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Brian knocked on Mr. Miller’s office door. He checked his watch and found that he was a few minutes early. He felt a bit nervous, not knowing what Mr. Miller had planned for his final. It was Brian’s sophomore year in college, and while he did well in most classes, Brian found his psychology class was kicking his ass. Brian wasn’t a bad student. His mind just didn’t click when it came to psychology. That’s why he had been so relieved when Mr. Miller offered to help him raise his grade. Mr. Miller had given Brian videos to watch to help him memorize information, and after weeks of videos, Brian was feeling ready. “Your final will be held in my office at three,” Mr. Miller said. “Make sure to watch the review video the night before. It’ll help make sure you’re fully prepared.” The idea of being alone with Mr. Miller also excited Brian since he had a huge crush on the man. Mr. Miller was in his 40s, black hair with bits of gray starting to show through. Bits of chest hair stuck out of his shirt collar whenever Mr. Miller wore polo shirts. He was around 6 foot 3 which was a few inches taller than Brian. Brian knew that Mr. Miller used the school’s gym whenever he could, leaving him with a strong body. Brian had never been able to see Mr. Miller at the gym himself, though he had tried to on several occasions. Seeing Mr. Miller in the showers would send Brian to an early grave if it ever happened. Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Miller was straight from what he knew. Every female student tripped over themselves when they saw him. Brian knew many hoped they could get knocked up by him. Secretly, Brian would have wanted the same thing if he had been a woman. The idea of having a part of Mr. Miller growing inside of him gave Brian a boner as he stood outside the office door. The door opened, revealing Mr. Miller inside. “Hey, Brian. Come on in.” “Thanks, Mr. Miller” As Brian entered the office, he breathed in deep, smelling the cologne Mr. Miller always wore. It filled the space. Brian’s cock throbbed as he leaked precum into his boxers. As Mr. Miller circled around to his desk, Brian adjusted himself, hiding his growing bulge. “So, have you been diligent in watching all the videos I’ve sent you?” “Yes, Sir,” Brian said. “I found them informative. I really feel like I’m understanding psychology.” “That’s great, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “And you watched the review video last night?” “Sure did,” Brian told him. “Sounds like you’re ready,” Mr. Miller said. He turned to his computer and started typing, his eyes looking at Brian for a brief moment. “Shall we begin?” “Sure,” Brian said. “Good.” Mr. Miller pressed a button on the keyboard and a sound filled the office. Immediately, Brian’s eyes glazed over and his expression changed from nervousness to a blank stare. “You have watched the videos diligently,” Mr. Miller said, smiling. “Many students in the past have skipped several or failed to even try watching any of them. I’m glad to have someone so committed now under my control.” Mr. Miller stood up and locked his office door. He had made sure his schedule had not shown any meetings that day, making it look as if he was nowhere to be found. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of Brian who was still staring straight ahead. “Tell me, Brian, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you, Master,” Brian said, his voice holding little emotion. “And what are you, Brian?” “I am a cumdump,” Brian said. “I am an object to be used by men. I am your sex slave, dedicated to you for the rest of my life.” “And will you do whatever I tell you?” “Yes, Master. Whatever you command, I will do.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out a hand and brushing his palm along the side of Brian’s face. “The best part of this, Brian, is that the part of your mind that was unaware of the subliminal messages in the videos I sent you, is still aware of what is happening to you right now. You just can’t do anything about it. Though, I doubt you’d want to do anything. I know that you’ve had a thing for me. I’ve seen you try to hide your erections in class. I also saw a post from you on Faggot Fantasies. Yes, I know it’s all done under screennames, but a friend of mine was able to hack into your computer ages ago, allowing me full access to everything on your computer. Yes, everything. I saw the post you wrote about me, wanting to take my cock up your ass. You wrote that you’d swallow my load every morning if you could. You wrote you’d even get my name tattooed on your body. I must admit, that pushed me over the edge. Did you mean that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Stand up.” Brian complied. “Remove all your clothing except for your underwear.” Brian started stripping as Mr. Miller reached back and clicked a button on his computer. The hidden cameras Mr. Miller had set up all turned on, recording Brian as he removed his clothing. “I see someone is hard,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and pressing down on Brian’s still-clothed hard-on, watching as it bounced back up, standing straight out from his body. “How often do you masturbate?” “Twice a day, Master.” “Twice a day?” Mr. Miller said. “Normally, I would tell all young men to be masturbating as much as possible. There is nothing more important than physical pleasure. However, since you are to be my slave, I will be insisting on you no longer touching your cock unless I tell you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “I see you spend some time at the gym,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and rubbing a hand along Brian’s chest and abs. “That’s good. You’ll be doing more of that from now on. I see that you’re naturally hairy. Normally, I like hairy men like myself, and I can see you one day looking like me, but, as my slave, I want you hairless. When you get home tonight, you will shave off all your hair except for what’s on your head. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Tell me, Brian, are you a virgin?” “No, Master,” Brian said. “Who took your virginity?” “My neighbor,” Brian said. “And how old is your neighbor?” “Thirty-seven.” Mr. Miller smiled. “You like older men. That’s good. Older men should always have young men available to them. Experience breeds excellence. It is the best way to learn. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Master.” “Good. You won’t need one. You belong to me now. My pleasure is the only thing you’ll need to care about now. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Your pleasure is all I care about.” “Brian, what is a dark fantasy of yours?” “I want to have your babies, Master,” Brian said. “If I was a woman, Master, I would want to have your babies.” “Really?” Mr. Miller said. He turned and looked directly into one of the cameras, smiling. His hand slipped down and rested on his growing bulge. “Are you on PrEP?” “No, Master.” “Good boy,” Mr. Miller said. “That’ll make it easier. You’ll be carrying my babies sooner than you know. Would you like that, Brian?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want. It is all I live for.” “That’s right, slave,” Mr. Miller said, stepping away from his desk and circling around Brian. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and ran his hands along his arms, feeling his muscles and warm skin. Mr. Miller stepped closer, pressing himself against Brian’s back, his groin grinding against the young man’s ass. He pressed his lips against Brian’s neck and kissed him, starting off slow before making sure there were marks left on his skin. “Do you like BDSM, Brian?” “I’ve never tried it, Master.” “What have you tried?” “I’ve been fucked in the ass, Master,” Brian said. “I’ve also given blow jobs.” “Do you use condoms?” “Yes, Master.” “Wrong!” Mr. Miller shouted, slapping the back of Brian’s head. “You never use condoms. Sex is meant to be bareback. You’ll never touch a condom again. In fact, you are allergic to condoms. Touching one will cause your skin to bleed, and not the kind of bleeding we like. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller inserted his fingers into the waistband of Brian’s boxers and pulled them down, his erection causing some resistance. Mr. Miller moved the boxers down Brian’s legs, his lips moving along the young man’s back and ending at his ass. Mr. Miller released the boxers and then grabbed hold of Brian’s ass, one hand per cheek, and spread them apart slightly. He inserted his nose and breathed deep. “I love the smell of a young man barely broken in. Soon, your hole will be a ruined mess, full of cum and swollen from constant assault. Do you want that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller pressed his mouth into the young man’s ass and started kissing his hole, moving his tongue over the sweaty skin and hair, relishing the taste. He wanted to force himself further into Brian, invade his body completely, but not just yet. After several minutes of eating Brian’s ass, Mr. Miller backed away and looked at his work, seeing hair matted with his saliva and skin rubbed raw from his beard. It seemed Brian had sensitive skin. That would work well in Mr. Miller’s favor. “Turn around,” Mr. Miller said. Brian turned, his erection now sticking straight on toward Mr. Miller’s face. “How big is your cock, Brian?” “Six inches, Master.” “Average size,” Mr. Miller said. “The thing is, average is pointless. Only men with truly superior cocks, cocks like mine, should ever enter another man’s ass or throat. Since you will be my bottom slave, there is no point in your dick every getting hard. You’ll need to learn how to cum from using your ass. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller looked below to where low hanging testicles were waiting. “Now these are beautiful. Wearing boxers with balls that hang this low is dangerous. I think we’ll see how far we can get these to hang. How does that sound?” “Perfect, Master.” “You will gain pleasure from your hole being used and your balls being tortured. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now, lose your erection.” No sooner had the words been said that Brian’s cock started to deflate, shrinking down considerably.” “A grower not a shower. That’ll be good for what I have in store.” Mr. Miller stood up and circled around his desk, opening a drawer in which he pulled out a cock cage. “This,” Mr. Miller said, holding up the cage, “Will make sure you don’t get hard without my permission. You will wear this everyday without fail. You will never take it off unless I allow it. There is a lock on the cage which I have the key to.” Mr. Miller came back around to Brian and fitted the cage on his cock. Even though he had shrunk, it was still a tight fit. “This lower section wraps around your balls. Now, normally, if you tried to get hard, it would pull on them, causing you pain. Unfortunately, since you’ve got low hangers, it will hardly do a thing. Still, it’s the thought that counts. Now, get dressed.” Brian started pulling his clothing back on as Mr. Miller circled back around to his computer where he clicked a button and the cameras turned off. “I’ll be giving you an A in my class. However, you will not be returning home this summer. Instead, you will be staying here with me. I’ve already written up a letter to your parents, telling them that you are to be shadowing me this summer, acting as an intern. Of course, the school knows nothing about this. What you will actually be doing is living in my house as my slave. I will be training you to serve me in every way possible. By the end of the summer, you will decide to drop out of college. I know you parents will be livid, but we’ll figure out a way to make you disappear without them having to be overly concerned. For the rest of your life, or, until I grow tired of you, you will be my slave and do nothing but think of how you will pleasure me. I will keep you under my control forever, though, there will be nothing of the old you left by the end of the summer. With each passing day, a bit of your old mind will fade until you remember nothing of your old life. There will only be me, your Master. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, clothed once more. “You will go to your dorm room, shave yourself, and then pack all your things. You will then meet me at this address. It is my home. We will be selling your things as you have no use for them. I will take the money and buy more toys which I will use on you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “You belong to me now, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “I am the only thing that matters. You will give yourself over to me completely. In return, I will fulfill your darkest fantasy. I will give you my babies. You see, Brian, I’m poz, and I’ll be knocking you up with my strain. What do you say to that?” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Part 9 -“Just been a bit busy” I lied. I had been indeed avoiding him but as expected, it didn’t take much for him to lure me back to him. Just one sleazy video and my resolution just vanished in seconds. -“You’ve been getting cold feet, haven’t you? I know the path you’re going through. A slut getting off on taking risks but not yet ready to admit he wants more.” I didn’t know what to answer. He was right on the money like he was able to read my mind. -“I still want to make you mine, boy! My poz cum will wait for you. Just hit me up when you’re ready.” he added. -“Yes, sir!” was all I could manage to respond. I had this urge to jump on a flight and go get his dirty seed. But I was so conflicted I just couldn’t handle a simple conversation. That evening, I just spent a few hours searching pozzing videos. I jerked off like a mad man, sniffing poppers, until I shot a huge load to this video: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/35127/pozzing-the-neg-bottom/ The guilt came back almost instantly as I was holding my still hard dick. I jumped in the shower and took my daily pill again, thinking it was just a slip up and that it wasn’t too serious. In the following weeks though, I realized that there was no going back. I went back to BZ and BBRT and I caught myself looking specifically for undetectable and poz guys. Somehow, it wasn’t enough for me not to know the guys’ status anymore, and I was avoiding guys on PrEp. I wasn’t confident enough yet to express what I was looking for however, neither to other guys, nor to myself. The guilt was slowly fading. After all, I was still on PrEp myself. I felt that I could have all the twisted thoughts and fun I wanted because PrEp was here to make it all okay at the end of the day. I got fucked by a few undetectable guys, probably a few poz guys too in a bathhouse. I even voluntarily missed a day or two of PrEp from time to time to give me the feeling of higher risk, but I wasn’t ready to drop it altogether again. As great as BBRT is, it still wasn’t providing me with what I wanted. Just a couple chasing bottoms who wanted to get fucked along side me, and a few tops I think were into pozzing but that I couldn’t manage to be straightforward with. I slowly understood that I would never jump by myself and that I needed to be guided. Or pushed. Fast forward three months ago, I was informed that I would be travelling to a conference happening on the West Coast. It was going to be my first time there and I was excited to discover a new place - and mostly its darkrooms and sex clubs. My city doesn’t have sex clubs and darkrooms unfortunately, as it is prohibited to sell alcohol in places where you can have sex. I like bathhouses but I’m always bothered by the fact that you have to undress and walk around in a towel. Sex clubs and darkrooms feel more organic to me when it comes to sex. Thinking I should just try and line up some guys already, I set up a travel schedule on BBRT. It took less than ten minutes to get a WhatsApp message -“Hey boy! Just saw that you’ll be visiting soon! I know we haven’t been in touch much but just know that my poz dick is ready for you if you want it! I know I want you! Cheers!”

I just had a birthday so I’ve had the last few days off Thursday-Sunday. I’ve taken at least 10 loads since then. The last only being 10 mins ago. He stayed the night after releasing a load and I woke up to him pumping in another.

I’m a burly bear and I love going to saunas. I guess I should get tested but I feel good and I love it raw. Sometimes there are guys who are funny about this but mostly when I drop my towel and see my hung meat beneath my manly belly they say “this time just for you – I need your meat in me raw”. The sauna I go to has a bar between the locker rooms and the cabins, slings and darkrooms. As I entered it I saw our local HIV testing centre had an outreach table run by a twink. As I passed I gave him a wink and he said “want an HIV test?”. I said “nah, love it raw, pounding holes and they love it – would be the same whatever the result”. He replied “but a big daddy like you needs to look after his health”. I laughed and said “good boy, but I need a twink to look after it for me while I sow my seed – and anyway – last time you were here three months ago I’m sure I saw you take it raw”. He smiled and said “I only take it raw here, love the hot guys and the dirtiness of doing it with a stranger. But we come every three months and I get tested with you guys so the lad I give my hole to at the end knows its clean”. I laughed and said “and you only get with the neg ones I imagine”. He laughed and said “well, I get pretty horny by the end seeing all the guys in just their towels but I do try to”. I replied “well good luck to you twink and walked off”. It was only an half an hour to the end of their session and I went to the cinema room for a bit to get me in the mood and then found a cabin. As usual I left the door open. It wasn’t long before the twink from the testing centre passed by in just a towel. The cabins are on a dead end so I knew he’d have to pass back. I took my towel off in readiness and started jerking my thick meat. He stopped when he passed the door and said “wow it’s even bigger than I imagined”. I winked and said “so you’ve been imagining this meat”. The twink said “I know it’s so dirty but the thought of trying out untested confident cock is making me so hard”. To prove the point he dropped his towel and his massive twinky cock sprang out and slapped against his abs I said “wow you are a dirty boy, but a neg one right?”. He replied “freshly tested but I didn’t think you’d care”. I asked him “and you come back and get tested in three months?” He nodded and said sadly “wish I could have more raw cock but there it is”. I told him that he could have my untested cock at any time in between. He smiled the biggest smile and said “thank u daddy” and knelt to suck my cock. I stood up so that he could see what a real, alpha looked like, slapped my cock in his face and let him suck it. He sucked like a pro! A nasty thought crossed my mind “so when you get your next HIV test and again in six months you’ll get your way and have tested me too”. He looked up and me and said “oh wow daddy, make me your HIV test!”. I said “I think it’s time we prepared that test”. I liked his hole and then aked “OK then twink, are you ready to go UNTESTED?”

18. I swallowed Blakes cock to the base, and he fucked my face for a few minutes. I tasted cum and ass on his cock. He grunted and he started to pound my face like he had my hole. It was hard to breath, but he would pull out allowing me to catch my breath every few pumps. Thick spit was welling up in my mouth from the rough onslaught. His balls smacked against my chin making a slapping sound that seemed to reverberate around the room along with the sounds of me gagging and spluttering. He had my head gripped tight in his big hands and there was nothing I could do but take his cock. The ass play had really worked Blake up though, he didn’t last too long. Soon my throat was filled with thick warm cum. I swallowed it down quickly. I was happy to have made a man cum again, but a little sad it hadn’t gone up my ass instead. “Fuck,” he said, letting the word fall slowly from his mouth as he breathed out post orgasm. He put his hands behind his head, his hairy pits exposed and a heavy wave of man musk rolling off of them. Shakily I stood up, and grabbed him around the waist. I pulled him close and kissed him, the taste of his cum still on my lips. Blake kissed me back, hard. It took a long minute for him to break the kiss. “Fuck, ok,” he said, “Steven should be back from his meeting in like an hour, I have some work that I need to get done too.” He had started getting dressed, pulling a pair of skimpy black briefs on, “you can just hang out here like that, you can find a guy to blow, you can get fucked but I still recommend being careful with your hole…” “I guess I have some work…” “Steven cleared all your work responsibilities for the day. Today your job is wrecking your cunt.” “Fuck… um… ok… honestly…” “Yeah?” “I…” “You really want to get fucked again don’t you?” “Yes!” “Ok, well. If you’re determined to get fucked again put your clothes on and go see Ryan in accounting. One floor down, office B15. I’ll text him and let him know you’re coming.” “I don’t think I know…” “Does it matter at this point? You didn’t bat an eye this morning when you walked in here and found me naked,” he laughed, “We both know how much you just need to be bred. Go meet Ryan. You’ll like him, and he likes a plugged cunt full of cum.” “Ok!” “Just be back in an hour for Steven. He’s going to want to see how open we’ve gotten you.” “See you in an hour.” Now both fully dressed we kissed at the door, and then left the office. Blake sat at his desk, clearly adjusting the plug in his hole, and I went to the elevators. In the elevator I texted Matt about my morning, both out of excitement and to make him feel a little jealous of my adventure. I however absolutely failed on the making him jealous front. Almost as soon as I had sent the text I received a photo of Matt tied down in a sling, cum covered his chest, and a dildo almost as big as the one Blake had just taken half in his hole. He looked blissed out and well used. We were both being destroyed today. The message “Matt’s a little busy right now,” came through just as the elevator doors opened. My cock absolutely leaking into my briefs now I walked down the hall looking for this Ryan’s office. I found it down the end of a hall and around a corner. It seemed like some fluke of the architecture, trying to get as many offices into the space as they could, that this office was separated from all the rest. What looked like the back of the elevator bay creating a big gap between B15 and all the rest. How perfect, I thought. Tentatively I knocked. “Just a second,” a light voice called from within. The door was heavy, even this close it was hard to hear through it. I suspected that assigning Ryan this office hadn’t been a lucky accident. The door opened and a young guy with close cropped hair and a round handsome face opened the door. His button down shirt was undone just a little further than was really work appropriate and I could see a little patch of chest hair through it. “Blake send you down?” “Yeah, hi. You’re Ryan.” “Yep! Come on in, and lets get to work.” I stepped in the office, and Ryan closed and locked the door behind me. He immediately started to unbutton his shirt. He wasn’t beefy or thin, but had a nice average body. A thick parch of hair grew in the middle of his chest, and then turned into a long welcoming trail running down his stomach into the pants he was now unbuttoning. Taking his lead I took off my own clothes, till I was just in my briefs in front of him. “So,” Ryan closed the distance between us, his own briefs starting to swell, “Blake tells me that you’re Steven’s new play thing.” “Well, yeah I guess.” “You guess?” “I mean, I like having him use me, and being bred and stretched is certainly more fun than work, but I’m more of a no loads refused kinda guy than an owned boy.” He grabbed my crotch, feeling the cage, “And who did this to you?” “My roommate,” I told him the story. “Fuck, and now you’re a cumdump.” “Exactly. Blake was wrecking my hole all morning, and he thought we should take a break but now that I’ve gotten started today I need more.” “Do you think this might help?” He took my hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. It was another perfect fat monster. God I was lucky. “Absolutely.” “Good, get those briefs off, and lets see this plug Blake said would be in your cunt.” I dropped my briefs and bent over his desk showing off my plugged hole. “God damn that is beautiful.” He slapped the plug several times, making me groan. I watched over my shoulder as he took of his own briefs and a big hard uncut cock was released. My mouth watered and a big bead of precum dripped from my cage. He took hold of the base of the plug, and I took a deep breath. Together slowly, we worked the plug out of my hole. It stretched me wide all over again but after the toys earlier it was easy. My hole was learning. I gaped open around it and the egg slid from my ass. “Fuck yes. I love a loose fucking cunt.” The plug next to me on the desk, Ryan lined up his cock. He spat on my hole, though there was enough cum and lube from the toys that he didn’t need any more lube. The wave of bliss crashed over me again, his cock was sliding into my hole. I closed my eyes and focused on the muscles of my ass. I clenched then down, making my wet hole tight around his cock for a moment, and then opening back up for him. Ryan gowned as my well used hole milked him. He was pounding away at my sloppy guts, I could feel cum frothing around his cock. I hammered my ass back onto his hips. I wanted his load deep inside me. The toys were amazing, and swallowing Blake’s load had been hot but I needed another load in me. He seemed to understand my need, holding me by my shoulders Ryan was mercilessly riding me to the point of his orgasm. We both needed this and he knew we didn’t have a lot of time before I was expected back in Steven’s office. Ryan was grunting like a wild animal. His nails were digging into my skin. I sensed the rising wave inside him cresting, and then felt it burst inside me. A low rumble that seemed to only exist in his chest accompanied the river of cum that erupted from his cock. He wrapped his arms around me, holding his sweating chest tight to my back as his cock continued to throb. “Thank you,” I breathed. “No, thank you. Fuck I needed that.” He pulled out slowly. I made to clean his cock off, but he stopped me, “No, my man like it when I come home with a cock stinking of some sluts hole. Bend over, lets plug you again.” “Yes sir,” I said. He worked the plug quickly back into my hole, we dressed, and I left to go back upstairs.

I’m straight with guys at the bathhouse. I’m only ever there to fuck and if it’s not heading in that direction I’ll let the dude know to move on. I try to be respectful of others fetishes. I wouldn’t say these guys are time wasters. The bathhouse should be a safe space for everybody to get off. I let these guys know I’m not interested. I get irritated when the guy persists and doesn’t move on.

I'm a party boy and love circuit parties. The first time I went to one I ended up getting my hole fucked full of poz cum. I was on a stage over the dance floor at the circuit party. I was rolling hard on Ecstacy, dancing and sweating with my shirt off and my jeans hanging low. I noticed a group of three hot dudes looking up at me smiling. Soon they were up on the stage dancing next to me, touching my sweaty abs and making hot comments about me. I thought this was hot and I was getting real horny. One of the dudes asked if I wanted to go party with them back at their hotel room. Of course I said yes and followed them out. When we got to their room, I sat on the edge of the bed sweating and feeling great cause I was still rolling on the Ecstasy. First they gave me a bottle of water and I could taste the GHB in it, but drank it anyway. This made me horny as fuck. Then one of them said he wanted to give me a booty bump of tina. I love tina, so I said sure, but never had it like that before. He took out a syringe without any needle, put some tina and water in it and said lets do it. They pulled off my jeans so I was all naked, lubed up my butthole and stuck the syringe deep in my ass, then shot the tina inside me. I could feel it burn into the walls of my ass. It felt great! Now, between the roll I was on, the G I drank and the tina burning in my ass, I was so horny I couldn't stand it anymore. I asked them why I was the only guy naked, I need to get fucked! They had begun to smoke some tina. They smiled at me and began feeling me up all over! One said they knew I would want them to. They guy sitting next to me on the bed took a deep draw on the tina pipe, then held his open mouth against mine and exhaled his tina smoke deep into my lungs. He continued to hold my head and began deep kissing my mouth. As he was kissing me, I felt someone spreading my legs wide and a hot tongue probing into my ass. When my hole was hot and wet I felt fingers probing and opening up my hole wide. I wasn't long before the fingers were replaced by a cockhead being driven into my ass. I was so high and horny, I took in the guys whole cock on his first thrust. I could tell it was a bare cock and no condoms were going be used, but at that point I didn't care. I just needed my horned up hole fucked hard. That is just what he did. He had my legs spread wide, his cock fully inside my hole and was pinning my arms against the bed. His bud finally stopped tongue fucking my mouth and I looked down across my abs to see the hot now naked dude begin to fuck my very willing cunt. Now that he was naked I could see the biohazard tattoo on his groin just to the right of his trimmed pubs. I didn't care. As he got into fucking my cunt, his buds got naked and both also had the same bio tats next to their cocks too. I was to fucked up to care about anything except taking their seed in me. Just the thought of them breeding me full of their seed had my cock totally hard. It was at full attention as the dude was pounding his in my cunt. One of his buds began sucking and stroking my pole as he increased his pace. The other dude held my head and thrust his hard tool into my mouth. The one fucking me said to his buds "I told you this bitch would be a good fuck!" With that my dick began shooting six spurts of my cum across my abs as one of the dudes jerked it. The dude lapped up my cum from my chest, abs and off of my belly button. That made me even hornier. The dude in my ass pounded my hole real hard and thrust himself as deep as he could as he shot his poz seed inside my cunt. I could feel his hot load in me as he unloaded. It felt awsome knowing it was poz. This continued, each taking their turns fucking me raw, sucking my cock and fucking my face. That happened the first time I went to a circuit party and I have craved raw cock ever since.

risk makes the heart pound fear rises and sex reaches new heights of pleasure.:)

I've been fucking and getting fucked for over 30 years. Why does it have to be one or the other? I was exclusively a top for about a year before I tried bottoming, but then I flip fucked with the 2nd guy to ever fuck me. My conclusion was and still is that both positions are awesome and should be pursued at every opportunity.

THIS! 100%

The 4 saddest words in the English language..."what might have been" NEVER a condom on/in me....no regrets!

I think either of those would be an improvement. I don't like it when guys use threads I start as opportunities to talk about bugchasing.

Working on Chapters 3 and 4 now, while parTying with a coupla good buddies. The core of this story really happened, although the Author's Note applies. 😉

only 3 days later you start messaging me again beggin for me to come around. telling me I was amazing and that you havent been fucked like that before. of course I was fucking amazing - and a piece of trash like you should get used to being fucked like that - its all you're good for. i tell you to be ready at 4pm, you give me some bullshit about work. I dont give a shit about your life, you want my fucking cock you make your fuckhole available when I SAY. I dont respond and by three o'clock I have a pathetic message from you saying you will be ready at 4 - fucking rite - cocksockets like you need to get your fucking priorities right 4:05 I turn up and strut into your flat. everything is the same as before and I find you in the bedroom, head down arse up like a good whore should be. as before I smack your worthless arse before spreading your cheeks to look at your fuckhole. it looks different. instead of winking at me like last time, your ole brown eye looks like it's wet and crying - you fucking LUBED your hole!!!!! Im furious and spank your ass several times as hard as I can yelling that I decide how much lube you get - then walk out of the flat slamming the door behind me for the next 2 days you send me messages like a pathetic bitch, apologising, begging for me to come back. Telling me I can do this and that if I come back - like I need your fucking permission you walking fleshlight finally I give in to your pathetic whining and begging and give you a time to present your fuckhole for raping. I slam the front door to announce my arrival and stride into the bedroom look at ya kneeling there on the bed ya dirty piece of fuckmeat, visibly shaking - good you better be fucking scared slut. Im so fucking pissed at ya trying to sneak some lube up yer pucker to make it easier for YOU. Nah you are gonna pay for that cockwhore. I notice you didnt even bother to put the condoms and lube on the nightstand - good we both know they wouldnt be used anyway two fingers rammed straight up yer shitter to check - judging by the scream you are dry up there. Hope you enjoyed your last dump coz you wont shit for a week when Im done with ya. no mister nice guy , no spit on yer skanky hole this time. just 9 thick inches of real man meat shoved balls deep up yer shitpipe in one thrust FUUUUUUUUCK I LOVE the scream of a total dry entry, damm you are a strong piece of trash - almost got away from me that time, luckily im heavier so yer hole is going nowhere. lying on top of you pinning to your bed thrusting in and out SO turned on by your muffled screams - shit your neighbours must think someone is stabbing you in the guts - oh wait - yeah that would be me changed you mind?? So? Cant take it??? who gives a fuck? fact is you ARE taking it. Im balls deep in your shitchute and my cock is rearranging your guts to fit my cock perfectly so give your self some credit - you CAN take it and WILL be taking it till my manly seed is filling your ass the squirming has died down and I think I can hear sobbing - thats good, you have accepted your place in this Last time I only wanted to USE a hole to get off this time Im determined to ABUSE it. Fuck!! that stroke went a bit wide, you obviously havent had that part of your guts punched by a thick nob before, SHIT you almost got away again. there now that better , my arm around your throat. holds you in the proper position to take a fuck. Cant breathe? breathe through your fucking ears for all I care. shoulda just accepted my big cock up your turdtunnel and none of this would have been necessary you should be fucking grateful I came back at all ya little cunt. I even did you a favor and had a wank before I came over so you could enjoy my cock for longer i relax my arm so you can breathe, so you can experience everything you begged for fucking you harder now, need to give you another load, relax and open up you ungrateful cunt Im gonna reward you with my spunk FuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkKKKKKK!!!! I shot more than I expected. tightening my arm around your throat again as I relax inside yer busted ass, I can still feel you quietly sobbing under me. "Dont move", I let loose a nice hot stream of post-orgasm piss deep in your guts. I yank my cock out of your torn up little bung hole and some spunk and piss leak out all over the bed - thats your fucking fault not mine ya slack whore. I pull up my shorts and jeans and head for the door. "If this door is unlocked in 2 hours time you'll get the same again. if its not then you'll never fucking see me again no matter how many beggin messages you send". I hear a whimper as I close the door

Part 8 I didn’t know what to think. I guessed those guys must have been undetectable. I thought about all those moments I freaked out after that night in Paris. I thought that I was a fucking moron to take so much risk and swore to myself a hundred times that I would never again be this stupid. It was one thing to just fuck around mindlessly or even fantasizing over text messages with a poz top, but actively and knowingly taking poz loads was a whole other business. I was still insanely turned on thinking about my night at Le Next, but was completely disgusted and scared at the same time. How in the world did I get away with it for so long and never catch anything? I had gone for that routine check up, fully expecting to find out I was poz, but when all my results came back negative, I felt a huge sense of relief. My doctor wrote me a new prescription for PrEp, after almost four years off. I took the prescription, folded it and tucked it into my pants’ back pocket. I made my way directly to the pharmacy to pick up my little blue pills, and on my way home though, I felt a bit strange. I had dropped PrEp for a while. I was fully conscious of the risk I was running but I had never had such a close call, at least that I knew of. My mind was spinning constantly around the idea of chasing but I dismissed it almost immediately. Actively looking for poz loads was a step too far when it comes to where I was willing to go. At least I thought so at the time. That evening, I took my first blue pill in almost four years. I then stayed pretty quiet for a few weeks, with just the occasional hook up here and there. I had not logged in on neither BBRT nor BZ for a while, probably scared I would be lured away from my resolution to not fall deeper into it. I was holding well on my resolution to stay away from trouble, until that one Saturday evening. I was preparing for a quiet night at home. It was March, almost the end of the winter, but it was definitely still super cold and I was in no mood to bury myself into a pile of clothes in order to dig my way through the snow. I had made myself comfortable on my couch, wearing some old grey sweatpants, my favourite soccer jersey and some socks. I had been lying around the house all day and was a bit bored. It was probably about 9pm when my phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp notification from my sexting buddy on the West Coast. We hadn’t been in touch for about two months. I had tried to not contact him because I knew it would encourage me back into my old ways. I opened the message and it was just a link to a video. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ I instantly became hypnotized by the video. I had stayed away from porn too and the few hook ups I had recently had not really been satisfying. The video just lit me up in a matter of seconds. My dick got hard almost immediately and I started rubbing it frantically over my sweatpants. I watched it maybe ten or fifteen times, digging my poppers out my drawer where they had been left untouched for two months. The rush of the poppers, the images, I knew from this moment it was too late. My phone vibrated again. -“Hey boy! It’s been a long time! Have you been avoiding me?”.

17. After a few shaky moments as Blake came down from his orgasm, he pulled out. Then it was Steven’s turn. I cleaned Blake’s cock as Steven pounded me mercifully. A cup full of pens bounced off the desk, scattering across the floor. Steven was clearly enjoying my hole and the fresh load his secretary had just pumped into me. He pumped harder and harder, grunting at he gripped my hips. His fingers pulled at my skin. “Blake, get some fun toys from the drawer. As soon as I breed him I want you stretching his cunt out.” “How stretched are you thinking?” “How about some of your favorites.” He laughed, “You’re in for a fun day.” He moved out of my view and I heard drawers opening. As he did Steven reared up and started fucking deeper and harder. He grabbed onto my nipples and twisted them eliciting further whimpers and yelps. He was rutting as hard as he could. Blake came back into view and flopped a big fat shiny black dildo onto the desk next to me. Steven growled his appreciation, paused in his fucking for a second and then slammed fully inside me. He roared and his cock throbbed as he pumped another load out. I let out a long and relieved sigh. Blake, however didn’t intend to let either of us bask in the afterglow. Steven has given him instructions to follow and he intended to do so. He slathered thick lube all over the dildo in his hands and moved to take Steven’s spot between my legs. As Steven pulled out I clenched my hole tight to keep all the cum inside me that I could. I grabbed my knees and pulled them up, giving Blake the best access I could. The cold plastic head of the dildo pressed against my hole and I relaxed. It was bigger than either of their cocks, and probably as thick as the toy I had slept with but not nearly as long. Blake chuckled as he slid it into me commenting, “I should have known this would be no problem for you.” He was right, I made short work of taking the whole dildo inside me and he was soon pounding it in and out of my wet hole. Despite not being the biggest challenge, it felt good. The dildo had thick heavy veins that could never exist on a real cock and I relished the friction of them pushing and pulling against my ass ring. “Try this one.” Steven handed another toy across me. It was a medium length, like a plug, but had seven bulbs down the shaft of increasing size. The tip was the thickness of a slightly above average cock, but the base was bigger than anything I had had inside me yet. It had to be almost six inches across. Blake took the dildo out of my hole and dropped it with a wet thwap on the desk. Its shaft glistened with a combination of cum and lube. Steven handed him the new toy and looked down at me with a wicked smile. “You probably wont be able to take the whole thing right now, but by you’re going home with that thing in your cunt tonight,” he said. “Yes Sir.” “Blake, I have that meeting. I’ll leave you to your work. I’ll be back at lunch.” “Perfect,” Blake said, sliding the first bulb into my hole. Steven got dressed, we both watched him, Blake slowly working the first bulb in and out of my hole getting me used to this new invasion. When Steven had dressed and left the office, locking the door behind him, Blake returned to his work. “You’re going to love this toy,” he worked the second bulb into me, “I’ve spent many a day sitting at my desk with it locked inside me.” “Fuck yes, stretch me out.” “You don’t have to worry about that, between the toys and these fingers… you’re going to be wrecked tonight.” I gasped a little as the second bulb bounced into place, “Good. I’ve been so fucking horny since my roommate put this cage on me. I cant function without a load in me at all times.” “I don’t think you have to worry about being empty any more. Steven and I are going to be breeding you a lot, and I’m guessing we wont be the only ones.” “What,” a grunt as the toy was pulled completely from my hole and then pushed back in, “what do you mean?” Blake pulled the toy out again, and rammed it back in to the second bulb. I felt myself opening up more and more. Each time he pulled the toy out of my ring, I became a little bit more loose. “You think were the only three horny gays in this office? Or this building?” The third bulb started to enter my hole. “Make sure you’re actively relaxing and tightening your cunt. You have to work the muscles too. That way youll be able to open up whenever you need.” “There are more guys,” I had a one track mind… more cock. “You’ll find that out soon enough, focus on your cunt muscles.” I closed my eyes, winking my hole open and closed, pushing out slowly and making my hole spread wider. “There you go, good. Take a deep breath… hold it… hold it… and out,” the third bulb slid easily into my hole, “Good. Fuck that looks so hot.” “It feels so fucking good.” “Ok I can’t take it anymore. Here, hold on for a minute.” Blake slid the toy out of my hole, and slapped it on the desk pointing straight up. “Grab that and get on the floor.” “Ok!” I swung my legs down off the desk and grabbed the dildo. “Start squatting down on that, lets see how far you can get. You’ve had the first three bulbs inside you. Don’t push too hard. Remember we’ve got all day and we don’t want to break that cunt.” I did as instructed, quickly taking the first two bulbs and then slowly working down the third. As I did Blake went to the large filing cabinet in the corner and pulled another toy out of the drawer. It looked similar to the one I was now working inside myself but it was even bigger and only had three massive bulbs. Each one could have been a huge butt plug in its own right. It looked wild. He slathered lube all over it, and then walked over to where I was squatting on the floor. He set the toy down on the floor in front of me, and then squatted down over it. I watched, a little shocked and a lot impressed, as he lined up the toy and then easily sank down on the first two bulbs. He groaned and shifted to kneeling so that he could press his ass down the last inches to stretch himself wide on the last bulb. I couldn’t see the toy anymore but I could see on his face when the bulb finally popped in. His eyes grew wide for a second before snapping shup and a look of rapture erupting across his face. His hands shook a little, and fresh sweat glittered on his forehead. He let out a shuddering breath, and smiled wickedly at me. “Much better.” “I did not expect that.” “I told you, I can work at my desk with the toy your working on deep in my cunt. My hole can take a lot.” “God that’s hot.” “Glad you think so, and it seems like I distracted you enough that you didn’t even realize you’d slide down on your toy watching me.” “What?” I grabbed at the base of the toy in me. He was right, two more bulbs had disappeared into my hole. I now had five out of seven bulbs lodged in my cunt. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Keep it in, but lay on your back. Lets see if I can get one more into you.” I grabbed the base of the toy and lay back, keeping it in place as I once more assumed the position. Blake shifted over, still kneeling on the floor keeping his own toy in. He took over the toy and started slinging it in and out of me. The bulbs pulled at my hole each time. It was like the veins on the last toy but in over drive. I was sweating even more than before. I felt sloppy. He pushed and pulled, the five bulbs I had already taken working in and out of me. Occasionally he would push a little bit more, the sixth bulb stretching me yet wider still. When he did I would take a deep breath and push out, trying to make my hole open wider. Blake wasn’t rushing the process though. He was determined to open me up properly. Bit by bit he worked the larger bulb inside me. Then after what felt like a blissed out hour, he said “Deep breath.” I sucked air in and then very very slowly let it out. The toy was pushed slowly, keeping in time with my exhalation, till suddenly: Pop. It was inside me. I shuddered. The size change on these bulbs was something to behold. While the first five had been relatively easy after all the abuse I had taken over the last few days this one was a struggle. I knew I was stretched wider than I ever had been before. “Breath, breath. You’re doing amazing. You feel ok?” “Jesus, Blake! I feel amazing. I want my hole wrecked like yours! Please open my cunt up.” “Don’t work, don’t worry! You will be. This is a good place to take a breather though. We don’t want to make your hole too sore. Stay just like that.” He spun around on his dildo, and then got up very slowly. He bent forward so I could watch the massive toy fall from his ass. It was beautiful. His ass lips were dark pink and stretched wide. They clung to the orange-silver silicone of the toy. When the tip dropped from his hole it hung open for a long moment, his dark red guts exposed. He looked over his shoulder and winked at me. He went back to the filing cabinet and came back with two more toys. Both were the same orange silver color of the toy he had just been riding, and shaped like big blunt eggs. He lubed them both up, and then bending over the desk for me to see he worked the larger of the two into his own loose cunt. The second one, only slightly smaller than the first, he brought over to me. “I’m going to take this toy out of you, and you’re going to sit on this plug. Just kneel over it and sit down slowly. Its only a tiny bit bigger than whats in you right now but itll keep you open while giving your cunt a little bit of a rest.” I groaned loudly as he pulled the toy out of me, and with shaky legs moved over the plug. I took a deep breath and got the first part of the blunt head into my hole. The sides of the plug were slick and smooth and I easily slid down most of the shaft. Blake was right, it was only a little bigger than the toy he had just taken out of me, and it was only in the last inch or so I felt the stretch. Breathing slowly I rocked my hips back and forth a few times. My reward came suddenly as it always seems to with plugs when something shifted in my hole and the base was suddenly against my hole. I gasped, moaned, and then let out a long slow breath. “Good job. Just breath. We’re going to give your hole a little bit of a rest.” “Fuck, god this feels so good. Blake I don’t want to stop.” I was kneeling in front of him, it felt like I was begging. “Don’t worry, we’re only giving your hole a rest. You’ve still got a mouth.” He slapped me across the face with his hard cock.

16. I had been at work maybe half an hour and now I was on my back across my boss’s desk while his secretary fucked my throat and my boss fucked my slid into my ass for the second day in a row. My caged cock leaked precum onto my stomach, matting down my treasure trail and the plastic ground against my skin. The only thing keeping me quiet was Blake’s fat cock down my throat or there was no way I would have been able to take my boss in one hard thrust silently. “Fuck, I can’t believe your cunt feels looser than it did yesterday. Its so fucking perfect.” “Swap? I wanna try him.” “Fuck yeah.” Blake pulled his long 9 inch cock out of my throat, smearing juice across my face as he did, and walked around the desk. Steven, stepped aside, and Blake lined his cock up. He slid it into me in one long stroke pushing a groan out of the depth of my soul as he slithered past my second hole. I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Don’t worry, the office is super sound proofed,” Blake said leaning forward over the desk. “You should know,” Steven added, playfully slapping Blake on the ass. I looked up, my face a mix of pleasure and confusion. “Normally its me on the desk with Steven’s big raw cock in me,” he was right over my face, “Theres been maybe three days in the whole time I’ve worked for him that we haven’t started the day with his load going in my hole.” He said the next part almost in a whisper, “and I, am not a quiet bottom.” “So, if you need to moan,” Steven was now right by my head, “Go ahead and moan.” “God damn Steven,” Blake said sliding slowly in and out of me, “this cunt is so perfect. How did we not know you were a cumdump?” “I wasn’t till recently,” I relayed the story of Matt and the cage as Blake started to fuck me a little harder. “A new cumdump, perfect. That means we get to train your hole to be the perfect pussy.” “God yes! Fill me with your cum.” “Oh, were going to do a lot more than just breed you.” “Oh?!” “We’re gonna breed and stretch this cunt out wide.” “Fuck yes.” “You ready to see how much you can take?” “Fuck yes.” “Good.” Blake grabbed my hips and started to pound me deep. I groaned and laid my head back, washed yet again in the glow of being fucked. Steven’s cock floated above my face and I pulled it into my mouth. Blake climbed onto the desk, fucking even deeper into me. It was a struggle to keep Steven’s cock in my mouth, as Blake pressed my knees further over my shoulders. Eventually Steven pulled out and just watched, slowly jerking off, as Blake drove into me over and over from above. I was shouting, I hoped that they had been right about how sound proof the room was. A thin trickle of sweat ran down Blake’s chest making little swirls in his light chest hair. His eyes were closed, and a his face contorted in concentration. His dick was well past my second hole. I felt perfect. Steven leaned close to my ear as Blake let out a grunt, “Here’s whats going to happen. Blake is going to breed your cunt soon. Then I’m going to take his place and flood your hole too. After that we’re going to see just how much abuse your sweet hole can take. How does that sound?” “Fucking amazing!” “Good.” “Oh, fuck I’m getting close.” Blake’s breathing had changed. He looked sweatier. It was clear he was about to burst. I tightened my hole around his cock and milked him as he went over the falls. His orgasm burst from him like a cannon shot. I felt volley after volley of cum pump from his cock into my warm hole. Another wave of bliss swept across me. I was once more full of another man’s load. After a few shaky moments as Blake came down from his orgasm, he pulled out. Then it was Steven’s turn.

Part 6 I checked my coat. It was Friday night, I had been wearing suits and ties all week, and I was planning on getting dirty so I had slipped on a white t-shirt, a white Barcode Berlin jockstrap and some loose grey sweatpants with an old pair of Airmax. Definitely not the way Parisians dress to go out on Fridays! I sat at the bar and got a beer. I very rarely drink alcohol but I was feeling weird asking the bartender for a Coke. The place was pretty empty still, except for maybe four or five guys just hanging out. -“Disappointed?” the bartender said. -“Nah, wasn’t feeling lucky today anyway.” -“Don’t worry, the place will be overflowing in about an hour. -“Cool, let’s hope I’m still awake by then.” -“Come on, I think a lot of guys would be very disappointed if you weren’t around later” he said giving a quick look at my butt. -“I won’t be too worried for you” he added with a smile and a wink. I finished my beer and decided to go explore. I took the stairs to the basement, and almost tumbled my way down missing some steps due to the thick darkness. I entered a room with a few armchairs, and kept going until I found a smoking room and finally what looked like the play room. The room was painted completely black, with a large mattress covered in red fake leather at the centre. Some benches were put on the right side, while four or five private booths with glory holes could be found on the left side. Another red mattress was in the back of the room, separated by a black wall right across the sling. I was alone in there and it felt cold. I was almost spooked when a guy popped out of nowhere. He just had a nap and I figured that I might as well do the same until I could pick up some action. Signs were posted everywhere that sleeping in there was not allowed though so I just made my way back to one of those armchairs and dozed off. It did not take long before I was woken up by some voices. I had probably slept for about thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes, the basement had filled up with guys. All types, all ages, all shapes. Maybe this would turn out to be a good night after all. I just made my way to the bathroom to take a piss, and throw some water on my face, before heading to the play room. It was still dark as hell and my eyes weren’t getting used to anything. I felt some hands diving directly into my pants right to my ass. I heard a deep voice tell me in French -“Bien dormi, garçon? On t’as vu dormir là-bas, on t’attendais.” (“Slept well, boy? We saw you sleeping back there, we were just waiting for you to join”). The voice was coming from a dark corner and I couldn’t make up any face or even figure out how many guys they were. -“Nous” (“We?”) -“Viens!” (“Come over”). I felt dragged gently by the arm to the mattress, while being handed a drink. I emptied the glass and I felt my t-shirt being slipped over my head. My head started to feel a bit dizzy and my body warmer in a good way. I was still completely in possession of my senses and capable of consenting to everything being done to me. My sweatpants were pulled down and I felt a warm tongue licking my hole wet while another was being pushed into my mouth. A few hands were exploring my body. I was thriving on the attention. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also powerful and invincible all at the same time. My vision was slightly affected but I could start making out some figures in the dark red light. The guy in front of me looked average height, and quite skinny. I could see he had long hair pulled into a bun. His deep voice sounded mature. I thought I could see two other men by my sides, in addition to the one rimming my hole. I think they were all shirtless, wearing shorts or sweatpants. I wasn’t so underdressed after all. I felt a hand pushing my head down to a dick which I immediately swallowed. It was average size but already quite wet, either from precum or from other guys’ ass juices maybe. I heard them talking about me in French, about what they were about to do to me. I speak fluent French but some accents are a bit difficult to understand for me and I could not fully grasp the conversation. On the other hand, I didn’t care that much at that point, I just wanted to be used. A circle of guys who wanted to sneak a peek formed around us. I was being touched by so many hands but my four partners seemed like the possessive type as they kept pushing away anyone who tried to sneak into our action. The guy behind me switched from rimming to rubbing his dick against my hole -“Bonne chienne! Tu vas sentir ma grosse bite au fond de trou de salope!” (“Good bitch! You’re gonna feel my big dick deep in your slut’s hole!”). I was just able to moan but the guy in front just slapped my face while holding me by the neck -“Dis à mon pote que tu veux sa bite bien profond salope!” (“Tell my friend you want his dick deep, whore!”) -“Je veux sa bite bien profond!” (“I want his dick deep inside!”). Another slap -“On dit ‘S’il-vous-plaît monsieur’, chienne!” (“We say ‘Please, Sir’, bitch!”) - “”S’il-vous-plaît, monsieur!” (“Please, Sir!”) I couldn’t even finish my sentence that I felt the guy’s cock being rammed into my hole. Despite years of practice and use, I’m quite tight. I almost screamed but the leader kept my head firmly in place with his dick in my mouth. The guy on my left put a bottle of poppers under my nose and ordered me to sniff deeply, before pinching both my nostrils for a few seconds. I just felt that huge rush going through my body. I closed my eyes and arched my body, losing conscience of everyone else but the four guys currently taking care of me. I was still very aware that I was being fucked on all four in my jocks with my pants at my ankles, all exposed in the middle of a darkroom, and it was the best feeling ever! -“Bonne chienne qui aime la bite, ça!” (“That’s a good slut, enjoying dick!”). -“C’est pour ça que tu viens, salope? Prendre des bites dans le noir?” (“That’s why you’re here, bitch? To take dicks in the dark!”) I could smell the strong scent of the guys mixing, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back from the guy fucking me. The guy on my right stopped his buddy from thrusting, shot his load onto his dick, before telling him to go again. It wasn’t long before he shot his load deep inside, using his friend’s cum as lube. That’s when I heard one of them say -“Voilà, de la plombe pour la chienne!” (“There, some loaded juice for the bitch!”) while thrusting in and out slowly.

Though a work of fiction in, this story is based on real life events. Part One - The hookup "Hi." "Hey there." That's all it took. He was clearly nervous and it seemed like his first time there, but as soon as I finished those words the young chubby boy was already on his knees, fishing my quick hardening dick from my pants. No talk, no games. Just like a cruising area should be. "Oh fuck. I love your dick! It's so big..." "Not really, it's just a bit over 7inches, but I'm glad you like it babe." And with that he started sucking me. He started gently, just kissing the head, licking my piss slit for any precum. Clearly he did not have much practice but he was turning out to be a fast learner and that was good enough for me. As soon as he started trying to deepthroat it, I knew he was in trouble. This 22yo had just admitted to himself he was gay, this was the third time he had been with a guy, and though he was trying, he was having some difficulty swallowing it all. It wasn't unexpected to feel him tense up as I grabbed the back of his head and started trying to force more of my dick inside his young mouth. "Relax sweetie, I'll never hurt you" was all that I had to say. His doe eyes opened wide, and I could see I had him. Slowly I forced my way inside his throat, ignoring the gagging and the tears filling up his eyes. "See, you have it all in your mouth. Fuck you're good!" I held him there for a bit before pulling out and forcing it all the way in again. Testing his gag reflex before allowing him to get back on working my dick for a while. I don't usually cum with blowjobs, so I just pulled him back up and kissed him. This chubby was now mine and I knew it. Not that I'm a stud or the best fuck around, but when you top, you know when you have a bottom in the palm of your hand. You can see the lust and devotion in his eyes, and you know you can do what you want. "I need you to fuck me." No news for me, but I knew the choice had to be his. "Do you have condoms? I didn't bring any as I thought I was just going to get sucked." A lie. "Fuck. I didn't either." "We can meet some other day and I'll fuck your juicy ass then. In the meantime you can just suck me off" I baited him. "Can you just rub it against my hole? It's been ages since I've been fucked and I've never had one so big. I just want to feel it there." That was it. He had made his choice. "Dude, I love your ass." was all I could say and he spread his cheeks for me and leaned against the car. It wasn't even a hole. It was just a slit of pink flesh, waiting to be opened up. "You clean down there? I don't want to taste nothing funky" I told him before diving in. Clearly, he had never been eaten out. His legs were trembling, his moans were becoming louder by the minute and his hands kept pushing his ass cheeks further apart as he moved backwards and tried to get more of my tongue inside him. I knew he was ready then. I just stood up, and as he had requested, rubbed my fat cockhead on his hole. Once again, I knew I was going to breed him, but he had to make the choice himself. He started trying to get the timing right, moving his ass back as I bucked my hips. My hands rubbing his shoulders and his back, only letting go for a slight slap on the ass. And then I saw him. Just on the other side of the road, looking at us. I recognized the guy fron an earlier conversation; a friend had just pointed him out and told me: "Hey, if you take loads tonight, don't take his...". I understood what my friend meant. By then my bottom was grinding hard against me, oblivious to the stranger watching, he softly moaned "Will you fuck me raw?" "I don't know man... I just met you. It's really not my thing." Another lie. "Do you have HIV?" I loved the mix of desire and fear in his voice. "No! DO YOU??" That fake revolt at the question always works to make them take the final step. "No! Will you do it? But please... don't cum inside my ass." With that I just pushed my head through the tight ring, no condom and only using spit for lube, making him scream in both pain and pleasure. And there we were, a chubby inexperienced 22 year old boy, bending over for my 30 year old thick bareback bear dick. Trying to back away but trapped against the hood of my car as I slowly but forcefully raped open his amazingly tight ass, feeling his ass muscles tighten, trying to push my bare cock out. His hands on my hips trying to stop me from entering him. No sound except for a low continuous moan, the sound of someone who can't even come to terms with asking me to stop, the sound of someone who can't even find the strength to scream as he is grabbed by the shoulders and pulled back on the raw cock tearing him apart. I had him then. And once I had my dick all the way up his ass, I kissed him on the neck and knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "Fuck me please. I'm all yours" Part 2 - The stranger to come soon!

Totally made up story My friend has the cutest boyfriend. He's a little smaller than my friend and me. I can't lie. I do wanna drill him. But he's my friend's boyfriend and I would never do that. It's kinda awkward around him. I try not to look so uncomfortable, but I can't help it. There's something about him that makes me so hard. When he hangs out with us, I always feel weird about it. I try not to look at him, and sometimes I feel in the corner of my eye he's looking at me. But I come to my senses later and chalk it up to my imagination. We were all hanging out recently at some bar when we started chatting. It was one of those situations. We were all in a large group in the bar, but then all of a sudden everyone else either moved or we weren't involved in the conversation going on in front of us. It was awkward. And then he asked me a strange question: are you poz? Huh? I said. "What kind of question that?" He was immediately apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I just thought.." I wasn't offended or anything, a little defensive but laughed it off a little. "I don't get it, why are you asking?" "Well, I dunno. I mean Shane says you like to fuck raw." Okay so sure. Yes, I do tell my friend Shane that I like to fuck raw, and all the nasty sex I've had. My friend is a little more tame than me, sometimes a little judgemental but whatever. Me: Damn he told you that? What else did you tell you?? Him: You have quite the reputation lol. Me: I do??? Like what?? Him: Yeah. I mean you know he tells me all the shit you do. The bath houses, the sleazy motels, cumdumps. Me: Damn. I mean I guess I expected him to keep it to himself. Him: I think it's sexy. Me: You do? Him: Yeah, I mean it's always nice to have cum deep in my ass. Me: Hot. But why did you ask me if I was poz? Him: Lol. Well uhmm. I don't know if I should tell you. Me: What? He looked around for a second to make sure his boyfriend, my friend, wasn't around. He turned to the side a little, wearing his jean, he pulled them down slightly, to reveal the top of his jock strap. Immediately my dick was hard and throbbing. Him: I mean, it's always nice to have poz loads inside me. Me: Damn. My dick was even harder now. A little bit of precum started to ooze out of my dick. Him: What? lol. I mean I'm a neg4poz cumdump bottom. That's when we started to make out. He abruptly stopped, looked around and said "We gotta be careful." Me: My dick is hard, I gotta drill your ass. Him: Yeah, I know where to go. Little did I know that the back bathrooms in the bar was a hook up spot, well when the dance floor was closed. Usually before 7 or 8. He went first and told me to go back there in about 5 minutes, not to raise any suspicion. I stood there waiting, but then found myself in conversation again with my other friends. "Ill be right back, " I said and told them I needed to pee. I started to walk towards the back, past the a curtain, another bar area that was closed and then to the back bathroom. When I walked in, I couldn't believe. Beyond my expectations. A huge fuck fest. One guy crouched down sucking another guy off. A guy bent over the sink getting fucked. In the two stalls you could see 4 feet in all of them with moaning and guys getting fuck. My friends boyfriend was up against a urinal getting fucked by a daddy in his 50's. He was moaning and looked at me and said "hey baby! I'm so sorry. I hope you don't mind waiting." We started to make out while he was gettng fucked and he started rubbing my cock and tried to unbotton my jeans, but I went ahead and helped him. He pulled my cock out and started rubbing it all while we were making out. I asked him "you gonna put it in your mouth" and he nodded and said "yes daddy." "oh fuck me!" he said to the daddy fucking him, massaged his head a little then repositioned himself so that he could bend over while getting fucked while sucking my dick. "Look at me, cmon. Look at me when you suck me." "yes daddy," he replied. The daddy fucking my boyfriend's friend started to cum and my friend's boyfriend said "yes daddy, cum in me daddy. Fuck yeah," . The daddy zipped up, my friend's boyfriend stood up right, totally naked except for his sneakers, sox, and jock. He walked back to the urinal and I pulled up behind him and started to put my dick inside of him. It wasn't too hard, his ass wasn't tight and it was flooded with cum. "OOOH" he said and I got my dick in deep. It felt so good being inside his sloppy hole. Started slow then faster and faster. He moan "fuck me daddy, fuck me" I fucked him hard and harder, it was so slippery and wet but I couldn't hold it any longer. "I'M GONNA CUM!!!" "yes daddy, cum for me daddy". He pushed his body as close to mine as possible I came in the deepest I could inside of him. I slowly pulled out and he turned around and kissed me. We must have kissed for a couple of minutes. We stopped and looked at me and said "we can't tell Shane, about this, okay?" "Yeah no problem here" I started to walk out of the bathroom and asked him if was leaving too. "Nah, I'm gonna stay and take some more loads." From my understanding my friend had suspected his boyfriend was doing some risky stuff. Their relationship was open. From what I gathered, my friend and him stopped having sex anyways. Me and this guy kept fucking around after that. Anytime we saw each other we always seemed to find a place to hide and fuck. He always found a way to rub my cock when we were always hanging out without anyone noticing. In the end, he did end up becoming poz. I'm not sure what it was, but it made me even more attracted to him. I guess I fell in love with him, and at one point asked if he'd ever be with me. But as crazy as it sounds, his bond with my friend was too strong and he ended up rejecting me. I was pretty hurt by it, and I dunno everything between us cooled down. In the end, the awkwardness started back up again and it was almost like we were back to where we started, me avoiding him. He never stopped getting fucked by random guys of course, and created a big reputation himself as being the neighborhood slut. My friend even confided in my that his boyfriend had become addicted to bath houses. I kinda felt bad that I was fucking his boyfriend behind his back, but I mean I was just one out of the hundreds of guys who were.

Shit! I cum 3 times to this story. So hot!! Next chapter please....🤤

I used to post cumdump parties on BBRT, and had a high flake rate. It was usually around 15% that would show. I assume it'd be about the same with Sniffies. I've had MUCH better luck with BBRT quick connect ads saying I was "hosting for anyone needing to dump a load". These guys are horny right now, not planning 2 weeks ahead. I've had similar luck on Sniffies, posting a note in the "cruising update" section, not a "party". Granted, I don't wind up with 10 guys in my hotel room at the same time, it's more of a revolving door type of scene. But it works if I've got a few hours in an afternoon/evening at a hotel.

It’s a rare man that can make something positive out of going around wearing a pair of underwear on his head.

At the bath in my city the public sling (which is not in a rented room) is in a hallway area which is part of a landing for the stairs. It might as well be under a spot light too. It never seems to be used. I will jump into at times but 99% percent of the guys will just walk past. I will connect with some in my room and get fucked and sometimes say " want to fuck me in the sling if the door to the room has been opened while playing. This will often result in getting fucked in the sling. (I like people watching 👀) The "watchers" will watch but typically no new fuckers. (I think the baths puts the sling in the location they have to reduce the wear and tear.)

I saw some clips of this video….it’s so fucking hot… for me it’s the nerdy stoner band geek breeding the jock bottom boy and teaching jock boy that he’s just a cumdump.

If you can’t douche you should not get bred.

I am trying so hard to get the title of "Too Slutty" so far I have not reached the target my work continues.

The ones that persist and won't go away, or try it every week are the ones I have issues with. In cities where guys are inclined towards groups it's not a problem and often works to my advantage. If it breaks the ice and allows me to lure someone else who may be into fucking, I don't have a problem. In Portland where guys can rarely be persuaded to participate in actual group sex, you are out of circulation until you get rid of the guy that doesn't fuck. If I don't know the guy, I have no idea whether they fuck or not, quite a few guys who don't will try to lead you on with the idea that they might fuck or get fucked right up until they blow their load from whatever it is that gets them off.

I don't give out my home address either, of course I would much rather the sex takes place in a public location as well.

Friday morning my Cum Hole texts if I slept well, I respond if he’s been bred well. “Is that an invite?” I tell him we can’t disappoint the fellas. On arrival I tell him the door is open and to put on his blindfold before coming inside, which is what I always have him do when I send him to get a load from a top. This time I’ll be the anon stud to load him, except I’ve defrosted a pill bottle of loads, about 12 total. Bought a lube injector from the porn store the night before so it would be easier to load my Cum Hole. He deserves it. I fill the lube-injector with what must be at least two of my melted loads and tell him we won’t be cleaning out his hole this time if a top says he wants him fresh. This makes his hole pucker while I pull the injector out of him. I slowly fuck him, tell him his hole feels better than any of the ones I fucked since the last time I was in him. He asks if I can inject him with more loads. “Patience, the first top is almost here.” Top #1: Hung 9” uncut BBC. We start by sucking him off at a makeshift glory hole—my Cum Hole has been enjoying exploring this new kink with me the last few months. I start fucking my Cum Hole while he services the cock through the glory hole. I whisper in his ear: “Make sure you service him well so he comes back.” My Cum Hole grips, relaxes, and grips again my cock in his masterful way, as if confidently telling me he knows he’ll be back. We move to the bedroom, and between both our mouths this backed-up top didn’t stand a chance and came in my mouth. After he dresses and goes, I put the lube injector in my mouth and draw out the fresh load still warm on my tongue. “Get on your back.” Cum Hole lifts his soccer legs and stretches his hole with his hands. “Fuck, I can feel it emptying in me.” Good, I tell him, and inject another four of my loads. I show him the bottle now half full, and I tell him the next top is almost here. Top #2: Hung and thick 8” uncut Latino. Before sliding on the blindfold I tell him to come to the window so he can glimpse the stranger about to load him. While he’s looking I notice how athletically he’s arching his lower back on the edge of the bed, so naturally I need to slide my cock in. “But he’s about to walk in” “So, what” I tell him. “I want you to be loose for this cock.” I sit at my Cum Hole’s mouth while he awaits ass up while the top walks in. “About seven loads in there, man. Add yours” He stays quiet, mounts, and I know this feels good for Cum Hole because he lets out a big, long moan just before he deep throats my cock. I’m giving poppers all the while. This top knows what he’s doing because my Cum Hole is pushing his ass back into it. I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Excellent job. He knows how eager you want to please him. Keep going.” This top says he wants to take his time. “You hear that? He wants to enjoy the Cum Hole.” But not for long: after 10 minutes he’s shooting deep and hard. “Go clean it off with your mouth.” I’m stroking watching my blind folded Cum Hole deep throat this stranger’s cock who just came in his ass. “Come sit on my cock,” and while he’s riding me I remove the blindfold. My Cum Hole has his back to the top while he’s dressing. When my Cum Hole tries to peek over his shoulder I push his chin toward me, grin, and nod sideways; he understands my non-verbals, too. Top #3: Top two is walking out without saying thanks, and I move my Cum Hole to the edge of the bed and have him back on his knees. While I’m fucking him doggie the next top just walks in, “The last guy let me in when he was leaving.” This top is cut, 6.5”, thin cock but very hard. He jackhammers Cum Hole, then says he wants to watch me fuck him. “Is he really blindfolded,” asks this top, unsure because my Cum hole has his face buried in a pillow. “Yeah man, he doesn’t need your face to get your load.” This sends the top overboard because he’s shooting all over my Cum Hole’s ass and back. Immediately I’m scooping it up with my hand and putting it on my cock so I can fuck it in while it’s still fresh. After the top is gone, I turn Cum Hole onto his back, fill him with another four melted loads, and slowly enter him will nuzzling my nose in his chest hairs. He’s gripping my hair, lifting my lips to his while I lift his hands above his head. I love to see his muscle pits while I cum, and I tell him I’m close. He shoots first while I’m pounding, telling him how perfect he tightens and loosens his hole in different spots. “I love serving out my hole to them, for you.” I shoot while inhaling his pits, feeling his body wrapped around my cock. I hand him the injector and tell him to put the last two melted loads in himself. He stands, lifts one leg, and starts moaning and closing his eyes.“ Look at me when my cum goes in you.” In silence and satisfaction, gripping our gazes, we smile.

I agree, it's not a safe activity. However, compared to intentional bug chasing and drug use that is routinely part of the discussions on this website, it doesn't seem so bad in comparison.

breed me deep. I wanna keep as much cum in me as possible, specially when I’m taking load after load.

This is so fucking hot!

dude this is so weird cause i was never into butt sex, i always thought it was just for fags.. but ever since my best bro helped me try meth, i noticed my butthole just keeps feeling suddenly wet and kinda looser.. I've known for a minute that this shit might be taking me over and messing up my mind, but as I started reading these messages I've been sending all my buddies, I started to really understand what happened.. dude when I smoke meth, it;'s so fuckin awesome, my butthole even tingles some and i kinda am getting obsessed with it, wanting to tell everybody about how it seems like my butthole is just getting looser and wet, even like, family, I feel like they need to know.. i know it's crazy, but bro meth is so awesome, do you wanna try it? will you show me your butthole if I get you high too, dude, I just fuckin love holes now, not like I'm gay but.. because i can't stop telling people and touching it, like rubbing my butthole's puffy lips and feeling it open up and, i think i need to put stuff inside it, i've never felt this, it's kinda insane - yesterday this football player lookin dude walked by me in the park while i hand my hand in my sweat shorts just touching my butthole. and when he looked at me for some reason i just put my legs up and asked him if he wanted to touch my pig hole too.. fucking crazy dude, but i guess i'm totally an actual fag now cause he just slid his big hard cock right in me and I just moaned, and when he said he was gonna nut in my fuckin butthole I didn't even try to stop him.. so have y'all ever like, heard of this bros? cause now you know i'm a faggot piggy boy, i mean, whoa, i don't know what, oinkkkk, dude, please put your cocks in me too, cum in me, i fucking need it oink.. i was a little worried that maybe id gone too far and this was all just the meth, but dude i fuckin love the meth, i don't think ill stop no matter what it makes me do.. i even started just shoving fat shards up my hole now and the more i'm oinking at dudes the more i just wanted to get higher, and dude, I never realized it but nothing tastes better than slurping on their sweaty buttholes and rubbing them all over my face, I just kinda feel like I have to, i can't believe I just literally suck on their holes for hours and I fuckin just love it so now my piggy faggot butthole is just like dripping constantly and i couldn't stop it, it tastes so good bruh, oink, it gets so slimy, so i tasted it and bro it's so fuckin good i just keep scooping out more, you can try it too, check this out, OINK BRO, fuck yeah, I basically just rub my hole all day and suck the slime off my fingers when i realized i was just letting these random dudes come in my apartment and slide their fucking dicks in me dude constantly, like big fucking cocks and i was so high i just laid there gooned out and thanking them for stretching out my ever looser pig hole, I suddenly realized my whole life was meant for me to turn into this cock-worshipping pig faggot cumdump, and I couldn't stop myself from messaging everyone I knew, even my old frat mates from college, straight and married didn't even matter i didn't realize they'd all been filming me too, breeding my pig faggot hole while oinked mindlessly and begged them to make my hole theirs, until my dad FaceTimed me all concerned and said he needed to talk with me about a video his coworker sent him.. but he hadn't even finished the sentence when i realized i was already on my back actually showing my fuckin dad my puffy sticky pig faggot butthole and begging him to breed me just like all everyone else does - surprisingly he just kinda stared blankly for a moment then got noticeably sweaty as he said he would just come over.. dad probably never really expected his first son to turn into a mindless pervy piggy cumdump for any and all cocks but i could never fucking stop now, now I know i was born to be a total fucking pig faggot and lick dude buttholes all day long, thank Sarah Palin for giving me my true purpose, FUCK YEAH METH BROS - but dad feeling the same way, fuck yeah, oink, I can't believe I hadn't been sliding my hole down the thick fuckin pig dick that made me my whole life, dad was this hot fucking faggot dad too and now I was so proud to give him my hole, fuckin awesome I kinda thought my brothers would feel weird about me sending them snapchats of me begging our dad to fill my pig faggot butthole full of his toxic poz cum - they didn't even know i was a faggot yet and here i was showing them how dad and me were both pozzed up pig faggots . but dad had agreed they needed to find out and i could tell by the looks in their eyes when they replied that my brothers were actually realizing they'd always secretly wanted to turn into junkie pig fags and cock slaves too, and I knew I better have dad bring home another bag of fat shards.. snapchat dinged again, with their buttholes already out and going, bro, check out how wet my butthole is suddenly, this is crazy, oinkk so now that all of our lives are totally focused on our wet loose pig holes and letting literally any dude any place any time shove their raw cocks in us, i don't have to worry nearly as much, I actually feel fuckin better than ever, being real family. and swallowing down all my brothers' piss out of their shrinking piggy tweaker dicks keeps me so spun out of my mind i don't even care who finds out what a fucked up pig faggot toilet i am now, i kind of want them all to know actually.. cause the more I tell them, the more I still get surprised how they already know, id never guessed how many of them would start breeding me too.. but now there's a new secret I feel building inside me and I'm not sure I can even tell you, but OINKKKK, fuck yeah, bro, I gotta tell you.. just hold on a minute, I kinda gotta let this out..

I like fucking in my car. And in the forest.

Some day, all novels will be written this way. Dan Brown’s probably already are…😉

I'm constantly returning to this story, reading it again and again. I can't get enough. I need to know what happens next.

The Northern Line tube only runs till just after midnight but the N5 bus runs all night. It used to run every 10 minutes a few years ago but is only every 30 minutes these days. Stops quite near Jack Straws Castle on North End Road.

Hot chapter! I love that pozzing vid in this installment as it is truly one of the best ones out there. That poz top gifter definitely knows what he’s doing. He did everything to make sure his seed takes. 900 thousand VL count plus the rough fuck tearing up bottom stud then keeping his cock inside after exploding to give his virus a better chance of finding one of those tears to enter the bloodstream and take over bottom studs body. Fucking beyond hot! I’d love to know if that guy successfully converted or not from that hotel room fuck.

Hi stud. You want to fuck me full of your spunk.

I hope the rest will live up to expectations! I took me a long time to write this part as I had to stop on a regular basis to jerk off.

Aww, thanks! That was back in my bottom days when I was playing safe. That would've been sometime during 89-95. Seven men in a couple of hours is nothing to some of the guys on this site and I 😍 them for that! Tried to schedule 5 bottoms in 5 days last week. Three of them flaked/ghosted cause I haven't heard boo from them since. Oh well. I always have lots of other things to do outside of sex! 🤯

15. “How do you feel,” Mike asked after the men had gone. He stood stretching and cracking his back. I felt exhausted and used, still resting most of my weight on the back of the couch. “Amazing,” I replied. I made to get up but Mike stopped me saying, “Hold on, bend back over. I wanna see that hole.” I lent back forward and Mike moved behind me. He bent down, got eye level with my ass. “God, your fucking hole is wrecked. You’ve turned this into a real cunt in like three days.” He slid a finger along my hole, and I pressed back making my hole open a little more for him. “Fucking beautiful.” “Thank you.” “Do you have another top lined up yet?” “No, it was just those two so far.” “Ok, stay right there.” He went into his room while I stayed bent over the arm of the couch. He came back a few moments later, a long silvery orange dildo in his hand. It was almost 18 inches long, tiny at the tip but like a large faired plug at the bottom. It already shone with lube. He lined the slithery toy up with my hole and fed its length slowly inside my guts. It twisted and wiggled its way right past my second hole till the full length was almost inside me; and then pop, the base locked into my battered hole. I was wildly full, and found that I was panting a little. “Oh fuck Matt,” I said a little breathlessly, “I feel so stuffed. Jesus. This is perfect.” “I love that toy. After my first week locked I slept with it in for almost a month. Kept me ready for cocks at any moment. My hole would feel open and stretched all day even when I didn’t have it in.” “That sounds so hot, do you mind if I…” “That’s why its in your cunt boy. You’re going to sleep with it in your hole from now on, I may even send you to work with it in your hole. I bet your boss will love finding that inside you the next time he fucks you.” “Oh yes please.” “I’m going to meet a friend for a drink… you should probably rest your pussy. Three days of raw cock, plus sleeping pluged will wear a cunt out and you don’t want to have to stop getting fucked do you?” “God no.” He kissed me deeply, and then went to get dressed. I laid down in my room, naked except for the cage and tugged on the toy locked deep inside me. I groaned. I head Matt leave, and lost myself in the feeling of fullness. Slowly, I drifted off into another fitful sleep. The next morning I showered and got ready for work. I thought about leaving the plug at hole but after slicking it with lube again and riding it a few times I decided I didn’t want to give up the feeling of fullness. I pushed it back into my hole and put on a pair of very tight white briefs to help hold it in. The vibrations of the subway train through the plug were almost too much for me, and by the time I got to work I was so worked up that a cool sweat was running down my back. I groaned a little when I say down in my desk chair and felt the plug push just a little bit further into my guts. I’d been at my desk for maybe ten minutes when and email came through from my boss. “Please come to my office when you can – Steve.” My hole twitched thinking about Steve’s big raw cock siding inside me again. I wasted no time, and rushed as fast as I could without dropping the plug out of my hole, to my boss’s office. The cute male secretary who normally sat in front of his office was gone, and the shades were drawn behind the windows. I knocked on the office door, and it was quickly opened by Steve. He was smartly dressed in a tight-fitting button down that I now knew covered his stunning muscled furry body, and gray trousers that at this moment barely hid his bulge. “Oh good! You’re here.” He said with a broad grin, “come in.” He stepped back and let me in the office. I was, to say the least, surprised by what I found on the other side of the door. Sitting on the couch opposite Steve’s desk was his secretary Blake. Which, was not in itself shocking, what was shocking was that Brian was completely naked, sporting a hard 9 inch cock. He looked at me, a wicked light in his bright eyes, and winked. “Let me explain a little,” Steve said, closing the office door, “Blake and I have been fooling around for quite some time, and this morning I was telling Blake here about good your cunt felt yesterday and how desperate you were for loads now that you’re locked.” “And we decided maybe you would enjoy a little early morning breeding session to get the day going,” Blake finished for him, getting up and stroking his rock hard dick. “Like I told Steve yesterday,” I stepped closer to Blake and got on my knees. “My hole is his, whenever he wants it.” I grabbed Blake’s cock, and pulled him closer, “And yours too.” “Now, before you start swallowing Blake, strip.” “Yes, Sir.” I stood up and facing Blake and Steve stripped off. I dropped my clothes behind me onto the couch, being careful to keep the plug in my hole hidden from them, I wanted it to be a surprise. “You look good as a caged up sub,” Blake said. “Thank you. I feel good.” “Now can he such my cock?” “Yes, now he can suck your cock.” I dropped back to my knees, and gobbled down Blakes cock. The salt of his pre cum hit my tongue, and instantly I arched my back, my body responding somewhat out of instinct. It felt good, having this fat cock slide into my mouth. My saliva glands went into overdrive, making sure that I gave this man the best blow job I could. As I swallowed Blake, Steve moved behind me, and then I heard a low whistle. “You’re plugged today too.” “Yes Sir,” I responded, letting Blake’s cock out of my mouth just long enough to respond. “You get more and more slutty every day. Let’s get this plug out though so I can use your cunt.” Steven started to pull on the plug, and I arched my back more to give him better access to my hole. I felt my ass lips being pulled out with the wide base of the long snake like toy until finally they released and the whole thing came slithering out. “Jesus fuck,” Steve said, “This thing is huge, and your cunt is so fucking open…” I heard him get up and undress quickly, then he was back at my hole, “we may get no work done today playing in this cunt.” “Fine by me,” Blake said, his hands were now twisted in my hair holding my face in place as he fucked my face.

I would have made him look at your friend after he bred him whilst you were fucking him and call him out whilst you fucked him into the mattress

Everything changes. We as individuals evolve - when I joined here my outlook was different than it is now. This site is partially responsible for some of those changes, but there are many influences changing us. This site has evolved too. People have come and gone. Rules have changed. When I joined Bareback was the exception, and PrEP in its infancy. Now it's the norm, and PrEP seems ubiquitous. I think those who enjoyed bareback for the thrill of the risk don't get the same hit and have moved on to things that are found more in The Backroom section. And let's not forget the world has changed - it's not the same place as it was before C19. From my own experience locally I'd say that cruising sites and apps are less busy and guys are less inclined to actually meet. Why? I don't know, but I suspect a lazy wank to some porn is a lot easier than actually going out or hooking up. It's better in cities. I accept change is inevitable - we all have some small part in steering it somehow, but none of us can expect to control the direction, except the site owner and its moderators. I don't like or agree with absolutely everything I read on this site, but so long as I feel welcome, our interests are mostly aligned and I can contribute and learn from being here, then it's all good.

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Will be stopping in Chicago the Sunday - Tuesday of Memorial Day weekend and looking for a sleazy and cruise friendly motel. I have had much success over two weekends at the Heart O Chicago but just checking to see if there are any other options. I am a white bottom that only takes raw superior blk dick. I typically stay in a predominantly black area of the city I am visiting. I also only do motels with the room door opening to the parking lot. I want to be as easily assessable as I can for the normal DL Blk Sir breeder. I also like being near either a bathhouse or adult bookstore arcade so that if at some point the traffic is slow at my room I can go hit up one of those spots for some dick and invite back to my room. So taking suggestions on motels I should check out. I always read reviews and look for key comments on sketchy parking lot or mentioning of people coming and going all night or mentioning of drug selling activity. Any help would be greatly appreciated. I also want to invite any of you Blk Sirs in the Chicago area to come thru. My two weekend I have been there I took loads from 38 blk sirs and then loads from 51 sirs. Let’s get a new record made!!!

I don't have a lot of experience on this and the little I do is from a UK perspective, but I stopped my meds in January with the agreement of my doc. Told him that I was going through a bad phase (partially true, although not completely) and that I hadn't been fully compliant with taken the meds daily. The doc's view was that, given the possibility of resistence building up, it would be better to stop meds completely until I knew I could be compliant again that to stop/start them and potentially build up resistance. The aim was to continue with the regular blood tests to keep an eye on my levels, although that plan fell to pieces with Covid coming on the scene. Not yet had any further appointments set up for bloods.

7. Nathan I shifted in bed a bit, trying getting a better view of my nephew lying there. Even allowing for my bias--he was my god-son-- he was an incredibly good-looking young man. He had short, dark hair, a beautiful face, a slim build, a hairless chest, and strong, hairy legs. Erect, his cock was a thing of beauty, at least 8" in size. He was going to be a popular man at school, and it wouldn't be hard for him to talk almost any guy into going bareback. "You're sure of that?" I asked him. "I know it is what I want. But, what does it feel like for you? To be inside of me? Knowing that you're poz. And knowing I'm negative?" I knew I had to be honest with Greg, and therefore, with myself. "It's fucking amazing. For me, it's about power, control, and ownership. But you're giving it up. Giving me your ass of your own free will. Letting me have it and mark it." I paused, wishing I was back inside of Greg, feeling that connection between the two of us, of him giving himself up to me, and me taking it so readily, so forcefully. Between the weed and our conversation, my cock was starting to throb again. "It makes me hard. It makes me feel like a man." "Was it like that with Jason too?" His question crystallized my amorphous thoughts. I had been trying to understand the intensity of my feelings for Greg. And I realized it was like me falling in love with Jason all over again. "Yeah, it was. There have only been a few men like Jason. Alan first. Then Jason. Now you." "Thank-you," he said. "For caring for me all those years. For fucking me now. For fucking me raw. For doing your best to infect me." He leaned in and kissed me. It was long and slow while our hands explored each other's bodies. He felt so young and alive next to me. That he was so accepting of my experience and maturity was a gift I never expected. One hand reached around my head, tracing out the edge of my receding hairline. "So fucking hot, Uncle," Greg said. We continued to make out. Greg worked his hand down from my head, along my body, and then found my cock, stroking me, teasing me slightly. "I want this inside me so badly, but I know I have to recover some." "I know," I replied, "I want to be inside you as well, but if you keep that up, you may not have a choice." All I could think about was throwing the boy down on his back, spreading his legs, and slamming my poz cock into his hole. I could imagine his face, a grimace of pleasure, trying his best to find some pleasure in the pain. Luckily, I was rescued by my stomach before I did anything I might later regret. It growled loudly, and a moment later, Greg's growled as well. I broke off the kiss, and asked, "Food?" "Yeah, I think we should," he replied. "There will be plenty of time later." As he spoke, I finally looked at the clock. It was nearly 7:00pm. He got off the bed and wandered to the window. "There's a Domino's on the corner," he said, peeking out through the shades. "Carry-out?" "Sure," I said. "And there's a minimart on the other corner. Beer?" he asked me, expectantly. "And corrupt a minor?" I asked. Greg had found his phone, and was typing away at it. "I've got, what, nearly ten milliliters of your HIV-infected sperm in my ass? I think you've more than mastered corrupting me. Although, I've been a very willing student." He held the phone to his ear, listened for a second, then said "pick up," beginning the order. As he finished the pizza order, I roused myself out of bed, and found my shorts. I realized I still hadn't showered nearly a day, but didn't care. I knew I wouldn't be the worst smelling guy in th minimart. "Yeah, cool. Thanks," Greg said, putting down his cell phone. "Fast! Five to ten minutes." Greg was still naked, standing in the window. He had left the shade slightly open, unconcerned about someone walking by. The golden evening sunlight was falling on him, reflecting off his smooth skin. I grabbed my camera, and began to shoot. He just stood there, staring out at the sun. He didn't care about me or try to pose. He was just Greg, a perfect young man standing in the late afternoon sun. I walked around him, trying to get a view of his face. He turned and stared at me. Through the viewfinder, I saw him start to smile, his teeth flashing in the sun. He had never seemed so young, so alive, and so bright as at that moment, but yet, in the slightly run-down hotel, there was a darkness creeping around him. It had to be the pool of sperm slowly soaking into him, infecting him, changing him forever. "Perfect," I murmured. He was smiling now, and the sun was slashing brilliant streaks down his body. He was at peace with his body, happy in his nakedness. I couldn't help but notice how his cock was both beautiful and impressive and still a bit hard. I was an intruder in this small bit of perfection. I was older, hardened but wiser, knew the world for the unfair place it was. I wanted to help Greg grow into an adult but I didn't want to contaminate him any more than I already had. "Yes, you are, Uncle," Greg said. That made me realize that I had been helping him become an adult all along. Even if I was shooting blanks, even if my virus didn't take root, the past three days would always loom large in his memory. It wasn't just spit, pre-cum and semen that was flowing from me to him, but experience. Wisdom. Age. And neither of us were the poorer for the exchange. "You zoning out there?" he asked, snapping me out of my reverie. I had, at least, kept my finger on the shutter, and had a few good pictures to show for it. "Yeah, sorry. It's the weed and the driving." I didn't say, because I didn't have to, the sex. "Understood." "Some fresh air would do me good," I said. "I'll head out to get some beer. By then the pizza should be ready, and I can do it all in one trip." "Cool," Greg replied. "I'm going to stay here and roll some spliffs for tomorrow." I found a shirt and shoes, and pulled them on. G reg reached into his bag, and pulled out a jockstrap, as well as the weed and rolling supplies. He put on the jockstrap, then stepped over to the bed table. "Before you go, one last thing? Please?" he asked, "I need this." He was holding up the buttplug. It was clear that Greg had been pushing himself as a bottom. "You think you can handle it?" I asked. Still, I took the butt plug from him as he bent over the table. With one hand, he reached back and pulled an ass cheek back, exposing his hole to me. I ran my finger along his crack. It was still slick and moist from our earlier play. "You don't have to take it, you know," I said, adding "You're still a novice at this. I certainly don't expect it." "But I want it. God, I want everything in me today. Your cock. Your jizz. The buttplug." I grabbed the lube, and poured some over the plug, and put a few drops right on Greg's hole. He shivered a bit as the cold lube hit his warm ass. "Ready?" I asked. I pressed the buttplug against his hole. "Yeah," he replied. I pushed and watched his hole stretch out, swallowing-up the black plug. As Greg worked to accommodate the new intrusion into his hole, his breathing got faster and shallower. "Just a bit more to take," I said, as his hole was stretched around the thickest part of the buttplug. "The worst is almost over." He took a deep breath, and I pushed the rest of it in. There was a pop as his hungry ass swallowed the last bit of the plug. "Nice," I said, rubbing around the edge of the butt plug. I wanted his hole to close up around the stem. "You doing ok?" Greg was still breathing hard, but it was a little deeper and more relaxed. "Yeah, I'm good." He stood up slowly, and I saw his cock straining against the jockstrap. Even if the insertion had been difficult for him to take, it had still turned him on. He slowly sat down at the table, and started to arrange the weed. "Not as nice as your cock, but it will more than do for now," he said. "I better head out," I said. "Pizza will be ready soon." I grabbed my wallet and the key, and walked out into the late evening sun. The heat had barely lifted and it reminded me that I was leaving the tiny bubble of the world Greg and I had created around ourselves over the past few days. In the real world, I had been fucking my barely-legal nephew, raw and unprotected. He had asked me to do it. He had begged me to do it. But what teenager can make a responsible decision about something that will affect them for the rest of his life? And what of me? Had I taken the easy and pleasure-driven path? Greg was everything you could want in a young man, and being in his ass was a small piece heaven. I wanted the best for Greg, I wanted him to realize all of his dreams. But I wasn't sure if this was his dream or if it would turn into his nightmare. And my cock was hard again, just thinking about what Greg had given me. Luckily, it was more difficult than I expected to get to the mini-mart. The road was crowded and there was just barely enough time to cross the street, so my cock had a chance to go down and it not be quite so obvious. I purchased a six pack and then played another round of dodging cars to get the pizza, then headed back to the motel to my beautiful young project. When I arrived in the motel room, Greg was still sitting at the table, rolling the last of eight spliffs. "We gonna need all of them?" I asked. He handed me one with the lighter, "Two for tonight, three for the drive, and then one for each of the three of us tomorrow night." He grabbed a beer from the box and handed it to me. I lit up the joint while he got a beer for himself, and opened the pizza. We ate quietly, and, between bites of pizza and gulps of beer, passing the joint back and forth. The silence wasn't awkward; we had been together for several days, and most of the topics of conversation had been exhausted for the time being. We finished most of the pizza, finished the joint, and were sipping the last of our second round of beer. His naked leg was resting against mine, and occasionally our eyes would lock. "When do you think we'll get there tomorrow?" Greg asked, finally breaking the silence. "Probably around five or so, depending on traffic." "Any plans for Thursday?" "Jason and I had talked about going somewhere, but I think he's going to want to just stay home. Sit out by the pool, smoke some weed, and fuck you raw." "That sounds perfect," Greg remarked. He stretched out, his arms above his head. He was wearing just the jockstrap, and even over the pizza and weed, his heady scent filled the room. I knew I wasn't much better: it had been at least two days since either of us took a shower. It was a mix of sweat, weed, sperm and the open road. "Damn. You need a shower," I said. "You're one to talk," Greg shot back. "Want to join me?" he asked, draining the last of his beer. "Yeah, I would. Give me a sec," I said, indicating the still unfinished beer. I took a few more swigs, then took off my shirt, and threw it into a corner. One last swig, and I stood up, letting my shorts fall off. I hadn't bothered with underwear for the pizza and beer, and I was now naked. "Still so fucking hot," Greg said, staring at me. I turned towards the bathroom, inadvertently giving him a quick view of my ass. "When can I fuck that?" Greg asked. "I'm so boned up here." "Once you're infected, boy. You know that," I replied. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run. Even in the late evening heat, I still wanted the shower to be hot. I needed to wash away the grime, the sweat, and most of all, the lube. I wanted Greg to get just as clean. I wanted to be able to run my tongue around his ass one last time before I would have to share him with Jason. Greg walked in as I was adjusting the temperature, now totally naked and definitely erect. It was a small bathroom, and with both of us, it was a bit cramped. But Greg had figured out where to be in relation to me: in bed, he had quickly figured out the bend of my hips; now, he knew just where to stand to stay out of my way. "I think it's finally warm enough," I said, standing up. "After you." Greg got in first and I followed him. Once under the shower head, he grabbed me and pulled me under the water with him. We kissed, feeling how the water had now made our bodies slippery rather than sticky. At least I had some hair on my chest to provide some friction to hold us together; Greg's hairless chest and ass made it hard for me to get a good grip on him. We were able to stay close enough as our bodies slid against each other to keep our lips locked. I found the small bar of soap provided, and rubbed it over Greg's body, starting at his neck, then worked my way down, over his chest, then back, and then stomach, finally reaching his crotch. I was not surprised to find his cock fully erect and bouncing in the water. I soaped it up, played with his balls, and turned him around to wash out his crack. He bent over slightly, giving me better access, but also exposing the butt plug still lodged deep inside of him. I didn't want to remove it quite yet. I knew how it was keeping all of my seed inside of him. I did my best to clean around it. But I realized that for Greg to be ready for Jason and myself tomorrow night, he would need some time to recover. "Bend over," I told him, grabbing at the base of the plug. "So soon?" he asked. Despite his own reluctance at giving up the plug, he leaned up against the wall of the shower, spread his legs wide and gave me easy access to his ass. "Unfortunately," I replied, adding "You need to pace yourself a bit." I pulled at the base, feeling the resistance from his tight hole. Luckily there was still enough lube on it, no doubt mixed with a trace of jizz, to help it come out smoothly. Greg took a deep breath, and let the last of plug pop out of his hole. It came out clean, just slick with lube. "Not a bit of sperm on it," I said, surprised that he had been able to absorb so much. "It's all inside you now." "As it should be, " he said. "Now it's my turn to wash you off." He stood back up and took the soap from me. As I had when soaping him, he started with my neck, then worked his way down to my chest. He took his time on my chest, playing with my hair. "I wish I had hair like this," he said, running a finger through the soap-matted fur. "Well, at least today, you've got mine," I said. "You know what I mean," he said, laughing. He worked his way down to my stomach, then my cock and balls, before gently turning me around. He soaped up my back, then my ass, and finally spread my ass cheeks and ran the soap along my hole. Once done, he reached around and grabbed me, pulling me tight against him. His cock easily found its way between my cheeks. "Damn, Uncle, I want to get inside of you." His cock was rock-hard and solid. It slid right against my hole and teased me with every movement from either of us. Greg's head was next to mine, his breath hot on my ears. I was pressing right back against him, trying to fight my urge to let him inside of me. "I know. I want it too, but we need to wait until you're charged up and ready." "I know. But god, I want your ass now, not later. But I also want the virus now, not later. I don't want to wait. I want it all." I spun around, facing him. I wanted him inside me just as much, and I was weak when faced with a hard cock. If I had Greg's cock against my hole any longer, I was going to make him fuck me. We kissed, both our cocks hard and pressing against each other. "What's going to happen next?" he asked, breaking off the kiss. "How so?" The question was ambiguous, and could go in so many directions. "I mean, you and me, and school and," he said, trailing off. I pushed him under the water, washing off the soap from his body. Soap-free, I was finally able to get a good grip on his ass, and hold him in place. "And me getting infected," he finally completed. "Well, you're off to college on Friday. That's going to be a lot of changes for you." I spun Greg around so that he was now facing the spray of water. "And if you get sick, well, that's even more changes for you. Changes you may want, but still changes all the same. Let's not try to make plans for the unknown." I knew what he was really asking. I was also old enough to know that there wasn't an answer to the question: what will become of us? With a special emphasis on "us," because back home, Jason was an unspoken presence. It had been an amazing few days for me. I had also been wondering what would come of the two of us, the three of us. The few days had quickly turned into our own world, disconnected from everything else, our families, our daily routines, even some of the deepest cultural mores. As I re-entered my own relatively settled life, and Greg created a brand new one, how would we change? "But, we'll still hang out, I'm sure." "And fucking?" "As long as I've got a cock, you'll have a place to sit." I knew it would be far more complex than that. That, however, was the best I could explain to him for now. I didn't think there would be an issue with Jason, but relationships were always complex. Mix in the fact that Greg was family, that Greg was still barely an adult, and that if all went well, that Greg would be seriously ill in only week or two: I didn't want to even try to predict tomorrow, much less late September. Now it was Greg's turn to push me under the water. I still held onto his ass, my fingers digging into his crack. My fingers slipped into his well-lubricated hole, still open and permeable from the buttplug. It felt good to be able to slide in so easily; to be allowed to slide in so readily. It was a sign that Greg belonged to me tonight. I let the water wash over me, getting rid of the sweat and lube that had accumulated over the past few days. We made out a bit, trying not to think about the future and all the uncertain pleasures and pains that it held. "Ready for the final push tomorrow?" I asked Greg. Alone, we each rinsed off quickly, then stepped out of the shower. "Yeah, I think so." He was quiet as he tried to dry off with the too-small hotel towel. "A bit nervous about seeing Jason. Not sure what I say to him. 'Hi! Good to see you again. Now fuck me bareback and breed me?'" "Well, that's definitely one way to do it," I said, "But don't worry. This is something I'm here to help out with." I dried off his back and then turned around as he dried off mine. He spent a little more time than was strictly necessary on my ass, but I didn't mind. It had been nearly a week since Jason had fucked me, and I hadn't gotten any on the road. I was starting to get an itch that only a hard cock could scratch. I wrapped towel around my waist and went into the main room. Greg followed me, picking up the other spliff for the evening. He lit it. I found a pair of shorts, and pulled them on. Greg passed me the spliff as he pulled on a pair of underwear. "TV?" he asked, as he jumped on the bed. "Sure," I said, doing a second hit before joining him on the bed. We passed the joint back and forth, switching through the channels, trying to find something worth watching. Not surprisingly, we finally settled on a stoner comedy, and nestled together, we slowly drifted off to sleep. Much later, or maybe only a few minutes later, my cellphone buzzed, and I woke with a start, unsure of exactly where I was or what time it was. But there was a warm body, nestled against me, an arm across my chest, and the slow, steady breathing of a man who felt safe and comfortable. His presence was both new and comfortingly familiar. As the sleep fog gently cleared from my head, I remembered that it was Greg, although there was a definite presence of Alan in the room. I wondered if it was Alan's virus that was infiltrating Greg's body, instead of mine. Maybe there was some hidden reserve of the original virus that had infected me coming out of hiding from deep in my body to convert my nephew. When Jason had converted, it had been clear that he was my creation. It was the smell of his body in the middle of the fuck flu that made it obvious; he smelled like me. But Greg was already far more complex. He was growing into his own man, but with hints of his father, myself, and now surprisingly, Alan. As I inhaled his scent, it was clear the next few years were going to be complex for everyone: Greg, Jason, and perhaps most of all, myself. As I looked around the room, I saw that the TV was still on, although the sound had been turned down. I didn't remember doing it, but the remote was next to my hand. The clock by the bed read 11:45, so we hadn't been sleeping too long. I grabbed my cell phone, and saw that the buzz was from when Jason had texted. "Meds," it read, "You'll need them to have the strength to fight me off tomorrow. Haven't cum in two days." I smiled. It wasn't I who would need the strength. It would be Greg. If he even put up a fight. I gently moved Greg aside; he groggily rolled over, "Morning?" he asked. "No, just need to take my meds," I said. I rolled out of bed. It was hardly morning, but my cock didn't know that. It was hard and straining against my shorts. As I walked to the sink, I pushed the shorts off and my dick sprang free, sticking out straight in front of me. I poured a glass of water, then opened the bottles and counted out the pills. "Turn around," Greg said. He had turned over in the bed, and was now facing me. He had also lost his underwear at some point in the evening, and his cock was just as hard as mine. Staring right at me, he was slowly stroking his cock. "Damn, you're hot. And watching you take your meds is fucking amazing." I popped the pills in my mouth, then took a gulp of water. I smiled at Greg, then finished the rest of the glass. "Back to sleep," I said, turning off the lights and TV, then getting under the sheets. Greg followed my lead and nestled his head in my arms, a leg wrapped around mine. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, but I was awake a little longer, wondering what I had started and what I needed to do to finish it properly - if it was something that could ever be finished. I awoke in the morning to the brilliant desert sun streaming in through the thin curtains. Greg was still right next to me, his warm body pressed against mine. Between us, I could feel our hard cocks pressed against our bodies. As I stretched, Greg stirred slightly, his hand running down my torso, and finding my shaft. "Good morning, Uncle," he said a bit sleepily, his fingers running against my dick. There was a small bit of precum at the tip already, which Greg immediately licked off from his fingers. "You ready for your injection this morning?" I asked. Even if he were up for fucking, I knew that he needed time to recover. "Injection? Or fucking?" Greg asked, hopefully. "I think an injection this morning," I said. I could see a hint of disappointment on his face. "We're going to make it home this afternoon, and you need to be ready for Jason. I want him to have the pleasure of fucking your ass, as long and as hard as he wants" I continued, which made him smile a bit. "It's just so impersonal," he said, but he made no attempt to move away from me, or to stop stroking my cock. "I know, but sometimes this process is just about getting sperm into your hole." I looked at the clock, and saw it was already 7:45. We needed to get on the road soon, if we were to avoid rush hour traffic in LA. "Sit up," I told him, indicating the side of the bed. I got out of bed. Luckily, I had left the supplies on the bed table, so they were ready at hand. I grabbed the lube, poured some on my cock, and knelt down in front of him. His cock was already hard and sticking straight up, filling my entire field of view. Long, thick, hard, erupting out of a fine mound of pubic hair, I wanted to worship it all day. I couldn't tell Greg how much I wanted to feel it inside of me, how much I wanted to feel him inside me, and feel him shooting his loads into my ass. We both badly wanted it. In reality, it was an arbitrary and stupid rule, but now it had turned into a matter of pride, and I had to follow it. As he looked down at me, I began to lick his cockhead, savoring the drops of pre-cum that had accumulated at the tip. Sucking a guy’s cock had never embarrassed me. Men loved me servicing their cocks and I loved the feeling of a thick shaft in my throat. Greg was no exception, and he moaned as I worked my way down his shaft. I slowed down my attack slightly, wanting to drag out the pleasure for both of us. It didn't take long for me to feel his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat. I swallowed, and let his head slide into my throat. Greg's cockhead was fat, even by my experienced standards, and it pushed against the walls of my throat. I stopped for a moment to get used to the invasion. I managed to not gag, even as I could feel his cock dripping more pre-cum right into my stomach. My goal was clear; I wanted to take his entire cock into my mouth and throat. Greg reached over to the bed table and grabbed the poppers. He did a long hit, and then held it under my nose. I inhaled the sweet chemical, waiting for it to take effect. The chemicals didn't take long to hit me, and my world narrowed to one beautiful thing. All that mattered was Greg's cock, and all that I wanted was to make this amazing boy feel like the master of the world. Greg put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed me further down. I submitted willingly. I was stroking my own cock furiously. "Fuck Uncle, that feels good," he said, as my lips reached the base of his cock. His soft moans and grunts of pleasure were music to my ears. He held my head in place and started to thrust his hips, forcing his cock into my mouth, and down my throat. I did my best to take every inch, even as it scraped up and filled my throat. He stood up from the bed, not letting his cock fall out of my mouth, and continued to face-fuck me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers from his hand, and held it under my nose. I needed some help to take his aggressive throat-pounding, and the poppers would do just that. But, if I did a hit, he would do a hit. If he did a hit, his assault would get even more forceful. My first prediction was right, and as I finished my hit, he took the bottle and held it under his nose. I wondered if the second prediction was going to come true as well. "I'm gonna cum soon, Uncle. You going to swallow my sperm for me?" I nodded yes, not wanting to let his cock fall out nor miss a single drop of his pre-cum. That was all the permission that Greg needed to go for the final thrusts. The few times I had sucked him off, it was about me servicing him, me worshipping him, me getting him off. This time, it was about him fucking my face, asserting his dominance over me. Far from minding his new-found control, my cock was hard as a rock. I slowed down, worried that I was going to shoot even before he did. I didn't have to worry, because a few seconds later, Greg grunted. He forced his cock deep in my throat, and I felt the pulse of sperm travel the length of his shaft directly into my stomach. "Swallow my sperm, Uncle. Get every drop of my load," he barked at me. He pulled out just enough for his next spurt to land on my tongue. His semen was still sweet and innocent. I could eat it all day, but I also knew that it wouldn't remain this pure long. If he followed the path he was going down, it would become a potent mix of sperm and virus. My own cock twitched at the thought, and I had that familiar tingling of my cockhead that meant my orgasm wasn't far off. I slowed down my strokes. Greg deserved to get his rocks off first. For the next jet of hot jizz, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, aiming it at my goatee. It more than coated my goatee. Greg had a few more spurts in him, each of them landing right in my mouth. Then he collapsed on the bed, sweaty and spent. "Go ahead, Nate," he said, "Shoot your load for me." He handed me the shot glass. Savoring the cum still in my mouth and slowly licking more of it out of my goatee, I stroked even harder. It didn't take long for me to get right on edge. "Come on Uncle. One more load for me," he said, egging me on. "You know how badly I want it." He had reached down and was fingering his hole. It pushed me over the edge, and a thick rope of sperm shot out, landing right into the glass. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. That's what I need. More of that hot, toxic daddy jizz." Around Greg, I had hardly needed encouragement to shoot my load, but hearing him call me 'daddy' and beg for my toxic jizz tweaked my balls just right. In short order, I pumped out four more huge spurts of semen. The glass was almost full of hot, deadly, white fluid. Catching my breath, I managed to grunt, "Ready for it, boy?" "You know I need your toxic sperm, Uncle Nate," he said, turning over and getting on all fours. I was still kneeling down, and his ass was sticking out, right at face level for me. I didn't bother asking permission and buried my head into his crack, my tongue immediately finding his hole. There was a hint of the sperm I had injected in him the night before, along with the heady sweat and musk of a young man. Greg was squirming under my attention, alternately pulling away from my tongue and pressing down, forcing it into deeper into him. I could have died eating Greg's ass, but I knew we needed to get on the road soon. I had opened him up enough to be able to take the narrow syringe, but then reluctantly needed turned my attention to what he really needed from me. The glass had far more sperm than I expected, and I knew it would be at least two full syringes to get it all inside of Greg. I wished I had been able to inject it into him naturally, but this morning, it was enough to just make sure it wouldn't go to waste. I knew I would have many other chances to fuck a load of my virus into this boy. And if it all went well, soon enough he would be pumping his own deadly loads into my hole. "How many injections this morning, Uncle?" he asked me. "Two, maybe three," I said. "Damn, Uncle, your balls don't stop, do they?" "Not around you," I said. Even for me, it was an unusually large load. Getting to service Greg was no doubt the reason for it. I took the syringe off the bed table, and stuck it into the accumulated cum. Pulling up the full 5cc didn't seem to have any noticeable impact on the amount of sperm in the glass. I was glad for it; I knew that Greg's hole was still a bit sore and the jizz would help lubricate and nourish him. "First one," I said, as I slid the thin tube deep in his hole and pushed down on the plunger. "Oh god," he gasped. "Everything ok?" I asked. It was too late for me to stop this injection, but if there was a problem, I could, maybe, bring myself to stop the process. It would be a shame to see such a massive load go to waste, but it was more important that Jason also get a go at Greg's hole. "It's odd. I had forgotten how good it feels to have cum inside of me. And I know it was just last night that you filled me up. Don't stop." I pulled out the syringe, and loaded it up again. It had another full 5cc of virus for my boy's hole, although the shot glass was definitely looking emptier. Once more, I repeated sliding it in and pushing down. It was a beautiful sight, the warm fluid flowing out of the tube and into his hole. "Last one, I think," I said, as I put the syringe back in the glass. The liquid was a yellowish-cream, not the pure white I expected. It looked dirty and malevolent. I knew it was. I got every last drop, but it was only about 3cc. "13cc total for you this morning." "I don't care. I just need all of it in me. Fill me up," he grunted. He reached back and pulled his ass cheek open and exposed his hole for me. "Now," he said. He had finally developed the itch for raw sex, for sperm in his hole. He'd never be able to go back to rubbers, to not sharing a man's seed. One last time, I slid the syringe into him and loaded him up. I pulled it out, and leaned in, gently licking his asshole, letting it close up and hold all of the sperm inside of him. "There you go," I said. "That should hold you for at least the morning, I think." I stood up, and started to collect the supplies. Greg stayed on all fours, arching his back to ensure the sperm stayed put, inside of him. Finally, after I had put everything away, he stirred, and got up off the bed. He walked over to where I was standing by the sink, and wrapped his arms around me. "Thank-you," he said. "This trip has been better than I ever dreamed it would be." "My pleasure," I said, "but we need to get on the road if we're to get there in time." "Always practical," he said. Nevertheless he started to find underwear and clothes for the drive, and generally organize himself to get on the road. We hadn't brought much in, so after brushing our teeth and a chance to pull on some clothes, we were ready to go. "Want me to drive?" he asked, as we walked out. It was only 8:30, but the sun was already beating down on us. "Sure," I said, tossing him the keys. In two days, it would his car, so it seemed pointless not to give him the chance. I hadn't occurred to me that I had been doing all the driving: it was one more aspect of my natural instinct to be the father type coming out. Jason often had to remind me that I was his husband and not his dad. My instincts and my actions were even worse around Greg. He pulled out of the parking lot, and quickly we were back on the interstate. The morning sun was still behind us, which made the car a little more bearable. I could feel the heat slowly rising off the desert. The day was going to be another hot one. Greg pulled out one of the joints and handed it to me. I lit it up, and we passed it back and forth. As the weed hit us, we started talking about school again, what classes Greg was going to take, what clubs and activities he might do, possible majors, and random thoughts about the future. Sooner than I expected, there was the sign welcoming us to California. "How much longer?" Greg asked me, noticing the state line. I looked at my watch. It was just about eleven, which meant that we would miss the rush hour traffic. "Four hours, maybe a little less. You OK driving?" "Totally," he said. "And how are you feeling?" "Honestly? A bit nervous about meeting Jason. And my ass is still nicely sore." "It'll be fine. Trust me." I grabbed my phone and shot off a quick message to Jason letting him know where we were. A few moments later, I had a response: "Can't wait to see you. And Greg." "Don't worry. He's excited to see you," I said. "And he doesn't even know yet that he's going to be able to fuck you." I looked over and saw that Greg was smiling at the thought. I could feel my own cock twitch as well. With work and travel, it had been a few weeks since Jason and I had been able to share a bottom. And the bottom this afternoon was going to be a very special one. Greg continued to drive. We were talking a little less, both looking forward to the end of the trip. Traffic was mercifully light as we threaded our way through the vast suburbs of LA. Before long we were only miles away from my house. "Almost there," I told Greg, as I texted Jason that we were getting close. "Just be yourself," I said, resting my hand on his thigh. "Just nervous, I guess," he said. "Don't worry," I said. "And turn here," I said, indicating the driveway. Jason's car was parked there; mine was in the garage, leaving space for the SUV. Greg pulled in, and turned off the engine. Jason had been waiting for us; even before the Range Rover has been parked, he was out the door to greet us. It was one of his days off, and he was clearly making the best of it. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweats and a white tank top. "Hey boo," he said, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a kiss. "It's good to see you," he said. Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I've missed being inside you." As he pressed against me, I could feel his cock slowly grow in response to my touch. My hands dropped down to his ass. Through the fabric of his sweats, I could feel the jockstrap he was wearing. "Me too," I whispered into his ear, not quite telling the whole truth. I had missed Jason. Greg had been providing me with more than enough sexual action, but there was a closeness and intimacy that Greg and I had yet to develop. I shut the door. Jason turned to Greg, who had been standing next to the Range Rover, quietly watching us. I saw a subtle tent in Jason's sweats, but I said nothing. The jock strap was doing a good job holding his cock in place. The same subtle tent was also forming in Greg's shorts. "Good to see you as well!" Jason said, giving him a quick hug. "Good trip?" he asked. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun. But I'm glad to be out of the car now." "I bet. I'll help you with your stuff. You guys can relax and have a beer out back. I've got the hot tub ready for you." "Perfect," I said, getting our bags from the back. Jason lead Greg into the house, and I brought up the back. Once inside, Greg made a beeline for the bathroom, and it was just Jason and myself. "So good to be back home," I said. "He's a great kid, but he's still just 18." "With an 18 year old's ass as well. I think I would have jumped him by the end of the first day. He's grown up. Very nicely." It was good to hear him say that about Greg "Now, remember, he's my nephew," I said. I knew Jason was going to get a nice surprise this afternoon. He'd to tag my hot young nephew with his poz juice. "I know, I know," Jason said. "You want to unpack now? Or?" Greg came out of the bathroom as Jason asked me the question. "I want to have a beer first and relax a bit before I have to unpack. That sound good?" I asked Greg. "For sure," Greg answered. We left our bags by the door, and went to the kitchen. I pulled out three beers from the fridge, and opened them. Jason headed out back and set up the chairs around the table. "Want me to get a joint?" Greg asked. "Definitely. I could use that as well." While he was digging through his bag, I found an ash tray in the back of a cabinet, and some chips for us to eat. Greg came back with two joints and a lighter. "He's even hotter in person," Greg said quickly, talking about Jason. "I want him to fuck me. Like right now." "Patience, boy," I said. "He'll fuck you soon enough." I handed the chips and a beer to Greg, and the two of us joined Jason on the patio. As we sat down by the pool, I thought it was a perfect Southern California summer afternoon. It was about eighty out, and the sun was shinning brightly. Greg put the chips on the table and we each took a beer. "I needed this," I said, taking a swig. Greg took out one of the joints, and motioned to Jason, "Ok?" he asked. "Oh yeah, very ok," Jason answered. Greg lit up the joint, and did a hit. I took another swig, and a deep breath. On either side of me were very hot men, and I knew both of them would eagerly bend over and offer up his hole to me. Already, each of them had willingly taken my raw cock, knowing full well the disease I carried. Each of them had let me fill him with my infected sperm. It was a comforting thought, to know that my seed was always going to be a part of them and that we would always be connected. After two hits, Greg passed the joint to Jason. Jason took it and did a hit. "Should we even bother unpacking?" I asked Greg. "We'll just have to re-pack it tomorrow or Friday morning." "Yeah, I've got enough stuff for tomorrow," Greg said. Jason had done a hit, and passed the joint to me. "What are we doing tomorrow?" Jason asked. "You guys want to do anything?" "No idea," Greg said, smiling. He looked at me with a knowing glance, and I knew that he had only one idea for what he wanted to do. "Let's figure that out after dinner. We've got plenty of time," I said, between hits on the joint. I handed it to Greg. "Sounds like a good idea," Jason said. The weed and beer were slowly working its way into our systems, and we were growing quiet, enjoying the sun and the warmth. My gaze was switching between Jason and Greg, each of them catching my eye and smiling. The weed was making us horny, and it was time to get naked. My nephew needed to get fucked again. He needed another shot of dirty jizz and this time, and my husband was the man to give it to him. "Greg," I asked, "you're still thinking about getting a tattoo?" "Yeah, I am." "Jason has a nice one. You should take a look at it." "Uncle Jason, can I see your tattoo?" Greg asked, before Jason could say anything. Jason was looking at me, all but staring daggers into me. "Yeah, I guess," Jason said. He stood up, and handed me the joint before he pulled up his tank top. I took a hit from the joint, watching the afternoon sun play across his smooth, muscular torso. The red biohazard symbol around his belly button practically glowed in the bright sunlight. "Nice," Greg said. He got up from the chair, and knelt down in front of Jason. He looked at the biohazard tattoo. I knew it well: I had helped to design it. And of course, I had also spent hours staring at it as I nursed Jason’s hard cock. Right around the edge, at the base, there was my name, "Nathan Telemann." Greg was close enough to easily read it. "That's Uncle Nathan," he said. "Yeah," Jason said, uneasily. He was anticipating the next questions, and I knew he didn't know how to answer them. I got up and stood behind Jason. I grabbed his tank top and pulled it off him. As I wrapped my arms around Jason's muscular torso, Greg looked up at the two of us. "Are you HIV-positive too, Uncle Jason?" "Yeah, I am," he said. I was right up against Jason, close enough to feel the heat from his skin. My cock was twitching, happy to be pressed against my Jason and anticipating what was to come. "Show him the rest of your tattoo," I said. Connected to the biohazard symbol was a chain; it snaked down Jason's stomach, and disappeared behind the waistband of his sweats. Before Jason could even react, much less say anything, Greg had pulled down his Jason's sweats. Greg exposed a black jock, the pouch starting to strain against Jason's hardening cock. The tattoo chain went down Jason's leg, and mid-thigh, there was the first of many red links. There was a name under the first red link: "Ben Moore." He had been the first of many men we had infected together. Each red link had a name under it. Many of the names were the same names on the bullets I wore on my thigh. I wrapped my arms around Jason, resting my head on his shoulders. I looked down, and saw Greg kneeling in front of my husband's groin, seemingly oblivious to Jason's throbbing cock. I nibbled on Jason's ear, whispering, "He looks hot kneeling down in front of you, doesn't he?"