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My name is Justin. I am 5’10 155 have a six pack and bubble butt and a nice 8” dick, I am straight and have a girlfriend, but I have always been fascinated with giving oral and have watch lots of videos of gay guys giving oral to a straight guy. My girl got me started since she brought a bi film that started two college guy and one chick. I started watching my straight guys getting head from gay guys online and it would make me blow a huge load. One of the scenes was shot in a bathroom though a glory hole. I had never though much when I used a public rest room but after watching the video, I would check out the room and see if they had glory holes in the walls but the bathrooms I visited did not. That was until I cut through the park and checked out that bathroom, Bingo there was a glory hole between the stalls. I got in the stall and sat on the toilet waited and about three minutes later I heard footsteps and then the stall next me the door opened. My heart was racing as I heard the door lock and then the guy sat down and tapped his foot. I did not know what I was supposed to do at this point, so I tapped mine and he moved his foot closer and tapped again and I did the same. Then the guy stood up and slide his big dick through the glory hole, it had to be 9 inches and uncut. I had not come to suck dick, but this big dick was beautiful, so I grabbed it and jacked it a little and watched the foreskin got over his big fat head and the cum starting on his piss slit. The guy gruffly said suck my dick fag. I was no fag, but I followed his instruction and put my mouth on tongue on his beautiful dick and sucked as much as I could but after a few minutes he pulled out and then slipped a brown bottom through and told me to inhale. I uncapped it and took several inhales and then capped it and slide it back trough and his dick slide back through. Now I suddenly was a great or a better cock sucked and took his dick down my throat and gagged on it and sucked and jacked him and after ten minutes he hit the wall and I did not know what that meant but I soon found out it meant he was going to cum and he shot rope after rope in my throat and then slowly pulled out and when his head was almost all the way through he told me to clean up his foreskin and I slide my tongue inside and cleaned his dick head clean of the cum and he pulled out and zipped up and said fag, be here tomorrow at the same time. I sat there wondering how that fucking happened, I had come to get my dick sucked by a fag but here I was impersonating one myself. My dick was still rock hard, and I really needed to get off and I started to jack off and I heard the door to the stall. The same tap of the foot but this time the guy put his fingers to the hole, and I instinctively knew that he wanted me to slip my 8” though the glory hole. I did and he swallowed me and sucked my rock-hard dick and five minutes later I shot my load in his mouth and he swallowed it and sucked my dick trying to get more. I pulled out and zipped up and left without saying a word. It was hot and I knew I wanted to do it again. I had no intention on going back there tomorrow when I headed home to my girl, and I had convinced myself that I would never suck a dude off again but, in my dreams, I was giving two big, dicked guy’s head and I woke up in the morning with dick on my mind. I tried to fight it, but I wound up back at the park ten minutes before the time I was yesterday sitting in the stall waiting for that hot guy to come in. I hard footsteps and then the door latch and the guy pulled down his shorts and dangled his dick at the hole. It was not the same guy and I really wanted him to leave but felt like I had to suck his dick and blow him so the stall would be free for the hot guy. I tapped the hole like the other guy’s dick, and he slide his now hard dick through the hole. It was not huge 7 inches, but fat and I licked and sucked on his dick for five minutes and then the guy shot his load in my mouth, and he quickly pulled out of the hole and pulled up his shorts and left. The door opened and another guy came in. This seemed like my guy, he said fag it looks like you have already swallowed at least one load today. You better suck my dick better then last time you dirty little fag. I cleared my throat and said I will do better, and I am ready. He unzipped and his dick half hard was slipped through the hole, and I began to suck him, and I could tell he liked it, he was moaning. He pulled out just like last time and slipped the poppers through and I hit them and handed them back and he slide his big dick back through and I sucked and licked and made love to his dick until he shot his load in my throat again. He made me clean him again and then he said, good fag. I sent the first guy in here that you sucked and there are two more guys needing head. You will service them and be a good cock sucking fag and be here on Thursday at the same time. Do you understand Fag? I said, yes, I understand. He then zipped up and a 20 second later the door opened and in walked a guy and he unzipped and unbuckled and slide his dick through. The guy had a fat 7 or 7 ½ in dick that he slides through. I sucked his dick and he shot quick. It only took four minutes for him to shoot a huge load on my tongue. The guy had said nothing up to this point, but he pulled his dick out and said swallow my fucking load. I did and he left and 30 seconds later another guy came in and as I peeked through the hole, he was tall and skinny and once he hung his skateboard on the stall wall, I knew he was a young guy. He fished out his big dick and slide it through the hole and the kid had a to have 10” as I sucked him hard it was a hot cut dick average thickness. I sucked him for awhile and then he told me it was his turn. I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole and he just jacked it and then told me to turn around. I was confused and then he said fucking turn around and show me your ass. I pulled out and turned around and showed him my ass and he reached through and said spread your checks and I did, and he spit on his finger and rubbed my hole with his index finger and then pulled me to the hole grabbing my right check. Once there he started licking my ass hole and I could not believe how amazing his tongue felt and then after a few minutes he slide his finger inside me, and bolts of excitement went through my body as he fingered me and then he slides in another. My dick was rock hard and moments later he slides his dick slowly into me as he said don’t fucking move. I knew I should not be letting him do this to me, but I was paralyzed in the pleasure and pain. He fucked me for ten minutes and then I heard hem moan and grunt and knew he was Cumming inside me. He left his dick in me and slowly pulled out and told me to turn around and clean him up. I sucked on his dick and cleaned the cum and ass off his dick and he told me what a good fag I was, and he would breed me soon. What the fuck I though, this should never happen again as I sat waiting for a cock sucker to swallow my load and it was not long before a young dude wondered in, and I was soon shoot my load down his throat. I shook my head as I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had become. I had swallowed three loads, sucked four dick and taken a load in my ass. I am not this guy. I knew I had to days to get right, and I promised myself I would.

A while back, like prolly 6 years or so ago and before i started partying myself 4 yrs ago. I went to my neighbors apt just a few streets north of me to have a group fuck . ( again this wAs all before i started partying and they were ) a while afer i had been there a few new ppl showed up and one was going to be the btm of the group. It was dawson. And as btm vers at the time i was more than willing just to fool around naked with the guys . as the group gets going, sucking , fucking , kissing.etc. I get a tap on my shoulder and Dawson ( mid fuck of course) tells me in my ear, “hey sorry to interrupt the fuck briefly but can i tell you , you have a fantastic ass! I know this is a weird question but could i fuck it sometime? “ yes, i was stunned and stammering and was like yeah sure, id love to have that . We traded numbers and i had to get going . a week or two later after chattinf back and forth briefly in mssgs we set up a time after i got home from work during the week . He came over offered some T which i didnt do at the time (but fuck how i wish i was) we ended up but raw flip fucking and breeding each other .

Over the next few days I fell into a bit of a rhythm, getting tatted each morning, resting in the afternoon, and then taking toxic loads wherever and whenever Gus and Steve decided in the evenings. Sometimes locations and positions had to be changed to allow for minimal issues with my fresh ink, but what remained consistent is that while I was getting pounded I would only be wearing the jockstrap, the big new chain, and maybe some form of footwear. After a few days I was taken back to the piercing place to get the studs replaced with big chunky hoops, after which I was moved on to a salon to get my hair cut and shaved into a new style that just screamed "slut" when I finally saw the reflection. Eventually all the main ink work was done, and just in time too as I started to feel a bit rough. Guessing what was coming, Gus and Steve packed up what things I had at their place and drove me back to Aiden and Peter's apartment. I was welcomed back with big smiles and a lot of appreciation for my new look, before being ushered into bed. What followed I later learned was the 'fuck flu', and I felt about as bad as I had ever done. I was never entirely with it, but was occasionally aware of one or more of the guys being beside me and looking after me. I'm not even sure how many days it went on for, but finally the symptoms passed and I was able to get up and leave the bedroom. Aiden then took me to a clinic to get tested to confirm that I had now converted, before driving me back to Irwin's tattoo parlour to get the final part of the work done. That evening as I sat back at Peter and Aidan's place, trying not to fidget with the big biohazard sign adorning my right pec, they finally told me that I had been sick for so long that I had actually missed my flight home. They reassured me that they had sorted things for the time being with Home Affairs and that I hadn't gone AWOL somewhere in the country, but advised me to call my family and explain. It was then that I found myself wondering whether I really wanted to go back. Some of this was the fear of what might happen when everyone saw me, but by then I was also feeling like maybe I belonged in Sydney. I suspected Jurgen had been the one to buy me the big chain, and I sort of had an itching inside to explore that a bit more as I did really like the guy. I loved being somewhere so sunny, where I could wear a minimal amount and show off both my body and my new ink. I had grown really fond of Aiden and Peter, and actually felt a lot of warmth towards Gus and Steve. These guys all really knew me, accepted me for who I was, and had helped me to get there myself. Back home no-one did, and I suspected not one of my friends would understand or be able to get on board with it. I'd have to start over, in the grey drabness of Brexit Britain. After an evening of quietly contemplating all this, the next morning I spoke to Aiden about it. Being a lawyer, I thought he might know a bit more about whether it was even a possibility for me to stay if that's what I decided I wanted to do. It turns out they had been talking about whether to ask me if I would consider staying, and had even done the legwork on finding out how it might work. To cut a long story short, one filled with many conversations with my baffled family and a lot of red tape, I enrolled at the University of New South Wales after arranging a transfer of the place I had been offered at the University of Nottingham back in the UK. I stayed on in Australia under a student visa that allowed me to work, and got a job as a barista in a trendy coffee shop that seemed to appreciate having staff who were inked and pierced. I moved in with Jurgen, initially just taking a small box room he had for a notional rent, but in reality sleeping with him in his room each night as our relationship blossomed into something loving. He had indeed been the secret admirer who had bought me the chain, and over time he added to my collection with big chunky bracelets that I wore on each wrist. I tried to resist his spending on me, but in truth he earned an absolute fortune as a property developer while having few desires of his own other than what I could offer him in companionship. It was a bit of a sugar daddy relationship, but I eventually realised I loved him and certainly never took any of it for granted. I did make some friends at the university, particularly through an LGBTQ group, while also continuing to spend a lot of time with Peter and Aiden, Gus and Steve, and variously with all of their friends. Jurgen and I were not exclusive, and indeed he seemed to greatly enjoy watching other men fuck me, so there were regular parties that I would spend most of on my back or my hands and knees. I mostly stayed on meds, but occasionally would take a break from them when Gus and Steve had found another guy who wanted to be taken on a journey. Those were the only men for whom I would perform as a top, otherwise remaining a true cumdump bottom. After graduating I was able to arrange the necessary permits to stay in Australia and work, allowing me to really get into the world of coffee that I had found a bit of a passion for while working as a barista. I joined the team at a new start-up that eventually grew into a very successful roastery, and led on the opening of its first shop in Surry Hills a couple of years later. It didn't hurt that some of the delivery drivers I had hired happened to be guys I had recognised from various cruising spots I had been whored out in, giving me a regular supply of both coffee cups and toxic cum. About two years after I had graduated, I got an email from Jason, one of my old school friends back in London. I had largely lost contact with them all, other than through the sort of relationship you maintain on Facebook with people you don't really know anymore, so it was a bit of surprise when he reached out to me. He had joined his dad's business straight out of uni, was being sent to Sydney for six months to work on a project, and wanted to reconnect with me (I assumed so that he would have at least one person he knew in the city, not that he was modest enough to say so). I didn't reply immediately, as I hadn't actually got around to coming out to any of them, and assumed that my parents (who had visited during my third year at uni) wouldn't have said anything to them after they left the city in such a state of shame and disgust at who I had become. However, I eventually got back to him, let him know I would be happy to see him, that I was gay and in a relationship, and wasn't quite the person he once knew. He then took a few days to reply, but eventually did and still seemed to want to meet up. And so it was, a couple of weeks later he called me after he had arrived and got over the jet lag, keen to go out for a beer. I had pretty strong butterflies as I headed to the bar we had agreed to meet at, but felt a surge of self-confidence when I saw him do a clear double-take at his first sight of me as I walked towards his table. "Fucking hell James" he exclaimed as I got to the table. "What the fuck happened to you?" I smiled and winked as I sat down. "Told you I'd changed a bit" I said, clanking my big bracelets down on the table. "Fuck me" he replied, scanning my tatted arms, as well as the upper part of the biohazard that was visible thanks to my choice of a tight black low-cut tank top. "Your parents said you looked a bit different, but I had no fucking idea it was like this." I shrugged and picked up the bar menu that was on the table. "What else did they tell you?" I asked, not making eye contact. "Nothing" he replied, "they didn't seem to want to talk very much." "Figures" I muttered, recalling their faces when they too had first seen me. "And you're gay now" Jason said. "Yep" I replied, making and maintaining eye contact with him. "How did that happen?" he asked, before checking himself. "I mean, were you always or was it just..." "Just when I got spit-roasted on a beach?" I finished, causing him to flinch a little and look down, leading to a short uncomfortable silence. "You what?" he eventually asked, looking back up at me. "As I said" I replied, shrugging but not breaking eye contact. "The family gifted me a few nights at some posh resort up north, met a couple of guys there, ended up in bed with them, and the rest is history. Wasn't gay before, just maybe a bit curious, and now I'm all about the cock." I hadn't necessarily planned to be as direct and crass as I was being, maybe it was some sort of defence mechanism, but to be fair to Jason he was rolling with the punches. "You are, huh?" he said, smiling. "Never would have thought of you like that, but each to their own." We sat looking at each other for a few moments, before somehow moving past my revelations and lapsing into our old conversational style. Fortunately this was without some of the attempts to impress with macho bullshit that I had known Jason for in days gone by, and although he still came across as a bit cocky, it was familiar and comfortable and I ended up having quite a good evening with him. We talked about our families, lives now, our time at uni, what everyone else we mutually knew was up to, and so on. "So" he said, as we started to wind down towards the end of the night, "would it be OK if I met this sugar daddy boyfriend of yours." I must have been visibly a little startled that he was wanting to see more of this other life I now had. "I mean, I don't know anyone else here" he continued, "and I'd like to hang out with you again so I should probably get to know your other half." "Er, yeah, sure" I replied. "I mean, you could come over for dinner, or drinks, or something. There's fucking awesome views from our terrace." "That would be nice" he said. "Got to meet this guy who turned the school stud into someone who is "all about the cock."" He winked as he said that. "Well actually it wasn't..." I started, before stopping. "Never mind. OK, sure, I'll text you once I've spoken to him." We wrapped up shortly after, and I got up to head out. However, as I was walking away I briefly turned back to see Jason's gaze firmly fixed on me, with a wistful sort of expression on his face. I realised then that things could be about to take an interesting turn...

Last night I met this gay couple at a bar. We got talking and after a while they asked if I was into a threesome.Sure and we went back to there place they we’re both mid forties well built. We went into the bed room and off came the clothes I started to suck the one till I felt the other one feeling my ass. all at once he went in me bare. While I was sucking the one guy I could feel the guy in my ass get tense Then he exploded in my ass while the other one came in my mouth over the night I took several loads in my Ass from both Swallowed two loads and gave several stayed the night and left early am

Is This a Date? Friday I stopped at the store after work to get a few last things for dinner that night. There was no sign of the blond cashier from last time and I hoped it was his day off. When I got home, I changed out of my work clothes into a jock, running shorts and a pair of flipflops. I got part way through getting dinner ready when the phone rang from the doorman. I had him send Gabriel up and soon there was a knock at the door. "Oh, I didn't realize it was beachwear night" he said, before laughing. "Get your ass in here and get naked" I replied, taking the gym bag he was carrying and putting it in the bedroom. I went back to cooking and suddenly had a naked body standing behind me. "Ahh, that's better. I like something hot to look at while I cook" I said. I bent over to put put the pan in the oven and I felt two hands on my hips and Gabriel grinding on my ass. "Watch it..." I said, adding a few moments later "That's not really a bottom move." "No, but you looked so hot bent over like that. I couldn't resist. Besides, I haven't always been a total bottom" he replied, with a slight grin. It didn't really register until several minutes later since I was more concerned about getting dinner cooked perfectly. While I was waiting for the last few things to finish, I turned around and leaned back against the counter. I pulled him in for a deep kiss and when it ended, I said "So, tell me more. What made you decide to only bottom? Is it just because you're poz now?" The smile on his face disappeared and I regretted asking. "It's ok. Don't worry. It hits everyone differently. Uh... did you used to top a lot?" I said. He looked back at me and nodded. It took several seconds for him to regain his composure. "I've always preferred to bottom, but you know how it is. There's never enough tops. If I liked a guy enough or found him sexy I would either flip or top him. But once I got infected... I just couldn't even think about fucking another guy" he said. We had a good dinner and finished off a couple bottles of wine before moving to the couch. I lit a joint and after my first hit, I passed it to him. He inhaled like a pro and grinned back at me after exhaling the smoke in my face, which I breathed in. "Damn, I haven't smoked since I moved back. I've really missed that feeling" he said. We finished off the joint and then headed to the bedroom. We were both pretty wasted and in no shape to fuck. We were naked in bed, spooning, and my dick just laid there barely hard. It didn't matter, we were sound asleep in a few minutes anyway. When we woke in the morning, I saw him staring at me. I could see him thinking and after a few minutes he asked "What do you think would make your perfect partner?" I choked, really not wanting this type of conversation until I'd at least had some coffee, after a few drinks or never. "I dunno... someone who doesn't mind me fucking around on the side and does the same. A guy I can trust... Someone that won't get jealous of the other guys I fuck. A guy that trusts me. Someone that can be spontaneous and do something crazy at the drop of a hat. Someone that pushes me to try things, but doesn't want to mold me into someone else" I said. I knew it wasn't an exhaustive list but to be honest I really had avoided thinking about it. "Yeah, you didn't really strike me as the monogamous type. What kind of spontaneous things?" he asked. "Hmmm. Just flying off and spending the weekend someplace I've never been. Having sex in an exotic location. Leaving a pile of laundry and going over to the bathhouse and having fun with random people" I said. "I knew you had a high sex drive but it's really part of everything you think about, isn't it?" he said. It wasn't a question I answered right away, so he then asked "In this hypothetical run to the bathhouse, are you with your partner or not?" "We go there together... but then I could see it go several ways. Having fun together, having fun together with other people or each finding other people there. I'm an exhibitionist and like people watching me, whether it's sex, bondage or just fooling around. I love to help a guy explore his sexuality and have him help me" I replied. "Interesting... Do you think this mythical man exists somewhere in the world?" he asked with a grin on his face. "I don't really think so. I tried to find him when I was younger and guys said they were ok with me fucking around, but it always became an issue. I hated getting close to someone and then having it fall apart. I'm not an easy guy to get along with for more than a few hours" I said. "I guess" Gabriel said. We laid there for a while and he broke the silence with "My tattoo appointment is at two this afternoon. Want to skip doing your laundry today and spend a few hours before my appointment over at Steam?" A smile grew over my face and I rolled over to face him saying "Are you trying to prove to me that you're the guy I gave up looking for?" "I think you're just afraid to find that guy" he said before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. We got cleaned up and made it over to the bathhouse just before eleven. I was a little nervous about running into RJ but we got a room and wandered around. "If you find someone you want to take to the room, just go. I prefer the public play areas" I told him, but he stayed near me most of the time. We ended up in the dark room and I fucked him as soon as we found a spot. He seemed to tense up when a guy started feeding him his cock but when I rubbed his back he began to get into it. I felt a guy next to me and slowly fucked Gabriel for another minute before letting the new guy take over. I moved over to a chubby college guy that had just walked in. He kneeled on the bench and slid into his well fucked hole. The guy that fucked Gabriel lasted a few minutes before I heard him moan and stop fucking. Another guy took his place and lasted just a little longer when he did the same thing. When that guy left, I pulled out of the college guy and went back to Gabriel and felt his ass. He had taken at least one load and probably two and Gabriel began squeezing my fingers inside his hole. When the guy that was face fucking him groaned I knew he'd gotten his third load of the day. I tapped him on the shoulder and he stood up and we moved on. Finding nothing happening on the third floor, we went back to the second level and took another lap. We went into one of the glory hole booths and someone was in the cubicle next door. I whispered in his ear "feed him" and pushed him to the hole. I heard a faint "Oh fuck yeah" come from the other side of the wall, so the guy must have liked what he saw come through the hole. While Gabriel wasn't fully hard in the beginning, I assumed he didn't stay that way long from his moaning. I moved behind him and slipped into his cum-filled hole. I fucked him gently while kissing the back and sides of his neck, listening to him moan. The guy on the other side must have been good since I could hear Gabriel moan and feel him squirm as the guy got him close and then backed off. I began to thrust a little harder and Gabriel went back to squirming. Suddenly he froze and I heard him say "No... NO! NOOOO!!!" and he started panting. Seconds later, I felt his hole start to spasm and I assumed he shot his load into the guy's mouth. When his orgasm faded I pulled out and he fell back against me before turning around and holding me tightly. "Shit! Fuck! Damn it! The fucker backed his ass up on my dick and I couldn't stop from cumming in him!" Gabriel sobbed as he held me tight. "Remember what I told you. Guys that do that stuff here are either poz already, looking to be poz or on prep. It's not your job to keep them safe" I said, stroking his back. He calmed down and we left the glory hole, noticing the room next door was now empty. We walked some more and watched a few guys fuck in their rooms and in one of the larger rooms. A pair of older leather daddies were playing in the sling and it was amazing to see the connection they had. While they mainly were giving each other pleasure, they also were putting on a show for those of us that were watching. "They barely talk yet they know what the other is thinking" Gabriel whispered to me. I nodded and noticed the top looking over at me with a grin. I looked back and mouthed silently "fucking hot" before nudging Gabriel toward the door. We walked a bit more and passed the chalkboard at the top of the stairs on the second floor. "poz wanted 213" it said scrawled across the bottom. I didn't want to pass up that chance and we wandered around looking for the room. The guy was face down, ass up with some guy drilling him when we got there. As the top's pace increased, so did his grunts and twenty seconds later he was dumping a load in the bottom. The guy in the doorway stopped stroking and took the tops place. He pushed in easily, paused a second and then just hammered him for a minute before adding his seed to the mix. When he left, I started toward the bottom and Gabriel looked at me. "You gonna?" he asked, shocked that I had no problem fucking and breeding this stranger. I stepped close and looked down and someone had drawn a biohazard tramp stamp in marker on him. I pushed in and felt the loads he'd gotten before me. When I got half way in, I stopped and asked "Chasin?" and the bottom responded "mmhmm." I fucked him hard and with the warmup of fucking Gabriel in the gloryhole, I was adding my bug to his ass in a few minutes. I pulled back out slowly, trying to leave as much cum inside the bottom as possible. I gave Gabriel a gentle push and said "You heard him, he wants it." His cock said yes since it was hard again but the look in his face said no. "You want something potent, chaser?" I snarled. "Oh god yeah... poz me, sir" the bottom cried out. I watched Gabriel close his eyes, grab the bottom's hips and push his hard shaft in. He pumped his cock in and out, building up steam. When the bottom begged "Give it to me... please!" Gabriel gave one more shove and shot his load into the sloppy hole. I could see the conflict in his eyes so I led him back to our room and we sat down on the bed. "You ok?" I asked. He slowly turned to me and said "I don't know. I can't believe I just pozzed two guys" he said, staring blankly at me. "Both of them wanted it. In different ways, but both willingly took it. Don't ask why. They made their decision and you helped them on their journey. Besides, one load rarely does it" I said calmly. Gabriel nodded and we got up and went to the locker room. Once we were showered and dressed, we headed over to the tattoo shop. We were a few minutes early and went in. Gabriel met the artist and he looked over the renderings. I sat in a chair by the door wondering if I had done the right thing or had just ruined our friendship. "Craig, come here. Look at this. What do you think?" Gabriel called out. I walked over and looked over the drawing. The confusion was apparent immediately. Gabriel looked at me and then said "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I changed the tattoo. It's going on my chest now!" I laughed and said "That looks really good. It's going to be a lot more visible now." He pulled his tee off and took a seat before he removed his nipple piercing. "We've been doing these a lot lately. Scorpions too, but mostly biohazards. I think everyone is making up for lost time after last year and screwing anything that moves, regardless of the consequences" the artist said as he finished setting up. "Blake usually does the poz guys but he's off at a show this weekend. I swear he's just looking for hookups at those things" he said as he shaved around Gabriel's pec. "Last one I did was a pair of blond frat guys who wanted matching small scorpions on their wrist. No other ink on 'em and didn't even have a pierced ear. Probably horny guys that got more than they bargained for" he said as he started in. I had to chuckle and wondered if they were the guys I fucked in the grocery store bathroom. Due to the simple design, Gabriel's tattoo was done in no time. I was impressed with the artist's steady hand and smooth arcs on the tattoo. The biohazard symbol in black ink was centered around his left nipple and had just the right proportions for his body, almost three inches in diameter. Big enough to see within ten feet yet, not too big to look silly. He didn't put the date on it in the end as the artist thought that it would clutter up the design too much. The smile on Gabriel's face when he saw it was priceless. I had never seen him that happy. "OK, Sara is waiting for the next step in back. Follow the care instructions so it heals well. Let me know when you want the next one" the artist said with a wink. I followed him to the back of the shop and was surprised to see that this was the piercing section. "Let's get this one back in first and then work on that other one" the piercer said, slipping the little barbell back into his left nip. As she got ready to pierce Gabriel's other nipple, he asked "Craig, how come you don't have any piercings?" "I had my left ear done a long time ago, but took it out when I was looking for a job after college and never wore it after that. It's closed up now" I said. "You should put it back in. I think it would look good on you. Maybe get a matching one on the other side too" he said. The piercer looked at me and smiled. "Those are so easy, I can do it when I finish his" she said, giving me a wink. I watched Gabriel get his nipple pierced and almost fainted. A few minutes later, I had two more holes in my head. "They are just simple studs. Once they heal you can find something nicer or stretch them. I think a small gauge would look good on you. Maybe a nose ring too" she said to me. Looking at Gabriel she said "Obviously you know how to care for your new piercing since the other one turned out great. You can show him too in case he doesn't remember. Let me know if you want anything else done." Gabriel turned to her and said "Do you do genital piercings? I was thinking of a PA."

Well it happened yesterday, I was home alone and posted an ad to suck some cock. I just really love to suck and eat cum. I also like to bottom, but always with a condom. Always. Well this guy replied, got to chatting , he was 52 yr old 6'4" 280 lbs. Showed me a picture of his cock. Nice package to go along with his big frame. He asked about fucking me, I really was looking to suck, but he peaked my interest. So anyway he said he would be over in about an hour. Gave me a chance to shower and clean, just in case. Well he showed up, went to my room and he stripped . His cock looked real good . I had my lube and condom on my nightstand, in case. I was on my knees sucking his big cock, his balls were huge too. I was getting hard, he jumped up on bed ,spread his legs and I got back to work. He stopped me ,told me to come up on his side. We kissed, and he put his hand on my cock . I was feeling real good. While I was laying there he sat between my legs and his cock was on my ass. He kept stroking me, while the tip of his cock was leaking precum all over my hole, I felt real good, I was really wet and he stuck a finger in me, I wanted his cock. I told him I have the lube and Condom on stand. He said don't worry..I was nervous, but he knew what he was doing, he was rubbing his leaking cock on my hole and slipped the head in.his cock was big, but not a big head, it slipped right in. I can't believe how wet I felt, I told him again, please use the condom, he then said don't worry. He was stroking my cock put by legs on his shoulders and slammed his cock all the way inside me. I couldn't stop I felt so good. After a while he stopped and I felt so wet inside I thought he shot his load, I asked he said no, he was just getting started. He told me to stand and put my head on the bed and he fucked me from behind, he them layer on bed on told me to sit on his cock, then he had me lay on the bed with my legs on his shoulders and told me he was going to cum. I asked him to shoot his load on my cock.I didn't want him to cum in me. He shot his very big thick load on my cock as I finished myself and shot a big load. I almost wished he shot inside me. I know precum could carry the virus..I now am thinking of the worst. What do you all think. He told me he was safe, but he had the moves and done this plenty of times.

I never thought that my hiv testing routine was too out of the ordinary or even a turn on it is just how I do it... So both ABS's that I go to are not in my local town, one 20 minutes south, one 20 minutes north. It has been 4 months since I last tested and I have taken quite a few anon loads over the past month to 6 weeks, so I thought I had better test. Have been feeling fine, no symptoms but always want to know where I stand. If you all have my posts you know I am married to a woman, we are sexually active but I just can't get enough cock in my ass or their anonymous loads. So as I always do when I want to test, I headed north because there is a CVS, 1 mile from the ABS. Went into the CVS and purchased an Oraquick, with cash to never leave a trace or paper trail. got back in the car and drove to the ABS an pulled into the parking lot. Opened the oraquick, and performed the test, put it in the console of my truck and set my timer. I grabbed my cash out of the cup holder...bottle of amsterdam poppers and went into the bookstore. Was kinda slow, but found a guy who wanted sucked....I sucked and swallowed his nut (nice thick load) ...I heard another guy go in the booth across the hall so I moved over next to him leaving my door slightly ajar. unzipped and put my pants around my ankles, poppers in hand got on my knees and sucked a sweet uncut cock hard (I love hooded cock),,,,go him sloppy wet and stood up and turned around. I lined his cock up and pushed myself back onto his thick cock. Hit my poppers and took it to the base...soon, I was matching his rhythm. Taking it hard, with his belt buckle hitting the booth wall. In the middle of a hard fuck session, my timer goes off. It was so loud it startled him and he pulled out. I shut my alarm off, and reached thru the hole for his cock. Hit my poppers again and he slid in, all the way to the base with one pump. 5-6 pumps and I heard that sweet sound of "cum grunt" and felt his cock twitch inside me. He filled me up. I quickly pulled up and zipped and opened my booth to leave he was coming out in the hallway and said "wife calling?" referring to my alarm. I said "No, timer for my Oraquick test"...he said "that is fuckin hot". I left and checked the results in my truck, he walked out and coincidentally he was parked next to me. I rolled down my window and said "Negative"....his reply "For Now" He got in his truck and drove away! I LOVE ANON FUCKING AND CUM!!!! And yes, I am negative for now!

Thanks canail for being so prudent. I think I started with the password protection, because I did not know, how the website provider would cope with pozzing stories, including stealth or rape. My stories have always this wicked approach and we see it already on BZ, that not everything is possible anymore - even if it is embedded a fictional story. I remember people messaging me on BZ, saying they loved my stories on one day and then accusing me of putting the wrong ideas into the heads of the guys reading my story lines on another day. Accusing me of encouraging this bad behavior. "I don't want to put any ideas into your head boy.... I would rather put something else into you" But those guys were so afraid.... Pathetic little cock craving sluts. Where were we.... ah yes.... my page.... well, I started a third chapter on 'Just another wasted youth', but never published it, not even on my own site. I said it before and say it again... it was such a great time, writing about the things I enjoy in real life and put it together in stories, that might have happened that way or were changed, because of my twisted mind - but I am not writing at the moment. Well I do sometimes, but only for my own entertainment. The voting and comment section rocked on BZ and it was a kick, to see other guys enjoy the stuff I created. Without the feedback it is only half the fun (actually less) but that's okay. I like the idea, that new readers come to my stories and think... 'wow... nice... oh... too bad it was not finished', instead of: 'damn... that's crap!' Who knows, maybe I will continue writing one day, but the last year was really a bad one.... we all suffered from the situation all over the world. But I lost my little brother also, who died with only 44. I guess, this changed everything for me.... But of course people can contact me via msg for the link to my page and the pw.... no problem. S.

I’ve been getting a lot of loads lately from this Spanish guy Jose who said he only wanted oral . I’ve Probably blown him eight or nine times in the last few weeks that I’ve known him , Usually he just sits back unloads down my throat I leave… Yesterday I went over and his friend Emilio was there. Up to this point he’s been very private but he told me that Emilio is a good friend of hers and he needs the same thing that Jose needs if it’s ok. Of course I dropped to my knees in front of them expecting to swallow two loads. Jose sat back in a chair to watch me service his friend. His friend was a more of a bear and Jose is more like an otter. Emilio used my mouth for a bit and then stepped out for a phone call, Jose told me to come over and start sucking him. When Emilio came back in He started fingering in my ass. I heard a spitting sound and immediately felt it running down my ass as he spread my hole. He must have put a condom on and then entered me.. I was too busy sucking Jose’s dick to tell him I was ok with BB, when I reached back to feel I started peeling back the condom a little at a time in between strokes. I can tell after a while the condom is in my asshole but not on his cock anymore. He’s pumping me hard at this point and telling me how wet I am and it’s never felt this good. By this time Jose cums in my mouth and Emilio cums deep in my ass screaming in Spanish as his cum gushes in my gut.. when emelio climbs off he says ‘oh shit the condoms in your ass.. I came in you raw . I just winked at him and said ‘I know’ Emilio has already called me separately from Jose it says he wants to meet me privately for regular breedings.

I'm not one of those guys that just LOVES getting fucked, the only reason I take dick up my ass is to get the load blasted inside me. Orally, if I'm doing all that work you sure better feed me a load.

Chara, I went out day after your birthday, up to Anchorage to celebrate in your honor. I went to my favorite bar there and had drinks and chatted with all the friendly people there. Lovely ladies and good guys. I was having fun, getting drunk and flirting lightly with the bartender. I chatted with the guy next to me, older, good looking guy. We chatted and commented on the bartenders ass, just asses in general, as he bought me shots. He was good looking, not fat, just greying, a little older than me. He caught me looking some times, but never said anything. I finally drank enough and had to piss, so I got up and went to the bathroom. About halfway through, my "friend" from the bar came in and bellied up next to me. I couldn't help but look down, and saw his cock. It was long and thick and soft in his hand. I quickly looked away and finished, going to wash my hands. He finished too and came up behind me, and next thing I knew, I felt his hand on my ass. I gasped a little, but didn't move away as he told me that my ass was pretty fine also. I was being felt up in a public bathroom, I was being cruised by a man...and I loved it! I felt him slide his hand in my pants and feel my ass, and I just let him, watching in the mirror. He rubbed over my ass crack and then I felt him probe at my hole, slipping a finger into my now horny asshole. I let him finger my ass for a minute before we both went back to the bar. I had never been picked up by a guy before, I had always chatted online if I was horny. And now I was sitting next to a man who had just fingered my asshole. We just kept chatting and had a few more drinks, but I couldn't keep from thinking of him. Of his cock. When he asked if I wanted to get a drink at his place, I just dropped. I told him that yes I would, and we got a taxi to his place. We just chatted nicely on the way there, but the sexual tension was rising. When we got to his place, he got drinks in the kitchen while I waited on the couch. When he brought my drink, he just stood in front of me drinking and staring at me. When he finished he said that he knew I was a faggot, he knew from the moment he sat next to me, said he could smell it on me. I didn't know what to say, nobody had ever called me faggot before, and Chara, I liked it. A lot. He told me he would only call me faggot anymore, because that was what I was. Chara, He had me so incredibly horny, he was so dominant. When he told me to take off my clothes for him, it just felt right, I just obeyed him. When he told me to show him my faggot body, I did, showing off my smooth shaven body, my shaved cock, my smooth hairless ass. When he told me to bend over and show him my faggot hole, I could only obey him, I was in a different world. I was in a faggot world, he had called me that enough. I bent over and showed him the faggot hole he would soon be fucking. I felt him hands on my ass, probing my hole with his fingers. I heard him say "such a tight faggot hole, but not for long" and it thrilled my head. I felt something I had never felt with women, a sense of purpose. He finger fucked my spread ass as I moaned, letting the change wash over me. When I felt him slide then out, I just looked back in anticipation, wanting what was next, whatever it was. He gave me the fingers that were in my ass to my mouth, telling me to clean them and I obeyed, licking my ass off each long fat finger. It was bliss as he told me to get used to the taste of my ass as he fishhooked it open, holding both sides as he pressed his semi hard cock, still in his pants, against my ass. I knew I was going to be buttfucked, and I wanted it all. When he asked if I was ready to be of service to his cock, like a good faggot, I just groaned and nodded all I could, I was ready to be made a faggot. He let go and backed off, telling me to turn around and kneel in front of him. I did as ordered, and knelt before him as he took off his shirt, showing his nice body. He was a hot daddy guy, and I felt honest attraction. In my mind, in my eyes, I felt sexual attraction to a man, not just his cock. When he told ne to take off his pants for him, I did so, unbuckling his belt and sliding them down over his feet. His bulge was large in his bikini briefs, and my mouth was starting to water thinking about tasting it. I was eye level with his crotch, but I kept staring up at him, adoring him as he pulled his shorts off. We sere both now naked, and didn't even feel nervous, just natural, prepared to serve his cock. I was eye level with his cock, but still gazing at him. He had one hand on his cock as his other came to my face. He redirected my gaze to his cock, as he stroked its semi hard glory. It was pointed at my lips as his hand came to them, opening them as his fingers slid in. He told me that my faggot mouth was his now to use, and it excited me to be used. I could smell his cock and balls and I started drooling at the smell. My mouth stayed open, my tongue came out as he stuck his cock into my mouth, letting me taste his manhood. He held his cock as he thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth with his hard shaft, calling me a faggot cocksucker. I gagged as he hit my throat, pushing in with his thrusts. His hands held my head as he used me, face fucking me as I gagged and drooled on his cock. He kept using my faggot throat and mouth, making tears come to my eyes. It was the roughest I had been face fucked and I loved it more each second. The tears were tears of relief, the only man besides Bobby who could see through my front to my faggot self. When he let up, let go of my head, I just reached up and kept sucking, kept worshiping his cock. Licking his balls. Even licking his asshole when he told me to. When he pulled his cock from my gasping throat, he call me a good little faggot, and led me to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed, his cock standing erect, as he told me to start worshiping him again. And Chara, I did, servicing him as he directed. When he had had enough of my mouth, as he told me, he said for me to get on the bed, facing the mirror on the wall at the end of the bed, on my hands and knees. I could see my spit covered face as he got behind me. I watched him lubing his cock first before I felt his fingers slide into my horny asshole. First 3 fingers, then four as he fingered me open, stroking his cock as he kept talking to me telling me what he was doing, getting my faggot pussy ready to be fucked hard. I said that I wanted his cock in my faggot ass, and he stopped and corrected me. He told me it wasn't my asshole anymore, it was my faggot pussy, to be fucked like a pussy by men. He pushed 4 fingers deep as they could go, making me gasp in happiness as I was stretched wide. I saw my face in his mirror, full of pleasure as he asked me if I liked that. I gasped out a long yes as he finger fucked my pussy, his thumb hitting my hole, wanting in also. He asked me again if I was a faggot, because he only put his cock in faggot pussies. I told him that yes I was a faggot, I was his faggot. He told me I wasn't allowed to fuck women anymore, that I wasn't bi, only a fag now. I saw stars as I watched in the mirror, watched my pussy getting fisted as I turned into a faggot. I begged for it, deeper, as he sank in my loosened pussy. I wanted all he had to give, wanted his hard cock in my pussy, to use it like a man. I begged him to use my faggot pussy, to fuck my pussy. He slid his fingers out of my pussy as he lined up his cock on my open hole. He told me to watch myself as he turned me into a faggot. I felt his cockhead rub on my pussy hole as he told me no going back now, a fag forever, if I was sure I wanted it. I looked at him and myself in the mirror and I knew. I saw my faggot self come out, as I told myself and him, that I was a fag, now and forever. He called me a good boy as he sank his cock into me raw, bare, as fags only fuck bareback. I saw my eyes light up for a second before they rolled back in bliss. My pussy was full of hard throbbing man meat. When his slow deep thrusts brought me back to earth, I saw the pleasure on my face, being fucked by a man. And it wasn't just the physical cock-in-pussy connection, but mental as well for me. I watched a gorgeous older man plow my pussy in the mirror, it was almost surreal as his balls slapped on mine every stroke. It was intense, more intense than any sex with women I had had. And yes, that includes you too, Chara. I watched myself getting fucked in my new pussy and I had a full body orgasm, I came more intensely with my pussy than I had ever done in my life, it was a total body orgasm from a cock in my pussy. I changed. I lost all I was and became a servant of cock. My master saw that on my face and doubled his efforts, fucking into my loose pussy as I groaned and gasped with each thrust in. My lover saw this and asked if my faggot pussy was having a good time, and I could only gasp out a long yesssss as my hole was pounded harder. He asked if I was a faggot now and again I gasped out a yessss. He told me to say it, as he pushed all the way in and held still. I just did as he said, looking at myself in the mirror, with him grabbing my hair and pulling me up to see. I spoke the words, I am a faggot. He told me to say it again, and I did, I opened my eyes and said I am a faggot. Louder. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him, I wanted him to fuck me. He pulled me back harder and told me to say it right. I asked him to fuck my faggot ass. He slapped my ass and told me no, say it right, faggot. I wanted his cock thrusting in me again so bad. I pleaded with him, please, I need your cock pounding my pussy. Please, fuck my faggot pussy hard! And he called me a good faggot, grabbed on my hips and gave me what I wanted. We fucked like 2 gay men can, him dominating my pussy hard and deep. We talked dirty the whole time as my pussy got wetter and wetter with his pre-cum, more open. We changed positions every so often, me riding him, side by side, with me cleaning his dirty cock every switch with my faggot mouth. I loved the taste of his cock and my pussy on it. The room smelled like our mixing sweat, and anal sex, and it kept getting heavier. I was in lust. I took his cock hard and deep in my pussy, as our groans and cries of pleasure filled the room. I was on my back taking him balls deep over and over when he asked me if I liked it in my pussy. I yelled out that YES! I loved his cock in my faggot pussy. And it wasn't a lie, I was falling for his strong cock and even stronger fuck game. My legs were spread wide, held high and flailing about as he pumped away, faster and faster. I gripped his ass as we mated, his solid cock throbbing away as he approached his climax. He leaned in close and asked me if I was ready to get seeded. and I cried out YES! He asked if I was ready for his poz cum and I came back to reality quickly. I was about to get pozzed and there was nothing I could do but beg him. Beg him to cum in my pussy. I knew what poz meant and I was asking him to poz my pussy. Over and over I asked him. And I wanted it soooo bad. It was the last step to becoming a faggot completely. He leaned back and yelled out HERE IT CUMS FAGGOT! YOU'RE GONNA GET KNOCKED UP NOW FOR SURE! And he slammed in deep and hard, groaning so loud as his cock exploded his toxic sperm deep into my pussy. And I groaned in orgasm with him, as my own cock shot its load in excitement all over my chest. My mind raced at the thought of receiving his dirty semen into my body, the posibilty of contracting HIV myself. And it made the evening of gay sex that much hotter. I loved feeling his hot load in my pussy, seeping into me as I was marked by it. He leaned down, his cock still twitching in my pussy as he kissed me, my first kiss from a man. I moaned in his mouth as the last bit of heterosexuality left me. Chara, that kiss made me a total faggot, I will never touch another woman in my life. I am gay. We fucked all night long, he came 3 more times in me, trying to convert me. He even put a toothbrush in my pussy, to give his toxic cum more area to knock me up. And I let him. I loved his cum changing me. Chara my love, about 2 weeks after my epic gay fuck, I got sick. I came down with the fuck flu. I tested HIV+. And it felt like freedom.

I just got a HOT fuck outside my house and then some. The bf and I had a good night hanging out together and went to bed at our usual time. I woke up to our fuckbuddy and bf asking for my ass in the spare bedroom. Groggy eyed, I said sure! They went to the other room I got ready and then walked into my bf sucking his cock. I immediately took over sucking the bf and the other guy put his big, hard cock right into me. It was hot! I LOVE being split roasted! He came pretty quick, deep inside me. I love taking his load since I can feel his cock expand and shoot in me. Right after he finished, my bf takes his turn using my hole and came quickly too. After, we went back to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. So, I went on Grindr, not expecting anything since it was 3am. But I ended up finding a muscular 21 yo HOT black guy (I am 38, white and a few extra lbs) with a HUGE cock who was willing to come over. The bf and I play together but aren’t exactly open. I said the only place would be my front porch (which is private since the house across the street is currently vacant). He said he would be right over. Before I knew it, I see his car in the driveway and I walk outside and unscrew the lightbulb on the porch. He says, are you sure front porch is okay? I say yes but can tell he is nervous, so I suggest the other side of the house by the woods so we go there. He immediately pulls down his pants and I drop to my knees to suck. I am in heaven as my explore his muscular ass, abs and pecs while his big cock is gagging my throat. I look up at his face and ask, want to fuck now? He says, FUCK YEAH! I turn around, lube up his cock and he slides right in. He pounds me, HARD while pressing my face into the siding of my house. I was SO turned on! He actually lasted a long time and towards the end started talking dirty to me...you like that cock I’m you? Then he says, ready for my cum? YES! So he stops pumping and shoots DEEP into my ass. He pulls out and then walks right back to his car without saying a word to me. I am writing this now as I am lying in bed next to my sleeping bf, not knowing that I just took a 3rd load tonight, stroking my cock as I search on Grindr for a bottom to finally give my load to.

Chapter 2 As Sir guided me down the stairs, there was a St Andrews cross on the far wall under a dim spotlight, the entire rest of the room was completely dark. He continued to walk me towards the cross and bound my arms and legs apart so I was completely immobile. “Quite the different environment than you are used to boy huh?” Sir said with a bit of a chuckle at the end. “Looks like you are enjoying yourself just fine though considering the pre-cum leaking through your jock” he said as he walked back towards the stairway to turn the rest of the lights. Now that the basement was lit up, I could see everything. Biohazard symbols everywhere, a wall full of jock straps nailed were directly across from me, and there was what looked like torture devices everywhere. “Welcome to your new life, boy” Sir said in a deep voice. “Remember how you had a terrible flu last week? Well, I know that was my virus taking over your body. I’ll have a doctor friend of mine come and confirm, but I’m positive I have knocked you up. I’ve been pumping my unmedicated poz loads into your cunt for weeks.” “What the fuck! You told me you were Neg and on PReP! You even showed me a bottle of it!” I screamed at him while fighting my hardest to break free of the restraints Sir had placed on me. “You idiot, I stole that bottle from the last boy that I had in your place. I knew it would make it easier on my next mark to convince to let me seed his cunt” Sir said laughing while grabbing a marker from the tool box. Sir walked over wrote 19 on the outside of my shoulders. “19” he stated in a firm voice. “You aren’t even boy to me anymore faggot, are relegated to just a number. And from now on, you will refer to me as Master, while anyone I whore you out to you will refer to as Sir. Understood?” “Fuck no, I’m done with this role play, let me go!” “Oh we aren’t role playing anymore 19, you agreed to become mine unconditionally when you put that collar and lock around your neck don’t you remember? This is your next step. It may take you a little bit to fully accept your new place, but I knew from the moment you woof’d me on Scruff that you needed this. And you may want to look down at your jock, you haven’t stopped leaking pre-cum since you’ve been on that cross!” What the fuck! He was right! I felt like my body was betraying me. One head saying to get the fuck out, while the other had never felt more at home. Was I really Poz now? The flu I had last week as the worst I’d ever had, but I had thought it was just because I didn’t get a flu shot this year for the first time. “What, uh what are you planning to do with me, Master?” I mumbled. “Well 19, you see those 18 jock straps in front of you? Those represent the 18 faggots I’ve turned out over the last couple decades. The first 12 are red because they got knocked up by friends of mine as I hadn’t been pozzed yet myself, while the last 6 are black because those are faggots that got knocked up with my virus, and the one thing have in common is they were all converted without their knowledge in this house” “What happened to those boys sir?” I asked. “Well 19, some couldn’t handle their conversion, some have gone on to spread the gift themselves in the same manner, and a couple you’ll be meeting later on tonight as they were able to evolve from just a number to a Master gifter like me.” Fuck, what did he mean by ‘couldn’t handle their conversion’? “Your new life starts now, 19. Time to get you prepared for the rest of your pathetic short life” Sir said as a hood went over my head and I began to feel light headed and then it all went black.

Has anyone made the switch from Atripla to Biktarvy or another medication? I've been on Atripla since being diagnosed almost 20 years ago, and switched to the generic form a couple months ago. Due to some insurance fuckery, Biktarvy is being prescribed since I won't have a co-pay with it. Has anyone had any side-effects due to switching meds? Is it like the break-in period I had with Atripla? Parenthetically, Atripla and I have been partners for so long, this feels like a break up.

First crack at writing, hope you enjoy! Sir - 55 6'5" 200 lbs 10" cut cock Me (boy) - 24 5'6 135 lbs 7" cut cock Chapter 1 It started out like all my other meet ups with Sir. He would summon me to his house and of course I would get there as quickly as possible. Sir would always great me at the door, and then once inside I'd strip for him down to a jock and he'd walk me into his bedroom. He had a four post queen bed so he could tie me down in a multitude of different positions, whatever he was feeling was best for me to serve him in. Sir would always have some type of gear for me; wrist and ankle cuffs were standard, either a ball gag or mouth cage depending on his mood, a leather collar, and sometimes a blindfold. I had been Sir's boy for about a month, and he'd summoned me about 10 times so far. He introduced me to my sub side, that bareback was the only way to fuck, and my place in life was to serve him. I was never happier than when I was bound on Sir's bed with his monster cock either in my forced open mouth or spreading my hole and planting a load deep. With our size difference he was easily able to hit my second sphincter and shoot his load directly into my gut. Sir wasn't usually particularly verbal, he'd give me quick short orders to position me how he wanted, but he grunted like a wild animal when he was shooting his load. He loved that I moaned like a bitch in heat when he was fucking me. As I got out of my Uber to Sir's this time and got to the front door, there was a note for me to go around back through the fence gate and use the back door. Once I got to the back door there was another note telling me to strip down to my jock, and place all my clothes in the trash bag he had left out. I wasn't terribly surprised Sir was changing things up, he had always made comments about taking the "next step" in our relationship. As I put my clothes in the bag I noticed sir had left a thick metal collar with a small lock under the bag, and a note that read "Boy, once you put this collar on you agree to fully submit to me and all I want for you. If you decide not to, I don't ever want to speak or see you again. If you submit, you will wait on all fours in your jock for me." The only thoughts that were going through my head was how I was happiest when Sir had my ass tied down and his cum leaking out my stretched out hole. Of course I stripped down to my jock, put my new collar on, clicked the lock shut, put my clothes in the bag, and waited on all fours like the good boy Sir had expected me to be. A few seconds later Sir opened the door and told me what a good boy I was, and that he knew I'd choose a life of servitude for him. Sir then affixed a leash to the collar and guided me inside, but instead of going to his bedroom he lead me to a door that led to his basement. "I know we've always played in my bedroom boy, but now that you have chosen to submit to me I am going to introduce you to the real playroom of my house." I was rock hard under my jock, and leaking pre-cum. I knew I had made the right choice to fully submit to my Sir, but I had no idea what that really meant. My naive self thought it was just more role-play before Sir and I, but he had different plans, and I was about to find out how twisted my Sir was.

I was feeling horny so jumped on Grindr to see who was nearby. Chatted with a athletic guy and agreed to meet at a local park with a path through the woods. I got there first so I went down the trail and found a nice spot behind a fallen down tree and waited. He came along a few minutes later, obviously nervous, wearing a mask(straight guy?) He pulled his cock out and I gave him some head. He started warming up to me not being so shy😏still wasn't getting super hard, he started gently pulling my head into his dick. I reached back and kind of roughly guided his hand on the back of my head,to hint at its ok to be rough, deeptroating him. He wasn't shy at that point and roughly started face fucking me, getting rock hard. I pulled away and leaned over the fallen tree, pulling my shorts down. Remembering my poppers I grabbed and opened them, before I could get a sniff of them he was balls deep in me. Took a good whiff and was off on cloud 9. He fucked me rough for a minute or two, and as I was coming back down from the poppers realized I didn't even ask him name... Or his status... Or if he was going to use a rubber... Reached back sure enough, no condom. That kind of really made my heart start racing, was starting to second guess my choice. Too late he starts deliberetly thrusting and how tight he's holding my hims I know its too late, just took a huge rip of poppers and submitted relaxed. He slammed in deep, and felt him throbbing as he blew his spunk as far as he could. He pulled out a few moments later, pulled his pants up, slapped my ass so fucking hard!! And just walked away. Leaving me bent over the fallen down tree, my shorts down, with his baby batter deep inside my hole. Still not good at writing, but had to share. Please don't edit, I will overtime if I want it changed.

Sure, and there are no Gods, Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy, either. Just the same, they are stories we tell each other to connect, feel less lonely and afraid, see wonder in innocence, and surrender to mystery. They serve a function in society and, although they are wildly variable in the objective good and bad they might engender, I don't think running around decrying them as fantasy is very effective (as we now have daily proof). I'm applying "quod grātīs asseritur, grātīs negātur" to your assertion above as it cuts both ways. I'm experiencing the mystical infusion of a man's seed in my cunt right now.

Chapter 7: The Lie Stumbling through the alleyways, Tyler looked like hell. He was exhausted, drained, and could barely think. How nasty of a boy had he become, getting fucked in abandoned buildings? He questioned his entire being as he continued his trek home. Brandon was pissed off, his texts were seething with anger as to why Tyler hadn’t responded and asking where he was at. Brandon had indicated he went to work however, so this gave Tyler some ability to try and figure out his next moves. The alleyways were not without their own scum. Tyler passed by several desperate, yet hot boys, looking like they were just itching for their holes to be used. Homeless men slept behind dumpsters. Tyler felt a twinge in his hole, almost like this felt like home. No, he shook his head, what the heck was he thinking. Some of the men looked up at him while he walked by, practically licking their chops at his sexiness. He knew he looked like hell, but he was turned on by the men staring at him. He felt an urge to give in, maybe that transcendence he had seeing himself tied to a dumpster was his future. No, no, no! He shook his head again. He couldn’t think like that. This was just a series of bad choices, he could recover from this, he could be loyal. He tried to force Jax out of his head. He thought of all thhis mind turned to their sex. While it was good, it wasn’t Jax. Jax again began to pervade his mind, and regardless of how he tried to push him out, he invaded. Step after step, Jax stumbled in the darkness, closer and closer to home, trying desperately to formulate a plan or reason to explain to Brandon why he hadn’t responded. *** Jax entered Club Hedon, taking several turns down the winding halls. The music was intense tonight, an evil tone, pulsing through the walls. The boys were especially wild as he passed the wide open rooms and alcoves. Their sweat, their lust, their drive, was never ending. Jax smiled as he thought about Tyler, and how little he had experienced in the last week, and how his downfall was culminating slowly but surely. Jax entered a room, it was carpeted in maroon carpeting, with a very low lighting. The only lighting that was bright, centered in the middle of the room, where there was something that looked like a confessional kneeler from a church. Jax removed his clothes, down to his tiny briefs, exposing his beautiful body. He kneeled down, hands crossed on the support, and stared at the edge of the room. In front of him, sat six figures, highlighted only by the light bouncing off the shadows. “Tyler transcended for the first time tonight,” Jax’s monotone was back. The figures nodded, but showed no specific emotion. Their faces were hidden, their bodies robed. Jax continued, “It was a moderately intense transcendence. He saw the demons, so I was encouraged. He saw his relationship fall apart.” Again the nodding continued, with no input. “He does have a dark mind,” Jax smiled, “He transcended about his parents watching him”. A voice came from one of the six figures. “And is he ready for mania?” Jax pondered for a moment, his beautiful body gleaming in the light. “Close, but I do not believe he is there yet. The guilt is still strong, and while it turns him on, it still has a hold on him,” Jax responded, plainly. A somewhat angrier voice replied, “And you know that mania is the solution for the guilt. It is not your realm to control.” Jax nodded, unaffected by the slight uptick in anger. “Yes, but we have to break that initial barrier where it has the high likelihood of not being overcome. That was always in the realm of infidelity.” The figures looked at each other, leaning over to confer privately. Some nodded, some whispered. After a few moments of discussion their heads all turned back to Jax. “We agree with your assessment, but you must tread carefully as to not meddle in the next step. As soon as that threshold has been reached, you must immediately notify the council, so care and mentorship may be moved to mania.” Jax nodded, saying nothing. Another figure plainly stated, “Remove your faggot briefs. We will now break you, as your reward.” Jax stood, his hip bones protruding around his tight briefs, as he slide them down his body. 5 figures moved into the middle of the room, while another went off to the side, sliding out a wooden contraption. The contraption was somewhat square, with shackles on the top of it, and a long tail of two 2x4s that had shackles on the end of it, jutting out from the square portion. “Assume your position in the mount.” A voice stated. Jax bent over the top of the mount with the two shackles and his wrists were locked in the machine. The shackles were medieval, iron, rough, and unbreakable. With his wrists locked, Jax’s knees bent, touching the outcropping 2.4s, his tiny ankles lining up perfectly with the back shackles. He was locked. The figures surrounded him, with one positioning himself behind him, ramming into Jax. Jax’s eyes went pure black. His body locked. “You know you love this hell,” the man who rammed into him said. The music started to flood the room, the pulses lining up with Jax’s heartbeat. The reverberations from the initial ram into Jax were still echoing through his body, but the figure pulled out and started ramming Jax over and over again. On the said of the room, another figure began lighting cauldrons that burned intense heat, warming the room greatly. Beads of sweat began to drip from Jax. His eyes were black, with a deviant smile on his face. Another large dick slammed into his mount while the other figure continued to fuck him. The dick in his mouth gagged him profusely, but Jax did not care. He knew his place. He continued to gag. The other figures groped him, one pissing all over the scene, adding to Jax’s arousal. Pre cum began to drip from Jax’s dick, which was soft, yet still huge, and swinging back and forth with the brutal pounding. The man pounding him grabbed Jax’s jet black hair and yanked his head back with force. The dick flew out of Jax’s mouth. The man was bending Jax’s body, with force, and no mercy. No words were said. The man pounding Jax, instead of screaming, howled like a demon, blowing a fantastical load inside Jax, a load so large at it violented erupted from Jax’s hole while the man’s dick was still in him. The amount of cum was grotesque. The next man positioned himself behind Jax and the mounting proceeded. Six hours later, Jax was unshackled, his reward complete. A lake of cum existed below him. A lake of cum he must head before he would be allowed to leave. This wasn’t a chore for Jax, he wouldn’t have left without eating every single drop on the dirty carpet. The figures left the room, leaving Jax to clean up the mess he had made. The mounting was complete. *** Tyler entered his apartment, exhausted, but determined to fix the issue with Brandon. He pulled up his phone, texting Adam. “Hey, I need you. Can you help me?” “WTF LOL, it hasn’t even been 24 hours and you want more?” Adam replied via text. “I need you to come over, please, right now.” “LOL, wow, you nasty slut. You’re lucky that Aaron just went out with some friends. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Adam replied again. Tyler then rushed downstairs to the street. His plan was in motion. The street was still filled with cars. At a break in the action, between stop lights, when the traffic calmed, Tyler tossed his cell phone into the middle of the street, in the most likely place that a car tire would be. Standing there, he waited. The next group of vehicles from the next green light began driving, and luckily, multiple cars smashed his phone. Once the traffic died down again, Tyler retrieved it. Evidence had been created. Just at that point, he saw Adam’s car pulling into the parking lot of his apartments. Tyler ran upstairs, waiting for Adam at the door to his apartment. “Holy fucking shit,” Adam cried, “What are you on fucking drugs?!” Tyler said nothing, lifting his shirt, revealing his hot diamond belly piercing, as if he was going to take it off fully, coaxing Adam inside. Adam walked in, and Tyler closed the door. Snapping around he confronted Adam forcefully. “So you want me to be your bitch right?” Tyler said. “Fuck yeah you dumb homo. I have ALWAYS wanted you like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve never been ok with you being with Brandon. And having you this afternoon was just a sample of the hell I want with you!” Adam replied excitedly. “Good,” Tyler replied nervously. He had to put all the pieces together here. “I need to create a reason for not being home today. Brandon is already upset.” Adam interjected, “Fuck yeah. You two break up you’re mine everyday!” Tyler put his hand up to pause Adam. Yes, he knew Adam wanted him like crazy, but he could also discern from the fucking earlier that Adam enjoyed the cheating as well. He needed Adam to continue to enjoy the cheating, so he went deeper. “No no Adam. You loved me cheating on Brandon right?” Tyler’s tone intensified, becoming more sultry and coaxing in its manner. “You looooooved it right? You want me to cheat on him with you right? Adam looked a bit stunned, not that he wasn’t wildly turned on, but more that Tyler was this dark. He wanted Tyler every day, but both of them cheating on their lovers was another layer that would be destroyed if Brandon broke up with Tyler. He nodded. “OK so we need to keep that going baby,” Tyler gently kissed Adam. He was nervous. He knew this was a rabbit hole that was going to have consequences. He knew Adam was harmless to Brandon, and he knew Brandon would trust him, so Adam could provide the perfect cover, at least for now. Only an hour earlier Tyler had thought that he could clean up his act and even considered stopping the slutting, but no, in the end, he had to fix the Brandon problem that happened today, and this was the potentially best way to do it. Tyler grabbed Adam’s hand and led him to his and Brandon’s bed. “This is where we make love, Brandon and I,” Tyler said nervously. He really felt a threshold being crossed, but desperation was too much. He couldn’t have Brandon question anything about his absence today. Tyler gulped, knowing the gravity of his words upcoming, but committed to them he continued, “Lets defile our bed, you and I Adam. Lets feel the corruption build between us and our lust consume any morality that we have!” Adam about turned into a monster at that point, but Tyler held him back for a final statement. “Adam, I will give you this all, but I need ONE THING from you,” Tyler said. “Which is?” Adam replied Tyler explained that he was a slut after Adam that afternoon, which only had Adam’s dick pulsing harder, and that he went silent on Brandon all day long. He explained that he was going to tell Brandon about him dropping his phone accidentally in the street which prevented a reply. But he needed Adam to vouch that they were hanging out and went out to eat and such trivial things that would lead Brandon to believe that everything was fine. “And you’ll let me keep coming over and defiling your relationship in the bed you share with him at all costs FOREVER?” Adam could barely contain himself. Tyler sealed the covenant. “Yes, forever.” Adam exploded, slamming Tyler down on the bed, tearing his sleeveless shirt right off him, in pieces. Pulling down Tyler’s shorts, he saw Tyler’s pink briefs, 100% soaked in cum, like he had bathed in it. “What the literal fuck did you do today?” Adam said, smelling the cum soaked into Tyler’s skin from his briefs as we pulled them down. “Fuck me baby,” Tyler deflected. He knew he had committed to a darkness he hadn’t believed he could. Adam slammed Tyler face first into the bed, slamming his big dick into him. Cum poured from Tyler’s hole by what seemed like the gallons. “Oh you are one sick piece of trash,” Adam said, licking Tyler’s ear. “But god fucking a goddamn loose slut hole is so much hotter than a tight one. I can barely feel my dick in you. The amount of men that have been in you must be massive!” Tyler grunted, his eyes started to glaze back, he was feeling transcendence come on, but he kept being pulled back into reality. “It feels good doing it where you make love doesn’t it?” Adam cried. “Its NEVER going to be same for you two, never ever going to be same.” The thrust were deep, but the hole was loose. Tyler didn’t care if he couldn’t feel it as well as when he was tight. What he cared about was that he was creating as airtight an alibi as possible, yet deep down, he knew he was getting Adam’s babies again. “Stare at the pictures of you two surrounding us!!!” Adam commanded. Tyler looked at the few pictures of him and Brandon happy together, over different portions of their relationship, on the nightstands next to the bed. The bed was bouncing now, Adam was fucking Tyler with great strength, holding his bony body to the bed, the mattress heaving with the lust and desires that Adam held. “Look at your fucking happiness unwind before you. Look at your world fall apart!” Adam laughed maniacally. “Look at the untimely end to everything. When you see him tomorrow, kiss him deeply, knowing your hell and demonic nature!” Tyler transcended. His spirit flung above the seen much quicker than before, the dark act disappearing from his view. He appeared in a labyrinth that was exceptionally dark, yet flints of red light hit the smoke in the maze. He was naked of course, beautiful as can be, with the red light bouncing off his piercings. He heard the sound of creatures nearby, guttural tormenting sounds of lust and desire being made. He started walking. Around a corner he saw himself again strapped to a dumpster, his dick pouring cum, his ass pouring cum, the neighborhood lined up to impregnate him. Another 90 degree turn and he saw himself on some wooden machine, shacked on all fours, as his ass was a waterfall for cum, his body even skinnier and bony. Another corner and he saw his parents, naked, fucking hard, and he began to precum. He stopped. He had to watch. They turned to him in their lust and screamed at him to turn away. Calling him demented and sick. He only smiled and stroked his dick in one hand, touching his body in a coaxing manner in the other, sliding his hand over all his bones, just begging to one to relinquish and want to touch him. They kept fucking and yelling at him in the same time. A flash occurred and Tyler was in another part of the labyrinth, the sounds of lust coming closer now. He felt like the transcendence was waning, but he tried to stay focused to keep it. He could hear Adam breaking into his visions… “Fucking garbage dump I am going to fuck you up in ways you’ll never imagine!” Adams voice came on strong, then faded into the distant. There in front of him Tyler saw his father masturbating like a fiend to naked videos of Tyler being used. His body already covered with cumloads from the amount of orgasms he had had. His father looked at Tyler standing there, screaming at him that he was a sick fuck. Tyler lost control and responded by telling his father how much he loved seeing his hairy naked body getting off to his demonic nature. His father couldn’t stop stroking but kept yelling. The scene was imploding on itself. He felt the brutal thrusts of Adam deeper and harder and more real inside him. Tyler reached out and touched his father’s hairy chest, lust materialized as an almost magical dust emanating from him. Lightning bolts shot through Tyler at the initial touch, extreme amounts of pleasure flowed through him like a jet, disgust filled his bones at his sickness, yet he moved his hand more, caressing the body. His dad furiously screamed to stop it, but made no attempt to stop him. Tyler felt a flash coming on and with no ability to stop it, he succumbed. He appeared in the room again surrounded by the creatures. This time he was being groped from every angle. Almost every part of his body was covered in hands, or claws, or whatever these things were. He could make out horns in the shadows protruding from the heads of the creatures. He felt contentment, rage, disgust. Then he felt a massive dick running down his skinny spine. This felt like it was the size of 10 dicks in one. He felt it press against his slutty hole and felt it open to accept it. No faces could be seen but he did not care. He was learning to not care about faces, not care about looks. The claws dragged against his perfect skin, and then he felt the most massive thing enter him and he saw his skin turn blood red. In front of his eyes, tattoos began to materialize all over his arms, legs, and anything else he could seen. He could make out faintly as they materialized, nasty words being etched into him. Words like slut, faggot, demon, seemed to swirl onto his body. He felt the etching continuing on his back, above his ass, down the back of his legs, although he couldn’t read it. The pain was immense but the pleasure was indescribable. Nothing that Brandon, Adam, Jax, or any of the 20 or so other boys did to him the nights prior had even a percent of a feeling of what bliss he was experiencing now. In his mind, he made up that we wanted to stay. Fuck the real world, he belonged here. As soon as Tyler’s mind was made up, his skin returned to normal and the vision began to fade. He desperately tried to conjure the pleasure he was feeling, anything to keep this transcendence, or whatever Jax called it alive. It felt reel. Fuck it could be real. He didn’t even understand how it was happening, but he didn’t care. He had stay! He started begging out loud to the shadows to let him stay, not to take him. But as he looked down he saw himself being sucked back into reality. Adam was turning him over on his back, his face sweaty and soaked with the sweat from their destruction. Entering reality Adam ferociously kissed Tyler. Tyler’s smooth pencil legs wrapped around Adam, pulling him as deeply as he could. Tyler’s hole longed for the massive dick he had just experienced, but alas, the feeling, and even the memory was starting to fade. Tyler’s dick released a copious cum load, without it being touched, as Adam was maniacally screaming, probably waking up the entire apartment complex. It didn’t matter, Tyler had practically lose all physical remembrance of his transcendence, his arms wrapped around Adam like he was the love of his life, and Tyler committed more fully to the act than he ever did before. “I love you inside me so much my love!” Tyler screamed. “Yes! Yes! I AM YOUR FUCKING LOVE!” Adam cried. His dick was pulsating so hard that even with his incredible loose hole, Tyler could feel it knocking around inside him. Tyler felt the darkness of the scene and continued to succumb. “Give me your babies Adam, give them to me fully. Corrupt me more baby. Right here, where Brandon and I lay, where I will lie to his face that he’s the only one for me, only to think of you when I do it.” Tyler screamed, far too loud, his neighbors must think hell was taking place in his home. Adam roared releasing his loads deep into Tyler, which felt like it took five minutes to complete. Pulling out Adam attacked Tyler’s hole, sucking the cum out of it, which was easy, considering Tyler’s hole was so loose it was just about pouring out anyway. Adam went back and forth between Tyler’s hole and mouth, collecting the cum, to the point that their mouths we completely full of Tyler’s ass loads, and they made out like wild. Cum dripped down their mouths and chins, covering them. They held each other so hard it was as if they were trying to push their bodies together into one. It was beautiful, dark, sinful, and destructive. Adam pulled off Tyler finally after what seemed to be an eternity, his hands still almost out of his control, gently touching Tyler’s perfect body, flicking his nipple piercings, caressing his perfection. “I love how many men you are sleeping with my baby. The next time I cum over, your hole better be filled with multiple men’s loads, otherwise, hey I might slip up and get Brandon a but suspicious.” Wait, this wasn’t the deal. Tyler was still orgasming internally, but he tried to get himself back to reality. “Hey, I said you can have me whenever, I never said I had to have slept with multiple men beforehand. That wasn’t the agreement!” Tyler cried. “Well I made an adjustment to the agreement baby,” Adam kissed him gently on the lips, “Cmon, its not as if that’s UNLIKELY to happen anyway at this point. I’m sure you’re going to invite 20 more men over tonight to defile your bed,” Adam laughed in an evil manner. Tyler laid there like the picture of perfection, as Adam got dressed. Again, no other words were uttered. Tyler had committed to this covenant and now it owned him. All those thoughts of getting on the right track were flooding back into Tyler. How could he right this this time? Did he even want to? Deep down, he knew things were spiraling and he desperately needed to feel another transcendence as well. It was opening him up to things he had no idea he desired or wanted or even felt. Too many emotions encircled him. His body heaved with lust and desire. Adam walked out the door and Tyler began convulsing, orgasming from extreme feelings that were flooding inside him. Without even touching himself, without even being touched, Tyler experienced the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. His path was beginning to become sealed in darkness.

Cruised a guy in a suit who kept eying me in the hotel lobby. he reluctantly (or maybe not) started chatting, he was on a business trip alone, a Mormon. Not too hard to get back to his room. no kissing, just wanted to get sucked, started fingering my own hole while I was sucking and he followed my lead. He kept on his ;ormon undergarments , like a full body condom , I guess. He did pull his drawers down long enough for me to tongue fuck him. Lubed myself up and bent over in front of him. kind of slow at the start but very horny. He "forgot" ll about condoms. once he was balls deep, he started slapping my ass, very hot. Couldn't help tightening down on his cock. He pumped even harder. Pretty soon he was riding me like a champion bull rider. He came pretty quickly but kept slapping and fucking for round two.. After he came the second time, sucked him again until he couldn't take any more. He was sweaty and very satisfied but was clearly crying a bit/teary-eyed. Don't know if it was guilt or joy. His cock suggested more joy than guilt. So did mine.

bred in the woods.. there's a new nudist camp nearby thats open to gay, bi, trans, everyone so went to check out. along the trails was a fuckbench that I climbed on . 5 min later I was bein sputroasted by 4 fellas tagteamin in and out and loaded me up. felt fucking amazeballs.

Today I had a nice and easy fuck in the woods by the fishing lake. Started chatting with a young chubby bearded guy, and next thing I know he's taking my cock raw as I'm fucking him doggy style. He was tight and I could feel his ass grip my cock. I started telling him he was gonna get a big load planted deep, and he really liked hearing that. Soon as he heard me cumming, he started as well. We got our pants back up and hung out for another 30 minutes just talking. I told him it really turned me on that he was going home with my nut in his ass. He laughed a little and said that it was definitely a new experience for him. Of course hearing that made me hard so I came straight home and jerked off again, thinking maybe I just got another son.

I the desperate need for cum, feeling super horny, and nasty. I found my self on the arcade floor licking up a huge load of cum. Made my dick so hard. Then I took a video of me licking up all the cum, and you can see my raging hard on. Not sure why doing nasty shit, like licking some anonymous load off the disgusting arcade floor is such a huge turn on. And taking a video on top of it. The thought is making my dick hard again now. Maybe some of you have some insight on why we get so damm turned on by this.

I slept for hours, finally being woken by the amount of light in the bedroom. I soon needed an urgent piss, and as I got up, donned the now rather used leather jockstrap I had left on the floor, and headed for the bedroom door I noticed a real ache in my rear end. Those guys the previous night had really done a number on me. While I urinated, some of the things Gus and Steve said to me the night before went back through my head and I felt a significant churn in my stomach at the prospect of what might await me. If anything I was more nervous about this next stage than I had been about getting pozzed, presumably because they clearly intended to change how I looked and that wasn't going to be something I could just hide from friends and family back home. I stood at the toilet for a while after my flow had finished, before drawing a couple of deep breaths, washing my hands and then heading downstairs. I was only wearing the jockstrap, but assumed there would be no issue with that. Gus and Steve were in the kitchen drinking coffee, and both looked up at me and smiled as I came in. "Morning" said Gus. "You sleep well boy?" "Hi" I replied. "Yes sir." "Good lad" said Steve. "Ready for the day?" asked Gus, giving me a sly smile. "I don't know" I replied. "What will you be...be doing to me Sir?" I continued. "Nothing you don't want" said Steve, giving me a more gentle look than Gus was. "We'll be taking you to a few places, giving you a few options, and then you can decide for yourself." I nodded and looked down at the floor. "What sort of places?" I asked. "Just wait and see" said Gus. "Now" said Steve, getting up and heading across the room, "you can't go out like that, so Aid has dropped these over for you." He handed me a cloth bag, which when I looked inside appeared to have some of my clothes. "He also left this for you" said Steve, turning round and picking up a box off the counter that he also then handed to me. I opened it up to reveal another smaller, flatter box inside, which seemed pretty fancy and heavy. I opened it up, to be confronted with the largest silver chain I had ever laid eyes on. "Wh..." I mumbled, looking up at the two of them. "Don't ask us" said Steve. "He told us it was a gift for you from an admirer." I plonked the box down and lifted the chain out, only then realising just how heavy it was. At least an inch wide, it had to weigh a kilo or more. "Well" said Gus, "you better put it on." I hesitated, and then undid the boxy clasp and put it around my neck and re-secured it. It felt so heavy, but also so good. "Sexy stuff" said Steve, winking at me. "Someone must really have a thing for you." I turned towards the oven to get a bit of a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, and loved what I saw. I had never worn any jewellery, nor even thought about doing so, but I was immediately taken with how this beast of a chain looked on me. Gus had begun rummaging through both boxes the gift had been in, but then turned towards me and shrugged. "No card, no nothing" he said. "But someone you've put out for must really have wanted to see you in this." I stood gazing at my reflection for a bit longer, before I felt a sharp slap on my exposed buttcheeks. "Enough of the self-loving" said Steve as he bounced away from me. "Get some proper clothes on over that jockstrap, then have something to eat. The coffee's hot." About an hour later I had eaten, and was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a tight black tank top, whilst the new chain was on full display. We then headed out in their car again, driving a little while to a set of shops on a quiet road in some part of the city I didn't recognise. I still didn't have my mobile phone, so remained in the dark once more about where on earth in Sydney I was, something I was getting used to as I largely just did what the guys told me to. After parking the car we wandered up to a tattoo parlour, which hadn't yet opened so we paused on the pavement outside to have a cigarette. In time the owner appeared on the other side of the door to turn over the Open sign, and then we went in. "G'day Gus, Steve" said the owner, a big bear of a man wearing a muir cap. "What can I do for you today?" "This is the friend we called you about the other day" replied Gus. "He's here to see what you're proposing." "Ah, I thought so" replied the owner, looking me up and down. "Got yourself a bit of a stud this time. Well, let's get to it then." This time, I thought, as we headed through a curtain into a back room. Clearly I wasn't the first to be going on this journey. The owner walked over to an island desk, and pulled out a portfolio from a shelf below it. He opened it up at a certain page, and then turned it around towards me. I slowly walked over to see a series of sketches on a generic man's body of an array of tattoo art, including some designs on the upper arms and lower legs. However, what really caught my attention were the sketches from the front and back, the former showing a large biohazard design on one of the pecs, whilst the back one had a scorpion design below the neck and then fairly large letters on the upper buttocks spelling out CUM DUMP. My eyes must have widened significantly, as both Gus and Steve started laughing. "What do you think, boy?" chuckled Gus. "I..." I mumbled, unable to really form words. Was this really what they wanted to put on me? Could I say no? Did I even want to say no? Why was my dick getting hard? "You don't have to say yes or no now" said Steve. "What Irwin here is going to do is draw on some of this with a marker so you can see how you feel about it for a few days. Then, if you want it, you can get his brother in London to actually ink it in when you get home." I stood there staring at the images, before a wave of calm mixed with euphoria rushed over me. "No" I said. "No?" asked Gus. "No marker" I said quietly. "I want the needle." I'm not sure where this was coming from, but I also knew I was sure about it. Maybe it was a rash decision, but as I stood there looking at the sketches of some generic man, I somehow realised who I was and what I needed to be. I *was* a cumdump. I *was* probably well on my way to being poz. Why not just be that man? "Are you sure?" asked Steve, who looked a little ruffled as I turned to face him. "You don't have to." "No, I want to" I said, then turning to the man whose name I now knew was Irwin. "When can we start?" "Blimey boy, you don't beat around the bush do you?" he replied. "Well, I've got no bookings this morning so we can start right now. But it will take a few sittings to get it all done." "Fine" I said, maintaining eye contact with him. "Let's start on my arse and then work through the rest from there." My sudden and unexpected determination was clearly not something any of them had been prepared for, but things soon moved on and Irwin got me prepped to begin. Gus and Steve hung around for a bit, but decided to head on out to pick up some of the other things they had initially planned just to show me, given I was clearly up for a big change. Getting tattooed hurt, there's no denying it, but I barely flinched or uttered a noise as Irwin began to transform my smooth, tanned, unadulterated skin. By the end of a marathon session he had adorned my behind with its permanent advert to other men, the outline of the scorpion on my upper back was mostly done, and he'd even made a start on my arms. The biohazard would come when I had truly converted. Gus and Steve picked me up later on, and took me to another place in some other suburb. There, while working around my need to not sit down on the new letters stamped on my behind, my ears were pierced and big silver studs put in them, and my nipples got the same treatment. It all hurt like fuckery, but I seemed not to care. From there we went home, and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in various positions trying to get comfortable, smoking to deal with my restlessness, and eventually riding their cocks and taking their viral loads in a bid to feel something more pleasurable. By the time I went to bed my head was somehow both numb and super busy. In the space of a couple of days I had gone from being a hot young guy with any future he wanted ahead of him to someone who was permanently marked as a poz cumdump slut both on the outside and, probably soon, the inside as well. How would anyone at home ever understand? Would I even be able to resume any degree of normal life? Would I be rejected by everyone I knew and loved? These thoughts, and the pain in various parts of my body, plagued me for hours until sleep took me and I passed out.

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...

Chapter 3 After who knows how long, I came to. Sir had added to my attire of a thick metal collar and ankle/wrist cuffs with a chastity cage around my now soft cock, and a ball gag in my mouth. Sir had also moved me as I was no longer attached to the cross but was bound to a fuck bench with my head propped up and legs spread enough to make it easy to access my cunt. Sir noticed I had woken and shone a bright light in my face and then all of the sudden my phone appeared. Fuck! Sir had been able to unlock my phone with my face and now had complete access to my entire life! “Next step 19 is to make sure you leave your entire past life behind you, and I think a few pictures to your entire contact list should do the trick” Sir said menacingly. There were a few flashes from behind as Sir took some pics of me from behind, and then from the front. “Alright 19, I’ll be a nice Master and let you pick which picture goes out first, then second, but you have to pick a forward AND a rear facing otherwise I’ll take send videos I’ve got saved from our previous fucks, remember the one I got you to beg for my daddy cock and even asked if I had some friends who could join? I bet that would make it really clear to your family you’ve always been just a cum whore.” As Sir scrolled the pictures in front of me, I noticed he had marked up the small of my lower back with a biohazard tattoo, wrote ALL LOADS across my spread ass cheeks. But that wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as the pictures of me, clear as day bound to this bench with a ball gag and number 19 on both shoulders. Sir removed the ball-gag so I was able to tell him my choices. “I guess these 2 Sir” I mumbled. “Well done 19, now you will always know that YOU picked the photos that showed your family what your true self is.” And then it happened, ding after ding of text messages received on my phone, and Sir just laughed and laughed. “Don’t worry 19, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of what these texts say, but know that they worked exactly as designed, you won’t be hearing from anyone again.” Tears began falling down my face. Whatever hope I had that this was just more role play is confirmed to be gone. Sir had completely erased my entire life in an instant. “Remember 19, you chose to submit fully to me. No use crying over the fact you didn’t truly realize what that meant. I had you pegged for this from the start and knew I’d have you in this exact position, it was only a matter of time. You’ve told me numerous times that you were happiest under my control when you came over, well 19, you ARE under my control now, complete total control. Your freedom is gone and your true calling has been bestowed upon you.” Do I accept my new life Sir has given me? Do I try to plan an escape? Even if I did escape, what life was waiting for me now?

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

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.

This story is pure fiction and comes from the part of my mind that’s always depraved and horny! 😊 I was at Uni, fuck I had not realised that living in the ‘Halls of Residence’ would cost so much, and to be honest offer fuck all for it. I knew I was gay though I was ‘out’ it was still sort of ‘secret’, I had come out to family and friends just prior to setting off for Uni, but other than a few fumbled kisses, wanks and blowjobs (me giving) that was all the experience I’d had, though I will admit I’d been playing with my arsehole a lot using various vegetables whilst watching intergenerational porn on my laptop in my tiny pokey room no real mans cock had been up my arse. Then I read this article about an American girl who was selling her virginity to fund her college education, I thought it was funny and sort of ridiculous, but it must have stuck in my mind because about two weeks later it was a Friday night I was drunk and stoned on weed wanking to a daddy/son video and playing videos games when I remembered the article and grinning to myself stuck an ad on craigslist which read:- “cute ginger boy, smooth/toned, 18, 5’6 slim/toned, tiny waist, nice round bum, smooth (all over) VIRGIN arse, looking for generous Dads to help pay for Uni” I even put up a half profile picture of my face, which though was dark did give an indication of how cute (modest yeah) I was. Then I finished wanking to the porn, finished my joint and the bottle of wine before promptly falling asleep in my room. I woke up the next morning to the sound of my friend Julie hammering on the door, insisting I go swimming with her, I tried to beg off but a very large cup of coffee and a joint later I agreed to go with her, at the pool, a lido (and outside pool in the UK) I got changed into my green bikini brief (I thought the contract looked great with my bright red hair) and dived into the cold water immediately feeling reinvigorated. The sun was bright and warm, Julie and I swam and sunbathed on our towels at the side of the pool, it was lovely, because we were away from the other bathers, we soon indulged ourselves with a few joints and some ice-cold beers (that Julie had brought) I was laying on my front on the towel reading Shakespeare to Julie (we were in the same English literature course) I was enjoying the sun on my back and feeling the heat through my tiny swim briefs on my arse when Julie sniggered “there’s some old bloke checking you out”, I started to glance around as she exclaimed “don’t look you prick!!”, it made me laugh and ask “where and who?” Julie tilted her sunglasses “five o’clock, big hairy brute in blue trunks”, I did my best yawning sleep move and turned myself so I could see, and I saw a man mountain of muscle, a bit of a gut, lovely grey/white hair on the sides of his massive forehead/bald head and a blue swim trunk that was bulging to say the least, he looked like something out of mythology! I must admit my heart fluttered at the site of the neanderthal man, he was so manly, so earthy, beastly, animalistic, and so sexy I had to lay on my front to hide my cock because it was rock hard. I buried my head in my towel pillow as Julie got up and jumped into the pool with hetro minded fellow students. Then I felt a shadow over me, the sun literally went in, I looked up and the ‘beast’ was standing over me, he grinned and then sat on his haunches, the bulge in his trunks obscene, he felt my cheek “I saw your ad boy and I accept, meet me here at 8pm tonight”.

Why instead don't we ask how long that clown with the idiot haircut you folks elected on your side of the pond will stay in office? What is it with arrogant Brits who think they know enough about US politics to comment on whoever is president here? We endured four full years of a president who couldn't complete any sentence whatsoever, even reading it off a teleprompter, without dropping into a stream-of-consciousness rant about "crooked Hillary" or any of the other thousand people living in his delusional, sociopathic brain. I think we can endure another three years of Biden, who has, I might add, surrounded himself with intelligent, capable aides who can assist him in carrying out the duties to which he was elected, as contrasted with the collection of backstabbing, felonious grifters that surrounded the former guy, leaving us to lurch from one crisis to another with no one at the rudder and the purported captain of the ship too busy complaining about "hoaxes" and other idiocy to actually lead - or even to provide direction so that others could lead.

Somehow the fight started early in the morning. By 7 Trent was out of the house and driving vaguely downtown while calling hotels. The nice places seemed booked up and he turned into a crappy motel right off the highway. Whatever. He got a room for a couple of nights and went in. Yeah, it sucked in every way but the bed was fairly comfy. Whatever. He and Heidi had been fighting nonstop recently. But that morning had been another level. Whatever. He decided to relax. He got out his iPad and screwed around, finally going to a porn tube site. As he got more turned on he moved from teens to transwomen and finally to gay porn. He already knew he loved the 80s stuff. Without fully thinking, Trent took cock pics and then used the bathroom mirror to get his hole. He googled and then signed up for some hookup sites. "Tight bottom looking for sex this morning. Bring lube." He got a decent response and invited the first 3 guys who responded. A couple of generic 40s white guys and a late 20s hispanic dude. He figured at best one of them would show up. Instead 2 made it to the door at the same time and the third was there within another 5 minutes. Lol. They all brought lube. **** Trent was shy. He'd had gay sex one other time. An embarrassing incident during his honeymoon with Heidi in Las Vegas. She'd gone to bed long ago, he got picked up and went back to a guy's room to have a drink. Matt. Matt got aggressive as soon as they were back to his room. Trent was mostly blacked out but could remember begging for it. And getting it. Trent staggered back to the honeymoon suite around 3. He secretly took an hiv test a few months later and pumped his fist at the negative result. **** The guys in his room at the Red Roof Inn egged each other on. Trent was constantly sucking cock. They were tough on him and slid fingers in him. "You do have a tight ass," said one of his new friends as he positioned himself behind Trent. He squirted a bunch of lube on his cock and slid into his asshole. All the way. Trent got fucked hard and relentlessly for about 2 minutes. "Oh fuck yeah bitch. Take my load." He stayed inside as he finished ejaculating. After he pulled out the men in his mouth came around behind him and slid all the way inside. It was embarrassing to admit but he loved being fucked by a stranger. The second guy started talking dirty as the got close. "You're a faggot now you know that right?" He pumped hard and then slid all the way inside Trent. "Where do you want me to cum?" He asked. I only groaned. "Tell me where to cum." I still didn't respond. He fucked me faster and demanded, "tell me to cum in you." I did as I was told. I said I was a cumslut who would take any load in my tight ass. That satisfied him and he emptied his balls while thrusting in me. Fuck. I was overwhelmed. I asked the others for a minute and took a hot shower.

It's all "wash". The homeless in California is out of control and growing every day. Crime is not going down, it is going up, but due to recent law changes by the ruling party that now makes it "legal" to steal up to $900 worth of stuff, the crime is not being reported or recorded. Stores like Target are closing early to try to minimize the widespread theft. California used to be a great place to live, now it has turned into a great place to flee.

getting the load is why i get fucked

Tell everyone in school who gives you shit for being gay to FUCK OFF! Realize how desirable you are as a twink and go take every cock you can find. Don't waste time on trying to find some to fall in love with you. Never turn down a dick.

Obviously, there is the physical aspect: going raw feels better for all parties. But more importantly, I think, is the psychological aspect. I think many of us have tried to explain it in the various discussions on this topic—but for me for me, I think it’s the: 1. Feeling lucky/honored to be chosen by a man to receive the gift of his cock, fucking and sperm. Gay sex and bareback sex was so [banned word] for so long that honestly, I grew up thinking it would only ever be a fantasy. 2. Me giving away this most intimate piece of myself by letting a man into me, without any barrier, and allowing him to use me until he reaches climax. 3. The feeling of accomplishment that I was able to make a man cum. 4. The feeling of vulnerability that comes with being forced to accept whatever comes with his cum (the risk). etc. etc. etc. I just love worshiping the cock, and so much of that is the head space.

I love feeling it rush into my mouth the force snd it's warm. Love the taste and the idea of keeping my prize.

Don’t worry you will still get to fuck guys when your older (57) , and often hotter guys than I was fucking in my 30’s

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.

One More for the Road I wandered around a bit and was about to give up and go home when I saw a guy at one of the hallway gloryholes. He was pressed firmly against it letting some cocksucker feast on his dick. He was a tall, skinny, dark skinned black guy that looked like he was in his early twenties. He blended into the dark hallway and I only saw him at the last second. His firm bubble butt stuck out and just invited a hand and fingers to explore it. He didn't mind as I rubbed over each hard mound or when my fingers slid into his crack. I kept this up for a minute before my finger pressed harder into his hole. He clenched down and said "Nah bruh... I don't do that shit." I chuckled since he sure wasn't objecting to me feelin his ass. I put my arm around his shoulder and said "No one's gonna know" as I peeled him off the wall and down the hallway into an empty room. His long thin dick was pointing straight out. The door clicked shut and he really didn't put up a fight as I bent him over the bed and crouched down. The moan he let out as I pried his ass apart and pushed my face in told me everything I needed to know. He was one of those guys that was all top in public but once no one could see loved a good hard dicking. My tongue dove in, working its way past the tight ring. I was getting him good and wet and by the way he kept winking the ring and pushing back I knew he was eager to feel a hard cock inside him. I knew it was going to be a tight fit, but with a little more spit that I pushed in, I stood up. He reached back with one hand and spread his ass open, proving how bad he needed it. Pulling my foreskin back, I nestled the exposed head into his pucker, dripped another gob down and pushed. "Fuuuuck dude... go easy" he cried out. My hand rubbed up his back until I could push his head into the stained mattress. I spit another gob onto the head of my dick as I let up and then jabbed in. These were the types of guys I loved to breed when I initially found out I was poz. Ready to take some stranger's dirty load in private and then eager to share their newly enhanced seed in public. I pulled back a bit and shoved in deeper, hearing him scream into the bed. "Damn bro... you really are fuckin tight" I growled before pulling back again and stuffing my dick in all the way. He let out another scream as I'm sure he thought I was ripping him in two. I gave him a while to get used to my cock buried deep inside of him. Once he stopped squirming, I figured he was ready. My hips started to roll with long strokes plowing in and out of him. A few minutes later, the screams and the escape attempts were gone, now he was whimpering and taking it. I'd drill him for a minute and then thrust in hard and hold it there. Do him like that again and then drive in faster. The whimpers changed to moans and I let go of his head and moved my hands to his hips. "Yeah, you like bein my bitch, don't ya" I grunted while grinding my hips on his ass. "Ooohhh gaawwdd... fuck... fuuucckk... fuuuccckkk" he moaned out. I even felt him push back as I thrust in a few times and while he may have not answered my question verbally, he did with his body. I knew he was ready to get bred. I moved my hand back so it wrapped around the back of his neck. He was in that perfect head down, ass up position and I could really drill him. The bed was squeaking and we both were grunting. Part of me wanted to keep fucking him and the other half wanted to dump my load inside his fertile hole. My balls made the decision since his hole felt too damn good. With my cock almost out, it sprayed viral jizz as it drove all the way in. The last few spurts shot deep into his guts with my hips pressing hard against that beautiful butt of his. I stood there for a few minutes, letting all of my load drip out and my cock sealing everything in. "Fuck bruh. Ya wrecked my azz" he said gasping as he laid on the dirty mattress. Chuckling, I said "Yeah I did. Maybe even knocked that hot ass up... Now ya can go out and pound some pussy" I said breathlessly. I wiped my dick off with my towel and slapped his ass before opening the door and slipping into the hallway. It had been less than twenty minutes between finding him getting sucked and walking out of the room, leaving him dipping my charged load out of a very trashed hole. I made my way back down to the locker room and changed back into my running gear. As I went to toss my towel in the bin I noticed the large number of blood stains on it and wondered who left more - RJ or the last guy. Walking out into the still warm night, I took an easy jog back home.

I went over to the couch and managed to pick Katie up and take her to her bedroom. She flopped down on the bed and sighed. I got changed into something more comfortable, just a tank top and shorts, when I closed the drawer the container of poppers rolled out from under another pair of shorts. My cock twitched, betraying me, I put the tiny bottle in my pocket. As I exited the room I set up her umbrella against her door so if she opens it, I'll hear it and have enough warning. I enter the living space to find Cory and Stephen on the couch kissing and playing with each other. Stephen called me over. "Hmm, you need a better outfit, Cory," he said patting him on the ass "go give him something to wear." Cory smiled and got up and pulled me to the bedroom. "Have you ever worn a jock strap?" he said opening a drawer. "No is that those ass-less things?" "Yes, Damn you straight boys are boring nowadays. Here." he handed me a tiny piece of fabric. "lets see it". I slowly dropped my shorts and stepped into the jock, pulling it up all the way. It felt super strange, very exposed. "Really? Nasty pig?" I said finally reading the words on the strap. "I saw you that night, you're a nasty pig, just in training. Put this tank top on." I put the tight tank top on, grabbed my shorts and walked out to Stephen with Cory behind me. "Atta girl, I just let Danny into the building, you should let him in." As he finished that sentence the door opened and there stood Danny smiling. "Oh what a great surprise!" he said walking up to me, inspecting and circling me. His hand rested on the waistband and traveled along the rim to my back, he dropped his hand and gave my ass a squeeze. "On your knees bitch, I haven't cum yet today I'm over due." I got on my knees in front of him, I could see a bulge in his shorts. "He is not a big guy, there's no way his cock is this big" I thought to myself. "Come on sweetie, bring out your treat" I reached up and tucked my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled down, He cock sprang free from his underwear underneath and gently slapped my cheek. My mouth opened a bit in surprise. And then I realized I must have looked like one of those countless porns with "cock reactions" from the girls. "Go slow first, kiss all over my cock." I did as I was told, kissing the base, the underside, the sides and of course the head. His hand started to gently caress my head, running through my hair. "Lets go to the couch." Danny said stepping over to the couch and sitting next to Stephen. Stephen patted the couch next to him and I got on my knees facing him and Danny, reaching over Stephen to take Danny's massive cock into my mouth. Stephens hand rubbed my lower back, my ass and my legs. Danny's cock tasted freshly washed and was really putting a strain on my mouth and jaw, I'm barely in it. Danny's hands helped guide my head up and down his shaft. I did my best to take him as deep as I could, but I couldn't help but gag. He was gentle about it, when I would gag he would let up and slow down. He seemed to get close and he stopped me, "He needs some loving too." I felt a mouth press against my exposed asshole and a hand fished my cock out of the jock strap. then Stephens hand grabbed my hand, I was jacking Stephen off with my free hand, as I started to go down on Danny again trying my best to make him cum. Cory was jerking my cock while eating my ass, I had never felt a sensation like it before, his tongue working in and out, all around my puckered hole. Danny got worked quickly, moaned and grabbed my head again forcing my head down as he came into my mouth. Stream after stream coating my mouth, they were right, it was sweet. Stephen extended his legs and sighed, his foot kicking my shorts and I heard the bottle of poppers leave the pocket and roll across the floor, and everything stopped, I gulped. "You dirty slut, when were you planning on taking those?" Stephen said. "Right now" Danny said. "Go get it on your hands and knees" he said playfully slapping my face. I stepped down to the floor and crawled across the room to grab the poppers. I turned around and all three guys had their cocks in their hands gently stroking and watching me. "Go ahead". I shook the bottle, took a hit and was starting to feel really good. "Go to the bathroom and get in the tub you nasty pig" Danny said. Stephen and Cory both acted excited, "ooooo" and they got up and went to their bedroom as I got up and went to the bathroom, Danny following me with a hand on my ass. As we entered the bathroom Danny practically slammed the door, he pinned me against it and said "Have you ever kissed a guy?" I shook my head no. "You kiss me like I'm your girlfriend and I might let you leave this bathroom dry." I leaned down to meet his lips and quickly his tongue entered my mouth, we kissed for quite a while and other than the bit of scruff I'm not used to, it was pretty hot. My cock was pressing against the jock strap. Danny stopped the kiss, reached for my hand where the poppers were and lifted it up. "take 2 hits, 1 in each nostril. Then tell me you what you think I brought you in here for" I took the two hits as told and I could feel my inhibitions leave me. "You were going to piss on me?" I asked. "Do you want me to piss on you?" "I want you to do what you want," came out of my mouth. "what the fuck" I thought. "In the tub piggy" he said giving my ass a big slap. I opened the curtain and climbed in the tub getting on my knees. "You don't have to drink it all but you do need to try 1 mouthful." he said. I stared up at him and saw him relax as he let out a sigh. a stream of off clear piss trickled to my knees, up to my thighs, getting more powerful as he went up my body to my face, I opened my mouth and let it fill up. I tried to swallow but it was tough, as I struggled to figure it out. He let the stream wet my hair and continue to coat my body. *Clunk* I came to my senses. The umbrella I set up in Katies room had fell over. She's awake. There was a knock at the door. Danny called out, "1 second sweatheart". He motioned to open my mouth again, his stream filling my mouth. I swallowed it, he handed me the poppers and said "2 more hits". "Fuck" I thought, "what is he going to do!" he flushed the toilet clocked the curtain and opened the door. "Hey sweetie here you go." and I heard Katie enter the bathroom, sit and use the toilet. I was terrified, sitting in the tub less that 3 feet away, in a jock strap, covered in piss. I lifted the bottle to my nose and took a slow and deep hit of the poppers. Katie sniffled, finished, got up and left the bathroom, I heard her go back to her room and shut the door. I relaxed in the tub. I can't believe I didn't get caught. The door opened again and I practically jumped. "Oh. My. God." I heard Stephen say, "I can't believe you didn't get caught." "I know me too" I said about to get up. "Ah ah ah, stay there, we have to go you nasty little piggy" Both Cory and Stephen were standing there, semi soft cocks in hand pointed at me. The streams started to flow in the same way Danny's started, on my knees, all the way up to my face. "Did you drink Danny down?" Cory asked. I nodded. "Then open up" Stephen said. My mouth quickly filled with their piss and spilled all over me. they were done faster than Danny. "Danny wanted to fuck your ass but wanted to know if you ever tested POZ." "I tested negative last week." "Oh fuck" Cory said. "Isn't that a good thing?" I asked. "Yes," Stephen said, "Unless Thomas finds out, then he won't rest until he converts you" "Let's hope he never finds out then" I said standing up. "We're happy you're neg...for now. We have a lot of friends that want a piece of your ass." Cory said. "Yeah it will be a lot easier to share you" Stephen said. "That's funny guys, we'll see." "Rinse off and join us tonight. We get a piece first"

When I become positive.. I'm not going on meds.. I was meant to share myself in the most deepest of intimate ways!! The bond between all of my HIV positive / AIDS partners is undeniable! That invisible bond will never go away!

I like your doctor! I took truvada for over 6 months.. It made me feel ill. Sick.. nauseated.. My joints hurt. I told my doctor about these symptoms. Told him it is not worth me feeling so bad every time I take it. He said barebacking is a choice.. As I told him I will always bear back.. No matter what. As I explained to him having sex exclusively with guys with HIV or AIDS.. is so incredibly euphoric and hands down the most incredible sex I have ever had. I would never stop. I wish your doctor was my doctor.. My doctor is positive as well.. Can't tell you how many times I would want to tell him how much I would love to sleep with him.. would love to have risky sex with him! Accept his HIV DNA. I had a lot of vivid dreams as well.. many different categories.. most of them sexual.. I would love to ask your doctor to share his HIV with me.. ☣️✔️

First attempt at capturing my times as a compleat cumdump post COVID Chapter 1 Another Night as a Bathhouse Cumdump. This time in Atlanta GA. It was a Friday night mid fall I got ready in my hotel room and then went down to the local bathhouse it was around 3pm. I wanted to got a good room one with a swing I love swings there so much fun. Anyways I start to get ready in my room and after about 10mins there was a knock on the door “is that you Lee?” I recognized the voice it was JJ I opened the door and there he was a tall well built black man my hole twitched with the sight of him. I told him to come in and sit down. He came in and sat and before I could turn around from shutting the door he had his BBC out and was stroking it. I went straight to my knees and started to suck that bbc I slowly worked him tell he was hock hard and I had him cock balls deep in my through. He was holding my head and face fucking me by now and I was loving it. Then he all of a sudden he tossed me to the side and stud up. He told me to get in the swing and he would be back shortly. He then left I was still in shock but I did what he told me I wanted that bbc fucking me so bad by now I was willing to do anything. So I got myself pinto position in the swing I took a nice big hit off my popper and rite when I let it out the door opened. In walked JJ and he was fallowed by two other good looking back men. JJ walked over to me face and pulled his hard cock out and shoves it down my throat. I loved it at the same time I could feel one of the other guys starting to lick my hole it felt so good. This went on for about 5 or 10 mins then JJ pulled his cock out my throat and the 3 guy was quick to replace it and he was quite thick compared to JJ at the same time the guy that was licking my hole stud up and started to push the head of his rock hard cock agencies my now relaxed and tongue wet hole. The head of his cock slid in with almost no effort I was so horny and so ready to get fucked that he slid all the way in with no effort on his part at all. Now I was getting my tight hungry boy hole fucked and had a cock balls deep down my throat it was amazing. This went on for what seemed like only a few mins then the gay face fucking me pulled out and he was replaced by another 4th cock. I was surprised there was another guy in the room but then he to a brake and gave me a few popper hits and I was able to see that the door to my room was open and there were 6 guys in my room and looked like more outside wanting to come in. I was a bit nervous but then the poppers hit and I realized that’s why I’m here to be a cumdump whore and take all the cock and cum I can get. Poppers have a way of bringing the inner me out and turning me into the cum craving whore. I lay my head back down and start sucking yet another cock then I feel the guy fucking me start to pic up the pace and writhing a few sec he trust good and deep and unloaded in my hole. I felt him pump a few good loads in me then he slowly pulled out to leave me nice and sloppy for the next guy. It was amazing I love being pumped with a fresh cum load makes me feel good knowing I was able to help this random cock bust a big load. Then before I could take in the moment yet another cock slid into my loaded hole this guy was much bigger then the last guy this guy had to be at least 2.5in around and 8-9in long it took a few seconds for my hole to relax and let him all the way in. It didn’t take long before I was being fucked from both ends and they had a good back and forth pace going. Then my ha da we’re guided to hold and stroke a nice size cock in each hand. I was really getting really into the whole atmosphere in the room I gust wanted all the cum loads I can get rite now. Then the guy fucking me thrust deep and starts to unload in me felt like he shot cum in me for like ever he also pulled out slowly making sure to keep his load in me for the next guy. Then I her JJ talking “ hey guys this is my little cum hungry whore he will be here all night taking cock and of course your hot loads so tell your friends post it on your media I want to see him dripping from both ends with cum let load this little cumdump whore up tonight” and with that all the guys started to get excited and I could here phones going off and guys talking about how hot this is night is going to be. As this is going on I am getting fucked by another cock and I still had the cock in my throat. JJ then leaned in and told me your my bitch now and I’m going to let any guy I feel like fuck you tonight tell your room time runs out. I tried to look at him and mon yes daddy and just like that the cock in my throat starts to unload load after load I try to swallow as much as I could I even liked his cock and balls clean. “What a good cum whore your boy is I can’t wait to tell my friends tonight” then he slapped his semi hard cock agents my face a few times before walking off. I look up and see there is now a line of guys stroking there cocks waiting for a turn at me. JJ gave me a few hits and just like that I was ready for more and more cock and cum I put my head by and said “ come on guys load my holes with your hot loads give me all of them let’s brake my record” fuck yes boy what’s that record ? Before I could answer there was a cock being shoved down my throat. JJ replied 45 which was almost twice what my then recorded was of 21. I hear the guys start to get excited. “ fuck ya load this slut, I’m telling all my friends, hell ye it’s only 430 we just getting started with this whore, oh I just posted on on web page this is going to be a good night, fuck that sloppy hole. They cep saying things like that the rest of the night it didn’t stop and I loved every bit of it. Chapter 2 Getting Loaded So now it was around 430pm Friday night and I had the room tell 3am 12hrs if this pace keeps up I would get 20 something loads. I already had 3 loads in less than an hr and just as my brain was processing what the night was going to be like I had another cock face fucking me. Then I felt the guy fucking me start to unload in my hole he pumped old after load each time trusting deep then he just pulls out of my hole leaving me dripping and open for the next cock. And just like that another cock was in my hole fucking me it was amazing I was just there taking cock after cock with hits every so often. I slowly loads cont and with a few deep hits I started to encourage the guys to use me “ fuck yes give me all the cum, fuck me hungry hole, fuck I’m a whore fuck me good.” The guys started to cum faster when I was able to talk back so I did every time I didn’t have a cock down my throat. I was there in this swing lags strapped up my head leaned back and I was just getting cock after cock in me tell they cummed this went on for what seemed like hrs it started to slow down and JJ stepped in and started the fuck my throat “ fuck yes boy love your throat you still want more loads? Mmmmmhmmmmm I moaned good boy cuz we just getting started the night is still young your going to get way more then 45 loads you already got 18 loads in your whore ass boy”. Holy hell I thought I lossy count that dab what time was it I made it a point to try and spot the clock on in the corner of the tv. Took a bit but I was able to see that it was only 8pm wow I still got the whole busy time of the night to go at this house usually 10pm-2am. I was still getting fucked and JJ was still using my throat to stroke is bbc. I got fucked and filled by 5 more guys before JJ stopped fucking my face to let another guy use my throat. JJ gave me 3 big hits and said “ get ready boy I got at least 40 guys on there way and the house gave you the room tell 11am for free so all the morning goers get a chance at your whore ass boy”Omg can I even take cock that long em I ready for that fuck I don’t know then the poppers hit and I push the cock out my mouth “fuck yes I’m your cum whore daddy”. JJ smiled that’s my little popper cumdump whore. He gave me another hit and just like that I was back to getting cock after cock in me with hits a little more often now. I just let go and let myself be used as the cumdump whore I truly was. I could tell I was a bit latter in the night cuz the guys started to rotate faster I one agin got a look at the clock it was now 10pm the night was just getting started. My ass was numb by now and my jaw was getting sore but I still just wanted to take loads. Shortly after I realized wat time it was JJ leaned in and put a straw in my mouth “drink whore” I drank it was water I sucked the hole bottle down “that’s my little whore”. Chapter 3 The Next Cum Wave It was now 10ish pm Friday night and I was in the most popular bath house in Atlanta Ga I was about to get a lot more cock and cum loads. And just like that a group of 7-8 black guys walk in the room cocks out ready to fuck my holes. They didn’t wast any time and started to fuck my ass and throat. Fuck I love BBC just something about it turns me on to the max and I had a room full of BBC I was loving it. “ fuck yes give me all the BBC I love black cock” I don’t know why I said it but I did then I hear some one tell JJ that “ hey the club posted on there web page and your boy is about to get all the dick he can take”. I started moaning in agreement with what I just hard. And then I get a chance to say “Fuck yes give me all the fucking dick I’m your fucking cock whore daddy fill me with cum pleeeeaaaaaasssss” as another cock is getting shoved down my throat. I’m loving all the fucking my holes are taking it’s turning me on even more I crave this leave of getting turned I don’t want it to end I turn into this porno cock hungry bottom taking all the dick they give me and I’ll do anything for more cum in me the more I get in me the more and more I crave it. As I’m falling into hormone overload I get a fresh popper hit and I come back into focus and now see my room packed with guys waiting to fuck me must be around 15 or so and more at the door. I looked over at the tv clock and it was 12 midnight I take few more hits then a cock is shoved back down my throat I fade back into overload and I go back to cock after cock load after load and what seamed to be hit after hit. I was high as a kite by the time it slowed back down then JJ went back to using my cum glazed throat to stroke his BBC he did this why I was still getting fucked cock after cock I counted 8 cocks in me by the time JJ stoped and pulled his cock out. He gave me another water bottle to suck down “ that’s my cum whore let’s see your load count boy” he walked over by the door and got a pice of paper from off the wall and walked back over to me with it I could also see there was 6 guys in the room still wanting a turn at me holes. JJ started counting the marks on the paper as he used my throat again to stroke his BBC. As the number gets bigger he starts pumping my throat faster and faster he’s face fucking me by the time he stoped counting and I couldn’t hear the number but I didn’t care I wanted JJS load he was fucking my face with his big black bull balls slapped my forehead it felt amazing I was mowing in excitement. Then I feel JJ thrust deep in my throat and start to unload load after load straight down my throat he pumped at least 10-12 big loads before pulling out and spraying my face with another good 5-6 loads. “Fuck yes that’s daddy’s cum whore that’s load 50 whore and it’s only 2am still got the morning woods to drain your fucking cum whore bitch” as he is using his cock to push all the cum on my face into my mouth. Holy fuck 50 loads how is that even possible my body is starting to feel weak and heavy I can barely hang on with my hands. “Ten more cocks whore and we will take a brake I promise” all I can get out my mouth is a long mmmhhhhhmmmmmmm the last 10 cocks felt like an eternity then finally I get that 10th load up my now stretched out cum filled and dripping holes. All I can do is just lay there JJ closes the door and gives me another water he helps me out the swing and into the bed. He gave me a protein bar to eat and some more water. I eat the bar and drank most the water then lay my head on the pillow. “You get to rest for 2hrs whore then back to the swing for the morning crowd” said JJ. I closed my eyes and next thing I know JJ is waking me and helping me back into the swing. By the time I was all set up in the swing I was fully awake and I was surprisingly ready for more cocks and cum loads. JJ opened the door and then walked over and put his cock in my mouth. I was able to take him balls deep almost rite away and JJ loved it. After about a min or so I felt a hand on my ass and the guy started to work his finger in my still sloppy hole. He fingered me for about two mins then he stoped and I felt him put his cock head agent my hole it felt big like really big. He slowly started to push his cock agent my sloppy hole I tried to relax and let him slide in and just then JJ slammed his cock agent my throat and it made me push agents the fat cock pushing at my hole and he popped in my hole and went balls deep in one stroke from all the loads still in my hole. His cock was fucking huge at least as think as a beer can and at least 10+ in long. I tried to mon in pain but JJ was still balls deep in my throat. They booth slowly pulled there cock out tell just the heads were in my mouth and hole then the shoved them back in at the same time again I monned in a bit of pain but more pleaser this time. They did this about 8 more times and then they started a pace of back and forth with me. They just used me like a fuck dall and I was loving every bit of it.

I was in my early 20's. An occasional fuck bud invited me to have a threesome with a guy in West LA. My friend is a sexy light-skinned Latino guy with stunning green eyes and dark wavy hair. Skinny with a 7" or so cut dick. The third was a handsome hairy ginger guy with curly hair. He had a great body - not quite chubby but not skinny either - and an even bigger dick than my friend at about 8". I guess my friend had only met this guy in a one-one situation. My friend's married and at the time he wasn't on PrEP so he played safe (boo). The third wasn't having it, though. He pressured my friend to enter me bareback. It made my friend nervous, but he loved it. He entered me and came right away. I'm never opposed to quick breeding. I think he had some post-orgasm guilt, though, because he rushed to the bathroom to clean off his dick. That left ginger guy and myself alone. He told me to get on my knees and open my mouth. I assumed he was gonna stick his dick in there, but what happened was glorious. He started pissing a light yellow stream with a perfect flavor profile - not to dank, but not too watered down either. I was on my knees in front of this hunk of a man looking him directly in his eyes as he emptied his entire bladder. I didn't see my night going this way, but I went with the flow and gulped down every last ounce. Then I sucked him off a bit and he jerked off into my mouth. My friend got back to see the cum shot, but it wasn't until we left that I told him I drank the guy's gold. A few months later, I went out to the Eagle LA with that same friend, along with some of his other friends who I hadn't met. One of em, big bear of a white guy with dark hair and a beard, heard that I drank piss...at some point, he returned from the bathroom with a pint glass full of his piss. He told me to drink it all down without holding back without breaking eye contact...and I did. It was fucking hot. My Latino friend also brought back a third pint or so that I gulped down right after. Fun times.

Another intense chapter. Juan was damned if he did and damned if he didn't ask for a poz load. I wonder how many loads it will take until he converts :@)

Chapter 12 I was having an amazing dream, a hard dick was buried deep inside my pussy. Damn, it felt so real. I started to slowly wake up and realized I wasn’t dreaming. I pushed back and ground my ass against the body behind me. A tattooed arm came around me and pulled me even closer to his hot body. He nuzzled his face into my neck and started to nibble. Fuck he was driving me crazy. I was moaning with every thrust of his dick. “God damn I have seriously dreamed of fucking your cunt for years. I can’t believe you’ve become such a twisted slut. And to imagine a year ago you freaked out walking in on Josh breeding that kid.” “I know, what a dumb fuck I was. God Scotty, your cock feels amazing. I wish I’d let you fuck me in college. Straight guys have no clue what they’re missing.” I slammed back against his hard body and massaged his cock with my cunt. “Good god, you’re really loving this aren’t you.” “Yes, fucking breed me!” He started shooting his load. I was so into him fucking me I hadn’t even noticed that Josh and woken up and was sucking me off. He looked up at me grinning, “morning daddy.” “Don’t stop son, keep sucking maybe you can take one of my last neg loads.” “Fuck you guys are so hot!” I looked over at the doorway and saw Jimmy standing there stroking his cock. “Hope you don’t mind I was a little wiped out last night so I crashed on your couch.“ “Not at all boy. Hey Scotty can Josh cum in Jimmy yet or are all loads still earmarked for my pussy?” He chuckled still holding me tight, his dick starting to soften. Well you did take 24 loads last night. I guess it’s only fair to let Jimmy have a turn. One question for you boy, are you gonna bitch about taking his poz cock raw?” “Abso-fucking-lutely NOT! I’m never using condoms again, Jimmy said smiling like an idiot. As he said that I’d reached the edge and started coming in my son’s mouth. He pulled off my cock and motioned for Jimmy to get on the bed with his legs in the air. Josh dropped my load from his mouth into Jimmy’s pussy then shoved his hard cock inside. “Fuck, raw feels so much better. I can’t believe what a drama queen I was being. I’m so sorry for my behavior last night. Pound my pussy Josh fucking bred my poz cunt!” Scotty and I left the boys to their fucking and wandered out to the living room. It looked like everyone else had left but someone had been kind enough to put the food away last night since I’d been a little preoccupied. We sat on the couch and Scotty started laughing. “Well I have to say you throw one hell of a party.” “Yep, I must say that didn’t go exactly as planned but I’m certainly not disappointed in the outcome.” I was running my hands over Scotty’s tats admiring the artwork. “You should get some. At least a biohaz when you finally get knocked up.” “That would be hot. So can I ask, how bad is this flu?” “Honestly it depends, everyone’s different. Some are knocked on their ass and even hospitalized, others it’s just like a bad cold or the normal flu, and some lucky fuckers don’t get sick at all. Mine wasn’t too bad. Don’t worry though, we’ll get you through it.” “And there’s always Dr. Manning,” I added. “You do know this all started with my first visit to him.” “Wait fuck, are you serious?” He laughed, “yep my regular PCP has moved and the good doc had bought out his practice. He convinced me raw sex and no PrEP was the way to go. The rest is history.” “Damn he’s a good man.” “Agreed. I take it you met Chris and Matty?” “Holy shit Matty has a huge dick for such a small guy.” “I know right. Did he have his pozzing PA in or just his normal one?” “His pozzing PA?” “He must not have, trust me you would know what I’m talking about if he did. The fucking thing has spikes on it. Rips the hell out of your insides.” “Yea no, it was smooth. Thank god,” I laughed. We talked for awhile longer then jumped in the shower together to clean off, where of course he fucked me again. Damn I wasn’t sure my pussy could take much more. Twenty-six loads, yep that was definitely a new record for me. The guys left early in the afternoon and I took some time to relax and process the night. I had set a new record, helped a new poz boy accept his destiny and finally came out, in a huge way, to my best friend. All in all I’d say a very positive evening. The next week was pretty quiet. I gave my ass some much needed rest. I did manage to suck Andrew off in his office a few times but he was kind enough to give my cunt a few days reprieve to return to as normal as possible. It’d been three weeks from my first poz load so I was anxiously expecting the flu to hit at anytime but I felt great. I was still taking lots of loads. I even returned to the bar a few times. The first time was to return Abe’s butt plug but after another wild night I ended up needing to borrow it again. He told me just to keep it, I’d more than earned it. I also learned I was definitely more of a bottom. I did top a bit but come on, there’s nothing better than a hard cock buried deep in my ass. After four weeks I still felt great. As I was contemplating making an appointment to go see Dr. Manning and do an HIV test, Andrew called me into his office. “Hey Kevin, your old boss just called. Apparently they’re having issues with one of your old accounts and your replacement is just fucking it up. They’ve asked to borrow you for a few weeks in hopes you can fix this mess for them. I told them it was fine with me but you’d have to agree.” “Umm yea, I suppose I could go back. It’s just temporary right? You’re not getting rid of me.” He bust out laughing. “Are you kidding me. With as much time as I’ve spent on training your ass and mouth to be just the way I love them, hell no, you’re not going anywhere.” “Well, since you put it like that sure I’d love to help them out.” “Prefect, I’ll let them work out details with you, but plan on flying out this weekend and being there for at least two weeks.” So Saturday morning I found myself on a plane to the west coast. About halfway through the flight I started to feel like I was coming down with a cold. Oh great nothing like flying with a cold. Oh wait, maybe, could it finally be time?

Chapter 8 I walked into Dr. Manning’s office and his adorable receptionist looked up from his computer and smiled at me. “Good afternoon, can I help you?” “Hi, I’m Kevin I have a 4pm appointment with Dr. Manning.” “Welcome, Andrew didn’t tell me how hot your were.” I started blushing. Damn I was doing that a lot lately. “Mmm and you embarrass easily. Hot! Okay fill out these forms and we’ll get you going.” I filled out the paperwork and returned them to him. He looked them over and said, “yum, I never would have thought you were 51. Bet you have the young guys hanging all over you.” “I, umm, yea, umm no not really.” “Too bad. Well okay I’m Matty. Go ahead and have a seat. The doc’s running a little behind today but the wait shouldn’t be too long.” “No problem, thanks.” I took a seat and started looking at my phone. About five minutes later I heard the elevator open but wasn’t paying attention to the guy that got out on the floor until I heard Matty let out a shriek. I looked up and saw him hugging and kissing what looked like rather nice young man. I just smiled a little jealous I didn’t get a greeting like that. I wouldn’t mind Matty’s tongue down my throat. They broke apart and continued talking but I couldn’t make out their conversation. Soon the other guy turned and started his way over to where I was sitting. “Holy fuck!” The guy said. “Dad what are you doing here?” Josh asked me taking the seat next to me. “I’m here to see the doctor. What do you think I’m here for,” I said grinning. “Very funny dad. No seriously why Dr. Manning?” “I’ve got a little problem and my boss recommended him. Said he’s the best.” I was so focused on Josh that I hadn’t realized Matty was now standing right in front of us. “Sorry to interrupt,” the huge grin on his face contradicted his statement, “but Josh, did you call him dad, as in this is your real dad not some daddy you picked up at the bar?” Now it was Josh’s turn to blush. I jumped in to save him, or embarrass him more, just depends on how you look at it. “Yep I’m his real dad. My sperm helped create this fine specimen of a man you see before you.” “Dad really please stop talking.” “Now Josh, is that any way to speak to your father?” Matty asked, trying not to laugh. “Maybe he should take you over his knee.” “Matty please I’m begging you stop talking.” “Josh at times like this I find the best way to get Matty to stop talking is to put something in his mouth.” I looked over and saw someone else had joined us. “Hi, I’m Chris, Dr. Manning’s nurse. I’m guessing you’re Kevin?” We shook hands and he squeezed mine a little before letting go. Chris was gorgeous, over 6 feet tall, hairy arms; he filled out his scrubs nicely. His top was so fitted I could easily see the outline of a pierced nipple. “Matty, I’m sure you can find something to keep Josh occupied with while I take care of my next patient.” He winked at me then took my hand to lead me to the exam room. “So Kevin, lets get your vitals. I understand you’re here for an STI check,” he grinned at me and I shook my head yes. He got everything he needed then went through the standard questions. I smiled when he got to, “are you sexually active?” I started laughing. “Oh right I guess that would be a yes. Do you have sex with men or women?” “Well, lately it’s been just men.” “So would you consider yourself bisexual then?” “Up until a few weeks ago I would’ve said straight, but today I’d say 100% gay.” “Well excellent. Welcome to the family, I think you’ll fit in nicely. Okay sit tight and the doc will be in shortly.” He squeezed my knee and left the room. A few minutes later Dr. Manning walked in. He shook my hand and introduced himself. “So Kevin, I understand you’re one of Andrew’s boys.” “Umm well I guess you could say that, but actually he’s my boss.” “Mmm that must be convenient for him. I know I alway love having a willing hole hole or two around whenever I need to release.” Okay wow just where the hell had Andrew found this guy. “He’s been good to me,” I said not really sure how to respond. He had an amazing smile. “So Andrew did give me a little bit of info about why you’re here but why don’t you give me all the details.” “Well, I ah, kinda had unprotected sex over the weekend. A lot of unprotected sex.” “Hey no reason to be ashamed. Trust me no judgement here. I think it’s important for guys to embrace their true nature. So let me ask you, are you HIV negative?” “Well honestly I’ve never been tested. I was married to a woman but haven’t had sex in a very long time. So I think it’s safe to say up until last Friday I was negative. Now after that well,” I shrugged and smiled at him. “Based on what you’ve just told me I’m guessing you’re also not on PrEP? “Correct.” “Andrew mentioned that he and Greg gave you 3 loads each.” “Yes that’s right.” “And you know Greg was just recently confirmed as having full blown AIDS?” I shook my head yes. “How did it feel when he ejaculated his extremely toxic cum deep inside your body?” “It was absolutely amazing sir. I mean part of me was like ‘what the fuck are you doing,’ but the other part of me was ‘fuck yeah more please!’” “I’m guessing based on your visit to me today, the ‘more please’ part of your brain won out,” he said chuckling. “Ahh yea, that’d be an accurate statement. I may have stopped at a bar on the way home and ended up with another seven loads.” “That’s great! I’m really proud of you. Why don’t you take your clothes off and we’ll see what’s going on.” After what happened with Andrew I didn’t even think twice, just stripped down. He examined my cock first. It had some puss oozing out. “Is it painful to urinate?” “Like pissing glass.” “We’ll run tests just to be sure but I think it’s safe to say you have gonorrhea. I’ll go ahead and give you some antibiotics to start clearing that up. Why don’t you stand up and bend over the table so I can examine your anus. After so many guys used you let’s check to make sure there’s no damage. Did you bleed?” “Well Greg and Andrew used a toothbrush on me sir.” “Damn sounds like they were thorough. We’ll do an HIV test too although I’m sure it’s too early for that to come back as positive just yet.” He started his exam of my ass rubbing his fingers over my hole. I started to moan a little and he chuckled. “Oh shit sorry sir.” I was so embarrassed. “Don’t apologize son, that’s just your true nature coming out. Let’s me know Andrew was definitely right about you.” “Ahh what’s that supposed to mean?” “How many times did you come Friday night?” He asked instead of answering my question. “Umm only once, and it was pretty early in the evening.” “Did you play with yourself at all?” “My cock? No, my cunt, every time I didn’t have a dick in me.” “Son, you’re a bottom cum slut whore who’s purpose is serving real men and your only concern is this beautiful pussy and having a real man’s cock inside you. You’re not concerned about cumming or your average sized penis it’s all about your ass. Now don’t get me wrong, you’ll be asked to top occasionally to share your gift with other bottoms but mostly you’re just here to service real men.” “Okay sir,” I said feeling a little dejected. What the fuck had I become. By this time his fingers had entered me and he was massaging the inside of my cunt. “Oh Kevin, no no, you miss understand me. This is nothing bad at all. In my world, which you are know definitely apart of, bottoms like you are very special to us. Not many guys are willing to bend over and take any load offered to them without asking or caring about status. Too many bottoms today go on PrEP so they can be total sluts without having to worry about catching the bug. Those guys are being very disrespectful to all the real men out there who have a special gift to share. Let me ask you, when the guys at the bar fucked you, did you ask any of them their status?” “No sir, I just wanted their cum. I didn’t care about anything else.” “Exactly my point, son. This is nothing to be ashamed of, embrace who you’ve become.” With that he now had four fingers deep inside me massaging my prostate. “Your cunt feels amazing, it’s healed nicely and really opened up for my fingers.”About this time there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Chris stuck his head inside. “Doc can I have a minute?” “Just come in. My fingers are rather busy at the moment.” Chris went over to the doc and whispered in his ear. “Well damn, really?” “Yep, ask him.” “So Kevin, Chris here tells me your son is Josh who just happens to be in my other exam room.” I was having a really hard time concentrating with his fingers inside me. “Ahhh, yes sir.” “Does he know what a slut his dad’s become?” “No sir, he thinks I’m still straight.” “And just what do you think he’d say if he saw you bent over my table with four fingers in your cunt moaning like a whore?” “Honestly I don’t know sir.” He removed his fingers and said, “okay, Chris would you please draw his blood for a full STI panel and give him his antibiotics. Once you’re done, go ahead and move him to the other room.” He winked at Chris and I started to get nervous. I’ll go finish up with my last patient of the day then Josh and I will come join you.” “Umm doc, I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me but, uhh, this was not exactly how I envisioned coming out to my son.” “I know Kevin, but some opportunities are just too good to pass up. And remember, your doctor always knows best!” With that he winked at me then left the room. Chris started chuckling. “This is so not funny,” I said. “Kevin relax. Something tells me we’re going put that beautiful ass of yours through quite the workout tonight. Now is that such a bad thing?” “Well...” “Exactly!” He smiled at me, “and trust me, you’re going to love your sons cock inside you; he shoots the biggest loads.” This was so not how I pictured my evening going.

Part 27 　 I had no idea what Hank was talking about, but I didn't care at this point. I was fucking his ass and it felt incredible. I know he had been fucked before, and probably many times, but his hole was still tighter and silkier than any pussy I had ever had. I could feel his hole gripping my cock on every stroke. I knew it was not going to be long. I could feel the thrill of cum starting deep within my balls. I started to feel the build up and yelled, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Going to fill your ass full of my hot cum!" He yelled, "yeah, boy, do it! Get rid of the last of your pure cum in me!" Then I felt it, the surge of my cum flowing up out of my balls and then up the shaft of my cock and spraying his insides, throbbing harder than I ever remember. It was fantastic and I thought I would never stop spewing it out. Finally it stopped and I collapsed on him. Both of us breathing hard. Then he was whispering to me, "Damn, boy, that was so good. Didn't I tell you how good cumming deep in an ass was? The best feeling there is. I want to show you, now and seed your hole like you did mine and show you what you have been missing." I was in total bliss as we lay there kissing and catching our breath. I was looking him in the eyes as he said that. I hesitated for a few seconds and then nodded. I couldn't speak or I might have said no and I wanted, at this point, to feel what he was talking about. He did not give me any time to change my mind. Hank rolled us over so I was on my back and he climbed on top of me. He was kissing me deeply and then lifted my legs up and put them over his shoulders. I was almost upside down. He did not break our kiss and I felt his hand at my hole and then his fingers entered me in one hard rough thrust. He twisted them around as he ground his lips against mine, stifling any sound I could make, and I felt his fingers ramming in and out of my hole. Then he leaned back a little and as his fingers drove in and out of me a few more times, I almost screamed as I felt his fingernails drag hard on the out stroke. It was painful as hell and the last time, I started to definitely yell, when his lips dropped onto mine stifling it and cutting me off as his fingers roughly were pulled out of my ass. It felt like he had drug my whole insides out with them. Then with hardly any time between, I felt his cock at my hole and it was driving into me. He didn't even go slow, but drove it deep into me in one hard plowing thrust. It was too much, too fast, and I gasped and froze in place. I was pinned down in this position and could do nothing but clamp my ass and groan. He let his lips come away from me then and whispered, again, "sorry about the speed and force, but I didn't want to take a chance you would change your mind. Now, your ass is going to be mine." As he said that, he started to fuck me hard, no, he started to assault my hole hard. He went from 0 to 100 in nothing flat. He was driving into me with such force I could not get a breath. He soon had me about as upside down as I could be, with my ass pointed straight up and he was basically pile driving my ass with my own cock pointed right in my face. His hands were on my shoulders, pressing down and I could not move. The pain was fading though to be replaced by pleasure. I was gasping now. He said quietly, "yeah, boy, your hole is like velvet. I love a hardly used hole. I am going to plant my seed so deep in you you will be converted for sure tonight. My HOT seed will change you forever. You will remember this night all the rest of your life." His onslaught kept on and on and soon the pleasure turned to ecstacy and I could not think of anything else but that piston driving in and out of me. He kept up a steady talk, most of which I didnt understand and the way I was feeling I didn't care about. He was saying, "your ass is so good. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant with my fertile seed. You will be one of us now." He kept this up, over and over, and I found myself almost yelling, "give it to me! fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! Blow your hot cum in me! I need it so bad! OMG, it is fantastic!" He kept it up for a good, I am sure, 20 minutes or more. Then he was saying something quietly and I almost couldn't hear it, "your hole is so good. I can feel it starting to pull the cum out of me. It is going to blow soon. You are going to get every drop of my toxic load in you. I can tell this will be a big load and I am going to grind into the walls of your ass so it takes hold." Another 5 or 6 minutes later and he looked me in the eyes telling me, "look into my eyes deep. I want to see how much you love this when I charge you up with my 'viral? load. I wasn't understanding, but I wanted him to fill me, I needed it so bad now. Then his movements started to become jerky and I knew he was ready to cum. All at once, he drove into me one last time, hard and grinding and yelled, "I'm cumming now. Giving you my hot hot hot AIDS cum now!" Before I had time to actually digest what he had said, I felt his cock throbbing in me and his cum spraying my insides. My own cock started to spray at the same time and being right over my face, I without realizing it, opened my mouth and took my load down my own throat. Hank ground and ground into me and I didn't think either of us was going to stop cumming. Then it was over and as I was coming down from that high, it hit me what he had said. My eyes popped wide open and I was stunned speechless. Did he say what I thought he had said? He was looking me right in the eyes as that dawned on me. He kind of nodded and said, "you heard what I said didn't you? Now you really know what a conversion party is. You are going to convert all right, to having HIV. I could only lay there shocked beyond belief at what I had let happen. Before I could get my mind wrapped around that, Hank was slowly fucking my ass again as his cock was still hard. I could not move. I was frozen in place as he again, started a good pace and he said, "you are so hot, I will not last any time at all this time." With that he drove into me one last time hard and I could feel his cock throb again as he unloaded another load of his HIV cum into me. It hit me then and I found myself sobbing. What the hell had I done? What do I do now? Hank rolled us to our sides and held me close trying to soothe me, kissing my tears away and crooning softly to me, "you will be ok. I think I love you and want you with me forever." I had no answer as my mind was completely blank and then I fell asleep in his arms.

This is a true story of one of the nastiest nights of my life. I posted it in 2008 on another gay stories site and just found the original copy on my PC as i am cleaning it up for an upgrade. I re-read it and got rock hard remembering the 2 days of nastiness i experienced. It got huge reviews so I thought Id post it here and maybe finish it since originally i only posted 2 parts out of 3 _________________________________________________________ It was a Saturday early evening around 5:00pm or so and I was online as usual looking to chat with any wild freaky uninhibited top that would chat. The truth is while I had fantasized a billion times about freaky dominant scenes, I rarely even met guys online, or in real life. Now I’ve done the adultstore video booth thing but only a few times and really never did anything more than get an occasional blowjob. I usually was always way too shy to even leave the door open most of the time. But today, online, there was this kid that IM’ed me and we started to chat. He was someone I was chatting with for like 2 months and over time told him every nasty freaky fantasy I had, the kind of things you tell a guy when you know you’ll never meet the guy so you don’t have to worry about backing out in person. He was extremely local, like one town over, which never happens. He asked me if I wanted to come over, get naked and party like a freak cause he had something that’d really loosen me up. I was very nervous because I knew what he meant, Up until now I had only done the poppers thing and they really got me wild. He told me he had the house to himself and a hottub in the back yard and a closet full of leather. Without me asking he turned on his video chat and before long up came a video window. It was of an empty couch, I thought it was a still picture, then a waff of smoke passed by the picture, he was off camera teasing me. I finally agreed and he gave me a place to meet him on main street because he had to walk his pitbull. I took a fast shower, shaved my cock and balls and cleaned up, stepped out of the shower and dried off. Then I slipped on my ass-less leather chaps, no underwear, and pulled my jeans on over them, slipped on a wifebeater, and sneakers and headed out the door to walk up to the meeting spot. It was a hot day and by the time I had walked the 8 blocks, my ass and legs were soaked with mansweat. I got to the spot and saw this stocky blonde man in a wifebeater, and shorts, waking his dog just like he said. We introduced ourselves and jumped in his truck and drove around the block to his house. It was an old Victorian, we walked into the house and into the living room. A big room, fireplace, couch, chair, glass coffee table and a huge tv. He passed me a bottle of water, and sat down in the chair, spreading his legs and reaching for something to smoke. I chugged the bottle, wondering if it was a good idea to ask if it was a sealed bottle but to be honest I didn’t wanna know if he had spiked my water. He knew I wanted to be pushed into being a slut even if I said I changed my mind once I got there, because that’s exactly what I told him. He was hot and I was feeling so horney from the sweaty fast walk in the heat, leather chaps sticking to my legs. He sat there, taking a few big drags off the pipe, and eventually held it up to my lips. He knew I was a virgin to this so he helped me get started. I took a huge drag, and then another, and then another, but he stopped me and said it’d hit me hard so I should take a break. I wondered if he meant the smoke or the water, it was hot not knowing. I sat there on the floor starting to feel real sweaty, I slipped off my sneakers and sat up on the couch. He picked up the remote off the table and turned on the tv, and there was a gay porn already running. A room full of black boys gangbanging this skinny white kid. Click here for Best Bareback website I looked over and my buddy (and by know you should have figured out I didn’t even know his name) was rubbing his bulge hard, he told me to kneel in front of him and I obliged. He asked me if I still wanted to get pushed was past my limits and I said yes. He told me to finish off my bottle of water and then I was sure he spiked it. I took the water and chugged the rest. No sooner did I put the plastic bottle on the table and I started to feel this rush probably from the first ½ of the water I drank and the smoke. He reached down and grabbed me by the hair and picked me up onto his chest, again reaching for that pipe, lighting up and sticking it in between my lips. I took 2 big drags, one after the other and then realized it was really all kicking in fast. He leaned into my ear and started sucking on my ear wet and wild, he stopped, pulled back and pushed the pipe in my mouth again, and told me to suck hard. I took 3 more huge drags and really was soaking with sweat now and my head was swirling. He pushed me off him and stood up and stripped naked, and told me to get naked too and said he’d be right back. He went upstairs, I stood up feeling really out of it, took off my short and jeans and sat back down. I could feel this uncontrollable urge inside to just start grinding my cock into the couch so I did. My cock started to get semi hard but my crotch was soaked in sweat and I was feeling real fuzzy, I turned over and sat down on the couch with my cock dangling over the edge. I reached over and took the pipe myself and started to take drag after drag when I heard him coming back downstairs. I looked up and he had a leather collar and a huge dildo in his hand and he was wearing this leather harness and nothing else. He took the pipe from me and told me I was clearly ready to be a total fucktoy, I just didn’t believe it myself. He handed me the collar and told me to put it on tight, so I did. The dildo had a huge suction cup at the base, he pushed the magazines on the table off onto the floor and slammed the dildo onto the edge of the table sticking straight up. He sat back down on the chair, and signaled me to come over again between his legs, his cock was rock hard and grabbed my head by the hair and slammed my face down into his sweaty crotch, I couldn’t believe how hard he rammed his cock into my face. His cock and balls were all sweaty and I just opened my mouth up wide and buried his cock in my mouth, slobbering all over it, I was uncontrollably sucking on his cock when I felt him start to cum, he grabbed me by the hair and pumped my face mindlessly, till I gulped every drop of cum. I sat up and waited to see what he wanted me to do next. He leaned over, grabbed me by the throat and said “I’ll only ask you this one more time, do you really wanna find out how much you can take?”. At this point I was clearly totally mindlessy out of it but hungry to let go so I said “Yes!”. I expected o be flipped over and fucked like I had never been fucked before lol, and it made me real real nervous but excited. He grabbed me again by the hair and slapped me across the face hard. My ear was ringing and I could feel my cock start to get hard. To my surprise he told me he had plans and couldn’t play much longer. I looked at him and said he had to fuck me, he got me to this insanely horney state and now he was gonna leave me? I started to grab at my cock, slapping it hard begging him to fuck me. But he said he couldn’t. I told him, which was completely true, that I had never felt so horney in my life, but he already knew the state I was in. He told me to turn around and bend over, stick my ass up in the air and stay still. I was kinda confused, but I did what he said. I bent over and stuck my ass up, then I felt this hard plastic tube press against my hole and poke on my ass, he told me to stay still and if I did, I’d get exactly what I wanted. So I assumed he was lubing me up to fuck me. I felt this warm swish into my ass, he pulled the tube out and told me to stay in that position. Next I felt the pipe again against my lips, he leaned into my ear and said “I want you to suck on this pipe as many times as you can, the more drags you take the wilder time your gonna have, so I figured he was teasing me with the “I don’t have a lot of time” excuse. I layed there on all fours taking drag after drag when he finally stopped me, and pulled me up to my feet. He told me to get dressed. I was completely confused and feeling insanely horney. All I wanted to do was slide my fingers in my ass now and finger fuck myself. He told me to leave on the collar and follow him. We went out to his car and he started to drive away, I asked him if he was really into me cause I’d do whatever he wanted. He said he didn’t have time to play anymnore today, but that I had done twice as much ‘smoke’ as any new kid he’d used, so in the next 20 minutes I would e out of control horney and would wanna fuck anything and there was no way to stop the urge. I said why would you get me all fucked up and then drop me off at home, that was mean. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number, he then said to me he gave me something. A booty bump, and in like 15 minutes I would have this uncontrollable urge to get fucked in my ass nonstop for hours. I was starting to get frustrated thinking I’d have to finger myself for the next hour alone, then he started talking into his cell, all he said was “I’ll drop him off in 5 minutes, he’s wearing one of my leather collars and he is totally pumped full and ready to go”, and then he hung up. I was starting to get it. We pulled up to the only adult bookstore in the area with video booths. The same place I had been like 5 times before for some really mild action. He told me if I wanted to have exactly what I kept saying I wanted, I was to go into this place, and wait for one of the 2 booths all the way in the back to free up and to go into one and leave the door open. Then he handed me two more bottles of water, He said, before you go into the booth, go to the bathroom and chug a whole bottle, and then go to the booth. He told me NOT to drink the other bottle till later in the evening when I was told to. By now my heart was beating real hard and I was covered in sweat. He pointed to the bus stop across the street and said its up to me. Either take the bus back to my town or go into the video booths, I got out and almost staggered a bit. He closed the door and drove away……

Ram's Training Begins. After chatting and flirting and chatting somemore. I convinced Ram that he'd eventually need personal training session. By now, Joseph new well of me and the three of us had chatted online but i kept my focus on Ram. I ignored Joseph which I new was bothering him as I paid more attention to Ram. On two occasions, Ram mentioned that they had had discussions about me and how we flirted, but I would also give Joseph just a little attention so Ram could use that as leverage in those fights. Ram knew quite well that our flirting was getting heavy. He would send me progress pics of himself and i'd make comments that would get his faithful boner hard and he'd have to ask me to stop. To which I apologized and then wouldn't speak to him for a few days, even if he wanted me to. It was a long game but the goal of making him want to cheat. beg to cheat and even more beg to be pozzed repeatedly was well worth it. I learned that both Ram and Joseph were very much vers, and worked my way to the point that Ram felt comfortable talking about sex. we joked about dick size and how Joseph was more of a bottom than Ram and even a bit of a size queen. Ram was more causal but happy to have pride in his thick 7.5 incher. When I had told him about the size of my cock he couldn't help but exlaim during one of our late night chatting sessions. 9.2x6.1?! how the hell do you know that specifically?! boys like to measure. i guess it makes them feel accomplished I mused. here take a look > Holy fucking shit don't send me stuff like that! Ram typed hysterically i could only imagine It's just a dick If joseph saw that he's gonna get pissed. haha, you boys need to chill i'm not gonna fuck either one of you you know you want to You boys are cute, but i'm poz. There was a long pause. several times the ellipses lit up showing he was trying to think of what to say. Man...I'm sorry? For what? I'm proud to be. Really??? Its a rush to know you're completely free. You don't have to worry about it anymore, and also when you find a guy who knows and wants you too. the rush of raw fucking is even more amazing. Wow... you fuck raw?! Yes of course I have meds so its "safe" unless I get off of them. I only fuck raw. That's kind of scary man... Its the hottest sex ever Rambo We never fuck raw...well thats a lie, lol sometimes we do but... You love it raw, don't you boy? hahaha yeah i do... Slowly I planted the seed in his brain that raw seed was what he needed and wanted. Then after more chatting and talking one night he texted me. Hey! big guy! what you doing? Nothing much boi, just here at home. cool...have you worked out already? not yet, was going to soon. cool...I was wondering if i could get that personal training session we talked about... Of course boy, you know I'll give you a good workout anytime haha don't say it like that grrrrr. lol Is joseph going to be joining us, so I know how much water and weights to set up. No...hes out of town with family for the weekend. that cool? of course rambo. He must of raced over or already have been near my place because he arrived within about five minutes. He was decked out in good looking under armor and I suspected he was also wearing some cologne. I opened the door wearing only workout shorts and good jockstrap. "I'll never get use to your body, man," he said as I led him to the garage gym. "You better. You're gonna be seeing a lot of it today." We laughed we joked we worked out. but the sexual tension was building and I loved it. I could feel with every rep I spotted him for the urge to touch the want to put his mouth on me. Creating the chemistry was just part of that fun building him up until he finally caved. We finished up and he laid down on one of the benches. I looked at him and rubbed his chest just once, saying "I'm fucking horny, Rambo." He laughed, then stopped and became serious. "You serious?" In reply I stripped off my shorts and tweaked my nipple. My cock began to grow until it was protruding out of my jock strap. His jaw dropped, so I pushed the envelope a step further saying "I'm gonna go inside and jackoff. You know the way out?" "Y-y-yeah...." "Cool, unless you wanna JO too...." " I should go...." "All right man, great workout," as I walked over and offered a fist bump. When he raised his hands he revealed his own tent in those under armor shorts. He blushed looking from me to my cock to his cock and back. "Jack off with me bro," I urged. "Man...I don't think I should." "Don't worry about it, we won't be gay about it, we already are," I laughed, adding "I won't touch yours if you don't touch mine. The porn's inside." Ram smiled and nodded and followed me inside. I played some raw porn of some hot jock getting fucked and bred by some older daddy. Ram dropped his shorts and sported a respectable thickish seven and a half inch cock, but it was nothing against my niner. We jacked and every so often Ram would look at me as I milked the precum from my dick. "Fuck," he finally muttered as he gave up watching the porn and focused on watching me. I squeezed a big glob of dirty precum and covered my uncut cock with it, and looked at him smiled. He returned my smile and tried to go back to the porn, but within a few seconds was again fixated on me. I let go of my dick and looked directly at Ram, suggesting "Go ahead, give it a tug." He smiled and shook his head looking down at himself. "You know you want to, boy. Give it a tug." He looked into my eyes and i could feel the hunger in him as he reached-over with his right hand and began to jack me. "Fuck..." he moaned a little while I guided his hand. "Fuck yeah, boy," was my response. He started to jack my cock with two hands. "Fuck yeah boy milk that dick." With that he again looked at my body, up and down, and then returned to the handjob he was giving me, quickening his speed. Again I tortured him, by murmuring "Fuck yeah, Ram, milk my dick." He continued milking my dick as his breath became increasingly uneven, all the while biting his lip. Then I saw it: he opened his mouth and was about to put the head in when i grabbed his head and stopped him. "Don't do that." "Why not?" "I'm poz Rambo." "I thought you said it was safe." He was suddenly thinking about what he was doing. "I ran out of meds." In actuality I had plenty of meds, but rather had deliberately stopped taking them a week earlier. "Don't suck it." He looked genuinely disappointed and slightly nervous. "I want to blow my load on your chest. Don't stop." With that Ram smiled and continued to jack me off. "Fuck yeah boy, I'm close. You want this load?" "Fuck yeah, man!" "You want me to blow this load all over you?" "Fuck yeah!" "Poz fucking load boy. You want me to spray this dirty fuck load on you?" He paused and bit his lip. I grabbed my cock out of his hands and started to jack it. "Do you want this fucking poz load on your chest, boy?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and answered "Yes." I blew string after string of thick dirty poz cum, caking his smooth stud chest, rubbing the last drops on his neck and down his chest. When I stepped back he lubed his cock with my cum, and jerked himself until he blew his load. We showered one after the other and got dressed and then I walked him to my door. "Fuck man, that was crazy hot," he said, still mildly breathless with what happened. "Nothing happened man. Just two guys jacking it." He thought about it and I could tell a part of him agreed. "Your cock is fucking monstrous." "Glad you liked it. If you want come over tomorrow we can have a rematch after another workout." He smiled and nodded. And he did come back again on both Saturday and Sunday, each time letting me blow my poz load on his body. His hunger grew. Joseph came back and Ram said he would continue working out with me, and for a week he did. And on each of the four times, he couldn't wait to let me cover him in poz cum. After six days of working out together, and being covered with poz cum, all the while I withheld taking meds, now for two or so weeks, I knew it was time to take things to the next level.