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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.

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.

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

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!

Why's it so hard to find a PNL bareback guy in this city..that wants a ass eating slamming trip,e mix injecting 4edneck to fuck them crazy? Nasty kink pigs ..seems guy just wanna see your pics an videos..5alk..an that's all..

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

You're a good boy aren't you? Happy Birthday.

This is amazing, freaky, and disturbing. I put in the first paragraph of the last story I posted and it came up with something completely different. Maybe better.. I fed more and it quickly got stuck in a loop sucking and blowing. Might help with writer's block.

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

Say "what" no tiaras that changes everything I have been under a false impression. 😆

Just a thought, but would it be possible to put some kind of flag on a new topic that bug chasing comments are not welcome when a new forum topic outside the backroom forums?

“Too slutty”? Is that a thing?

The Heath is a 15 min walk from Hampstead Station (Northern Line), regular buses can take you back into Central London at night. Point to a place called Jack Straw’s Castle, next to that you’ll see a track and a car park, follow that and head down the stairs. Most action happens in the “darkroom” now. Turn right when you get to the bottom of the stairs and shortly you’ll see an open space on your left - if you see a path and building on your right you’ve gone too far. Walk through that and in between the trees you’ll find a path, follow the sound of guys fucking and you’ll reach the darkroom. There’s usually loads of guys walking around and heading to the same place so you can just follow them. The famous fuck tree can still be fun sometimes, there’s proper directions on Squirt. I would recommend using Squirt if you don’t already, it’s a good way to know who’s there. You’re almost guaranteed to get some action in the evening/night though. Daytimes can be fun too.

That's a lot better than I have done with Sniffies, locally they only seem to be using the video chat option, which I have no interest in. I haven't tried to setup a group but have posted when I was going to be at a public location, but despite lots of back and forth messaging haven't actually hooked up with any guys from Sniffies. What few actual apps hookups I've had recently were from Squirt. BBRT used to be better than most apps, but no one local seems to even be logging into it now.

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.

I’ve gotten syph several times at Inn Leather… amongst many other things.

I love trance music playing in the background, no vocals just the constant beat flooding my subconscious. Especially when smoking pot. The beat gets into my head and then all my nerve endings are firing off to match the music and I get caught up in feeling my tunnel of pleasure opening and allowing the hand/arm to slide in.

Fuck YES! Oh, how I would love to live in a situation like this!!!

The next day at work, I got a phone call from Dr. Woods. I answered the call and he said, "Hey Rik, how are you doing?" "I'm good. What's up?" I responded. "I know yesterday was a surprise and wasn't want you planned. Are you on board with the treatment plan we discussed?" He must have been at the hospital seeing patients, as I could hear the overhead announcements in the background. That explains the formality of his tone. "Yeah, I am actually. I guess this is something I've wanted for a while, but didn't have the balls to go for it." He replied, "Excellent. I was hoping you would be open to this. Dr. Grant and I took a look at your lab work yesterday after you left your first treatment and your immune system is really strong and can take a beating, if you know what I mean. Are you still interested in the FasTrack blood donation program, or are you going old-school?" Luckily, I have an office at work, because my cock starting getting hard over this conversation in which I was discussing willingly seroconverting, and setting a course for the rest of my life. "Yes, Dr. Woods, I think the FasTrack process makes sense for me. I'm excited to get started and earn my own biohazard tattoo." He replied, "That's great. I was hoping you would say that. I'm going to cancel Friday night, and we'll push that back a week. You will get a Club e-mail inviting you to an event the next Saturday. Three days before that, stop by the office at your convenience and see Teddy. He will give you something to suppress your immune system. It's a safe medication and it will help with the FasTrack process. How's that sound?" "That sound perfect," I replied, adding "I look forward to receiving the e-mail. Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Rik." Later that day, I received the following e-mail: Conversion Club Members - Please accept this invitation to our home next Saturday at 4:00 PM for some light refreshments and some Conversion Club business. We will have the pool warmed up for those who wish to enjoy it. (Leave the bathing suit at home. We'll have the usual clothing check for you.) Conversion Club business starts at 6:00 PM, opening with congratulations to the most recent convertees. In addition we will have three inductees to welcome, one of whom is a FasTrack participant. Justin and I look forward to seeing next Saturday. Brad Woods I left work early that next Wednesday and stopped at the office of Dr. Woods, telling the receptionist Teddy was going to give me an injection. Sure enough, in short order, Teddy called me to the back and had me follow him into his work area where he often draws blood. In a growing medical practice where private rooms are at a premium, he has an open alcove area. He pulled me close and gave me a kiss. His moustache brushed against my lips and felt really hot as, in hushed tones he asked "You're coming on Saturday, right?" "Yeah, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" "You're going to have an amazing time. I can't wait to help you with your treatment plan." I looked down at the growing bulge in his pants. "I can see your willingness to help right now." He looked in my eyes whispered, "I've wanted to poz you for a very long time. When I converted I was going to call you, but I made the decision to wait until my viral load was high enough to make a difference. Giving you my poz load and my blood is an honor." Both of us were hard, but this wasn't the place to do anything about it. He said, "Let's get your shot before I cum in my pants. Here's your Decadron shot. This will knock down your immune system response for the next week. We'll also give you a flu shot today. You might be a little achy. This will keep your immune system preoccupied so Saturday will be a success." "Sounds great. Let's do it." In the following days, I spent some extra time at the gym to make sure my body made a good impression. I cut even more fat out of my diet and went to extra spin classes to lean out further. Saturday around noon, I put my 24" colon snake, my big dildo, and some lube in the shower. I first used the douche hose to make sure my hole was totally cleaned out. I worked the colon snake up inside to confirm everything was out. Then I lubed up the dildo and rode that bad boy for a while, doing my best not to bust a load of cum. Keeping an eye on the time, I pulled out the dildo to see only a little mucus and just a trace of blood. That's perfect. Before getting out of the shower, I put some lube on my hand and worked my fingers up my hole. I've had my fist up my hole several times, and the feeling is awesome. The dildo stretched me out already, and it was fairly short order before my fist made its way inside. After a couple punches and turns, I pushed my hand out. My rosebud was pushed out nicely. Getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and got a look at what my diet and exercise plan achieved. I now have surface veins popping where they were buried before, my arms were veiny before, but you can see them all the way up my arm. My leg veins were showing and my lower abdomen veins were out for the first time. With the temperatures in the 90’s, I drove to the event with the convertible top down in just shorts and flip-flops. The sun felt good and I liked the cruising I got from guys. I arrived at Brad and Justin's place around 4:15. There were about 10 people, all of whom were already fully naked. With a kiss, Brad welcomed me to his home and showed me to the clothing check. Depositing my shorts and flip-flops in a bag, I headed to get a drink, passing Mateo, who looked sexy as fuck. Justin welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, "I'm glad you're here. You're going to have a great time. Hold the sex for after 6:00 PM. Let's get you a drink and introduce you to the Club members." This was a diverse group of guys, anywhere from 19 years old (Mateo) on up. We made our way to the bar area where three other guys were chatting, one of them was Blake. Justin said, "Guys, I want you to meet our FasTrack inductee, Rik. This is Bob, Tracy and Blake." I shook the hands of Bob and Tracy, with a "nice to meet you," and then gave a kiss and a hug to Blake, explaining to the other men "Blake and I have already met." Bob smiled and said, "Define met." Blake smiled and said, "He meant bred." Justin turned to me and asked, "So, what would you like?" "AIDS." "You'll get that in a little bit. What do you want to drink?" I looked at Blake and asked, "What are you having?" "You!" he replied. Giving a light laugh I replied "You'll get that in a little bit. What are you drinking?" "I suggest you can have a beer or bottled water. It’s important to stay hydrated," Blake commented. I was smart enough to take his hint, replying "A water sounds perfect." Blake and I made our way around the place, heading outside to the pool area where the rest of the guys were. Being the new meat, I got the once over from everyone, which I expected. There were cocks of every description ... some big, some smaller, some cut, some uncut, and some pierced. Most of the guys either buzzed or shaved their pubes. Strangely enough, I felt naked not having a biohazard tattoo. Everyone there had one above their cock, and most had one additional one. Some new arrivals were greeted by Brad, and one of them was my college roommate Mike. Holy shit ... when we roomed together, he was one of the biggest condom freaks on campus. He's a beautiful man, tall, dark and handsome. Other than his condom thing, he was a freak sexually. So fucking fun. I excused myself from Blake and went to say hello once he ditched his clothes. He was facing the bar when I approached, so I grabbed his ass and said, "Fancy meeting you at a place like this!" Mike turned around with a smile, "Rik! Great to see you." We hugged briefly and both pulled back to check for tattoos. He didn't have one yet. He was also an inductee. While Mike didn't have a tattoo, his cock was pierced and his nipples were huge ... like bigger than silver dollars and unusually puffy. So fucking sexy. "So looks like we're getting pozzed together. It'll be cool to do this with you!" I remarked. "Yeah, are you the old-school or FasTrack?" One of the biohazard tattoo guys standing around said, "You're the FasTrack one, huh?" I replied "I need to earn my biohazard bad. Hopefully I'll get the fuck flu soon." The biohazard guy smiled in reply, commenting "I'll do my best to help!" I turned back to Mike and said, "I love what your body mods. Your cock looks amazing with a PA ring. So sexy." Brushing my fingers against his puffy nips I added "And these are amazing. Holy fuck they're hot ... dude, how do I get those?" He smiled and said, "Yeah, I love them ... they're so much more sensitive right now, I can cum just by having a guy suck on them. Dr. Woods has me on a couple things to help grow them." "Wow. They're so fucking sexy. I'll talk to Dr. Woods about doing that as well." "Dr. Woods can make your dreams come true," Mike replied with a chuckle, then, changing the subject he asked "How are your parents?" "Good. How about yours?" "They're doing great. I spoke at Stanford and saw your younger brother Tom last week. He fucks like you do!" "Um ... Tommy's straight...." "Only his big uncut cock is arrow-straight, and he fucked me good. He loves my nipples ... great sex. You gotta try him." At this point my brain was racing, but had the common sense to conclude this was not a conversation to entertain at this moment, which was a good call as only a minute or two later the Conversion Club meeting apparently commenced when Teddy came through the group with a bowl of blue pills and yellow pills. "Anyone want a Viagra or Cialis? We also have TriMix injections available if you want one." "Have you ever done TriMix?" Mike asked. "No, I haven't. In fact I've never heard of it," I replied. "The TriMix makes me rock hard for hours," Mike explained. That was an easy call for me: "I'm open to everything today." "Great, let's do it," Mike responded as he gestured to Teddy saying "Rik and I will do the TriMix, Teddy." "We'll do those out by the pool," he explained, calling out to the group, "How many for TriMix?"

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

6. Greg I was thankful that Nate still had an arms around me. I might have stopped shaking, but I was still feeling a bit weak. I was starting to worry that I had bit off more than I could chew: each time Uncle Nate had fucked me, it had been rougher and more intense than the time before. This time around, I was on the edge of tears; his cock was so hard, so deep, and so rough inside of me. And then he said that he wasn't sure if he could have stopped if I had asked. I never had any doubt that Nate would protect and take care of me, but when he was fucking me, I had glimpses of something else inside of him, something animal and uncontrollable. It wasn't my Uncle Nathan. It was something much darker and evil. I worried what would happen if that beast was ever completely unchained. He was nibbling gently on my ear, his rough goatee against my cheek. "You doing ok, boy?" he asked gently. "Yeah, I am" I replied. I gave him a hug, and felt calm for the first time in a while. "Wait here," he said. He went back to the truck, and grabbed something from the seat. When he came back, I saw it was the buttplug. "You going to be able to take it, boy?" he asked me. I still wanted to impress my Uncle Nate. I wanted him to like and respect me as an adult and no longer see me as just a child. He had given me a challenge. There was no way I was going to back down. "Of course, Uncle. I'll take it." "I know you can," he said. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on the buttplug. I leaned back against the gas pump, and he dribbled a bit of lube along my ass crack. The cold liquid felt good against my tired and sore hole. "Deep breath," Nate said, pressing the tip of the buttplug against my hole. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the penetration. "Breath out, boy." I exhaled slowly, and as I did, Nate pressed the plug into me. As the fattest part stretched my hole open, I gasped, but then he slid it all the way in. It felt right to have my ass filled again. Nate rubbed his finger around my hole where the stem came out, relaxing me. "Good work, boy," he said. I heard a few clicks of the phone's camera. "I knew you could do it." Once in place, the buttplug didn't feel that bad. I definitely knew it was inside me, a constant heavy sensation, but without the constant in and out movement of being fucked, I was able to get used to it, accommodate it, and almost enjoy it. I worried about the evening. I knew Nathan was going to want to fuck me again, and I hoped I wasn't too sore for him. My ass may have been raw and tender, but it also had another warm load of deadly jizz marinating in it. "You're still hard, boy," Nate said. "I know. It's the feeling of your load in my hole." I started to play with my cock. I hadn't gotten off in nearly a day but had been fucked several times. I was starting to crawl up the walls, needing some relief, needing to drain my balls. "Not yet, Greg," Uncle Nate said. "It's not your turn." In the distance, we could hear a tractor trailer coming closer. "You want to get in the SUV?" he asked me. I was still mostly naked; the plug was a heavy presence in my body, but it didn't provide any coverage of my body. I went to the SUV, and started to get in. "You can put on your shorts, if you want," Nate said. "I've gotten my pleasure." He laughed at how selfish he sounded. I decided to take him up on his offer, especially as I saw the truck round the bend with several cars following it. I pulled on my shorts and got into the Range Rover. "Ready, Uncle," I said. Nathan stayed in the parking lot, looking around on the ground for a minute or two. I wondered if he lost something, but before I could ask, he bent over, picked up a tan rock, and got into the driver's seat. "What's that for?" I asked as he started the engine. "You'll see. Something I try to do whenever I'm traveling." I found the remaining joint and lit it up. "Want some?" I asked. "Definitely," Nate said. I took a long drag as Nate peeled out of the gas station and onto the lonely road. I handed him the joint. He took a few puffs, then handed it back to me. "Very nice," he said. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "I'm good. It's starting to hit me." I took another drag from the joint. "The weed?" "Yeah." "I meant after the last few fucks. They were pretty intense." "Oh, that." I handed the joint back. "Yeah. It's like every time you fuck me, your cock gets a little thicker, a little longer. And it can get just a bit deeper into me." "Thanks. But it's always the same size. Maybe it's you. You're getting used to me, opening up to me, and letting me in to your body." "But," I paused; I was glad the weed was starting to kick in. I didn't know how to say this without him maybe getting angry with me. But the weed made it easier. "I think I know you pretty well. The first time we fucked, you were definitely fucking me." I paused again, trying to find the right words. "Yes?" Nate gently prompted me as he handed back the joint. "But the last two times..." I did another puff from the joint. "Especially at the end, it was like someone else was fucking me. It wasn't you, Uncle Nate. It was someone harder. Someone harder. Someone who didn't care as much." "Yeah, I'm sorry." Nathan was quiet for a moment. "I can't always control it." He motioned for the joint. "What do you mean?" He took a puff, and held it. He was thinking. He exhaled, then continued to speak. "The virus. It gets into your brain. It can change you." "Really?" I was starting to get nervous. I was still learning about the path I had started down, still learning about what I wanted to become. "What does it do to you?" "The virus only cares to survive: to infect someone else. It's like it knows it's going to eventually kill me. And to live, it needs to find a new victim. Many victims." He did another puff, then handed it back to you. "I've been trying to control it, but when I'm erect, dripping pre-cum, lost in the pleasure of a warm, raw hole, the virus comes out. The monster takes over. It needs to breed you." He paused. "I can't always control it. I'm sorry." I did one last puff from the spent joint. "Don't be sorry. This is what I wanted, and I'm happy to give my hole to your virus, my body to your virus, and now my brain to your virus. To Alan's virus. And to all the men before you and him. To let it live on in me." As I said that, my cock started to throb. "Fuck, Greg, that's twisted," Nathan said. "But hot." I looked over at him, and one hand was on his crotch, rubbing his cock through his shorts. "And you're going to share it with all the boys at college, as well?" "Damn right, Uncle. You said it needs to live. And maybe I'll share it with some of the girls too." He was quiet for a moment, but he didn't stop rubbing his cock. "It's not going to be easy after you convert, you know. There's a lot more to worry about." "How does it feel? What do you worry about?" A week ago, it would have been awkward to ask the question. But there was a new intimacy between us, a combination of the shared time together, the weed, and, of course, that I was incubating his sperm in my ass. And we both knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I'd know first hand. "In general? When I'm sick? When I'm fucking Jason raw? When some boy on the internet asks me to breed him?" "All of it, I guess." "Most of the time, I don't notice it. Or even think about it. It's not something that I worry about a lot. Daily basis, the only time I really think about it is each night when I take my meds - or when I'm fucking a guy." "And when you're fucking a guy?" "It's a feeling of power, of control, of sheer masculinity." He paused, staring out at the road. "I'm gay. I know that. I've always known that. I'm not the kind of guy who will adopt children. But I can still get a guy pregnant with my sperm." He ran his finger over his tattoo, just barely sticking out from under his shorts. "I love knowing that my cock can change a man's life forever. And that he will jerk off thinking about it for the rest of his life." "That's what I want, Uncle Nate." He stared at me, looking me up and down. I knew he noticed how my cock was straining against my shorts, how hard it was. "I hope you're really sure. This is forever, you know. It's not something you start when you're horny, and then think better of once you've shot. It never goes away." "I've been thinking about this for months, Uncle Nate. Imagining it, jerking off to it, dreaming about it even after I shot my load." I remember the first time I saw "Infectious Fun." I had seen the description of it even before I downloaded it, and my cock had immediately gotten hard. Hot men. Unsafe sex. Breeding. Then I watched it. I lost my first load the moment I saw Jason's cock sliding into Ben's hole. I had barely touched myself. Even as the cum was dribbling down my chest, I knew I wanted it. I knew I wanted to get pozzed. "I decided right after shooting a load. I was watching 'Infectious Fun'. Jason had just slid his cock into Ben, and I lost it." "I believe you. I just want to make sure. You're one of the few men that I have loved that have wanted it." "Other men?" I asked. "The big one. Jason. I knew what he meant to me by the first weekend we were together. He said that he loved me in the middle of fucking, and I shot right then." He turned to me, and continued "You know that Ben didn't know he was getting pozzed, didn't you?" "He didn't? He kept on saying he wanted it. How could he not know what he was getting into?" "I'm still not sure. He was pretty naive - and he was partying as well. There's some footage where he finally realizes what's happened to him." "Fuck, there is?" I asked. "What's it like?" "It's intense and weird. He's crying, talking about how his life is over...but he's hard as a rock and jerking off at the same time. At the end, he's got tears running down his face as he shoots a huge load all over his chest. I can send it to you, if you want." "Please. Why didn't you put it in the movie?" "There's some things we just can't put in a commercial movie. Some things that are too intense, too personal. That was one of them." As he was saying that, Nathan's phone rang. He looked at it, and turned to me. "It's Jason. D o you want me to tell him?" Telling Nathan's husband was another bridge I had to cross. I been with Nathan for so many days and gotten so comfortable that I had nearly forgotten that there was an outside world. We had stopped for food, for gas, to piss, but those were outside of our world of sex, sweat, sperm, and viruses. I knew that one day soon, I'd meet Jason, that I would beg to take his cock up my ass, and get his toxic load. Now, all of a sudden, that day was tomorrow. Not some distant ideal, but tomorrow. It would be easier for Nathan to explain, but I knew I had to do it. I had to ask Jason personally to breed me, just as I asked Nathan. "I need to do it myself. In person," I said. "Good," Nathan said, "That's the right thing." He answered the phone "Hey boo-boo. How's it going?" I couldn't hear Jason's side of the conversation but it was pretty straight forward, discussing when we would be getting in and how the trip was going. Nathan didn't say anything about what we had started and what I needed so badly. He deflected Jason's question with humor. "Yeah, we're having a good time. Getting drunk, banging chicks, smoking weed, holding up convenience stores. The normal road trip stuff." I laughed. "Love you too. Miss you," Nathan said, as he hung up the phone. Turning to me, "I'm glad you want to tell him in person. And by the way, that was an incredibly brave thing you did with me, telling me. I'm proud of you for it." "Thanks," I said, "That means a lot for me." "Sure." Nathan looked in the back of the Range Rover, stuffed full of my things. He changed the topic, our sudden intimacy awkward. "You think you have everything you need?" I followed his lead. It had veered into difficult territory. Nathan was somewhere between my father and a boyfriend, and I was glad to be talking about school and what classes I was going to take. Not just the raw emotion, but my cock had been throbbing, and any more discussion of sex, HIV, or us would mean I'd have to jerk off. Soon, we were in Arizona. "Want to stop for the night?" Nathan asked. "We'll have only a few hours to drive tomorrow, and and maybe miss the worst of the traffic before getting home tomorrow night." "Sure," I said. The sun was starting to go down, and I could see some lights ahead of us. "Maybe there?" "Sounds good." Nathan pulled into a non-descript motel, and got a room. We carried our travel bags into the room, and started to settle. "Now," Nathan asked, "Can I finally get a shower?" I took off my tank-top. I knew I was just as sweaty and grimy as Nathan. "Not quite yet. You still need to do one more thing." "What's that?" Nathan asked me. I stepped out of my shorts and stood naked in front of Nathan. "Fuckin' breed another load of your charged-up HIV-sperm into my hole." "Damn boy, what's this? Fifth load in twenty four hours? You're a hungry young man." "You know it," I said, "I'm in heat now." He threw his shirt into one of the chairs. "Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Bend over the bed there, boy." He took off his shorts. He might have been protesting, but his cock was already hard. I bent over the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air. Nathan grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and found the lube and poppers. He gave me the poppers. "Do a hit boy. I need to get this buttplug out of you first." I huffed from the brown bottle. Nathan's breath was hot on my ass, as he slowly twisted the buttplug around in my hole and started to pull it out of me. Even with the poppers, I gasped a bit as the fat plug stretched my hole open. "You ok boy?" he asked me. "Yeah, just a bit sore," I said. Nathan poured more lube on my hole. "Take another huff boy" he said. I did so, and right as the poppers hit, he pulled out the buttplug. It hurt a bit, but as my ass relaxed a bit. I found the pleasure in the pain. "Ready for the real thing?" "Oh yeah. I've been ready for hours. Give it to me." Nathan's cockhead was already pressed up against my hole, ready to penetrate me. He poured even more lube on my hole, then pressed in. As Nathan entered me, I realized just how raw and sore my hole had gotten. I was getting fucked for the fifth time in less than a day; before this trip, I had been fucked maybe five times. Now, I could feel each millimeter of his cockhead as it opened me up and penetrated my hole. I must have gasped as his head popped into me. "You ok boy?" he asked me, once more. "Yeah," I said, clenching my teeth. "I can do this." His cock slid a little deeper into me. I was glad that Nathan couldn't see me, because I knew I was wincing in pain. I was more than just a bit sore, but I didn't want to disappoint Uncle Nate. "Oh fuck, give me a second?" I asked Nathan. "Too sore, boy?" "No, I can do it" I lied. "Don't push yourself," he said, pulling his cock out of me. "You're still a novice at this. And tomorrow, you'll be taking Jason's cock as well." He rubbed his hard cock against my crack. Even that was a little painful. "But God, I want your jizz inside of me, Uncle," I said. It was hard to tell which sounded worse: having Nathan fuck me or not getting Nathan's load. "I didn't say you weren't getting my load tonight. Just not the way you expected." He wandered to the bathroom. "You can stand up, if you want," he said. In the bathroom, I heard him going through one of his bags. "Got the tools here," he said, and walked back to the bed. He was carrying two things, a shot glass, and what looked like a syringe, only without the needle. "What is that? What are you going to do to me?" I asked. "You'll see soon enough." He pushed me down to the bed. "Now, tell me one of your fantasies about breeding a guy at school." He was standing in front of me, his cock sticking out straight, glistening from the lube, pre-cum, and my ass juices. "Huh?" I wasn't sure what was going on. "Just start telling me one of your fantasies. Don't worry about it." "I guess I'd be going to a professor's office. It would be almost at the end of his office hours. He'd look up at me, and say, 'Ahh. Greg. So glad you came. I've been wanting to talk to you about something.'" Nathan knelt down in front of me, right between my legs. "Go on, boy," he told me. "I ask him what it is, and he goes to his computer, typing some stuff. Then he turns the screen to me." Nathan grabbed my cock, and started to stroke it a bit. "'This you?'" he asks me. I t's me, my profile from an online site. The headline reads 'I'm looking to give hot daddies what they need.'" "What do you tell him?" Nathan asked me. "I tell him it's me. 'So, Greg, we need to talk about what you need, not me' the professor replies. 'You're not doing very well, and you need at least 15 points of extra credit just to get a B," he tells me." Nathan leaned in, and took my cockhead in his warm mouth. "Fuck, Uncle, that feels good," I said. He stopped sucking me just long enough to reply. "You going to give me your load tonight, boy?" He was working his way down my shaft, taking my hard cock into his mouth. "If you keep that up, Uncle Nate, I will." I couldn't believe that Nathan was going down on me again. This time, he even begged to swallow my jizz. "It's so fucking hot, you sucking me off." He went all the way down my shaft, his nose deep in my pubic hair. I couldn't tell what felt better: his cock buried in my ass, or my cock deep in his throat. The only thing that made the decision easier was knowing that I'd get a load of his poz cum when he was fucking me. Once we had converted me, it would be a hard decision which one I'd like better. Of course, then there would be option to fuck him, but, for now, there was Uncle Nate sucking me off. Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from the bed. He pulled off my shaft just long enough to do a hit, then handed me the bottle. "Do a huff. It's how cocksucking was meant to be experienced," he said. While he swallowed my cock again, I held the brown bottle under my nose and did a long hit. I put the cap back on, waiting for the poppers to take effect. I knew they had already gotten to Nathan. He had grabbed my ass, and was slowly pulling me closer, getting me into his throat. Right as my cockhead slid into his throat, the poppers hit me with warm waves of animal sexuality washing over my body. I turned into the master, the king, the cock-wielding god, and Nathan was my personal cocksucking slave. All he was here for was to worship my cock and make me cum. I grabbed the back of his head, and held him in place. I wanted to feel his throat on my dickhead and wanted him know that I was in control here. With the poppers running through our bodies we both knew our roles. I stood up, getting off the bed, still holding onto Nathan's head. Even as we changed positions he kept my manhood in his mouth, where it belonged. He was now and always my personal cocksucker. I held his head, thrusting my cock in and out of his mouth. He didn't protest or try to avoid my shaft; he knew his happiness came from my cock, and that happiness was dependent on him swallowing as much of it as he could. Nathan was stroking his own cock, and I could see that he was dripping pre-cum. He was just as turned on as I was. "Fuck yeah, Uncle, stroke that cock," I grunted out. He grabbed the poppers, and did another hit, then offered the bottle to me. I took it, but waited a moment before doing a hit. I could feel the change in Nathan's pace; he was slowing down again, each stroke longer and deeper. He was learning his way around my cock, and memorizing each vein and ridge. Soon he would know exactly how to pleasure me completely. "Suck me off," I said, grabbing his hand that he was jerking off with. "Me," I repeated, as I placed his hand on my waist. I knew I was being selfish, but I didn't care. He had gotten enough of my ass. Now it was my turn for pleasure. "Yes, boy," he choked out, both hands now on my ass, pulling me into his mouth. "Please. Feed me," he continued, begging me to fuck his face and fill his mouth with my boy cum. Finally, it was time for me to take another hit from the bottle, feeling the warmth engulf my body again. As I was huffing, Nathan swallowed my entire cock. It was an amazing sight seeing him impaled on my cock. Here was a muscular, hairy daddy stud on his knees. He was not just letting me fill his throat with my throbbing young cock, he was begging me to do it. After I did my hit, I held the bottle of poppers under his nose and made him inhale a long hit. I wanted both of us deep in the same drug induced haze of pleasure. As he was inhaling, the poppers hit me. I wanted nothing more than to face-fuck him mercilessly, but I knew I had to restrain myself. Almost an eternity later, Nathan nodded, that he had enough of the poppers. "Take my cock, Uncle. Choke on it," I grunted, grabbing the back of his head and thrusting my cock in and out. Nathan was gasping, for the oxygen his body needed so badly, and for the cock his mind wanted even worse. All I could focus on was the warm wetness of his mouth and the dark depths of his throat. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. "I'm gonna cum, Uncle. I'm gonna fucking shoot my sperm in your mouth." My balls were pulling up tight against my body, getting ready to spew their thick accumulated load. Right as my cock pulled out of his mouth, Nathan said "Give it to me, boy." I shoved it back into his mouth, my cockhead pressing against the back of his throat. I stopped trying to hold off, and let the inevitable happen. My shaft throbbed, and a jet of sperm shot out, landing at the back of his throat. In the heat of the orgasm, I couldn't control my motions, and my hips bucked wildly, forcing my cock in and out of Nate's mouth. The next spurt came right as my dick was sliding out of his mouth, and it landed all over his goatee. The white spooge accented the bits of grey in his dark brown goatee. It looked so hot, I wanted to coat his face with my jizz. Nathan, on the other hand, was hungry for my sperm. He swallowed my cock again, getting the next spurt right down his throat again. "Come on, Uncle, let me cum on your face," I begged him, pulling my cock out again. "Let me cover it." The third spurt landed on his cheek, and started to run down his face. Nathan caught the fourth spurt in his mouth, and for the fifth one, we managed to land it on his tongue. I was getting close to the last one, and pulled it out just soon enough to land the last shot on his goatee again. "Fuck, boy, that was hot," Nathan said. He was still kneeling in front of me, his cock vibrating in arousal. He reached behind me and grabbed the shot glass with one hand, and started to jerk his cock with the other. "I'm gonna shoot soon." He was licking my load off of his goatee, savoring the taste of my sperm. With the hand that wasn't stroking his cock, he put the shot glass right in front of his cock. "Oh fuck," he grunted. "I'm going to cum." He was staring at me, his eyes roaming all over my body. I was examining him just as intently, watching his body shake and spasm as he neared his climax. There was one last spasm, and a jet of cum shot out, which he cleanly caught in the glass. "Ohhh," he moaned, and another spurt landed in the glass. Our eyes were locked on each other. Even though we weren't even touching now, we had a shared understanding and connection. I knew what he was feeling, how he wanted to be inside me, breeding my hole. I wanted his sperm inside of me, and I wished I had been able to to take it, to be there for him. There were another few spurts, and then the shot glass was full of cum. "Not bad, for the third load today," he said, examining the shot glass. Where my sperm on his face had been a brilliant, pure white, this was a creamy yellow. It was far from innocent; even just sitting in the shot glass, it had a malignant, polluted feeling to it. Finally seeing Nathan's cum up close and personal made my ass tingle. Even though I knew it was dirty and dangerous, I still wanted it inside me. "Now, boy, up on the bed. Get on all fours," he told me, smiling. "What?" I asked. We had both cum, and I was eager to shower and find some food. "You heard me. Get on the bed, ass up. I've got no plans to waste this hot poz sperm." I had no idea what Nathan was planning. I was still in the happy afterglow of sex, and was willing to indulge him anything for having gotten me off. As instructed, I got onto the bed and put my butt up in the air. Nathan stood behind me and spread my cheeks apart. As the cool air hit my hole, I felt exposed and vulnerable. He ran a finger around my hole. There was just enough lube still there to let his finger glide smoothly. A tingle of excitement ran up my body from his touch, but it was hard not to be a bit nervous at the same time. I couldn't stop thinking about the glass filled with his dirty cum. I knew it was going to go in me, and I was powerless to stop it. Even worse, I didn't want to stop the deadly fluid from entering me. "Relax boy, I know what I'm doing," Nathan said, reading my emotions. I didn't say anything. Nathan picked up the syringe that was lying next to me. He worked behind me, where I couldn't see what he was doing. From the sounds, I guessed he was filling it with the sperm he had collected in the shot glass. "As I said, I don't want my poisonous cum to go to waste," he said. "This is just like artificial insemination. We're still trying get you knocked up, only with HIV. I'm going put the syringe into your ass, then inject my cum into you. Got it? "Yeah, I do," I said. I was suddenly trying to understand my desire to get infected. I was in the middle of fluid exchange distilled down to its barest essence: a plastic tube, and Nathan's rapidly cooling jizz. Was I wanting to get infected? Or was the infection just a by-product of my need for the connection that could only come from unprotected sex between two men? Even knowing it was Uncle Nate's sperm, even knowing he had gotten off worshiping my cock, it was scary. It was more an impersonal medical procedure, clinical, heartless and cold. "I'm going to insert the syringe into you now. I want you to hold it in place. You think you can do this for me, boy?" I nodded my agreement, still struggling with my decisions. I knew letting Nathan fuck me raw was dangerous, and up until now, I had been able to convince myself that it was a need to be infected, but now, I was questioning that. I didn't want the narrow, cold plastic tube inside of me; I wanted Nathan's warm, hard, loving cock filling me up. Amazingly, Nathan seemed to understand my struggle. He knelt beside me on the bed, pressing his body against mine. "This is a lot harder than just having sex, isn't it?" he asked. As I nodded, he pressed the tip of the syringe against my hole. "I know. There's no connection. But you're going to feel better once my semen is inside you." He pressed the tube into me. It was small enough that I barely felt it slide in, a marked contrast to Nathan's thick tube. "It's all the way in," he said, "and I'm pressing the plunger now." Unlike an orgasm, I couldn't feel the liquid being pumped into me, but yet, I still knew that it had been injected into my body. My anxiety was suddenly reduced and I felt calmer, more at peace. "Good?" Nathan asked. "Yeah. I am," I said. It was a much more mechanical way of getting the virus-laden fluid inside of my body, but the end validated the means. With it inside me, I started to get up, wanting to be closer to Nathan. "Don't get up quite yet, Greg," Nathan said, pushing me back down. "You got just five millimeters there, and I think there's still more for you." He pulled the syringe out of me, and put it back into the shot glass. I heard the sucking sound as he got every last drop of his cum out of the glass. "Nine milliliters total. You're a lucky boy tonight," he said. He slid the syringe back into my hole. This time, its path had been lubricated by the jizz already inside of me, and the insertion was easier. Nathan pressed down on the plunger, and injected the last of his load into me. "You going to hold it in there for me boy? Let it take root?" "Yes, Uncle Nate" I said. Nathan pulled the syringe out, and rubbed his finger around my hole. "Just getting your ass to close up some. I don't want you to loose a drop." He grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. He still had my sperm on his face and goatee, but he didn't seem to care about it. It looked fucking amazing on him. "Getting a load injected like that can be strange, especially the first time" he said, between short kisses. "It was so impersonal, compared to having your cock inside me." I reached down and grabbed his cock. He was still slightly erect, a little drop of cum right at the tip. I rubbed my finger in it, then brought it to my mouth to savor. My own cock was still semi-hard as well, but I had no immediate need to get off. I was content: I had shot my load, my studly uncle had my cum all over his face, and he was proud to wear it, proud to be marked. Not to mention I had my hot poz uncle's toxic cum in my hole, slowly seeping into my body. "Joint?" I asked him. "Sure. Then shower and food?" he replied. "Sounds good." I rolled off the bed long enough to find the last joint and a lighter. I lit it up, and did a long hit. Nathan relaxed on the bed, adjusting first the pillow, then his cock. We were silent, staring at each other, before I got back onto the bed. I lay down next to him, and passed him the joint. "How much longer are we going to have to do this?" I asked as he slowly took a drag off the joint. He paused a moment, then exhaled. "Why? Are you getting bored of me, bored of fucking already?" Nathan replied. "God no," I said. "I'm not sure I want to give you up at all." As I said that, he pulled me closer, his hairy chest warm against my smooth chest, passed me the joint, and I did a long draw. I motioned for him to shotgun the hit; we locked lips as I forced the smoke into his lungs. "What about Jason? Is he going to like me?" I asked, breaking off the kiss. Nathan exhaled, then spoke. "I know he likes you. When we were planning this trip, he was the one who really wanted us to come home a day early so we could all hang out. He had planned at least three days of activities, but I'm sure he'll just want to do one thing now. Especially after you show him that beautiful hole of yours." I did another hit, then passed the joint back to Nathan. Nathan took another draw from the joint, then turned to face me. "But why did you ask how much longer?" "I meant, how much longer before I get sick?" The weed was starting to hit me. My inhibitions were melting away and I was being more honest, both to myself and to Nathan, about what I wanted. "I don't know," Nathan replied. "It could be days, but it might take longer. Maybe much longer. One boy took a few months." "But, I'm going to be at school in three days." I left it unspoken that I wanted to share this amazing gift he was giving me. "And you want to share your gift?" Nathan said what I had left out. He did another hit from the joint, then handed it back to me. "I'm good for now," he said, indicating the joint. "Yeah, I do. The past few days have been amazing, and I want to be able to share it."