario was hard too. I reached down and grabbed the outline of his cock. And told him it was too bad he wasn't fucking around. Because I would love to leave my seed in his ass. I'd love to have him leave his seed in my ass. Mario glanced back down the hallway where my son's room was. Without a word he spun me around and pushed me up against the counter. With one hand he pushed my head down and bent me over. With the other hand he started stripping down my shorts. The next thing I knew his tongue was buried up in my hole. I was moaning like a whore. I couldn't believe this hot guy was about to fuck me. This hot poz guy was about to load my hole. My son' s boyfriend was gonna breed me. "Wait," I said to him."I thought you weren't going to fuck around on my son. I thought you were monogamous." He stopped tonguing my hole long enough to tell me that it was all in the family. That my son had told him all about our sexual adventures. That he thought it was so hot that my son and I fucked each other. And that he wanted to be a part of that. He went right back to eating my ass. I couldn't believe how good his tongue felt flicking around my hole. Pushing up into my body. Getting me wet and slick with this spit. I pushed back onto him. Grinding my ass against his face. I reached back and held his head in place, helping him push his tongue further up into me. Prepping my hole. Loosening it for his cock. I started moaning and begging for him to fuck me. "Fuck me mario. Fuck me now. Slide that cock up into me. Give me that seed. Give me that seed that's been in my son. Make us all a family. Give me your AIDS babies." Mario kissed his way up my back and as he reached my neck I felt the tip of his cock slide up between my ass cheeks. His aim was perfect. His cock hit my hole and started pushing in. I pushed out against him. That cock parted my hole so smoothly. I moaned loud and he clamped his hand over my mouth. "Shut up" he whispered,"this one is just between you and me. Keep quiet." I pushed back against him harder. The length of his cock slid up in me. I felt his balls against my ass cheeks. I started moving my hips in rhythm. Moaning. Begging him to breed me. He started pulling all the way out pushing back in, all the way out pushing back in. Pounding my hole really hard. His breathing got ragged. We both knew he wouldn't last long. My cock was rock hard and every time he pounded his cock deep into my hole my cock throbbed. Pre cum was gushing out of the tip. Mario was moaning. "fuck. fuck. Fuck. Feels so good. Just like your son." He picked up the pace. He was pounding my ass hard with long strokes. Fast strokes. It didn't take long before my gut knotted up. I started having that beautiful internal orgasm that guys have when they're getting fucked. My prostate spasmed, my cock spasmed. I began shooting rope after rope of cum onto the front of the counter. Moaning loud like a whore. Mario put his hand over my mouth again and told me to shut up. And as he did he pushed deep into my hole and held it there panting moaning to himself. I felt his cock expanding pulsing. I felt him shooting his cum deep into my body. I felt him unloading his toxic seed deep into my body. We stayed locked like that for a couple of minutes. Then his cock softened and slid out of my hole. I clinched up really fast to hold all his seed inside me. I turned around went to my knees. Cleaned up his dick. His cum was sweet. I stood back up and we kissed. A Long deep kiss. Nothing more was said between us. He pulled up his shorts and grabbed a couple of cups of coffee for he and my son. I just stood there and slowly reached down pulled my shorts back up. I turned around and licked my own come from the front of the counters. I stood and took a deep breath. My whole felt slick. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I grabbed my own cup of coffee and went back to my bedroom. I was still horny as fuck. I laid back on my bed and fingered my hole. I licked his cum off my fingers. And jerked myself slowly. I climaxed again. Shooting a ton of jizz all over my abdomen. I had not come like that in years. I dozed off for a few minutes. Next thing I knew my son was knocking on my bedroom door. "Hey Dad," he said "it's late. We've got to head out to get back to campus on time." I jumped out of bed threw on my shorts and t-shirt. I hugged my son. I apologized for not having breakfast for them. My son smiled at me a weird kind of knowing smile. "I understand dad" he said. "We'll get breakfast on the way." We walked out to the car together. Mario was there waiting. I hugged my son and gave him a kiss. A real kiss. Since Mario knew about us I didn't figure it would be a problem. My son got into the car. I walked around and gave Mario a hug and told him I look forward to christmas. Mario hugged me back. He leaned in and whispered, "I went off my meds two weeks ago. I could be toxic now." He stepped back and winked at me, "Christmas will definitely be a lot of fun." He smiled and jumped in the car. They drove off. And I went in the house, put on some running clothes, and headed off to the cruise park.

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.

Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)

Well here I was, locked in a police cell for the night because of a dumb dare made by some friends who disappeared as soon as the patrol car lights appeared, leaving me with no way back over the fence. (Note to self: get some new friends.) The two cops had been taking a break parked well down the dark alley out of the way like and it would just have to be the alley with the fence and the gleaming virgin wall just itching for some spray paint. Lights, action, caught!!! At least it was a quiet night. I was the only resident of the dark, gloomy holding cell. Half of the lights were broken or just plain missing. Anyhow, damn. I had just turned legal and now I had a record. I hadn't made my one phone call as I was trying to avoid telling my parents I wasn't staying at my buddy Billy’s place for the night but rather that the cops had picked me up while I was out spraying. Laying here on the pallet I found myself horny. I hadn’t had my nightly wank, so I figured 'What the hell? I’m full of testosterone and four wanks a day barely keep my cock down. Oh yeah, I guess I should describe myself. I'm Ben, I’m just 18, I'm 5’5” but definitely a gym rat as I take after my Dad, and he started me early. At 18 I’m packing some serious muscle and a real nice beer can cock. You know the type: kinda short, only 5”, but thick as your wrist and a big mushroom head. Light brown hair cut high and tight like my Dad. Yup. You guessed it. I’m an army brat and nice enough looking to turn heads. I must have dozed off as I was startled when the outside door clanged open and in the dim light I saw a figure walking into the hallway. The glint of his badge told me he was a cop. He turned around and locked the outer door to the cells and walked down the line to the last cell in the row where I was put for giving some bad mouth to the duty officer, practically in the dark. He was big not just tall but seemed to darken the room. I couldn’t see his face in the gloom and his peaked cap hid his face. His baton clanked the bars some more to ensure I was awake before he spoke with a deep voice seemingly coming all the way up from his very shinny boots. “So you’re the bad mouthed twink that’s messing up my quiet night on cell duty. That don’t make me happy, not one bit boy, so you’re going to pay. Only the skeleton crew is on tonight, boy, and it's just going to be you and me for the next hour at least," he drawled. Fuck I’m so screwed, I thought. “Now boi get your face over here against the bars so I can have a good look at you." I got up and trepedaciously walked over, saying "I'm sorry, officer, that I've ruined your night. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet. I won't be a bother to you at all." The officer just smirked. Once I was at the bars I could see his handsome face, tight cropped beard. I could also see he was built like the brick shit-house that stood in my grandmother's back yard. He put away his baton and in a flash his big hand was round my throat pulling me up on my toes and choking me, his other big hand grabbed my crotch pulling me hard against the bars with a clunk. “You do as you’re told and you might just survive the night boy, but you better keep your gob shut.”

In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.

about 15 minutes ago I got fucked in an alley behind the house of the guy who fucked me. his family was home and he just needed to get off. he met me in the alley, then spit in my face and told me to get on my knees so I could suck him hard. that took like 30 seconds lol. then he gave me a 2 minute pump n dump. he did get me to show up shirtless with only tiny shorts so that he could pull them down to my ankles, bend me over and breed me naked. after he came inside me he got me to drop to my knees and suck him clean. then he told me to stand up. he spit in my face again and said “don’t wipe any of that off” so now I have his cum dripping from my ass and his spit drying all over my face. thinking of leaving it on all day. even when I go out to get more loads dumped in me.

Looks fun!

My Playroom—October, 2020 We found each other on AssPig. We had talked for months. Jay was young, early 30’s and terrifically tall and lean. And hairy. And, from his talk, a true pig. And suddenly we were under the gun—he was moving west, far enough away that it would be hard to connect. So we met… I go up the stairs to the playroom. I have sent him up before me. I am in my leathers—as he asked me to be. I open the door. He is on his knees—looking up at me in anticipation. He is in a leather jock, chaps, boots and harness. I walk to him and stand with the pouch of my dirty jock inches from his face. My hand goes to the back of his head—and I pull him into the pouch and the mound of hardening cock it tries to hide. He inhales deeply and begins to tongue me through the fabric. His teeth pull the fabric away and my cock bounces out, slapping him in the face. He grunts and takes me into his mouth. He gives great head. I let him set the tempo…and then grab his head and fuck his mouth. I pull off of him. We are both panting. He leans in and gets my balls sopping wet. Then back to my cock. Back and forth. I need to taste him. I tell him to get on the fuckbench. He scrambles up on it and wiggles his ass in anticipation. My tongue plunges in. He tastes of soap and sweat. I eat him out for a very long time. I stand up. My cock slaps his upturned ass. I poke at his hole…and then slide in. I bottom out and he groans. I fuck him with short strokes—and then increasing in length. “Let me taste my ass.” I pull out, move around and feed him my cock. He licks me clean of all his ass juices. I fuck him again—and then grab the eggheaded dildo. He takes the toy easily—but not me with it. I pull it out and just fuck him again. We change to the sling—after he discards his harness. I eat his juicy ass again. I make it juicier with a shot of piss. My tongue pushes all the pale liquid that is clinging to his ass hair into his now puffy hole. He loves this—and tells me so. I fuck him a long time. I change up with the big black butt plug. I work it in…and slap the base of it with my fist, feeling it jiggle in his butt. The poppers open—and then I do it again and he groans in sheer pleasure. We break as he wants to lose the chaps. Once they are in a pile on the floor, he hops back in the sling and I rim and fuck his now sloppy hole. I do a few lateral stretches with my eight fingers. He likes this and tells me so. I go back and forth between tongue, cock and fingers. The speculum is next. I crank it open easily. My fingers snake in and stroke his prostate. He tells me he’s had a speculum…but no one has ever played with him while it’s open. I grin—and stroke it again—then stand up and slide my cock into the opening the speculum has made. He pants. His cock twitches—getting half hard again. We break on the bed. A brief spooning. Suddenly he rolls over and finds my cock with his mouth. He leaves some deep throat saliva and then impales himself on me. I watch our reflection in the large mirror behind the bed—showing me how hot my dick looks going into his ass from an entirely different perspective. We go back to the sling. I eat his freshly fucked hole. “I have to piss…” he groans. “Do it.” “You want it…?” “Piss yourself. Let me taste it.” He lets go—so it all sluices down his hairy ass crack and onto my tongue. I have to keep swallowing or drown. When it lets up a little, I can poke some into his ass with my tongue. He groans and mutters things under his breath…of which I can only catch “...fucking pig….” I wonder which of us he means… I use the biggest toy on him—the one that reminds me of a perverted Christmas tree. He takes the ever bigger ridges of it easily. We fuck on the floor. Once with him on his knees. Another time with me on the rimseat mat. Only then do I begin to fist him…first on the bench, then the sling… I fuck between alternating hands: Left, Right, Cock. Left, Right Cock. And finally I work my cock into him with my left hand in place. He groans—looking up into the mirror above the sling. “I’m jerking off in your ass.” This sends another splash of his own piss all over his chest. * It’s time for the rimseat. I want to taste his now totally wrecked hole. I get him up and then have him lean into the sling. I piss his ass crack…with a few spurts deep into his butt. I move to under the seat. He sits. He toys with me. He lets me lick off whatever piss is clinging to the outside. Only then does he open his hole—for just a quick splash on my tongue. I groan. He lets go. It’s not a lot…but enough piss sluices out of him for me to make me take my hand off my cock. I clean him with my tongue. He gets up—unbidden—and rides my dick as I lie there. He knows to sit right back down on my face, giving me the dripping mess of his ass. “I need to breed you,” I mumble around the lips of the hole smashed on my face. He stands and pulls me up. He gets on the bench. I sink into him. I only need a few strokes to give him my load. I pant. Compose myself. And take the picture… There are pictures of his hot ass on the original post: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/working-over-jay.html

Like I need to guess 😁 I like switching it around between poz fetish and just good old fashioned sex.

My dad watched other men fuck me. Some of his poker buddies also got off watching my dad fuck my throat and ass. Dad would sometimes put on a show by fucking me more aggressively when their was an audience. He liked showing his buddies how much power and control he had over me and he "forced me" to take his rough brutal throat and ass fucking, thank him for it, and beg him for more. He would often say, "OK gentlemen who is next to use this little cock-loving cumdump slut of mine." Dad and my older brother would often double penetrate, tag team, and spit-roast me. They would often challenge each other to see how could come up with more creative ways to use my holes and body for their pleasure.

Omg I went to a local park because I heard it was a good place for cum sluts like me. I sucked two guys off and was about to leave when a guy stepped out of the bushes and said he was watching the way I sucked and asked if I like to fuck. I said I'm a total submissive sir and he smiled and grabbed my hair and threw me down. He practically ripped my pants off and started spanking my bare ass hard. Then he spit on my hole and grabbed my hips.. and fucked me harder than I've ever been fucked in my life! And I'm 50.. and started being fucked at 11!!! He started choking me and said he was going to fill my little slut hole, then slammed into me and came. He pulled out and forced it in my mouth and ordered me to lick it clean, then left me half naked dripping cum ... Truly spectacular!

After a few minutes Mike came back and started to undo the restraints. He helped me onto my back and held me while the blood flowed back into my limbs, kissing my neck all the while. “How do you feel?” “Amazing.” “Good, think you can make it downstairs now?” “What’s down stairs?” “Im sure Jack and Erik have something good planned for you. When I left them, Jack was balls deep in Erik and getting ready to breed him.” “Fuck, I need to see that.” The thought of Erik, the man who now owned my hole, taking a load made my cock leak in its cage. As quickly as I could I made my way downstairs, the plug slamming against my prostate as I walked. Mike followed closely making sure my still tingling legs didn’t give out. Mike hadn’t been joking. Jack had Erik kneeling on the couch, bent over the back. Erik’s head was tossed back in lust, clearly enjoying the pounding Jack was giving him. Mike lead me around the couch so I could watch Jack’s cock sliding in and out of Erik’s hairy hole. With each stroke the hair around Erik’s hole clung to Jacks slick cock, I was mesmerized. “Your new boy is here watching you take my load. Go look in your man’s face boy, see who you really belong to.” I moved to kneel by Erik’s head, resting the plug on my heel to keep it in place. Erik opened his eyes and smiled, “Breed my hole Sir. I need it.” “That’s right,” Jack said. Erik looked me in the eyes and in a fucked out daze said, “I was Jack’s first boy. He bred me all through college. Eventually we started picking up boys of our own, but I will always be Jacks and all of my boys by default are his.” “Exactly, you’ll be going home with Erik; Erik will hold the keys to your cage; but in the end your cunts both belong to me. Take my fucking load,” Jack growled as he unloaded deep inside Erik. A look of euphoria washed over both of them, then Jack slowly pulled out of Erik’s hole. Mike fell to his knees to clean off Jack’s cock, but he moved Mike aside and came over to me. Dutifully I opened up and cleaned the cock that had just bred my new top. “Thank you. That is just want I needed Jack. Now,” Erik straightened up revealing another raging boner, “You ready for another load in that cunt boy?” “Fuck yes.” “On your back on the floor then.” I laid on my back in front of the three men and pulled my legs up to my chest. Erik squatted down over me with his ass aimed towards my face and pointed his cock down towards my hole. Jack reached in and pulled the massive plug from me with a wet squelch, leaving me gaped open for Erik. His dick plunged into my hole. I looked up as he slid inside me, right above me was his cum slick hole, wet and slightly gaped. There was a small trickle of cum running down the inside of his leg as he started to hammer at my hole. I belonged to an already owned man. I was the boy of someone who belonged to a true alpha. I had no idea what that made me beyond the absolute bottom rung on the ladder. “Fuck Mike, you wrecked this boys hole. He’s so fucking loose now.” “You said get him ready,” Mike replied. “No, you did good. He feels fucking amazing now. I never last long with one of Jack’s loads in me and now with your pussy all wrecked. Fuck, I’m going to breed you boy. Take my load. This is my hole now!” Erik started pumping his second load of the night into me. His hole winked above me and a small drop of cum landed on my chest. “Fuck,” he panted, “we’re gonna wreck your hole so it’s never tight again.” Erik pulled out, and then crouched over me, my legs were pressed tight to my chest. He kissed me. “You’re perfect, and we are going to have so much fun together.”

Second Try The hookup I had on Friday was worse than bad and just left me blue balled. That meant I was more than ready to head back to the baths on Saturday afternoon. Surely there would be plenty of guys to fuck if not the two I hoped were there. The line was longer and I almost didn't get in with the first batch at 2 pm, but they weren't being quite so hard on the ever changing rules. Gone were the wristbands and since I'd already shown my vaxx card, they'd marked my membership so I never needed to give it to them again. Like the week before, I took a tour to see if I could find either of the guys I was looking for. Some of the doors were closed and others, while occupied, either didn't have my guys or it was too hard to tell. As I started my second tour, I spotted the hairless guy from the week before making his way up the stairs. I stood around the corner at the top of the stairs with my back to the wall. When he turned and walked past me I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and quickly tried to remember why I looked familiar. "I think I owe you a better fuck than last week" I said, hoping it would get him to remember. "Damn right. I better get the load this time" he replied with a grin. I followed him down the hall to the same room he had the week before. We climbed on the bed and he began to suck me right away. Like the week before, he showed how talented his lips, tongue and throat were. I let him go at it for a few minutes and then bent over his back and started fingering his hole while he sucked away. It was nice and slick, but unfortunately I found that it was just lube and not cum after giving my finger a quick lick. Adding a second finger, I felt him moan around my cock while he sucked a little harder. It took him only a second to adjust when my third finger pushed in next to my other two. My hips started to roll slowly, fucking my cock deeper into his throat as my fingers twisted. As good as it felt, I needed to get my dick back in his ass. Leaning back and pulling my fingers free, I heard him whimper from his ass feeling empty. The whimper got louder when I pulled my cock free of his mouth, making the guy walking down the hall stop and look in to see if there was a problem. I pulled him off the edge of the bed, leaving him bent over and rubbed the spit covered tip of my cock over his hole. Pulling the foreskin back, I let some pre drip onto the pink ring before I slowly pushed inside. A loud, sensuous moan came from him and the guy in the doorway laughed and continued on his way. Everything was just fine, thank you. It was clear that this bottom knew how to take big dick and there wasn't a need to be gentle. My first drive in might have been slow and the retreat just as slow, but after that I used his hole like it was meant to be fucked. My cock thrust into his hungry hole, getting massaged as he worked his ass muscles around my cock. When I began to pound harder he got more verbal, begging me to go even harder. I bent over his back and started drilling in with full strokes and he seemed to love it as much as I. Slowing down, I tried to calm my impending orgasm. He was panting below me, but still working my cock. Shoving in hard, he gave a quiet yelp as my hips ground against his ass. After a few more jabs, I began to pump my cock in faster, bouncing my hips off of his nicely muscled butt. "What the FUCK are you doing to my boy?" bellowed the monster at the door. He was huge. A good six inches taller than me, several shades darker than my own skin, and shaved everywhere so you could see every muscle on his body, including the one between his legs. No wonder the bottom took me so easily if that's what normally fucked him. While my body may have frozen as soon as he barked, my cock definitely didn't. Shot after shot of my seed pumped into the bottom's hole with force that reminded me of being a teenager again. I stared back at him with my jaw slightly dropped as I tried to figure out my options. "Uh, just warming him up for ya" was the pathetic response that came out of my mouth. He was intimidating to look at normally, but the expression on his face said that he was not happy that I was fucking his "boy." I'm not a twig, but he could probably have snapped me in two if he wanted. I waited a moment, hoping to see him break into a grin to show me that he was just joking, but that didn't happen. With my balls dry, I slowly pulled away and grabbed my stuff off the bed. Thankfully he had come the rest of the way into the room and while it was a tight fit, he no longer blocked the doorway. "Have fun" I said as I slipped quickly into the hall with my heart thumping in my chest. I heard the door slam shut behind me and I took off trying to get as far away before he realized I bred his "boy." I ended up wandering around the third floor by the time my heart had settled down. Now, I was ready to find my other target. RJ had to be around here, someplace.

Any interest in a few more chapters? ------------------- The Re-Opening Watching the news was finally not quite so depressing. The covid numbers were looking really good and things were opening up again. I'd even heard that the local bathhouse was going to re-open. Like every other place, they were taking their time and there were several new rules to get inside the house of easy bottoms. I had the vaccine, but I wasn't sure I wanted to risk losing my vaxx card for few fucks. A quick look at the FAQs and it said they'd accept a pic on your phone of it, so I had that covered. Probably the hardest part was being one of the select few allowed inside. I envisioned lines like on a Saturday night during Pride. Even worse, I found out they had a 2 hour time limit so it was definitely going to be a quick visit. I wasn't the first person in line on opening night since that wasn't my style. I waited until the third day, a Saturday, and went in the afternoon. As usual it seemed to be mostly bottoms, but that didn't bother me, I'd be sure to dip my dick into as many as I could. You could tell by the energy that everyone was eager to get back into the groove and fuck like it was 2019. It was good to see some familiar faces along with new ones. I saw a few other tops having some fun as I made my rounds, checking the place out. Not much had changed other than the place looking cleaner than it had in years and the limited crowd. As I turned the corner I saw a familiar guy coming the other way. His eyes lit up when he saw me that was followed by an elbow tap. It seemed overly safe considering what a cumdump he was. While he wasn't a gorgeous guy, he made up for it by being an outstanding bottom. My guess was he was in his mid-thirties, in decent shape with a lightly furred chest. He was a few inches shorter than me, no ink or jewelry, but had a decent sized cock that I'd never seen him use. His plain face now sported a scraggly beard and I wasn't sure if it was an improvement or not. In the past, if he was there, I'd usually fuck him at least once. He was a prep guy that had taken dozens of my neg, toxic and medicated loads over the years. Unlike a lot of guys, he never got boring after a few fucks. He leaned in and whispered "Room 207 or the dark room if you want." "Oh yeah" I replied just loud enough over the music. After I finished my tour I went in search of my first target. I found him in a room on all fours. It was hard to tell initially what variety of brown skinned slut he was, but after I rubbed my hand over his hairy ass he turned his head and asked "You want this papi?" I slid my fingers between the halves of his meaty ass, pressing my finger into the pucker of his hole. "mmhmm" I replied. There seemed to be a little lube inside and if he'd been bred before, it was planted deep inside. "You neg or poz, papi?" he asked in a pretty clinical way. It didn't seem like this was starting out very well. "Poz" I replied, leaving off any qualifier and waiting for his quick shutdown. "Condom only then and you need to pull out before you cum" he said in a rather short way. "You neg?" I asked, quickly wondering why I was wasting any more time on him. "Yeah" he replied like it should have been obvious. "On prep?" I followed up. "No" he answered. I could tell he was about to add something, but I cut him off. "You better pray everyone that comes through that door is as honest as I was. Good luck, you'll need it" I replied as I turned and walked out of the room. I heard him say something but the music drowned out his voice and I really didn't care what he said. I headed off down the hall and found another guy in his room with his head hung off the raised bed. Tossing my towel over my shoulder, I rubbed my semi-hard cock over his lips. He opened his mouth and eagerly started to suck. Looking down his body he was really skinny and hairless. His pits and crotch were shaved clean and I guessed any hair he did have on his ass was long gone too. I figured he was one of the usual college aged guys that frequent this place, but the lack of hair made him look younger. He was no stranger to sucking dick though and once he proved that his tongue and lips were talented enough, I fed him some more, plowing deeper into his mouth. A few more minutes and I found he had a gag reflex and wasn't really up for deep throating a regular sized cock, much less my long and thick one. That really didn't bother me, since sucking my cock was more of a warmup and hopefully his ass would be able to take it deeper than his throat could. "Show me that ass" I growled. That wasn't how I really wanted it to come out but it did and his response was almost comical. He looked like a fish flopping on the deck of a boat trying to pull my cock out of his mouth, flip on his stomach, turn around and get up all fours to present his ass, all in less than five seconds. "Easy there, don't worry. I'm not gonna take off without givin this hot ass a try" I said, chuckling. A few guys had stopped by and poked their heads into the room but got the hint when I looked back and shook my head. With a quick flick of my leg, I closed the door so I could fuck him alone. Maybe later I'd open it back up for voyeurs or a third. "Sorry... it's just been so long since I got fucked!" he replied. There was an honesty about how he said it that I believed him. "No dick since this clusterfuck started?" I asked as I spread his ass cheeks apart and rubbed my thumb around the tight little ring. "No... my parents... ahhhh... kept me locked up at home.... ohhh fuck... until a few weeks ago when I came back to school" he replied, obviously enjoying my finger. I felt sorry for him but I could understand. There was no sense in telling him about all of the action I'd gotten over the past year and make him feel even worse. He started moaning and while it seemed like he had lubed himself, I knew he was going to need some more. I took a couple hits from my poppers and then tossed the bottle up towards his head. "Take a couple hits, you're gonna need it" I said. He huffed like a pro, knowing that months of celibacy was not a good primer for my cock. He tossed the poppers back to me and I chuckled thinking that he might need them again. Adding some spit one finger became two stretching him open. His hole was eager and it relaxed pretty quickly so it didn't take long before I had three fingers twisting inside of him. I added more spit and was making sure I wasn't too rough so he could enjoy a few fucks today. "You want this dick?" I asked "Oh god yeah... just... start easy, please" he cried out, clearly in need. That's exactly what I did. He felt the head of my cock toying with his hole before I added another gob of spit and then pushed in. He was tight, but my fingers and his experience got me inside in under a minute. Rocking my hips drove me in deeper and when I could tell the pain was getting a little much, I pulled back and added some more spit. That took care of it and I inched the rest of the way inside his tight, hungry ass. I know some of the guys I fucked would have been surprised at the gentle touch, but that was the mood I was in - two strangers enjoying their first time back at the baths in over a year. His moan when I bottomed out was deep and soulful. I stayed there a moment and then started to plow in and out. My bare cock felt so good inside this guy's tight, warm hole. With a little bit of prep, his ass was just swallowing up my cock. I was leaking quite a bit, so his hole stayed lubed. I began to plunge faster into him for a few minutes and then slowed back down. He took this as a cue and started to rock back into each of my thrusts. We kept this up for a while, each taking turns as the more forceful one until I grabbed his hips and started to pound his hole. Yeah, he grunted a bit but it never got whiny like some guys get when you really drill their ass. He never asked me to slow down, if anything he kept encouraging me to keep it up. The only problem was that it was early and I didn't want to drop my load yet. Reluctantly, I slowed the pace down and slipped my cock out. He gasped at the emptiness, but then moaned when I shoved back in. "Please... pound me again and breed me" he begged after a few minutes of slow, full stroke thrusts. "Sorry dude... I don't wanna shoot just yet" I said. All I got was a whimper in response and when I pulled back the next time, I backed away. Grabbing the popper bottle, my towel and swinging the door open, I slipped back into the hallway and went in search of my old fuckbud. I laughed to myself at how different those two meets were - one all complicated about status and the other with not a mention of it. Maybe I'd bring it up if I went back to breed him, but he didn't seem to be too worried as long as he got some dick.

For most of my life I averaged once a day. Now that I'm getting older my horniness level varies wildly. Sometimes I'll go over a week without even thinking about it and then fap it 3 times in one afternoon. And getting laid doesn't change anything. It's not unusual for me to fuck a guy and then jerk off as soon as I get home.

. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust. My son started to struggle, pushing against my chest. "Stop" he said, "stop. Dad stop. You're hurting me." I had rolled over on top of him so he couldn't move his body very well. He couldn't wriggle out from under me. It took both hands to hold him down. "You're my little faggot boy" I sneered. "You need some more cum up that little fagget ass. Daddy's cum. I'm going to give you the seed that made you. Going to fuck you hard load that ass. Work that demon fucker's seed up into you real good. Make sure you get the AIDS you wanted." "Dad stop! Dad stop. Don't do this." He was struggling hard, pushing against me and my grip on his arms was beginning to loosen. I couldn't let my little faggot boy go. Something dark swept over me, and I knew instinctively just what to do. I let go of his arms for a moment and moved my hands to his throat. I closed my strong hands around his throat and squeezed, hard. His face immediately started turning red. His begging stopped. He couldn't speak. All he could do was make grunting sounds. His hands went to mine. He was struggling now just to breathe, just to get at my hands off of his throat. His body was still and tensed, he was so focused on moving my hands so he could breathe. I shifted my weight moving my right hand off his throat, shifting my left hand over and pressing down even harder. With my right hand I reached into the pocket of my shorts and grab a bottle of poppers. My son's face was starti to turn a bright shade of red. His struggling seemed to be growing weaker. I threw the popper bottle in the bed shifted my shorts down to where they fell off my ass and I pulled the side of the jockstrap around so my cock flipped free. In one swift motion, I'm not sure exactly how I did it but I found his whole. I shoved my hard dripping, cock deep into his hole in a single stroke. My son groaned. His struggling grew weaker. He was about to pass out. Something dark, something sinister, had possessed me. I started pounding his ass as his attempts to move my hands grew weaker and weaker. I was choking my own son out. I didn't know if I could stop. His ass felt so good,so smooth, so slick from all the cum he had taken earlier. His hands dropped from my arms and I released his throat. I pulled out of his ass and roughly flipped him over onto his stomach. Then I jumped back on top of him and shoved my cock back up his ass again. He was no longer struggling, he was gasping just trying to get his breath. I just kept pumping that beautiful ass thinking to myself, "take my cock little faggot. Take my seed. I want to give your ass to the dark side. You need to become a servant of the dark. We need to spread AIDS around to anyone you can convince to fuck you." I kept sliding in and out of his ass. Shoving my cock all the way in and grinding around. He was beginning to come back around. He started muttering "No dad. No dad stop. You're hurting me Dad." I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. I jerked his head back. And held it there. With the other hand I grabbed the bottle poppers and twisted the lid off. Holding his head all the way back I put my one hand over his mouth to hold his head back with the other hand I put the popper bottle under his nose and I held it there. I wouldn't let him move away. I held it there for what seems like an eternity. He breathed in those fumes over and over again. And finally his resistance faded. His begging me to stop turned into begging me to keep on. He was moaning like a little whore. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my dirty ass. it was me at the bathroom. I'll let that guy with AIDS fuck me up the ass. I wanted his seed, Daddy. I want your seed Daddy. I let other guys fuck me too. 4 guys fucked me in that bathroom. All of them had AIDS." I hit the popper bottle myself deep and hard. I was ramming my cock deep into his ass. I was not in control of myself Suddenly my son thrusted gis hips back against me. I knew he was unloading. Coming all over the bed underneath him. That was enough to push me over the edge. I pushed into him one more time deep as I could. Violently as I could. And unleashed all of the seed I had built up over the evening sucking cock and taking cock up my ass at the porno store. I wanted my seed deep in my boy's ass. My own son carrying my DNA along with the AIDS he had already taken. I seemed to cum and cum and cum. I never come that hard or that long in my whole life. At some point it stopped, my cock still buried deep in his ass. I collapsed onto his back. He was breathing but silent and still. He was utterly quiet. It seems like he was going back to sleep. Or maybe he just passed out. I felt numb. I felt like I was watching all this from outside myself. My cock slipped out of his ass and cum dribbled down onto the sheets. I stepped back. I looked at my son's beautiful body lying there still and quiet. I imagined for just a brief moment that I had fucked him to death. I shook my head and stepped off the bed. I stroked his ass softly and ran my hand down his leg. I was like a zombie at this point. Numb. It was like I was watching everything from outside my own body. I gathered up all the clothes. Picked up the bottle of poppers. Put them on his nightstand. I walk through the house to the laundry room and started the laundry. Then I went to my bedroom and stepped into my shower. I cleaned myself for I don't know how long. Next thing I knew I was in bed and it took like two seconds for me to fall asleep. To become unconscious. Hours later I woke and had to take a piss. As I came to consciousness I realized that my son was in bed with me. He was curled up next to me. His back against my chest. I slipped quietly out of the bed and went to the bathroom and did my business. When I came back, i slipped back behind him. Reach my arm over and pulled him close. He snuggled in and we fell asleep. I was awakened again about 1 the next afternoon. My phone was vibrating on this table next to the bed. I slipped out quietly and picked up the phone. It was the hospice it was time. I woke my son I told him we had to go. We both dressed quietly separately. On the way to the hospice my son reached over and took my hand. "Dad" he whispered. I turned and looked at him and said "I'm really sorry son..." He said don't be. "That was the most amazing, hottest thing that ever happened to me. You don't know this, but I've been fucking around since I was 13. It's okay. I don't think I'd ever do that again. But it was an absolutely amazing thing that we did. I'm hard now just thinking about it." I reached over and pulled his head over toward me and kissed him on the top of the head, a sweet paternal kiss. "I love you son" I said. "I love you too Dad" he responded. We drove the rest of the way in silence. We both knew we would talk about this at length later. it was the next day before we even got home again. We were both exhausted. My younger son and in-laws had shown up. My wife had passed. My younger son went home with the in-laws. My older son and I got home and ate in silence. And then went to bed... Together.

I left the porno store. Four more loads up my ass. 3 down my throat. I would have taken more but the the store had to close at midnight. So I was on my way home my ass leaking come from stranger's cocks. All evening I was so focused on giving my body over to other men. Just giving up my body to anyone without discrimination. As I was driving home I took stock of where I was in my life. Ever since that kid had dropped his poz nut in my ass 3 years ago, I have been moving towards getting myself knocked up with HIV. Everything had just kind of falling into place. my wife, who had been sick for several years, had begun to deteriorate about a year ago. She was now in hospice full-time. My younger son had moved in with his grandparents. This was good for him. He had a hard time being in the house with his mother so sick. That left me and my older son, Sean, who was getting ready for college, in the house alone. Sean was 18 and the school athlete. He was a little short. 5‘7“, toned, smooth, and had a nice fat 7 inch cock. I have seen him naked many times through the years. Sometimes at home and sometimes at the gym. Even at church camp. I always admired his beauty. He had the nicest bubble but I had ever seen. I even found myself at times getting aroused looking at him we’re thinking about his body. Because of my wife's illness I was on sabbatical from the church. I didn't even have to check in. I just stayed away. That's why I had so much time to fuck around at the park and in the porno store. I took loans at the corner store at least four days a week. Tonight I have thrown away my prep. In another month I'd be susceptible to the virus. The thought of being converted kept my cock hard all the way home. Every cock that went in my ass that night I imagined was swimming with the virus. I pulled into the garage. My son's car was already parked there. It wasn't that late, just before 1 at night. He was sometimes out with his friends till 2 or 3 in the morning. I made my way in the house still dressed in the clothes I had picked up from the bushes at the park. I thought for a brief moment about the kid who had left his clothes outside the bathroom. Thought about him getting railed by that old poz breeder. It must have been a really hot scene. I pictured the kid on his knees sucking that fat cock with the spiked ball hanging off the end of it. I imagined him savoring the viral pre-come dripping from that cock. I knew the breeder would piss on him it’s been around and rough fuck his little boy hole. Fill the kid with his toxic gift. I boned up thinking about it. I realized in all my playing around at night I have never calm. I was still horny as fuck. I needed more Hass and cock and sperm. I made my way into the house and down the back hallway. I passed my son's room. His door was partially opened. I stopped and looked in. He was lying on his stomach on the bed apparently asleep. He had a beautiful body. The light from outside gave enough light to the room for me to see the outline of his naked form. His beautiful bubble but glistening in the moonlight. My hard cock throbs looking at him. I craved his ass. I wanted to plunge my cock into that ass that I had made and fill it with my seed. I wanted to fuck my own son. I wanted to creep in to the room. Wanted to lay my body over his. Even if I had to force him, I wanted to breed him deep and raw. But I was ready for that I didn’t think. But I knew what I would be thinking about as I jerked off in the shower. I started to walk away from his room when I noticed a pile of clothes at the end of his bed. It was time to do laundry so I step quietly into the room and reached down and picked up the pile of clothes.As I picked up the clothes from the floor it hit me. These were my clothes. These were my clothes that I threw into the bushes at the park just a few hours ago. The kid in the restroom getting railed by the gifter with the big spiked to PA was my son. Was my 18-year-old son. And I stood there realizing I was wearing his clothes. My ass full of strangers’ cum. My cock rock hard and dripping from thinking about fucking my son. I heard a rustling on the bed and my son flipped over. Still half asleep he stretched, his cock standing straight out from his body. Something came over me, possessed me. And I tossed the clothes I was holding into his face as he was waking up, “ Recognize these clothes? Recognize these clothes that you wore home?“ I sneered and stepped up next to the bed. “ Do you recognize these clothes I’m wearing? The clothes you threw in the bushes on your way into that shit hole toilet to get railed by a evil pervert with AIDS?“ Sean’s eyes grew big. Fear rose in his face. The stink of it rose from his body. He was awake now, wide awake. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust.

I left the toilet clothes in hand and butt naked. My cock still hard and dripping. I was a little torn between wanting to watch him knock up some 18-year-old and getting cock up my ass myself. But my quivering ass made up my mind for me. My ass still felt the assault from that AIDS daddy in the restroom. Having his cock up my ass for just a few minutes pounding away coating my guts with his toxic precum for just a few strokes made me uncontrollably horny to get fucked by anyone. I wanted to cock up my ass. Any cum, lots of cum, from anyone who would do it to me. I was really hoping the rumors I had heard about this place in Evening were true. The sun had set but the night was clear and the moon was pretty close to full. I walked to the edge of the woods and stood there gently stroking my cock before I walked in. Giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the change in light. I looked back toward the toilets. I saw the shape of a young guy moving towards the toilet. He was stripping off his clothes as he approached. When he got to the door he tossed his clothes in some shrubs next to the door. I heard the squeak of the door as he entered. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next, but I walked back over to the toilets and pulledthe kid’s clothes from the bushes. In the light I could tell that his clothes would fit me OK. There was a pair of basketball shorts that would be a little snug but not bad. There was an oversized T-shirt, perfect. And a jockstrap. I held the pouch to my face and sniffed deeply. Unmistakable scent of teenage boy underwear. I had smelled it enough time with my own two boys. I knew what teen boy cock smells like. I slipped on the jock. Tossed my clothes into the bush where his he been. And took his clothes with me. I stepped onto the trail at the edge of the woods. I walked down the path able to discern shapes and movement in the half light. There were other guys in the park. I don’t know where they had come from because there were no cars. There must be another access to the park. I walked along quietly gingerly until I got to a spot I recognized. It was a spot where almost 3 years ago I had been pozfucked by a hot young guy. The spot where my quest for AIDS started. I stepped off the trail and took a few steps towards the figure out the dark. He started moving closer to me. As he got within a few feet we recognized each other. It was the kid who passed me almost 3 years ago. And he recognized me. ” hey there,” he said “ Haven’t seen you around here in a while. Back for more?” He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bone. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right that was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bony. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right path was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. We started talking and making out. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth sliding in deep as I could into my throat. While I was sucking him he confessed to me that the guy in the toilets had converted him a month before he fucked me. He told me I was his first breeding after he was positive. He also told that he had full-blown AIDS at this point. That turned me on more than I could say. I slid his cock deep in my throat as I could. Milked it with my throat muscles. He moaned grab the back of my head and started face fucking me. Slamming his cock deep into my throat. After a few minutes he pushed me away. ”Fuck dude” he said,”you’re an amazing cocksucker.but I want that ass. I want to give you my virus.” He pulled me up and pushed me back around up against a tree. He squatted down behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He buried his face in my ass, tonguing my hole, working it in an out.I was moaning like the slut bitch that I am. Begging him to pause my ass up. Begging him to slide his aides babies up into my guts. ”Oh fuck dude. I want that ass so bad.” he muttered. He stood and unceremoniously plunged his cock deep into my ass all the way to the hilt. I screamed and moaned at the same time. He rested his cock in me as he slipped a poppers bottle under my nose. He held my nostril shut and I breathe deep. Reached up and held his hand in place. I breathed in three or four times in that one nostril and then switched. I breathed then three or four more hits in the other nostril. I was flying high as his cock started pistoning in and out of my hole, Tearing up my guts and banging my prostate hard. I was moaning and begging for a seed. Begging for his aids babies. Begging for his virus in my bloodstream. Then I started begging him for demon seed. Begging him to bring me over to the Darkside. In my mind all I could think was that I was sacrificing my ass to pure evil. My cock was hard and rubbing up against the material of the jockstrap. As the kid fucked me I shot a big load into the pouch of the jockstrap. And as my ass clamped hard for my orgasm his cock began to spasm in my whole. He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me as close up against him as he could get. Pushing his cock as deep in my body as it would go. Past my second sphincter. Deep into my guts he poured his aids. I can’t explain it but ass his semen filled my body a kind of shadow fell over my soul, fell over my vision. Not only was there no going back at this point, there was no desire to. There was only desire for cum. There was only desire for pleasure. There is only desire to please anyone with a cock. Deep in my soul I knew that I had given myself over completely to cock, cum., and pleasure. He stroked his cock in and out of my ass a few more strokes. He rested against my back. His cock gently slid out and he stepped away from me. I never saw him leave because as soon as he stepped away someone else stepped up and another cock slid into my hole. After three more cocks and three loads in my ass I finally left the woods. Cum was running down my legs but I didn’t care. I felt so complete so satisfied. As I walked by the toilets I checked the bushes. The clothes were gone. Some random kid who just got an ass load of aids was walking around in my clothes. It was then I realized all I was wearing was the jockstrap. As I approach the road I slipped on the shorts. And jogged my way back to my car. I never bothered to change clothes or to put on the shirt. I just threw myself in the car and went directly to the porno store And spent the rest of the night worshiping cock and accepting seed from anyone.

I left the hospice and headed straight for the park. I had heard that cruising could be pretty hot in the evening. The park actually closes at dusk but guys must park close by and walk in. from what I understand it can we get pretty wild in the woods there at night. It was almost desk when I arrived, my cock was hard in my pants already. I decided to park at an old restaurant about a quarter mile from the park entrance. I pulled in and parked my car in the back corner where couldn’t be seen from the road. I got out of the car and open the trunk. I stripped down there in the parking lot and put my street clothes in the trunk of the car. I pulled out my gym bag and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tight T-shirt. I was going commando. I wanted it as a little between me and hard cock as possible. The T-shirt showed my nice broad chest and the basketball shorts showed off my ass. I slipped on some running shoes locked up the car, and took a jog down the road to the park. I took a turn into the park and jogged almost all the way up right to the restrooms. The restrooms were an old cinderblock building with men’s on one end and women’s on the other end. I decided to Check out the toilets before I went back in the woods. There were still plenty of light. I pushed open the outer door and it’s squeaked really loud. I stepped through the inner door and stood for a minute while my eyes were adjusting to the dim light. As my eyes adjusted I became aware of a man leaning back against the wall opposite me. He looked to be in his 40s probably just over 6 feet tall. His body was lean,nhis face was angular. He has short hair And salt and pepper stubble on his face. His eyes were smoky and he oozed sensuality. he wore a sleeveless flannel shirt unbuttoned all the way. He had a nicely hairy toned torso and a pair of jeans that rode low and showed the V pointing down to a really fat package. He was wearing black work boots scuffed up and untied at the tops. The fucker leered at me as I scanned him up and down the lust on my face obvious. “ like what you see faggot? “ He said. His voice was husky and sensual. This fucker just oozed sex and sexuality. Every time he moved his body was somehow suggestive and a little obscene. His hips were slightly thrust out. The bulge in his jeans was growing. My cock tented in my shorts. This man’s presence was causing every perverted thought I could have to rise in my brain. ”Yeah. I do like what I see.” I said stepping to the middle of the room. He reached down and flipped open the top button of his jeans. It was all I could do not to rush over fall in my knees lower his zipper and take whatever was in there out. Take it deep into my throat. I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted this man. I felt possessed. I wanted him but some force kept me in the middle of the room. he reached down and rubbed his package. His jeans opened up a little more. His trimmed pubes showed and the base of his cock came interview. His cock grew down one leg of his pants he was hung it looked to be about nine or 10 inches. A wet spot was forming in his jeans. ”Strip faggot” he ordered his hand sliding down into his jeans “strip it off now. I want to see your faggot body. I want to see what needs my AIDS babies.” I stripped off slowly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy wanted to give me aids. I reach down slowly pulled my T-shirt up over my torso. Pulled it up over my head. Let it drop to the floor. I reached down slowly slid my shorts off until they fell in a pile of my feet I stepped out of them. My cock was fully hard. Straining, leaking pre-cum like crazy. “Tell me what you want faggot”, he said. He leered me and pushed his pants down his hips a few inches. A biohazard tattoo came into view at his left hip. And on his right hip a scorpion tattoo. “you want this don’t you faggot?” he said sticking his tongue out obscenely and slipping his pants a little further down. His cock was about to pop out. .” Yes. I want it. I don’t want anything more than I want that.”I said “please give me aids.” “I know who you are.”;He said, “my sister and her kids go to your church. I’d love to give you my aids babies. Bring you over to the Darkside. Sacrifice your ass to the dark one.” My cock throb and his words. I drooled at the thought of sacrificing myself to the devil. I had seen videos, especially popper videos, about dark lust and perversion. my gut caught on fire. My ass hole twitched. I knew what I wanted now. And I knew he would give it to me. Or at least I hoped he would give it to me. The light in the room was fading fast as the sun went down. He shoved his pants down a little further and his cock popped out, hanging there and dripping pre-cum. The end of it was pierced.his cock head held a brass ring with a spike the ball on it. ”This will give you what you need faggot” he sneered “get on your knees and worship.” I didn’t need any encouragement. I took a few steps across the room and stood in front of him. He reached up and grabbed my hair pulled my head back spit, in my face. ”Suck my dick faggot” he said and pushed me down to my knees. His cock was right at my mouth. It Glistened with pre-cum. i leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, the ring brushed against my teeth. I tasted the sweet tang of his pre-come, his toxic pre-come. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock. And took it deep into my throat. I felt the spiked ball rubbing against my throat and my tongue. Rubbing it raw. Making openings for his toxic pre-come. He growled at me. “Nice faggot. Nice faggot cock sucker.” I worked his cock up and down slow savoring every bit of it. Putting that ring between my teeth and pulling gently. Tugging at his balls til he moaned in appreciation he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me and talked filthy to me. Suddenly. He grab the back of my head with both hands. And yanked my head back. He pushed me back onto the floor. “Do you like that faggot?” He asked. He was pointing his cock in me “yes I answered I adore your hot fucking poz cock. I want your aids babies up my ass.” I answered. My voice hoarse from the beating his cock had given my throat. Without warning a stream, a full hot stream, of piss shot from the end of his cock. It arced through the air and hit me in the chest. I felt the warmth. Smelled that smell of piss. He twitched his cock in the stream hit my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth. I let his hot piss fill my mouth. I swallowed. Over and over. Trying to keep up. I never knew a guy could piss so much. He went down to my chest again. Covering my torso with His piss. “You’re such a faggot.”He laughed at me. As the stream of pissed subsided. “I have one question for you faggot.” He said. “Are you on prep. Are you taking those drugs to kill my babies?” ”I just stopped prep today,” I said. he stepped over me grab the back of my head and yanked me up by the hair to my knees. He slapped me hard across the face two or three times with this cock. “Then you’re not worthy of my gift faggot” he said. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a black sharpie marker and pulled my head back. On my left pec he wrote an email address. “Email me in 30 days” he said. “Then we’ll talk about you getting my aids babies. Then we’ll talk about you becoming one of his legion. Right now I have a kid coming over here. I’m going to give him his first toxic load. You can stay and watch if you want.” he grabbed my clothes off the floor and threw them into a stall. He ordered me into the stall and told me to either get dressed and leave or stay and watch him convert an 18-year-old college freshman. he He followed me over to the stall. I wanted to watch some kid give up his clean ass to the hot demon fucker. But I also needed a cock. A I bent over to pick up my clothes the man came up behind me. I felt his hard cock against my ass and I froze. “Just to give you a taste of what is to come,” he sneered and then he spit on my ass, put his cock up against it, and shoved it all the way in with one long stroke. As I caught my breath from his attack, I felt his cock sliding in and out in long strokes hitting my prostate. It was such a bliss. I moaned and pushed back. Suddenly my hole was empty. “30 days faggot”he said “now grab your clothes and get the fuck out of here. See ya in church”

So I had decided to be a bugchaser. I craved it. All the time. Fantasized about poz cock and toxic cum. I started spending time at the Hospice my congregation served. Anytime a man with AIDS came in to live his last few days, I spent time with him. Talked with him. Lusted after his wasted body. Offered comfort. More than once I held a hand while the virus took its final toll. More than once I helped a wasted AIDS patient shower. I even went so far as to strip down with him and stand in the shower with him. More than once someone on the verge of death grew hard with desire as I gently washed his body. More than once I used my hand to bring him to pleasure at least once more before he passed. More than once as I stood behind a wasted man, supporting him in the shower and let him grind his ass against my hard cock. A couple of times I let my cock slip into his body, giving him on last moment of intimacy. Allowing him once more to give himself over to desire and lust. No one knew what I was doing, sexually, with the patients. They knew I helped with bathing and personal care. But the staff trusted me and left me alone with the patients any time I came in. Two gay male nurses suspected. More than once they ran interference when another staff member was about to enter the room. They thought I was a good guy for being intimate with these men who had little time left. One of the nurses, Greg, a 23 yr old hot-as-fuck jock with a smooth torso and electric blue eyes even went so far as to whisper a quick "thanks for what you do" wink. wink as I left the hospice one night. I asked him to walk me to my car. I was overwhelmed by his raw sexuality. His beautiful form and masculine energy. He had a nice bulge in his scrubs. I guessed he had about 8". We got to my car having had a more frank discussion on the way there. I said,"Look Greg, I am not entirely altruistic in what I'm doing. I have some ... well ...ulterior motives. I just don't like people thinking I'm some kind of saint or something. I do care about them but I also am....." "Pastor," he interrupted me, "it's pretty clear to me and Kevin (the other gay nurse) that you are really a fag and that you're probably looking to get infected. You're a bugchaser right?" "ummm..." I hesitated. "Or at least a serious wannabe," he said quickly. It was dark out but I think he could tell I was blushing and half-terrified. "Nobody has a clue, except me and Kevin. We've been keeping you safe from prying eyes. Hell, we've both wanked a patient or two in our time here." he spoke softly and quickly, "the thing is we've never met a religious person like you. These guys are getting the best of both worlds from you. Keep up the good work." He turned and walked quickly back to the entrance. "See you next Wednesday, Pastor." he yelled back before he went inside. I opened the car and practically fell into the seat. Good thing I didn't have to fumble with any keys because my hands were shaking so bad I couldn't have held onto them. I realized I was playing with fire. Not the bugchasing but living this double life. It had been two years since the kid in the park had shot a toxic load up my hole. Two years of playing in porno stores and parks and mall restrooms. Two years of more cocks than I could count, more cum than I could remember. I had started PREP until I figured out how to do this. It was time to get serious. I had to get my shit together. I may have become a depraved faggot but I still loved my family and my work. I needed to get some things in order so when the shit hit the fan they'd be ok. I slumped back in the seat of the car. My cock was hard as a rock and bound up in my briefs. I reached down to adjust it, still thinking about my family. My wife who, because of physical issues, was no longer sexual. My younger son. Jason, 16 and so like me. Furry at 16. But a wrestler and built. He was also hung. My older son, Kyle, 18, collegiate swimmer - definitely his mother's child. I loved seeing him naked at the gym. He was smooth. Hung, I instinctively reached for my cock and started rubbing against the fabric of my chinos. A wet spot was already forming. My lips parted slightly, I moaned lightly and dropped my head back. Kyle is so smooth and beautiful. I remembered last time we were in the gym shower at the same time. I was looking at his body as he showered across the room, my cock chubbing up. He was so attentive to his washing. Soaping his broad chest and supple abs. He bent over away from me and his beautiful bubble butt parted slightly as he washed his legs. His hole, pink and perfect, winking at me. I turned quickly away as he stood. My cock was at full mast. I was [banned word] on my own son. In the car my hand rubbed harder and faster on my crotch. My cock twitched in my pants. So close to cumming. I could see him reflected in the shower hardware. He had turned full frontal and was absently wash/stroking his cock, getting harder and harder. I was seeing my own son getting aroused. He looked up and suddenly realized what he was doing. I swear he kept looking for a long moment. I swear that I saw in his reflection a look of pure lust as his eyes ran up and down my body. I shifted as though I was going to turn around and he quickly turned his back to me and started rinsing again. I grabbed my towel and practically ran out of the shower. My breathing was ragged and I was moaning so loudly in the car that had someone passed by they'd have known exactly what I was doing. My thoughts returned to that day in the gym. I had calmed down, had my boxer briefs on and was sitting on the bench rubbing out my head when Kyle came over the his locker next to mine. He opened the upper locker door. I couldn't see his face but he turned facing me and dropped his towel. There just inches from my lips was my son's beautiful, plumped up cut cock, twitching and just begging for me to.... In the car I groaned loud enough to be heard across the parking lot and started shooting load after load of jizz into my pants. In my perverted mind, I gave into my base desires and took that beautiful cock into my mouth. I had the most evil thought flicker through my brain as my orgasm began to subside, "Soon I'll be toxic. Soon I'll be filled with AIDS babies. Maybe I should share my gift with my son." As I came down. I was so turned on. So appalled at my own thoughts. I needed more cock...now. I put the car in gear and headed off into the night, headed to the park where it all started to have more random anonymous cock and cum.

couldn’t believe it. Standing there holding the kid’s note. Realizing I had HIV swimming at my ass. I was still buzzed from the poppers and still horned up for more cock up my ass. But I knew I had to do something about this. At that point in my slide into perversion, I wasn’t ready to be HIV positive. I had a church, a wife, two sons... I could lose all that right at that moment right at that point in time. I knew what I could do. My congregation had been working with an AIDS hospice for several years. I knew about pep. The strange thing was, I wasn’t completely freaked out. I wasn’t afraid or angry or disappointed in myself. I wasn’t mad at the kid. The truth is I was horned up as fuck. I knew I wanted more cock, more raw cock in my ass. I wanted as much cock as I could get. My choice for the moment was to head to a hospital. There was a hospital about 40 miles away where I wouldn’t be known and I went to the walk-in clinic. I gave them some bullshit story about fooling around in and a broken condom and just being a little worried. They did a quick test to check my status - negative of course. They prescribed a course of anti-retroviral’s. And told me to come back in three months for a test. I did get test at three months later but not there. I got a Home kit and it came back non-reactive and I had it confirmed at the local STD clinic. But none of that stopped my slide into bareback sex. I couldn’t help myself now. For a while I went back to using rubbers except for sucking cock which I did a lot off. I knew three or four good porno stores within a couple hours drive of my house. I would go out in the afternoons on Saturdays and spend hours in a booth in a porno store sucking every dick that came through the hole. I didn’t care. It could be an old cock, young cock, Big or little, cut or uncut, I didn’t care. I just want it hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth into my throat. I craved cum. I craved bitter cum, sweet cum, from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. Big or little, cut or uncut,. I didn’t care. I just want hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth, into my throat. I craved cum. I crave bitter cum, sweet cum from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. it wasn’t long before I took another load. After getting my test at the three months and knowing that I was clear of HIV, I started thinking about hard cock up my ass again. I started thinking about that kid in the woods sliding his raw hard cock up my ass balls deep. I fantasized about that encounter over and over again thinking about his cock swelling in my ass rammed in balls deep. I could still imagine his cock firing spurt after spurt toxic cum up into my body. Every time I thought about it I stroked off. I slid my cock through my spit laden hand. I fantasized over and over again. Seeing his smooth young body. Feeling his nice hot smooth warm ass. And I started craving cock. I started craving poz cock. I gave up topping with rubbers and left my load indiscriminately in any ass that would take my cock. I loved sliding my hard cock into some stranger in the porno store. A month after I confirmed that I was still negative, I found myself back at the same park where the kid shot is toxic load up in me. I sat in my car for a few minutes stroking my cock looking at porn on my phone. I wanted it again. I wanted that boy’s cock again. I had already started checking out bug chasing on the web. Reading stories about guys who took HIV-positive loads into their asses willingly. But I never really considered it something I would do until that moment sitting in the car stroking my cock thinking again about that sweet smooth boy. As I sat there in the car stroking in the public parking lot, cars moving by me, people walking back-and-forth, I started muttering to myself. I started muttering about wanting cock. And then I said there’s something I had never said before. I said it out loud. “ I want poz cock. I want some guy to shoot his aids babies up my ass. I want HIV. I want aids.“ and then almost like a prayer I said “ God I want aids. Give me a aids up my ass.“ I put down my phone. Tucked my dripping cock back in the my pants. I got out of the car and walked back up into the woods. I just knew somebody would be in there. Somebody who wanted to fuck me. Somebody who wanted their cock sucked. And I was rightlm I didn’t get aids that afternoon. I didn’t get a poz cock.But I did suck off two old trolls with stubby dicks. Their cocks smelled slightly rank. The smell of old piss. They were uncut. But they were there. They had hard cocks and I sucked them both. I switched back-and-forth from one to the other. I suck them deep. I slobbered all over their balls. I begged him to come in my mouth.They called me a faggot and they called me a whore and they called me the bitch, but I loved every minute of it. I loved swallowing their bitter cum. They both shot a huge loads that dribbled down my chin. I couldn’t help myself I wanted cum. Any cum. As I was there on my knees, second guy coming into my mouth, the first one turned his cock toward my face and let go a stream of piss. They laughed at me. They both laughed. They both called me a worthless piece of shit faggot. I just mumbled,” Thank you sir.“ And sat on the ground as they walked away soaked in their Piss and tasting there cum. Licking up what had dribbled from my mouth. It was at that moment I knew I was a bug chaser. I started planning in my mind how I would start my next raw fuck. With somebody I knew had a high viral load. I was going to get myself knocked up

Bought a horse dildo a few weeks ago, took it balls deep today for over an hour. I dont think my inner second ring will ever be the same. I am exhausted, my cock is limp as it can get, my balls were milked DRY from it. But I am still HORNY! Any Dom Daddies out there live on a farm??? O_o

Headed to Chicago this Spring looking for a hotel for group anon fun. Any suggestions?

And always away from the employer's laptop--don't want to beat off during the wrong Zoom meeting! 😉

Dang! I had no idea we were supposed to keep track.

I get the same exact pleasure you describe about the top's seed in me and all that surrounds it but from the reverse perspective. I love being the receptacle to his seed. I love taking it and letting it absorb into me. I never push it out. I love the feel of his raw cock in me. And yes! I can definitely tell the difference between a condom covered cock and one without it. It is very obvious to me. Plus there is the pure pleasure of feeling his raw cock pushing at my gut walls and pushing past my sphincter. It provides so much intense sensation. I'm surprised you have not experienced that as a bottom. Sometimes you can even feel the top blowing his seed. I'll admit that not every time do I feel that, but there have been clearly times where I felt every pulse of his seed blowing in me. That just made the whole experience that much better. I never want the top to pull out either. Once in, he stays in and gets to use my fertile hole as his seeding ground.

I would agree with you, but I’ve seen so many of these Dudes clutching their pearls online or in bars only to see them late nights, in the shadows waiting to get their turn at the latest seedy motel Cumdump, not a condom to be found.

Chat with a friend Sunday and ask me around . His partner was working till 8pm so I prepared abd visited him as not seem him for a year or so . He a big stocky daddy top and alway semi hard and I arrived abd we kissed and hugged. Before I new it I was naked and he pushed ne down on the bed while kissing and nipple playing. After sone amazing foreplay he was so hard and pushed ne back on the bed and shoved his cock in my tight hole After a long session and different positions I had couple big hot loads on me. Hecthen forced my head down to clean his cock abd I gladly sucked away . Before long I got another joy load and I swallowed every drop . Then we cuddled and as I lay there he shoved in to me as I lay on my side and I recieved another load. Very happy Sunday

You are literally a human fucktoy and cumdumpster

I got to top for the first time few days ago. I've been a full bottom for few years, but starts to enjoy being sucked and was tempted to top. Few days ago, I was really horny, like, I needed to get fuck. I was supposed to work, but then I started to play with my ass with my plug, and thought "fuck it, I need a cock". So I went on grindr, and hit back this guy which I talked to few weeks ago. He was older than me and seemed nice. Good looking and his profile advertised "tbm (yeah, even though I'm asian)", and indeed his cock was pretty decent. I said I was looking, and he asked when, and I said "now?". I told him I was looking to be fucked, but was open to try to top. He was fine by it, asked if I was on prep, said no, that I was playing safe most of the time (I still fool myself), asked if he was, said yes, no more talking about that issue. I still prep some condoms aside, but well, I knew I wanted it bare. He told me he would be there in 30-min or so. Once he arrived, we talked a bit, he was nice, was looking exactly like the picture, then started to make out. Once we got naked, I got on my back, him above me, and he started to rub his cock against my ass as we kissed, he fingered me a bit, got his cock head wet and resumed at rubbing his cock against my ass. "You're already ready to get fucked ?", he smiled, I said yes (I usually am, I prelube most of the time), it was not difficult for his cock to get in even without me or him guiding his cock in. I gasped, had a thought for the condom on the bedtable and said "fuck I needed that" once he was full in. He gave me a decent fuck for 30-min or so, said I was testing his limits. I noticed I was not perfectly clean, and asked if he was ok for me to clean up again. He agreed. Once I was done, we resumed kissing, we were both soft, but he sucked me so I got hard again. That's when I asked if he wanted me to fuck him. He told me he liked ttbm, so I asked he that was okay for him, he told me I was definitely tbm (think I was a bit bigger than him). He lubed me up, and I just start rubbing my cock against his ass, I usually came pretty fast when playing with my cock, so I took my time. He was very patient, which was nice as I was nervous. I got fully inside of him, of course bare, I didn't ask, he didn't protest. I fucked him a few minutes before I could not resist anymore and started to cum in him. I could feel my cock pulsating inside him, that was so hot. As I was in him, I sucked him until he came too. When I pull out, some of my cum went out. My only regret is that I did not eat him out after cumming in him, but otherwise, loved the experience ! Think I'll be definitely up to top more, and hopefully became more resistant. Feel free to give advice 😉

Here's where I take issue with the above: it's all good and fine to talk about "free will and sane minds" but if those "sane minds" are poorly educated - or getting bad information via eroticization of things like progressing to AIDS - then they're not going to be making informed decisions. And given the exceptionally piss-poor sexual education systems we have in this country, people *will* take much of what they read in erotic fiction as accurate depictions of the reality of sex. In another HIV-related thread earlier today I came across a posting that suggested "Muslims" have a natural resistance to HIV infection, for instance. While it's true that some diseases are known to be more of an issue for people of certain racial or ethnic backgrounds - sickle cell disease, for instance, for black people, or Kaposi's Sarcoma for Mediterranean people (before HIV, that is) - HIV is not one of them, and in any event, "Muslim" is a religious, not ethnic, distinction. When you're confronting that kind of ignorance, free will is meaningless if you're not informed. As for marginalization: would you feel the same way if the marginalized group were, say, gay serial killers? Surely we don't want to marginalize that specific group of gay people by treating them with any less respect than non-serial killers, right? People who promote deliberate progression from being HIV positive to having AIDS are also pushing a killing agenda, just one that acts more slowly. I get the eroticization of an infection changing one's body, even if the reality rarely lives up to the fantasy (the obscene number of braggadocious posts here notwithstanding). I get the idea that worrying about preventing infection can be wearying and with effective treatments available, it might have made sense at one time to just give in and let it happen (before PrEP became an option). But I do not, cannot, and will not accept the eroticization of deliberately shortening ones' life with a disease that kills as horribly as AIDS does. Like RawTop I went through all the early years of the AIDS crisis watching people get sick and die. I have a close friend who relocated from San Francisco to the southeast US here a few decades back because he'd reached the point where he just couldn't watch any more friends die. I have no statistical evidence to back this up, but I suspect very few of the pro-AIDS crowd are gay men who are in their late 50's and 60's who've been out since the early 80's and understand what AIDS does to people. I don't really see much of an issue with relegating those who push a pro-AIDS agenda off to another site for them to deal with.

Yes, when I was in the navy there was this socially awkward guy in my division. He had a stutter and thick glasses and the one thing we had in common is we both loved pot. Once when we we pulled into San Diego we split the cost of cheap motel room and decided to spend the weekend drinking beer and smoking weed. There were a couple of other guys there but they had duty the next day so they went back to the boat before we did. Both of us were sitting on the bed when I turned to him and asked him if he liked blowjobs. He said he sure did but he didn't have enough money left over to call a hooker. So I asked him if he ever had a blowjob from a guy. He shook his head and slid away from me a bit. He asked me if I had and I told him yes and that it feels just as good from a guy, sometimes better. He told me I was bullshitting him - there was no way. I told him I could prove it if he really wanted to know. He asked me if I was a fag. I didn't answer him - I just told him if he wanted to know he should lay back and relay and close his eyes. I took a minute but eventually he did. I knew he was nervous so I went slow. He jumped when I reached out to unbuckle his belt but he stayed laying down. I stood up to unzip his pants and I could see his eyes were squeezed shut tight. I slid his pants and underwear down just enough to see his cock pop out from underneath. It was a nice six or seven inches and dripping a little cum at the tip. I never touched his cock with anything but my lips and tongue. I slid my lips over his head and felt him tense up. I slid back off then back down deeper feeling his head touch the back of my throat. I heard him moan and his legs started to fold apart. By the time my lips slid down to his pubes the third time I could taste his precum in the back of my throat. By the time I pulled back to his head he was starting to cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop until he pushed me away. He started to load another bowl, took a hit and passed it to me. Well was it as good as a woman? He wouldn't look me in the eye but he smiled a little bit and said, better.

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!"

I always heard the Heart O' Chicago was an ideal set up- motel property above Boystown(I think, not a Chicagoan myself) Once upon a time, it would have been close to Mans Country and the Eagle on N Clark, tho those are long gone

Uncle Dom walked towards him, a black harness strapped across his thick and hairy chest. Nipples were weighed down with thick metal rings, and so was his cock. Andrew gulped, he watched his uncle lazily walk towards him across the church hall. His thick cock swinging, the thing was massive, Andrew couldn't take his eyes off of it. He tried to convince himself that this was weird, that he should run, but his feet stuck to the floor. "Andrew, I see you made it" Andrews eyes darted from the thick cock infront of him, to the handsome face of his uncle. "Um, I.. uh" Andrew stammered, this was all too much. His Uncle, the man of his dreams was stood right in front of him, beads of sweat running down his hairy chest. A large Biohazard tattoo emblazoned proudly beneath his navel. "Come meet some of my brothers" Dom grabbed his hand, completely ignoring the stuttering twink infront of him. He didn't care that he was naked infront of his own nephew, his own flesh and blood. He did care, his thick pierced cock twitched at the potential this scene had. It had been Father's idea, he had asked the congregation for new blood, Dom had kindly offered up his male relatives. Andrew was led across the room, to a group of lads sat around on some broken pews, each of them scantily clad. They each bore plenty of tattoos; scorpions, biohazard symbols, devils. Each of them also were adorn with plenty of metal. Andrew could see plenty of barbells hanging from nipples, and bull rings in noses. Besides his Uncles own Prince Albert, he could see plenty of others alongside a load of other different cock piercings. The skinheads all turned to appraise the fresh meat that had turned up at their door. "Whose this fag?" A pale skinhead asked, he had "POZ PIG" emblazoned in wicked looking letters across his chest. Andrew immediately glanced at the floor, he didn't know what to do. Immediately he felt Doms strong hand rest on his shoulder. "The fans my nephew, he's here to convert" "Oh is he? Huh fag? Want to join the dark ones church? Ready for his gifts?" Andrew didn't know what was going on, he looked up and met Poz Pigs gaze. The man was now standing inches from his face, he was skinnier that his Uncle, but he was wiry. Andrew shrunk a little, he knew he couldn't face up to a man like him, better to roll over. "I.. uh, I'm not sure I'm supposed to be..." A slap landed across Andrews face, his eyes watered a little bit, his gaze returning to the floor. His eyes caught a glimpse of his uncle, smirking, his cock now fully hard watching this play out. "Oh your supposed to be here fag, Father said so. Now be a good little fag and know your fucking place" Poz Pig spat the last words into Andrews face, his hand now resting under his chin. Andrew winced as his face was upturned to Poz Pigs, his body was so close, he could feel the head of his pierced cock press into his stomach. Now the energy of the room had shifted, the commotion had roused a few onlookers from the rest of the room. Uncle Doms 'brothers' were now all eyes on Andrew, as they watched him look up into Poz Pigs face. Another smack landed across Andrews face, the hand under his jaw holding him in place. Andrew submitted, part of him slipped away. He had never really thought of himself as a submissive person, but as he felt the eyes of all these alpha men and his uncle on him, he couldn't help it. He struggled to meet Poz Pigs gaze, he knew now that he was at the bottom of this particular food chain. "Ease up on the fag, its his first day" Uncle Dom stepped in, he knew when to assert his dominance. Placing his big hands on his shoulders, Uncle Dom steered Andrew away from Poz Pig and towards the bulk of the group of 'brothers'. Taking a seat at one of the pews that were piled up in the Church Hall, he directed Andrew onto his knee. Andrew still reeling from his submission to Poz Pig, didn't think twice sitting on his uncles naked leg, inches away from the thick cock that had only hypnotised him minutes ago. Uncle Dom rested a strong arm around his waist, securing Andrew onto his leg. He wasn't going anywhere unless Uncle Dom let him. A few men from across the hall had turned back to their smoking and conversations, but a few had not. Big white clouds erupted irregularly from the groups, the smokers attitudes steadily changing. A bong was slowly making its way round Andrews captors group aswell, passing from hand to hand. "Fucking good shit Dom, guna make today's service so fucking good" Poz Pig was surrounded by a thick cloud of white chemical smelling smoke. "Thought I'd bring the good shit for my nephews introduction, the fags not guna know what hit him" Andrew squirmed in his Uncles lap, then action only prompting Doms arms to grip him tighter, pulling him further into his Uncles crotch. Andrew could feel his Uncles thick piercing press against the small of his back, his cock pushing underneath his shirt. "I.. uh" "Quiet now boy" The command came from his uncle, again Andrew felt the call to submit. Where was this all coming from? he wasn't usually so docile. The glass pipe changed hands one more, his uncle releasing Andrews waist to accept the gift. The lighter burned as Andrew watched his uncle fill the pipe with white smoke, his big hands clutching the glass bong. He watched as the pipe emptied and his Uncle place it on the pew next to him. Andrew knew what was in the pipe, he knew what the biohazard tattoo in his uncles lap meant. Andrew turned to look at his Uncle Dom, his eyes glassy, he was looking at Andrew. A need was in his eyes, and Andrew could only oblige, leaning in Andrews lips parted as his Uncle Dom shotgunned the Tina into his lungs.

2. My thoughts came back to me and I saw that Tommy was putting on his shoes getting ready to leave. “Why can’t I come with you?” I asked “Peter said I had to come alone or he won’t rent room,” Tommy replied. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach again. The same one when I saw Andrew with Peter. I don’t know why I felt so helpless. I should have told Tommy to not go and we’ll find a different option. But instead, I stood there paralyzed, like a kid with no voice. I used to be a confident person. I had a lot going for me, and still do. I have a great body from doing CrossFit, I’m tall, and I’m in school to become a Nurse Practitioner. I used to wear all things with pride, but for some reason, I feel less of a man with each Peter encounter. Tommy gave me another kiss and left. — Tommy slowly opened the door and entered the apartment. As he scanned the place, he quickly stopped when he saw Peter. He was sitting on a dirty futon naked from the waist down. He was slowly jacking his massive dick with his right hand while he sniffed his left armpit. “Took you long enough, faggot,” Peter said. “I…uh…what,” Tommy said. “What am I doing? What does it look like I’m doing?” Peter replied. “Should I come back another time?” Tommy asked. “No, get over here,” Peter demanded. As if pulled by invisible strings, Tommy slowly walked over to Peter. He had an even better view of Peter’s massive cock. Thick, with one large vein running from his balls up the shaft. And his balls. They were low hanging and massive. Tommy crinkled his nose. “Yeah you smell that, bitch? The smell of my crotch. Take it in, bitches like you love it,” Peter said. Tommy remained silent, eyes transfixed on Peter’s cock. “Here’s how it’s going to work. If you want to live here, you have to be my cock slave. I get to fuck you whenever I want. I need to get off a lot, so you have to be ready at any time. I don’t care if you’re at the market. If I text you, then you get your ass back here, bend over, and take my cock. And another thing, I don’t use condoms, so expect to have your cunt flooded with my grade-A spunk, “ Peter said. He continued, “So what’s it going to be? You want to live here and be my bitch, or you going to go back to that pathetic excuse of a man that you call your boyfriend?” Tommy stood there, completely motionless. Peter wagged his cock in Tommy’s direction. It must have given off more of Peter’s manly pheromones because Tommy’s lungs inflated as if he just took a big breath. When he exhaled, any reservation he had also exited his body. In a trance-like fashion, Tommy knelt by Peter and started to grab his dick. “Not so fast, bitch,” Peter taunted. “I want to hear you say that you want to be my cumdump cock slave.” “I want…to…be your cumdump,” Tommy stammered. But the stammering didn’t seem like it was from hesitation or guilt. Tommy’s whole body was trembling from excitement and lust. “You want this cock, bitch? You want my load?” Peter asked. “Yes, sir…please…s..ir,” Tommy said. “Sniff my ripe balls,” Peter ordered. Tommy went straight in and buried himself into Tommy’s ball sack. With each deep inhale, Tommy’s body trembled even harder. He was high on the scent of Peter and his manly presence. “Strip,” Peter said. Without hesitation or taking his face away from Peter’s crotch, Tommy unrobed and was completely naked. Tommy has an amazing body. I tell him all the time that his body and face looks just like my favorite porn star, Calvin from Sean Cody. He’s 5’11 and is incredibly toned with nice pecs. His fair skin stood out next to his deep brunette hair. And there he was completely naked sniffing my mortal enemy’s cock with abandon. “Damn, that lil’ fag scored a good one this time,” Peter said. “Get my dick nice and wet, boy.” Tommy looked up and smiled at Peter. He held the base of the cock with his left hand and ran his right hand over Peter’s body. He started licking from the bottom and made his way to the top. Tommy opened as wide as he could to fit the cock in his mouth. It was tight, but Tommy was determined to get it in. After several tries, Tommy finally got in it, but without warning, Peter held Tommy’s head and jammed his cock into Tommy’s throat. Tommy gagged and pulled off Peter’s cock. His eyes were watering and he was gasping for air. Peter laughed. After a few seconds, Tommy went back to Peter’s cock and started sucking. He kept servicing Peter’s cock for another 10 minutes or so when Peter pulled Tommy off. “You ready for me to destroy your hole, boy?” Peter asked. “Yes…please…please…” Tommy said. His trembling returned. “OK, but you need to do one thing first,” Peter said. “Yes…sir…anything,” Tommy said. “Look into my iPhone over there and say that you’re in love with me and you regret ever being with your pathetic boyfriend. Tell him that I’m a better man than he is in every way. That no matter how much he works out, everyone can see that he’s a dumb cuck,” Peter demanded. Without hesitation, Tommy turned to the iPhone that had been recording this entire time and said, “I’m in love with Peter, you dumb fuck. I can’t believe I ever wasted time with you when I could have been with a real man. He has a better cock than you, a better body than you, and he’s going o fuck me better than you ever could. You are a dumb, stupid cuck. I bet you’re going to watch this and jack off to it, you dumb fuck,” Tommy said. Peter laughed. Tommy was completely his and he looked at the camera with the same smug look he had when Andrew was sucking him off. “Hear that, bitch?” Peter said to the camera. “Now get on my cock, bitch,” Peter said to Tommy. “You’re going to ride this cock and work for my load.” Peter leaned back and put his arms behind his head. Tommy straddled Peter. He held Peter’s cock as he slowly descended onto it. He was slow but deliberate. Peter grabbed a small brown bottle of what looked like poppers, unscrewed the top, and held in under Tommy’s nose. “Sniff.” Tommy started inhaling like he did with Peter’s balls. I had never seen Tommy do any type of substance before, but he was sniffing the poppers like a pro. Peter counted down from 15 and told Tommy to keep sniffing. Then he told Tommy to hold it in until he couldn’t and then exhale. Tommy obeyed and when he finally exhaled, his fair skin turned a shade of red. He was high. He started riding Peter’s cock aggressively. Smack smack smack filled the room. After a few minutes, Tommy slowed down. The poppers must have worn off. Tommy slow pace was accompanied by a tender look. He leaned into Peter for a kiss. Peter spat on his face and said, “Fags don’t get affection.” Instead of being hurt, Tommy kept bouncing on Peter’s cock. He started whispering, “I love you. I love you” to Peter. “Louder,” Peter demanded. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” Tommy moaned. His voice was trembling. He was in heaven. Without warning, I heard a loud splat. Peter just came in Tommy’s ass and it was so big that it spewed out of Tommy’s ass. Tommy kept riding Peter’s cock. “Feel that warm load inside you boy? My babies swimming inside your pussy. Getting you pregnant with my alpha sperm.” Peter said. “Yes, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Tommy trembled. Peter then flipped Tommy over and started ramming him. Tommy was screaming in pain, but Peter didn’t stop. He kept pounded Tommy was animal force. Tommy’s screams slowly subsided and he was now moaning. Loudly. After a few minutes, Peter screamed and I heard another splat. Peter had just dropped two loads inside Tommy in the span of 10 minutes. It was incredible. Peter got up, walked to the iPhone, and said, “Have fun jacking off, faggot.” — The recording stopped there. My shirt was soaked in sweat. I looked down at the fresh puddle of cum I just shot. I quickly looked off my shirt to lap up the cum. I then swished it around in my mouth and spit it back onto my hand. I was lost in a haze of lust. So this is how Peter got all my exes. The thought slipped away and I spent the rest of the afternoon jacking my cock.

Sorry for the delays guys, work has been kicking my arse this week. Here's the next part. --------------- “So” said a big beefy guy covered in a quilt of tattoos, “are you going to be a good submissive cumslut for us, or do we need to gag you?” “Er, er, I’ll be good” I said, rather meekly. “Good boy” he said, “because we’re all knocking you up tonight whether you want it or not.” I stared at him for a moment. “I want it sir” I said quietly. I knew what the array of plus signs, biohazard symbols, scorpions and so on I could see inked on to their chests and arms probably meant, but somehow I was OK with it. The thought that I could get pozzed had crossed my mind a while back as I contemplated what I was becoming, but it didn’t scare me in the way I thought it should. Certainly not the way getting a girl pregnant had scared me into always playing safe with my previous partners. I actually found it a bit of a turn-on, in a butterflies-in-the-stomach kind of a nervous way. “Good boy” the big guy said. “Now tell us again what you want.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then vocalised what was deep inside. “I want you all to fuck me sir. I want you to fill me with your loads. I want you to knock me up.” He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything. I realised he was waiting for a bit more. “Please breed me sir. Please.” He nodded, and then gestured to one of the others in the room to step up. A shorter guy of quite a stocky build with a shaved head who looked like he was Southern Europe somewhere stepped in between my legs. He didn’t make eye contact with me until he had lined his cock up with my hole and pushed it inside, and even then it was only a brief glance before he looked back down at where his dick met my rear end. He then started to fuck the brains out of me, far faster than I thought he would. My heart was going like the clappers as he fucked me, knowing that I was about to get my first poz load. I knew there’d be no turning back, that I would be firmly and finally transitioning into a complete cumdump, but I didn’t care. I think maybe my lottery win had started to make me feel a bit invincible or something. The stocky guy went at a fast pace throughout the fuck, but as he neared orgasm he sped up to a crazy speed, slamming in and out of me like nothing had before. I’m not even sure a pneumatic drill would have done to me what he was. Then he slammed in one final time, threw his head back and roared, spurting his toxic load into me. I felt myself yell out almost in relief, both at the power-fuck being over but also at the release of finally getting what deep down I now knew I wanted. “There you go boy” the big guy said, still the only one of them who had spoken. “You’ve taken his gift. Are you ready for the rest of us?” “Yes sir” I panted. Their gifts I got. At that point there were seven of them in the room, and they all took turns fucking and breeding me as I lay back in the sling. They were all pretty rough with me, but after the night I’d had my hole was sufficiently stretched and coated with cum that I could take it. After their first round, some of the guys fucked me again, but eventually they were all spent. The big guy then came over and unfasted my the clasps holding my wrists and ankles up on the chains, allowing me to lower my aching limbs and slowly stand up from the sling. Cum flooded down the inside of my legs and dripped on the floor below me. “You had enough boy, or do you want more?” he asked, putting his arm around me in a tender way I wasn’t expecting. “More” I said, now completely lost in the fucklust of getting gang-bred in this dingy basement. “Well OK then” he said, encouraging me to slowly walk out of the room. He guided me over to the other side of the room and had me stand in front of the padded bench. I took the opportunity to stretch my arms and legs a bit, before kneeling on the bench and lowering myself forward on to all fours. It was clearly designed for fucking, as there were supports for my legs, arms and torso. As it turned out, there were also clasps on the bench too, and before long I was secured down on it as I had been on the sling. I now had my bottom facing towards the doorway, and could only see the corner of the room ahead of me. What followed was something of pure fantasy for an emerging cumdump like myself. Without ever seeing any of them, guy after guy fucked me and planted his seed in my hole. A few of them grunted words at me, and a couple yelled comments about taking their dirty load as they came, but otherwise most were fairly quiet as they went about their business. I really don’t know how long I was there, but as the numbers of men breeding me started to dwindle I guessed that it must be getting pretty late. After a lull when no-one was at my rear end, I heard the familiar voice of the big guy from earlier. “Well my boy” he said, “I think that’s probably your lot for tonight. I’m going to give you one more load, and then we’ll get you cleaned up and into a taxi home.” “Thank you sir” I replied, right before his enormous cock began to work its way into me. He had definitely been my favourite fucker earlier on when I could see who was inside me, and despite the fact that my hole was definitely now quite sore, it was still nice to have him back up my channel fucking me. Throughout the fuck he gently goaded me with comments and observations about what I now was and what my life would be. I felt a sort of calm and serenity washing over me as he worked his way around inside my hole, thinking of my new-found financial and sexual freedom. I never needed to work again, I could go anywhere in the world I wanted and do pretty much anything, and after tonight I was also free to be the man I clearly was without fear and without remorse. He eventually flooded me for one last time, and then held in place inside me while he came down from the orgasm. He gently stroked my lower back and buttocks as his giant cock softened, before gently pulling out. He was gone for a moment, before I felt a pressure on my hole that wasn’t like any cock I’d had. Then something popped inside, and I realised he must have put a plug in me. He then released the clasps on my ankles before coming round the side of the bench to do the same with my wrists. He helped me up off the bench, and then turned me to face him. “How do you feel?” he asked, gently stroking the side of my face. “Tired” I whispered, “but satisfied.” “You did well tonight” he said. “I’ll be sure to tell Ben what a good little cumdump you were for us all.” “Thank you sir” I replied, smiling at him. “Now let’s get you cleaned up” he said, turning and putting his arm round me again. He walked me out of the room and down to the changing rooms, where with a huge amount of tenderness he proceeded to help wash me down in the showers. Several times he made sure the plug in my hole was secure and holding the loads inside, but as it was clearly going nowhere he eventually let it be. Once I was washed, he helped me dry my aching body and then I got dressed into the tracksuit I’d worn the night before. I pulled my phone out and had a look at the time, shocked to see it was nearly 5am. “Blimey” I said, realising how many hours I’d spent getting fucked. “This won’t be your first all-nighter” the big guy said, grinning at me. “Cumdumps like you eventually sleep all day and ride all night. It’s in your nature.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that as a lifestyle, but nodded at him anyway. Then we headed upstairs and out into the dawn where two taxis were waiting. Before he got into his he handed me a business card with another mobile number handwritten on the back, and then he was gone. I watched his taxi drive off, and then climbed into mine. I gave the driver my address, and then just as we pulled away I booted up Google Maps and put a pin in my current location, not wanting to lose the opportunity to come back here again. I then sat back, closed my eyes and thought about the start of the night when Rob had said the rest of my life was beginning there and then. I realised he was right, but I’d had no inclination of just what a change was coming. Involuntarily I found myself smiling, then opened my eyes to watch the waking world go by outside.

2. Jon "Got a package for you," the guard said. I looked up from my phone to see Hector looking at me. I hoped it was the package I had been expecting. It was an important part of my plans for Seth's party, and I had been worried it wouldn╒t get here in time for the weekend. "Thanks," I said. "It's in the back." Hector said. I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew where this was leading. "And where's Cal been? I haven't seen him for a few days." I had just come from the gym, and the workout had left me not just sweaty, but also horny. Still, I wasn't sure if I was ready for Hector. "He's been in Austin for work this week," I said. "Too bad," Hector said. "I've been missing him." Hector rubbed his crotch. There was no doubt why the burly Latino was missing Cal. Cal was usually the one who satisfied Hector's needs. Hector was the prototypical security guard, insecure and eager to assert his authority. Mixed with a deep insecurity about his sexuality, it was a toxic combination and it was reflected in his approach to sex. He was rough and aggressive, with a tendency to be very verbal and abusive. More than once, Cal had come up to the apartment with tears streaming down his face and bruises on his body. With Cal away, the job of satisfying Hector's dark, uncut cock was going to fall to me. "Me too," I said, as Hector motioned for me to head to the storage room in the back. The security guard put up a sign "Back in ten minutes." Not that he cared when he got back, but it would help to bound the experience. "He's back late tonight." "Yeah?" he said. "But my shift ends at 7:00." It was going to be me pleasuring him tonight. I couldn't tell if Hector was in a good mood or not, but it didn't matter. His cock was already stirring. As far as his penis was concerned, it didn't matter what I wanted. All that mattered was what Hector needed. He opened the door to the storage room. "Can't last that long?" It was my cock talking. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Hector could barely control his sexuality, and never joked about it. I sometimes wondered if what Cal and I did for him was a safety valve, letting him release his tensions in a controlled way with participants that at least knew what they were getting into. I walked into the storage room. It was not the first time I had been in it, but it had been several months since the last time. As always, there was the single flickering fluorescent bulb, barely illuminating the room. Against the far wall, the locked cage ran the width of the room. It had only been a few weeks ago that I had come home and had to claim Cal from the cage. He bruised and bloodied from Hector's "games." Luckily, I had only been in the cage once, and I shivered at the memory. I wondered once again what I had just volunteered for. As I looked around the room, I noticed something new, a ratty old mattress, stained and dirty. It was in one corner of the cage. It was hard to tell if being thrown on the dirty mattress was a better outcome than just lying on the cold floor. "Shut up faggot," Hector said. It wasn't the words but the tone that hammered home the reality of the situation. Even though I was scared of what would happen next, my cock was playing traitor as it lengthened and hardened in my jeans. "On your knees." I fell to the ground in a motion that felt more like an involuntary reflex than a choice. I looked up at the Latino. He was smiling, the bulge in his khakis painfully obvious. Reverentially, he undid his belt. For him, it was a symbol of his power, and therefore, it required the utmost respect. I had watched the first time Cal had casually tossed it aside. The welts on his ass took two weeks to fully disappear. "You know what to do cocksucker," he said. I nodded and undid his pants, exposing a pair of white briefs, already stretched nearly to breaking point by his uncut cock. I pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, dark and despite how hard he was, the head was still covered by his foreskin. I would be lucky if Hector would use any lube to make the fuck bearable, much less some poppers or tina to make it fun. The Latino approached fucking as a zero-sum game, where any pleasure I got was less pleasure he got. For Hector, even me sucking his cock was an excuse to find new ways to get me to gag. I opened my mouth, taking the very tip of his cock into my body. Gently, I probed under his foreskin. If I knew Hector, he had spent most of the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. The big breasts and wet cunts he had found had made him drip a bit, and the pre-cum had accumulated under his cockhood. "Oh fuck yeah, cocksucker. Lick up that sweat," he grunted, shoving his cock a bit further into my mouth. "Mmmmph," I said, working my way down his thick shaft. The entire encounter had happened so fast that I didn't really have a chance to get into the right headspace. From our idle chatter in the lobby to me on my knees sucking his cock, it had been barely five minutes. Nevertheless, my mood did not matter. I had to deep-throat the Latino. Hector hated any other lube than spit, so deep throating him was essential. My saliva would be my only respite from his ass pounding. "All the way down, faggot," he said. "Make my cock happy." I exhaled and focused on the cock already pressing against the back of my throat. "Yeah, it'll make your throat sore. But you like that." Hector grabbed the back of my head. "Come on. How many times have you done this before?" I didn't want to count; that would involve re-living the most extreme moments. I remembered the time he had practically choked me with his dick. He pulled it out only seconds before I blacked out. "Do it," he said, forcing my head down on his manhood. "Uuuuugh," I moaned, as the thick head forced itself into my throat. I had to take it, but every ounce of my being rebelled against the humiliation of his utter domination of my throat. "Eeease?" I grunted, begging him to let up on me. "Fucking feels so good cocksucker," he said. "No way am I gonna give up on this." He held my head in place; my nose rubbing against his closely trimmed pubes. There was the faint scent of soap, and the much stronger odor of sweat. In other words, he smelled like a man. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his steel shaft further in my mouth. "I know faggot. You can't get enough of a real man's cock." I looked up at him, silent and desperate. He was staring down at me, smiling broadly. His cock twitched, delivering a payload of pre-cum that landed straight in my stomach. He knew that every movement of his body was another ordeal as I struggled to accommodate his thickness. My obvious discomfort at sucking his cock only made him harder. Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my throat and mouth. The removal was almost worse than the original penetration. But, the spasms subsided quickly once his cock was out of my mouth. "Stand up," he said, stepping back. He had decided that his cock was wet and hard enough to shove into my ass. I stood up quickly. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, leaning my weight against one of the shelves. It was full of packages waiting to be picked up. "Lower," he said, motioning me to rest against only the second shelf from the bottom. I stood up long enough to kick off my pants, then forced myself in the awkward and revealing posture he had demanded. As ambivalent as he might have been about gay sex, Hector still knew exactly what he was doing. By forcing me to brace myself against the lower shelf, I had to spread my legs wide, which forced my ass up. I could feel the chill of cool air against my hole. It reminded me just how exposed and vulnerable I had let myself become. In the position I had now assumed, there was no way for me to resist Hector's inevitable attack. My hole was exposed and ready for him to penetrate. The sudden chill awoke something dark and evil lurking within my body. I was no stranger to the passions of my virus. At the worst moments, it would stir, and assert itself. It wanted companionship, and it knew the best way to get it was through fluid exchange. Now aroused it asserted itself and made my only thought the need to get fucked. Hector grabbed onto my waist with one hand, and spat on his cock. Even when he had the time, he hated lube. "You know. Spit is all that a cocksucker deserves." He positioned his dick against my hole, pausing for a moment. "Let me in," he said, as he pressed harder and forced himself into me. As he entered, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his swollen cockhead. At least there was a bit of pre-cum to lubricate his penetration, but it was hardly enough. Not that it mattered. My virus was in control now and it wanted cum even more than Hector needed to drain his balls. I grunted, shifting my weight to try to get into a better position. "Stay cocksucker," he said, using his free hand hold me in place. "This is how I want it." I stopped squirming. I could feel each millimeter of his cock as it pressed into ass. Since I had no chance to prepare, his dick was a burning poker invading me. I moaned, more from pain than any kind of pleasure. "That's a real man in your ass," he said. He pushed further into me, the skin of his shaft rubbing against the tender walls of my ass. I closed my eyes, dreaming of even a drop of lube to make it easier to bear. "It's the kind of cock you dream about, faggot." "So fucking tight," Hector said. His cock was only seven or eight inches long, but it was thick. He was stretching me out. "Almost all in." I allowed myself a breath and forced myself to relax even more. Unfortunately, like Hector, the virus did not believe in pleasure. All it wanted that afternoon was another man in me, another chance to get re-infected. As I exhaled, his cock slid deeper into me and his thick pubes brushed against my buttocks. "It's all the way in, cocksucker," he said, and almost immediately, pulled back out. "Now the fun can really begin." I gasped, only to be rewarded with another hard thrust back into my hole. This time, it was at an angle and his dickhead rubbed against fresh parts of my hole. Hector was trying to find the sweet spot that maximized both his pleasure my discomfort. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found a rhythm of thrusts, parries, and withdrawals that left me breathless and sweating. He now had both hands on my waist and held me in place. It meant there was no relief for my aching thighs or sore ass. The only relief was that he was dripping pre-cum into me. If we kept this up long enough, I would be properly lubricated, and his fucking wouldn't be quite as harrowing. "Oh yeah," Hector said. "Almost there, cocksucker." "Please," I moaned. I wasn't sure if the voice was me begging for the fuck to end, or my virus, begging for his load. My arms were getting tired from supporting myself and pushing back against his pounding. His pre-cum was making his thrusts a little more bearable, but each one was still a painful reminder of his utter dominance over me. "Please," I grunted again. "Faggot begging for a man's load," Hector said. "Fucking the way the world should work." He slammed his cock deep into my hole and held it there. Of course, this was the moment where he had opened me up and lubricated me enough that his thrusts were no longer painful. He knew how to time it perfectly; when it became even slightly pleasurable for me, it was time for the encounter to end. "Fucking taking my load." His shaft throbbed. "Fucking breeding that faggot hole." The first spurt of cum was like a bullet, colliding with my body, lodging itself deep. Three more spurts followed in quick succession, each punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. As he filled me, my virus was briefly satiated. I no longer had the utter compulsion for sperm. I had a shining moment of clarity and was able to see myself in perfect understanding. Unfortunately, I was still bent over, practically naked, with another man's semen dripping out of my ass. It was not how I wanted to imagine myself. Afterwards, he paused for a moment, slowly working his load into my ass. "Hope JP likes sloppy seconds, faggot," he said. He pulled his cock out quickly, sending fresh bolts of pain through my body. Before I could even recover, he had put his dick back in his briefs, pulled up his pants and re-adjusted his belt. "Your package is there, cocksucker," he said, pointing to a small box practically covered in shipping labels in English and Chinese. He slapped my ass. It was harder than it needed, and I only barely caught myself from crashing into the shelf. "Clean your self up and take it." With nary another word, Hector left the storage room, leaving me still mostly naked, bent over, with a few drops of his seed dripping out of my ass. I stood up slowly, trying not to move too fast and cause my aching muscles to enter spasms of protest. I pulled on my underwear and pants, and grabbed the package Hector had pointed to. When I stepped out of the storage room, Hector was already back at his desk. I could see a picture of a naked woman on his screen, her legs spread and her fingers sliding into her cunt. He made no acknowledgement of my presence as I walked to the elevators. In the elevator, I shook the box, but there was no sound to reveal anything about the contents. It was both re-assuring and nerve-wracking. It had been a very complex order, and I was terrified that it would get messed up in critical ways. The elevator quickly took me up the fifty-odd floors to the condo, dropping me off in the foyer. I kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Hello?" I called out. Cal was still away, but I hoped that Jean-Paul had beaten me back home. "Welcome home," Jean-Paul called back. It sounded like he was in the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, JP," I said. I found a pair of scissors, and started to carefully cut the packing tape from the box. "What's in the box?" I looked up to see JP standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "Gym, then shower. Didn't see much point in getting fully dressed again." I could jus barely see his penis outlined in the sweats. It reminded me of what I had just done. It also reminded me that Hector's cum had only partially satiated my needs. "No complaints about that here," I said. JP's cock grew slightly in his sweat pants. I opened the box, and pulled out a few sheets of Chinese newspaper, and extracted two bags stuffed full of oblong blue pills. I had ordered about 300 of them; eyeballing the bags, it looked about right. JP walked over to me, pressing his body against mine. He was warm and the contours of his body were infinitely familiar and comfortable. "I thought those were Viagra," he said. "But Truvada?" "Well, kind of," I said. I pulled out another bag; this one was just as full. "These are for our boy tomorrow night." "Seth?" JP asked. "Yeah." I opened one of the bags, and extracted a pill. "Sugar pills," I said. "We'll replace his with the fakes." I had the idea several months earlier, in the quiet, dark hours of the night when the only ones awake were the ones driven by demons too powerful for mortals to defeat. That night, my demons had been crystal meth and three unknown, erect men. "Fuck," JP said. "You're a twisted fucker." He was now pressed up against my back. I could feel his cock grow as he thought through the implications of what I had just said. We would be fucking Seth raw and Seth, of course, would let us inject him full of our poz cum. He thought the pills he was taking would protect him. But he would be wrong. It would be just like a good old-fashioned stealthing, only far more dark, evil and perverted. "I learned from the best," I said. I pulled out one last bag. This one had only about 30 white tablets in them. "And those?" "Just some molly." "And the student becomes the master," JP said. "Well, even so, maybe you can give me a refresher course," I said. His cock was pressed against my back. Even though Hector had just fucked me, the virus was insistent. It needed more. It especially needed a poz man's sperm. "You sure?" JP asked. "We gotta save something for Seth, you know." "One last one?" I asked. I was already undoing my belt, racing to get out of my clothes. "I guess," JP said. He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. I finally got my pants off, and started to unbutton my shirt. "I can probably manage one load for you, my needy man." "You have no idea," I said. I wanted JP's cock. I needed his poz cum. "I think I know you well enough to know how badly you need cock." "Hector," I started. "You already have a load up there?" JP asked. He loved it when I came pre-seeded. I tossed my shirt into a corner, and nodded. "Yeah." "Oh hell yeah," JP said. "You need another load up that hot, greedy hole of yours?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "You need a recharge? Get you primed and ready for our innocent boy tomorrow night?" "I do." JP lifted me onto the kitchen table. The wood was warm against my skin, but as JP buried his face in my ass, I barely even noticed where I was. "Mmmm," he said. His tongue was probing my hole, darting in and out of me. He was trying to find the hidden pockets of cum that were still in my hole. "I can taste his cum." "Are you still?" I asked. "Off meds?" JP replied. After so many years together, we didn't need to complete sentences to know what the other was thinking. "Yeah," he continued. "It's been about a week now." "You must be pretty potent by now." "I hope so. For Seth's sake. Tonight, however, it's all yours." He stood up and spun me around. My head was now hanging off the side of the table, his erection standing up stiffly in front of me. It was beautiful, familiar presence; I had long ago lost track of all the times we had fucked. "Come on," he said, putting his warm hands on the side of my head, and gently holding me in place as he pushed his cock towards me. "Suck my cock. Get me hard," he said, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Fucking beautiful cock," I said. "Beautiful, AIDS-infected cock." "It infected you," JP said. "It did." I replied. I opened my mouth and took the very tip of his cock. I barely brushed my tongue across it, but even so could taste the intense, bitter taste of his pre-cum. He had always tasted bitter, but it was not an unpleasant taste. Like a fine Islay scotch, it had grown on me and I reveled in its complexities and changes as his health and viral load ebbed and flowed. It took only one taste for me to realize how potent he was. Tomorrow he would be even more deadly. The drugs we all took worked extremely well, and when JP stopped them, his virus came back with a vengeance. JP's high viral load would be an added reward for Seth this weekend, albeit one he would not have chosen for himself. "I can taste the virus in your pre-cum," I said. "I know," JP said. "I can tell you love it." He was right. It reminded me of when we were first dating and when HIV was far scarier. JP had been there for me, helping me accept his poz cock and take his infected loads. He had been there for me when I had gotten sick, fucking me repeatedly to make sure I was sure to convert. It was so perfect that he had done it to me. Even now, I would jerk off thinking about those weeks. JP was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and soon he was pressing against the back. I swallowed and let him enter my throat. Although JP was thick, I had gotten used to him. There were only a few seconds of discomfort before I acclimated to his familiar girth. "That's right, boy. Take it all." "Please," I murmured, as best I could with his cock buried in my throat. I wanted him to force his cock into me and to take me once more. He was only a few years older than me, but his hair was already the perfect mixture of salt and pepper. I thought it was hot; it made him even more of the daddy he already was. "Fuck me," I grunted, staring at the black and white hair of his pubes. He held my head in place as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Although I should have expected it, the first time was still a surprise. I forced myself to adjust to it, fighting back the urge to gag. "Come on, take it," JP said. "Take my diseased cock." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed up against the base of his dick, and my nose was nestled against his heavy balls. This was one of the most perfect configurations for two men to be in: one man buried deep in the throat of another man. Just as soon as I had gotten used to it, and right as I began to savor it, JP pulled his cock out. But immediately, he sunk it right back into me. I was surprised by how forceful he was, and once more had to force myself not to gag. JP usually took his time and let me get used to him. But tonight, there was urgency in his actions. "Fuck," JP said. "I'm not sure what's into me tonight. I gotta get off." He pulled his cock out again. It was as hard as it ever was, and was now dripping wet from my spit. "The virus is in your brain," I said. "It needs to spread." "You're right," he said. He let go of my head and stepped back. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" he asked me. I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "You going to breed me? Make me your infected poz man?" "My diseased husband," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. I grabbed it, and followed him into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he grabbed my other arm and tossed me onto the bed. Jon-Paul was six inches taller than me, and at least fifty pounds heavier. All of that extra weight was muscle. When we wrestled, I always lost. "You are going to get fucked good," he said. "Infected with some new strain of virus." "I hope so," I said. I pushed the covers back, leaned up against the pillows, and spread my legs. "All yours, my poisonous stud." JP got on the bed, and knelt between my legs. I handed him a bottle of lube. "You think you need this?" he asked. "Don't you already have another man's cum up there?" I nodded. "Just a bit," I said. "I guess," JP said. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed me back, exposing my hole even more. He squeezed a bit of the lubricant out of the bottle, directly onto my hole. "You've got a drop of cum leaking out," he said. Pre-seeded holes were one of his biggest turn-ons; his eyes were wide and eager to pound my hole. He poured a thin bead of the fluid onto his erection and gave it a few strokes. "I'm a slimepit," I said. "I know." "Not yet," JP said. He had navigated his cock to my hole, and it was now pressing against me insistently. By now, after all the years together we knew each other's bodies completely and instinctively. Even tweaked up, in a dark maze, I could always steer my cock directly into JP's throat. He had the same navigation talents when it came to my body. "One load does not a cumdump make, much less a slime pit." "You need to fix that," I said. Before I could say anything else, he pushed his cock into me. I gasped, from a perfect mixture of surprise, delight, and discomfort. As JP started to find a rhythm of fucking me, the surprise and discomfort disappeared and all that remained was pleasure. JP leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I can feel that load inside you," he said, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth. "How many loads is Seth going to get?" he asked. "As many as we can give him," I said. "As many as it takes to infect him." "But he thinks this is perfectly safe? That PrEP is going to protect him?" "Yeah," I said. I clenched my ass tight around JP's cock, wanting to milk out more of his toxic pre-cum. "And he thinks all of us are on meds." "Other than you, me and Cal, who's coming?" JP licked my ear, sending waves of pleasure over my body, all of them converging on my hole. "Ohhh, baby," he murmured as he felt my hole twitch. "Just us tomorrow night," I replied, trying to ignore the pleasure I was feeling. "Pizza, poppers, and pozzing." "You mean supper, smoke, and stealthing, right?" "Hell yeah," I said. "Then, Saturday, we've got Jesse, Max, Dennis, Nathan and Jason and Sean and Vic." "How much cock is this boy going to take? Max and Sean and Vic are pretty big." "You're at least as big as all of them," I said. I reached down and grabbed his muscular ass. I pulled him closer. It gave me a chance to feel his hairy chest rub against mine, but also get another half inch of cock in me. "And you said Dennis and Jesse as well?" I nodded. "They've been off drugs for how long?" "Resistant for Dennis. Jesse never even took them." "That's right. But it's like bringing a nuclear warhead to a high school wrestling match. He doesn't stand a chance." I nodded again. Dennis had stopped drugs a few months ago, when his virus became resistant to one of the medicines. The last time I had seen him, he had been gaunt and slow, like all his energy was being sucked up by the virus. But the disease had not affected his cock; it was as hard and powerful as ever. Jesse, on the other hand, still looked like the model he once was, albeit with a bit of grey in his goatee. He had never taken drugs at all. He thought they interrupted the universe's master plan, in which his disease was a small part of some grand and perfect design. "But what about you?" I asked. "I tasted your pre-cum tonight. If they are a nuclear weapon, you're a fucking neutron bomb." "You could tell?" JP asked. He slowed down his insistent pounding, and kissed me. "That's fucking hot." I could. It wasn't very accurate, but he tasted metallic, almost poisonous when his viral load was high. "Yeah," I said. "You know I can. And from your precum tonight, you're a deadly stud of a man." "All the better to infect my special studs with. All the best for our special guest this weekend." "Yeah, and speaking of special guests, Tina will also be making an appearance on Saturday. Vic said he would hook us up." "Drugs and sex, and poz men?" JP asked. "Everything after this weekend is going to be a let down for Seth." "Yeah," I said, laughing. "You're probably right." "Another let down?" JP asked. I nodded. "Cal's gonna get home and there's going to be no cum left for him." "It's going to be even worse this weekend. He's gonna be a hungry boy by the end, seeing Seth get all the loads." "And he's gonna be even more jealous of the load Hector gave you." He pressed his dick into me, finding another reservoir of the Latino's jizz. "So fucking hot, you taking that load, and bringing it home for me to fuck into you." "I want to be your slut," I said. "I know. But you have such a nice cock yourself. You shouldn't deny men the pleasure of it." "Nor my load." "Your foul, polluted cum," JP said. He reached down and grabbed my cock. It was rock-hard, and already dripping some pre-cum. He rubbed his finger in the slick fluid, and then put the finger in his mouth. "But still so sweet. The drugs are working?" "Yeah, last test was about a month ago and I was all clean." "Except for your mind," JP said. "The boy has no clue what he's getting himself into." "A nest of vipers," I said. "Deadly vipers." "And this viper is getting ready to bite." "Shoot its venom into me," I said. JP had been playing with both my body and my mind. Between his fucking and his dirty talk, he had pushed me into a dark headspace, where I almost believed that his cock was a thick, fat snake. It was biding its time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Oh fuck yeah," JP grunted as he shoved his snake into my hole. "Gonna breed my man's slut hole." He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead swimming in Hector's load. He exhaled. At the same moment, his cock swelled and spurted. His cum shot out of his dick, into my waiting ass. "Take my AIDS cum," he moaned. "Give it to me," I said. "Re-charge my hole." "Hell yeah," JP said. His hips were thrusting into me again, smearing his fresh cum against my hole while at the same time, working Hector's load into me as well. Each thrust was marked by another throb of his cock as he ejaculated more of his virus-ridden sperm into me. "Can't ever get enough of you." "I'm jealous of every load I don't get," I said. "I know." He leaned in and started to kiss me. "You are still my favorite. And each year, you only get hotter." As JP's orgasm faded, we continued to make out. We each were constantly adjusting our position, making sure that JP's cock stayed in me. But, eventually, JP began to get soft and my legs got sore. "Dinner?" he whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. We slowly disentangled, finding excuses to slap each other's balls, nibble on a nipple, or just make out that left us in bed another fifteen minutes. Finally we stood up and we each pulled on a pair of sweats. I took a piss, and JP headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening was uneventful. JP made dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched some TV, and then we went to bed. Around midnight, we were momentarily awoken by Cal coming back and crawling in between us. I wrapped my arms around the lanky young man and nestled my erect penis between his muscular ass cheeks. I quickly fell back to sleep, dreaming of an angry virus, desperate to spread itself to every unsuspecting, horny man.

it's all about delivering my load as deep as i can - blasting way inside my buddy's guts - both of us feeling the shiver of my spasms and his masterful tightening around my cock - it definitely requires physically pulling him down on my dick and holding him there... in whatever position we may be in - making him submit to the primal demands my body - both of us surrendering to the moment of my orgasm - my delivering a load - his taking it... willingly and appreciatively - then of course - he cleans up my cock with his mouth - gently sucking down any residual - then i get to taste the flavour of the combination of his ass and my cum off of his lips