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Part 1 Grey. His name, cold like steel. His face, angelic in nature. Chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, widows peak, and of course, eyes as grey as slate. A twink and a hunk, Grey was indeed a twunk. He had pecs large enough to be boobs, arms big enough to wrestle you down, and legs thick and mighty. Hairless on the torso, thick bushy brown pubes, and plenty of leg hair. The epitome of male grace and beauty. Now Grey always liked to visit his local gym, he took great pride in looking his best. But the main reason he visited was for the locker room. Big, sweaty, hairy balls here, jungles of pubes, forests of armpit hair, and treasure trails galore. Grey was addicted to body hair on men. He often caught himself staring at other men’s legs when they were wearing shorts, just to gain a glimpse of selfish satisfaction. Grey was, for all intents and purposes, a perverted boy. In fact, Grey liked to take pictures and record men changing in the locker rooms without their knowledge. After all, Grey was gay, and any chance to peek was worth a shot. One day, Grey was in the locker room when a big burly man walked past him. His massive balls flailing right to left, smacking his thighs. His cock hung down halfway to his knees, a true gift from god. Uncut, hairy as fuck, this man was built to rip a log in half. While Grey drooled over this man and his immeasurable length, he noticed a tattoo of a scorpion right on his left ass cheek. “Hey man, nice tattoo! Where did you get the inspiration for that?” Grey said, as he came over to strip down for a shower. “I got it after a really big life change for me. It represents a lot of things to me.” Grey didn’t think much of it, but he turned around and bent over to untie his shoes. Grey also had tattoos - a rainbow flag on his back. Of course, as you would imagine, the big dude noticed this tattoo, and darted his eyes to Grey’s hairy crack. Curly, thick, and juicy with tangy sweat, the man’s dick began to stiffen slightly. As Grey turned around, he noticed this, and he too began to pop a boner in the locker room. The man gestured him to follow, and they exited the main changing area to a private shower room. “I see you’re gay, boy. I’m Austin.” He said quietly, “I’m also gay, and… God. Fucking. Damn. You are one sexy little bitch.” Grey blushed, his cock hardening further. It was like someone inserted a steel rod into his throbbing cock. The ache of it was enough for Grey’s mind to light up - he was horny for Austin like he’d never been before. Maybe it was Austin’s sweat. Maybe it was all that body hair. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was his elephant cock and balls dangling between his thighs. “I’ve got the bug, kid.” Austin whispered, “I’m toxic. You don’t want me.” Instantly, Grey turned around, turned the shower on, placed his hands on the wall. “It’s about fucking time. I’m done living in fear. For fucks sake, stick your cock in me!” Austin’s cock popped right up, he was ready to infect Grey’s tight little pink hole. Austin reached around, grabbing Grey’s pecs, squeezing them as he slid his cock up and down Grey’s hairy crack and hole. The friction and sliding made Grey’s hole quiver and pucker in anticipation. He was ready. Austin reached out of the private shower room, grabbing his duffel bag and rummaged around until he procured a small, expensive looking vial. He popped the cap off and poured the liquid into his hand. Slathering it over his cock, he pressed against Grey’s hole. It wouldn’t go in. Grey struggled to handle his hole opening up. He hadn’t ever had a man this large try to enter him. He was in extreme pain. Once again, Austin’s magical bag of wonders procured a brown bottle with a yellow label. “Smell these. I promise, it helps. Here, let me show you.” Austin demonstrated. Grey took the bottle, moved out of the water, and pressed it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, the sweet chemical fragrance shot up his nose, burning slightly, and he held it in his lungs. Exhaling, he took another long whiff. And another. And another. And yet, another. Austin smiled. “You nasty, greedy little pig. Get ready.” Austin pressed against his hole again, harder, and much to Grey’s surprise, he slid in with a fair amount of ease. He opened up after a few minutes, allowing himself to adjust to the biggest dick he’d ever seen. Grey had fucked well over 100 men since he was 16. At 20, he was fucking his first poz cock. Austin ran deep, long strokes. Thrusting into Grey’s ass hungrily, threatening his very existence as a negative man. Over the course of 30 minutes Austin picked up his pace, fucking harder, deeper, longer, and stronger. His hand clasped over Grey’s mouth, as not to get caught. Austin got into Grey’s ear, “Here it comes boy. Last chance to say no. Your choice, but hurry up.” Austin removed his grip from his mouth. “Fuck - I need this. I want this. I have to be poz.” Grey was submissive, high pitched, and greedy in his words. Austin almost immediately let out a few loud grunts, plowing Grey into the shower wall. His load spurting into Grey. Grey was able to imagine his seed taking root inside of him - corruption, disease, filth, and decay. Grey came instantly, his thick viscous cum dripping to the floor, washing away In the flowing water. Austin pulled out, slapped his ass, winked and left Grey in the shower to himself. Grey was a nasty pig now. A dirty, nasty pig indeed. He was dead-set on fucking with this man every time they saw each other.

I was horned up and getting ready to open up my favorite website to look for ass. I had a hard ass cock and a 2 day load in my balls. Same shit today, but damn then I saw the headline "Sleazy Raw CumDump Bottom Taking loads". Pic 1 was an ass pic with cum dripping out, wearing a black jock. Pic 2 was a pic of a cock halfway in with cum all over it. Pic 3 was the bottom getting fucked from behind while sucking the cock of an older white man with a belly. The bottom with the pic had long black hair, beautiful light brown body, and his face censored out. His profile said he was 5'8, 125 pounds and for status it said "don't care". Damn my dick is throbbing now. I know I shouldn't but I want to so bad. I message him "hello" and almost a few seconds he replied. Should I click on it??? Do I really want to do this - I thought to myself. At this point I am jerking so hard. Don't want to cum yet. Fuck it. I'll check the message. "123 Main St, Apt 6, go into the back". Shit that's right down the street. Fuck it. I messaged him back "you ready" and a minute later he responded "yeah". So I started walking. Horny as hell. I finally get to his place and get to the back of the place where a 50-ish year old woman is doing some yardwork. "You lookn' for Jimmy?" I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know his name. What if she's talking about someone else?? Damn it "Well, I actually don't know his name". She laughed a little and looked at me and said "yeah, he's on the 3rd floor door the right" in sort of a judgy but humurous way. I walk up the stairs think at this point I am committed. I mean I knew I shouldn't, but okay this is the last time. I get to the door and open it and look for the bedroom. I walk towards where the techno music is playing and there is this total slut bent over on his bed waiting for my cock. I get dressed but there's an akward silence in the room. He was wearing a jock. The place looked like a mess. A laptop in front of him with the same website that we met on. His ass leaking cum. I stick it in now problem. Fuck the loads feel so warm and good. I didn't need any lube and I was finally deep. I start to fuck him slowly, then faster and faster. Oh fuck it felt so good, but I couldn't last more than a minute. He was moaning "oh yeah sir, oh yeah sir" as I fucked him nice and deep. "FUCKK I am gonna cum" and then my balls started to unload as he pushed me closer to him. I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed. We didn't say a thing. I could hear him typing, assuming he was looking for his next load. I walked him thinking this was the last time. Of course it wasn't. I made me horny all night and it's all I could think about. The next day I wanted more and headed back to his place. This time I could last a little longer. But fuck I was addicted now. He always seemed to be online. I mean whenever I was online, he was online. Every time I stuck my dick in his slut ass, it was always filled with cum. He was close and easy. And always available. Sometimes I would try to look for some new ass but I would just waste time and go over to his place. I never ended up seeing his face. I could only imagine what he looked like.

My partner and I were staying at a gay men’s resort for the weekend. Sunday afternoon has a pool party and happy hour that draws a large crowd of visitors from other hotels and locals in addition to the guests. A quick headcount says there were easily 75 guys on property this Sunday. We were both being friendly and flirty in the pool, making conversation with various people. I saw a few guys zone in on my partner. His dark, handsome features and swimmer’s chest are always popular. I picked out a few guys, most of them otters, whom I talked up when possible. There’s a steady ebb and flow to the pool area as people make their way to the bar, their rooms, and cruise the property. Mid afternoon I started to wander and made my way up to the playroom. As soon as I was through the plastic sheeting covering part of the entrance, I could hear the soft moans of man-on-man sex. A couple guys stood in the narrow hallway as I made my way back to the video room. My eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting, so I could only make out silhouettes in the darkness. The video room already had 6 men in it, so I found my way to pleather seating along the sides of the room and settled in. Three guys were standing in the back of the cozy room with someone on his knees working their cocks. I recognized that body immediately — my partner was busy at work. A guy in his 30s sat next to me, a lean body with a few small tattoos and dark hair. I’d spied him in the pool, but hadn’t spoken. I waggled my hardon and he greedily went down on it. I encouraged his work by rubbing his back and massaging the rear of his head. I heard the familiar squeak of a lube bottle being pumped; I looked over and saw one of the guys lean over and play with my partner’s ass. I love seeing this happen, and responded by pushing my own cocksucker’s head down so he took the full length of my shaft. He groaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my partner was stood up and being bent over the fuck bench that dominated the room, his body now must a foot away from me and my cocksucker. I handed my poppers to one of the guys who was positioning himself at the head of the bench. “Popper him up,” I said. He twisted off the cap and pressed the bottle up under my partner’s nose, flooding his lungs with the stuff. My partner is a popper whore, and I wanted him giving his best performance. As he inhaled deeply, I added some lube to my fingers and gently applied it to my cocksucker’s hole as he continued to work my shaft — this boy was hungry! He responded to my fingers with a soft groan, signaling his willingness. I heard the lube bottle being pumped again, and one of the guys stepped up to bat behind my partner. His head came up sharply and he winced, “Ah!’ As his ass was penetrated. His hole was obviously being stretched wide, and he started to ride it to open up. One of his would-be assailants pressed his chest into the padded bench. “Fuck the slut,” he growled. There is something amazingly hot to seeing your partner’s beautiful body in a totally vulnerable position, and him being used by other men. My cocksucker suddenly stood up and started applying more lube to my own cock. Obviously inspired by the fucking next to us, he sat down on my cock. He was still wearing a jockstrap, making clear his role in the room. My cock was surrounded by the intense heat inside him, his ass velvety warm and tight as he began to ride my cock. Someone pushed poppers under his nose, and he began riding more vigorously. I knew it would be very easy to unload in his hole when i was ready. My partner was getting pounded just a few inches in front of us. The sound of the skin slapping against skin was evident in the small playroom, and I loved hearing his grunts and moans as his hole was taken. A few more guys had come into the room or were standing in the doorway enjoying the show. The guy riding my cock was clearly excited showing off for the audience and began taking longer strides up and down my cock — it felt amazing! I saw two guys switch places behind my partner’s ass on the fuck bench, the second one sliding a freshly lubed hardon into my man. “Oh fuck! That’s a thick cock.” The new guy didn’t waste time, getting right into a fast, pounding rhythm as my partner took it like a champ. The air in the room was getting kinda thick and muggy from the heavy breathing and sweat. The guy riding my cock stood up, then moved to my left where he laid down on his back on the leather seating, raising his legs to reveal his hungry hole. As I stood and moved to plunge back into him, I ran a hand along my partner’s back as he was taking cock; his skin was covered in sweat. The boy I was fucking looked super hot displayed on his back, nice tight body, legs spread and hungry. I dove in, knowing I wasn’t going to waste time. I started slamming his hole, making him grunt and yelp. The sounds of he and my partner being pounded mingled in the room, and you could hear the sound of guys jacking their cocks to the live show. “I’m gonna cum,” the guy fucking my partner said, and he unloaded into my partner’s smooth ass. Knowing he was being flooded with someone else’s cum pushed me to the edge. ”You’re getting bred next,” I said to my bottom. ”Fuck yeah,” he said. I slammed in and out, making him wince, but he never shied away. I could feel my balls get tight and the urge to release was building quickly. I had my back to the fuck bench now, totally focused on the bottom boy giving me his ass for my own pleasure. I grunted and felt the juices start to flow freely, filling his tight hole with my load. He gasped as he felt it, and I gave a few deep thrusts to ensure my load was buried deep inside him. I collapsed back into the couch seating on the other side of the fuck bench, my cock still hard but drained. Someone else moved in to keep working on the bottom I’d just bred. Meanwhile, my partner had a fresh cock buried inside his ass, fucking him with the previous load. My partner was grunting and moaning, which is sweet music to my ears. He was still kneeling on the fuck bench, being used by a handful of strangers. I had someone popper him up again, and I sat back to watch as he took another two loads. He was oblivious to who was using him, totally focused on the feeling deep in his hole as he was used. The second guy to breed him pulled out, then made his way around and pushed his cock into my partner’s mouth. “Clean it off, pig. Good pig. That’s a good piggy boy.” The third breeder was already inside him and didn’t waste any time marking his territory. It was definitely a rough fuck for my partner, spit roaster and a relentless top using his hole. I could already tell his hole was going to be tender after this. The third breeder unleashed inside my partner, grunting as he pushed it inside. My partner lay there for a couple moments, panting, collecting himself after being ridden hard. His body was dripping with sweat, and he seemed a bit disoriented as he pushed himself upright. He didn’t see me there, more focused on making his way out of the room of men who had watched him being used. I heard one of the guys slap his ass as he walked by and say, “Fucking hot piggy.”

Part 4 "Tom has never told me anything and all I know is from comments and questions he's made to Patrick. The moment he asked Patrick the first poz related question, Patrick knew where it was going" Dennis said and paused before continuing "We've always been really close, so Patrick told me, asking me not to say anything to anyone, especially you. At least now that the cat's out of the bag, I don't have to hold it in." "You know how hard it was not saying anything while I watch your relationship implode when I knew how to fix it? If I said anything it would mean I broke my promise to my closest friend. So... I didn't and watched you two tear each other apart" Dennis said, a tear running down his face. "Damn. I'm sorry you got stuck in the middle. You did the right thing though. Breaking Patrick's trust would have been the worst choice" I told him. I took a long breath and continued "There were a hundred ways for me to find out what Tom was thinking. I just wish he would have told me sooner" I said. In the end I decided that Dennis was right, and if anyone was to poz Tom it should be me. It wasn't like I was avoiding it or following my own advice to get protected from getting myself infected. "How do you want it to go? Know who did it or a group thing?" Dennis asked. The sinister smile on his face told me he had a preference, but when he didn't say anything more, I knew it was all up to me. "I'd like to know. Who do you know that can charge me up?" I asked Dennis. "Hmm, there's three that I know of off hand that are really toxic and would be into it... Rico, Tony and... me. From the text message I got earlier, both of them are very willing" Dennis said. "You? I thought you were a bottom and undetectable" I asked after giving him a long stare. Dennis chuckled. "I top sometimes when the mood strikes. My nephew's buddy was chasing, so I went off meds to tag him. The little fucker put up a fight too and it took two months of breeding to finally knock him up. You know that young guy that was staying with me a couple months back? Him" Dennis said. "Fuck... was he even legal?" I asked. "Yeah, he just turned twenty. He met his goal of being pozzed while he was still a teenager, but just by a month. We were getting worried. That last sex party I held was supposed to do it if I had failed. You, Tom and Luke were the only neg guys there. Anyway, do you want one of us three to do it? I can ask around if none of us are good enough" Dennis said, grinning. I was tight and Dennis is thick, making my first fuck as a bottom in well over a year painful. The second round hurt almost as much and I went back to the hotel with Dennis' smallest plug in my ass. The next morning, I met Dennis before work and let the bug filled cum stew in my guts all morning while I tried to work. I pulled the plug out at lunch and nothing dripped out. I was much more comfortable sitting at my desk that afternoon with the plug in my backpack, not my ass. Dennis was even more brutal that evening after work and had to find a larger plug to stuff in me. It was strange having our roles reversed and I know Dennis was enjoying every second of it. I wanted to fuck him after he bred me again, but I was told that he wasn't taking any more of my neg seed. Thankfully, the hotel desk clerk gladly took my load. I noticed a small scorpion tattoo behind his ear as I emptied my balls in him. He confirmed his status, making my dick hard enough to give him a second load. The next morning I checked out and after work I headed back to our apartment. Tom and I talked all night. While we had texted and chatted over the phone after he told me his secret, there was a lot more that came out when we were face to face. As I had discussed with Dennis, we were going to hook Tom up with a guy Dennis knew who loved poz dialog during sex. He was undetectable, knew our plan and thought it was hot. I collected my morning load from Dennis on my way to work and picked up a second one on my way back to the apartment that evening. A few hours later, Dennis' buddy Jerry showed up for his first fuck with Tom. I watched and occasionally cheered them on while I stroked. Tom was rarely hard when he got fucked, but his dick was totally rigid the whole time Jerry fucked him the first time. It even stayed hard after he got bred. "Now... let my little baby makers get you pregnant" Jerry said, rubbing over Tom's stomach after he had roughly shoved a plug into Tom's ass. I pulled mine out shortly before we went to bed and once again, Dennis' DNA had absorbed into my gut. I hoped that it didn't take a couple months before my body fell victim to Dennis' bug like his last chaser. Jerry showed up on Friday and bred Tom while I stopped over and was getting loaded by Dennis. Tom and I fucked too, spending our first Saturday back together in bed. I first had to remove the plug that Tom inserted the night before. All of Jerry's load had soaked in but by six AM, mine was taking it's place. Another fuck at nine AM added more and a third time at one PM topped him up. "Can we do a little role play?" Tom asked mid-afternoon. "Sure. What do you want to do?" I asked. It was good to see him talk about new things he wanted to try, regardless if he thought I might find them too weird. "Can you pretend you're pozzing me? I know Jerry is doing it, but I find it really hot when he tells me he's giving me the bug" Tom asked. "I'm not sure what to say, but I'll try" I told him. His dick was hard and jabbing into my abs, coating them with precum when I fucked him on his back an hour later. I had heard enough comments from Dennis to give me a good set of things to say. "You like feelin that poz dick diggin into your fertile cunt?" and "beg for my poz load... show me how bad you want to become my toxic bitch" and "Gonna be so fuckin hot to watch as my bug takes over your body" I growled out has I fucked Tom. A moment before I came, I asked "Is this gonna be the magic load?" Twelve days after Dennis had fucked his first charged load into my ass I woke up feeling rough. My throat was sore, the glands in my neck were swollen and my body ached. I left for work and instead checked into the motel. The desk clerk was the same one I'd fucked during my earlier stay and had a huge smile on his face. "Looks like an all nighter. The fire suppression system in the Spokane data center went off for no reason and we have to get everything back online" I told Tom after I'd gotten to the room. "Fuck... you're burnin up. You're the one that needs a fire extinguisher. Let me give you another big load of jizz to put out the fire" Dennis said. The sinister grin on his face showed me how proud he was to knock me up so quickly. I went home after a night away and collapsed on the bed. "Babe... you look like shit. You ran yourself down. Did you get any sleep last night?" Tom asked, looking over my sweaty, sore body. "About thirty minutes. It sucked. And there was this vent blowing ice cold air at me when I sat at the console" I whined, trying to put on a good show. Tom even canceled the meeting that night with Jerry to take care of me. By Friday, I was feeling better and watched Jerry give his own performance.

After lots of predictable (but still pretty hot) sex, I had an unexpected amazing night with a semi-regular top buddy. He is a cute, tall Asian with a great cock - about 7-7.5 and thick. He has always been fun to play with, but a bit quiet and the sex was always ok-to-good, but not great. But something changed since the last time I met him! His rimming skills went from C+ to an A! He ate my hole out like it was his last meal on Earth! And not just at the beginning of our sesh - he would cum in my ass, pull out and eat it out of my hole, then cum in me again, the eat, and on and on and on. And that’s right - he came like 7, 8, maybe 9 times. I never, ever in my long history of being a huge slut ever encountered someone who had that many multiple orgasms. I am sure he ran out of juice at some point, as that is just biology - but my ass was still overflowing with the same amount of cum as if I took loads all night at the bathhouse. After playing for a couple of hours, he was completely exhausted. I spent the rest of the night and the next day taking loads, but everyone else was a bit disappointing after him. We are definitely going to hook up much more often than before!!!

Part 4 My own following substantially grew. It’s been exactly 5 years since I became poz. With rampaging sex parties, massive breedings, and hundreds of men later, I can confirm at least 1,000 people who have become infected directly because of me, or my followers. With the goal of infecting as many people as possible, I continued my pursuit of neg holes. At this time, I was living abroad in Mexico, as part of my new lavish life. My followers funded me through various payment systems, and I had honestly become quite profitable. Thousands of dollars a week flowed into my accounts. Supporters around the world supported my mission to poz every last guy I could. Being 23, it was easy to get any guy I wanted. On a gorgeous beach in Matzalan, an adorable boy sat on a rainbow beach towel. I couldn’t help but stare him down. My thirst and hunger for him grew by the minute. His dark skin glistened with sweat, he was hairless too. Dark hair that was styled in a modern way tussled with the breeze. I walked over to him to determine if he was truly attracted to men. I learned his name was Andreas, a cute name for a cute boy. I never asked his age, frankly, I didn’t care. I sat next to him and talked about my life, being gay - what sex was like for me. Andreas was extremely interested in this. Yes, I had this one in the bag. An easy hole, for an easy poz. Andreas and I made out on the beach, no one else seemed to care. I ran my hand over his cock to incite his hormones. He pulled my hand off, and I realized… He wanted to go somewhere private. Thankfully my hotel was sitting on the beachfront property behind us. I brought him inside. We both hopped in the shower together, kissing each other. His tongue was playing twister with mine, wet and sloppy. He was gentle, but I was vigorous, and aggressive. He seemed to like me taking him over. I had successfully hijacked his emotions. I tugged on his cock, pulling him into me. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his small ass - working my fingers into his extremely tight hole. “I’m a virgin.” Andreas said, with a Spanish Mexican accent, “I’m not sure if I’m ready or not.” Andreas bit his lip, staring at my cock. I knew he wanted it. He knew I wanted him. After continuing to make out in the hot shower, I convinced him to take my cock, raw and natural. He agreed reluctantly and asked for me to pull out before I came. I had no intention of doing so. He was mine and he didn’t even know why yet. We exited the shower, and I picked him up in my arms. He was such a small boy, light and thin. I carried him to the bed, and gently laid him back. With finesse, I got over him between his legs, stroking his hair. I touched his lips, nibbled his ears, gave him hickeys, and taunted his throbbing cock. I saw his eyes begging for more from me, he was so innocent and hormone ridden it was almost disgusting. Nonetheless, I would never pass up this opportunity in a million years. I had decisive control over my body now, and he was about to be decisively bred. I was gentle on him, I didn’t want to alarm the poor boy. I slid my finger in very gently, he quivered and whimpered as I massaged his prostate. I curved my finger downwards, and pulled out, scratching the lining of his juicy ass. He let out a bit of a whimper, and I apologized. I didn’t mean it. I needed a way to take him. I slid my cock in real slow, and began to beat on his prostate. His moans were high pitch and submissive. He loved it. I pounded his ass harder and harder as became more accustomed to my cock. Soon enough he was damn near yelling. Calling out my name, “Fuck! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me harder!” He was completely submitted to me. It was time to make my move. “I’m gonna cum. I need to pull out now.” I said, then I moved in to kiss him. This was to prevent him from saying anything more. “Can I please cum inside of you?” My face was only inches away, and we were sharing breaths from each other. I gave him a really good thrust and he moaned out “Cum inside me! Please!” So I did. I blew a load so toxic and so potent, a super infected load was sure to ruin him. I had claimed another hole, and another soul. During my stay in Mazatlan, we fucked many more times. About 3 weeks later he came down with the flu, and at this time I packed my bags and left the city. Andreas was on his own, a converted bottom. Little did I know, this cute Mexican boy would be the last one I ever pozzed. Just weeks later an opportunistic infection took my life as my lungs gave way to a respiratory disease. My army of vital soldiers March on in my place. Spreading my foul corruption around the globe. Thousands of men had converted because of me, and thousands more would. I had refused to take drugs for HIV. I knew eventually it would claim me. Being poz wasn’t my identity, it was my lifestyle. Suppressing it would be a disgrace. Forevermore, as time proceeded, my army joined me in hell, where we fucked like animals amidst the heat. Conclusion I know this isn’t the exact ending that anyone likely wanted. However, this ending came to me in a dream last night after writing part 3. I woke up horny as fuck, and I knew that regardless of what the reader wanted, my poz hungry brain wrote the final scene to this fantasy subconsciously. It would be a shame not to honor my most primal instincts by writing something else. My character lived a wonderful life filled with sex and glory, thanks to Darren and his father.

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

I got mine done almost two years ago. Birthday present for myself. Despite the brown-yellow dye that went on it, I screamed when it was put in. Suffered for a couple days after. Peeing with it just causes more dribble than ever. I've been a dribbler since I was 10, but this required me to learn how to sit to piss like a chick. Kind of annoying to be at a urinal in public and step back to find that it looks like you pissed yourself. Hand dryers are sometimes helpful at hiding the evidence. As for airport scanning, I've flown twice and never set off the alarm while the ring was in. That's not what security is looking for, even if some of us are packing dangerous weapons down there. LOL

Until I was 26, I was 100% top. Other than a tongue, nothing went up my ass. Then I met Chris. He he taught me it made me no less of a man to get my whole stuffed. Within six months, I had taken my first fist. Today, I am totally 50/50 vers. I’ve got a big dick and love to fuck. A lot of other tops like my attitude, and when they see my dick, they are hungry to flip. And I am happy to do it. But I’m never shy to let someone know that I have my needs on the bottom, too.

Friday & Saturday nights are a good bet .... just slurpin ...errrr ... I mean just sayin ...

50/50 on an ideal fuck night but rarely with the same 50/50 guy(s). Seem to enjoy a few btms then have some tops breeding me.

I do far more casual /. Anon meets , when I was young I used to get paranoid about STDs etc. Now I’ve got a frequent fliers card for my local clinic .

I try to answer honest. The higher the better but I have to start somewhere. If there is somebody who isn’t going to fuck me because I’m full of cum or because I’ve got a fresh hole then I don’t need the dick. I don’t attempt to talk these guys into it, I just move on. @apollobchbttm I love doing this. It’s hot to go back and look at pics and vids of me after with tallies and degrading shit written all over me in sharpie. I haven’t done it in a while because the sharpie wipes off by the end of a sweaty 12+ hr session.

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This reminds me of one of my buddies from a few years ago. He was the "baby" of the family, with 4 older sisters. Time and time and time again, he'd get a new bf, and then turn into one of his sisters !!! I had met 3 of these sisters, and it was painfully obvious that he learned how to be in a relationship from watching his sisters deal with their various boyfriends. Nine out of ten gay men will put up with that crap for about one minute !!! I tried to explain it - help him - but every damn time he reverted to acting like the 5th youngest sister.

I’ve never seen this thread! I imagine my total will be high. I started at the end of the list and looked at the 10 pointers. I’ve never been in main stream porn, I never have and never will eat shit, and I’ve never done a father son scene. Further, to protect my integrity, I have nothing to say about the other 10 pointers! 😈

When a cumdump asks "Am I the ass hole?" it's hard to arrive at any other answer than "Well, yes. Yes, you are." 😉 You are not, however, in the wrong about the photos. No one is entitled to personal copies of images of you owned by you, naked or otherwise, if you don't wish it. The fact that you are in an online flesh market doesn't alter that fact. It is the other guy who's under the mistaken belief that Grindr is a free library of porn collectables. I can't imagine actually paying to wade in the cesspool, but your rationale is as good a one as I've ever heard.

I think you may misapprehend how Viagra (and Cialis) work. They increase blood flow to the penis, enabling it to get and stay harder than it would otherwise. They work by relaxing certain cells in the penis, which allows more blood flow through the vascular system, which then makes for a harder erection. Poppers work by directly dilating blood vessels AND by relaxing certain muscles - for a bottom, it lets a top enter more easily. But if you already have increased blood flow to the penis from Viagra/Cialis, and then you use a vasodilator, which dilates blood vessels all over, the combination can produce a serious drop in overall blood pressure. If used WITHOUT vVagra or Cialis, at least in some cases, the increased dilation of the blood vessels in the penis can make it harder (very short term) even though over the course of the session, especially with repeated hits, the effect is likely to be negated by blood flow dropping elsewhere in the body. So a single hit or two of poppers (for a top) MAY (and I stress may) have a net plus effect for fucking. Repeated use is likely to result in a limp dick.

You can see mine in my avatar, but here's the original version - Hereinlondon using my cunt

Just to grouse for a moment, the ones that kill me are the posts with tons of personal info going on about how they love being exposed. The next day, they are begging to have it all taken down in the reports. It never fails.

Hot cocks are awesome. I don’t care that much if you have one or not (although of course hot to see, so I don’t mind at all) but of course gorgeous cock or not I’m breeding your hole. 😉

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Older men can be absolutely magic. One of my favorite daddy tops is 76 and I've rarely felt so profoundly owned and used and controlled. His dick is so hard and in control of me that when he fucks me that it gets right into my head. We haven't hooked up since the pandemic started and I've been really missing spending time with him as his boy and taking his seed. He just reached out recently saying he'd like to get together again. I'm going to *make* time for this man.

Some (in fact all ) lovely holes , but for this top a sloppy hole full of cum will always get my vote !

Part 3 Darren was serious, the look in his eyes was intense and fierce. I could tell that he wanted me to poz this fresh neg hole right here, right now. I took my cock and pressed it against his puckering hole, the hairs of his ass tickling my dick as I slid in, balls deep. Immediately, my hormones took over, and I pounded his hungry hole. Each thrust I could feel his clean hole quiver and pulse, grabbing at my cock, embracing it. Fuck he felt good. I was already on the verge of blasting his ass with my toxic load. I pulled out to give myself a break. “Absolutely not, get your cock back in there, bitch!” Darren snarled, “Finish the fucking job you faggot.” I pushed back in, and moved my body, rubbing my cock against his inner walls, and I tensed up as I exploded in pure ecstasy. The thoughts of breeding him and taking away his negative status were overwhelming, and my orgasm seemed to last forever. It was done. This man would never be the same anymore. 6 Months Later I’ve grown a lot in nearly a years time since my pozzing. Today I was throwing my first ever, all bareback party. In order to do this, Darren and his father were hosting the party at his father’s house. Tonight’s menu consisted of a single negative hole to use, interestingly, my former gym teacher named Charles. Charles wasn’t skinny or fat, he wasn’t muscular or undertoned. He was just plain average. Average in all ways that is, except his excessively small cock. It was embarrassing. Maybe half an inch when he was hard. He was a true faggot, a breed of unprecedented disaster regarding genetics. Charles was blindfolded, ass up, face down, tied up on Richard’s bed. Darren stood in the corner, stroking his cock while 15 men stood in the bedroom, preying on the ass beholden in front of them. “Men. Today we are here to bear witness to the pozzing of Charles. Daddy Darren will be here to seal the deal, as my own creator and father. Although you men serve me, you also serve Darren as our forefather. Let’s get to work.” I was proud. I made my own poz cult. I was beginning to lose any of my former innocence. I wasn’t the catholic saint I once was, if anything, I was nearly the devil now. A true sinner. It felt so good to ruin a man’s hole with my toxic seed. It was absolutely thrilling to know I was ruining him, and making him mine. Each man took his turn on Charles. Within just a few loads he started squirming from the excessive use of his nearly virgin ass. The cum dripping onto the bed, the sweat running down his back and ass crack. His ass hair was curled, and stuck to his body wet. A funky aroma of ball sweat, ass, cum, lube, and poppers filled the room. Heavy, thick, and intoxicating. I was drunk on the pheromones. Richard was next, then me, and finally Darren. Richard whipped his massive horse cock against Charles’ hole. Used, abused, disgusting, Charles was destroyed. Richard popped his cock in at full speed, and floored him out, going as deep as Charles’ body would let him and then further. Charles screamed in agony as Richard stole his pleasure from him. Charles begged for Richard to stop, but everyone in the room was addicted to watching the show - Richard refused. Richard fucked Charles like a god damn ape, relentless, rough and hard. We all stroked our cocks in amazement, Richard really knew how to destroy a boy pussy. Richard’s ass cheeks clenched up, and from behind you could see his balls squelch up closer to his body. He was about to cum. Right then, Richard blew his evil seed into poor Charles, while the rest of us came a second time. We collected our jizz and stuck it in Charles’ gaping hole, filling it even more. It was my turn, I slid into Charles and got up by his ear. “You’re mine now, bitch. I own you forever. We are family forever. My bug lives in you, and you service my bug for the rest of your life. You’ll be in hell servicing me forever now. You. Are. Mine.” Darren looked at me approvingly. Happy master, happy life. Part 4 Preview The dark side of me is taking over, I cannot control myself anymore. My cult has taken over, Darren now holds no power over me anymore, as I’ve officially surpassed him. I am now the Poz King, my seed, my babies, have taken the holes and souls of more men than I could ever know.

Hi, piercied Top (54, 172cm, 68kg) here

I have always liked older men, and now that I am older, I still do. But this reminds me of the first orgy I went to. I went with a man in his early 30's that I was having a fling with. The organizers had "door prizes" that they gave out. One very fit and tan white haired man won a prize of Crisco for being the oldest, he was 71. I won a 7 inch dildo for being the youngest, 17. He approched me and asked if I liked math, then said, "Let's see how many times 71 goes into 17"! As I remember, it was several times.

Last night orgy. Took 9 dicks and 4 loads. Then went to a hung Filipino regular bud after to let him use my wet post orgy hole. I found it interesting that many guys are into post orgy hole 😆

Part 2 Tom looked like shit which was rare for him. "Look, I'm not going to live like this. You have a few options" I said. I had rehearsed this because I really didn't want to leave him. I came up with a few good options and one crazy one, which I told him calmly while he softly sobbed. In hindsight, it was one good option, one bad option, one selfish option and one crazy one. "One, we can walk away and give up on almost seven great years. Two, we can close our relationship back up. Or at least you can, since I like hooking up with other guys and haven't had any issues other than a few mediocre fucks. Three, you can go on PrEP so you can let anyone fuck you and not have to worry about getting infected with HIV. I think we can deal with the other curable ones and they come with having lots of partners. Or four, you can go get yourself pozzed up, go on meds and not have to worry about catching it again, like Dennis" I said. I took one more sip of the crappy Malbec and stood up, adding "Let me know what you decide" before I walked back to my hotel. "You told him what?!?!" Dennis exclaimed when I talked to him the next day. "Well, I could only come up with the one good idea and I don't like to give ultimatums. I don't want to leave him and only allowing me to play on the side is a selfish choice since I'm not going to give it up and he's proven he can't do it well. So... I basically told him to get on PrEP or we were done" I told Dennis. "Uh... you gave him a choice and based on how scared he is of losing you, he might take the easy way out. You told him it was ok, too, since it was one of the options you told him. I do know a couple guys that would pay good money to charge up a hot neg guy like him" Dennis said. The chuckle he made after his comment was a little disconcerting. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. But, you're doin ok, right?" I asked, just in case Tom did something crazy and chose my fourth option. "I'm fine. It's fun collecting as much toxic seed as I can and then have a neg guy stuff his dick in it. Uh... want to meet up Saturday at the Watering Hole?" he asked. "Yeah, sure. Nine ok?" I asked and he replied "Sounds good." A few of Dennis' comments had rattled me and I was thinking about them all night. -- "Got a minute" came the text the next afternoon. He called when I said "ok" and his attitude was very different. Tom was calm and serious. "I've been thinking about our meeting and your options. I think I can rule out number one, since I want to make this work. All of my freakouts have been because I'm scared of losing you. This past week has made it painfully clear that I need you in my life" Tom said. "I want to make it work too, but I'm not interested in the emotional rollercoaster we've been on" I replied. "Can I be honest with you? I mean, brutally honest?" Tom asked. "Of course" I replied. "I'm kind of turned on taking poz loads. The undetectable ones like Patrick and Dennis have don't do it for me any more. The thought of taking unmedicated ones with high viral loads just turns me on so much. I'm just afraid that if I get pozzed, you'll dump me" Tom said. "So you'd rather become a psycho bitch every couple months and make me dump you for that?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you for any reason" Tom told me. "Well, think about this. If you go through with it, it's a life long commitment. You shouldn't do it just for a wild fuck or ten, or just to make a hookup seem hotter. Talk to Patrick and find out what its really like, long term. PrEP is a much more sensible option" I said. Tom's bombshell wasn't nearly as much of a shock after the discussion I'd had with Dennis. Looking back, it kind of made sense, which meant he wasn't just making shit up to get back together or to shock me. A few hours later I was on my way over to Dennis' place. I needed to talk this whole thing out with him but I was also horny as fuck. When I got there, two guys were just leaving. I had seen both of them at the gym over the past few years. The black guy was thick and muscled and the Latino was about fifty pounds lighter with big arms, a classic vee leading down to an eight-pack. Both reeked of pot and giggled as they walked by, winking at me. Dennis was inside the doorway, wearing only a huge grin. The skunky aroma barely covered up the smell of fresh cum. He handed me a pipe and lighter and I took a hit of some really strong weed. The second hit was even longer and was exactly what I needed. The third I shotgunned into Dennis' mouth after letting my lungs soak up as much as they could. We ended up on the couch and I told him what Tom had said. I wasn't sure if he was just letting me talk through it or if he was too stoned to even hear my words. A ding came from his phone and he glanced at it to read the notification. He looked back at me, smiling, and said "I got a couple ideas, but first you're gonna have to give me what's trying to escape your jeans. That bulge is fuckin huge."

I grew up in So. Calif. Dad traveled a lot for business, and Mom worked long hours at a hospital. Between age of 12 and 14, folks would put me on a plane and send me back east to my grandparents and uncle who was 5 years older than me. He and I used to fool around, but by the time I was 14, he got a girlfriend and he was no longer interested. When I was 15, I convinced my folks to let me stay home for the summer to hang with my friends. We went to the beach a lot, and one day someone said we should leave early and drive to La Jolla where there is a nude beach. I couldn't believe my eyes, so many people and all naked! My buddies and I started throwing a frisbee and I missed the catch. It landed next to a handsome man. He lifted his sunglasses and smiled. Later, we packed up to leave and I walked a little slower behind my friends. He raised his glasses again and smiled and discretely handed me a folded paper. He wrote his phone number and a note that if I needed a ride to the beach to call him. I called him that evening and got a ride to Blacks Beach the following day. He was 32 and we had a lot of fun together and with others. It didn't take long for me to collect many more phone numbers.

stuck my dick in 8 holes and loaded 3

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Oly in the sling [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/poz-poppers-sling-fuck/

So hot, thank you 😜

Mr S Leather has some great blindfolds for $30-60 that are comfortable and only cover your eyes, but well enough to block out all visual while keeping your nose open for enhancements.

Yeah seem to be a lot of people like that. Easiest way I find to tell if they’re genuine is if they have a pic on here. Other thread type that annoys me in our subforum are the ones constantly asking which hotels are best for fuck and go. Like that hasn’t been answered 10 million times already. And then the genuine cumdumps/tops get tired of posting on here when their threads are buried by these spam.

Pozzed Cheerleader 7 I walked or rather I slogged my way over to the Fieldhouse where the cheer squad practices. The men and women each have their own locker rooms. When I got there the room felt different, like they all had been talking about me and they hushed when I entered the room. Jamie had his locker near mine and Mark was a few away from me. We made small talk and soon the locker room was back into the swing of things. I turned my back on everyone to slip my jock on to hide my plug. I was wondering how my shorts were going to hide that thing. I just put it out of my mind. I scanned the room sizing up all the guys on the team. There were 8 of us. I knew Mark was bi, Jamie was gay and in the same situation as me. Michael was more than likely gay, but came off as a condom nazi. Jim was straight and dating the head cheerleader. Andy was an unknown, but he did hang with Jamie a lot and so did Jalen and Ty (the two black guys on the team). So, converting this team I may have my work cut out for me. WE tossed and tumbled our way through 2.5 hours of grueling practice. I mean tossing 120lb bitches in the air can be exhausting. I decided to hang back in the locker room as I did not want to get in the shower with everyone with the plug still in my ass. So I killed as much time as I could. I had 3 fresh loads from the bathroom this morning and I knew Mark, Jamie and Jalen were taking their sweet-ass time in the shower as well. I waited till I could not wait any longer. Most of the guys were gone, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and scooted into the shower. Jamie snickered, “I heard you spent some time in the Union hall bath this morning, that was my duty till you came along, it was supposed to go to Mark”. I must have looked shocked at hearing Mark was supposed to have that duty. I wondered what they had him doing. I would find out soon enough. I heard a slight moan through the steam of the shower and made my way towards the sound. It was Mark bent over with Jalen slamming his huge black cock in and out of his ass. Jamie assured me he was a recent convert and would be going up to see George and the crew in a couple of weeks for a full conversion. For now though, he is just using our cunts whenever the urge strikes him. I hoped the urge would strike me soon I thought. I asked Jamie who else was converting over. He assured me the whole team at some point they just don’t know it yet including the girl (that is a story for another time) . I wondered where did I come in with all this. Funny, you should ask that Jamie said and at the time Ty strolled into the shower. “I heard you give good head” Ty quizzed me. My answer was to pull him to me under the shower stream and fall to my knees and swallow his massive dark cock. I really took a liking to black cock the last few days. I could see out of the corner of my eye Jamie move over behind Jalen and begin to eat his ass. Poor bastard was being set up for being fucked and he did not even know. I heard Jalen moan, “tongue my ass deeper, you white cunt.” I thought I would take some initiative and let my fingers do the walking with Ty and would let them roam his backside. He pulled his cock out and smacked me hard against the face and said, “no touching my ass you white faggot cocksucker. I am not faggot like you mother fuckers!’ Oh, he was going to be a challenge. I went back to blowing him and giving him the best head he ever had in his life and I knew some of the girls that have blown him including my ex. Jamie was really working over Jalen to the point he was bent over sucking Mark while Jamie had two fingers in his pussy. I was amazed. Ty looked down at me and said, “looks like you faggots turned another one. I never thought they would get Mark, but you I knew it was a matter of time before they turned your faggot ass,” His words stung for a moment, but as far as he knew they just made us “gay”. He knew nothing about the pozzing. Jalen told Jamie that was enough. He wanted two cocksuckers on his massive tool. They did not have to be told twice. I was working on Ty's massive cock and tonguing his taint. His cock was impressive when it was fully hard. He was fully aroused when he told me to get up, bent over and present my used cunt to him. I did as I was told. Ty spit on my hole and guided his black cock into my pozzed hole. I let out a moan when I felt his wiry pubes against my ass. He did not wait for me to get accustomed to his big tool before he started fucking my hole. He used me like he owned me like Jalen was using Mark and Jamie. They sucked his massive cock until he ordered Mark to assume the same position that I was in. Jamie got behind Jalen once again and used his marvelous mouth on his ass. Ty was holding onto my hips as he pounded my ass as hard as I had been in my short time as a bottom slut. “I am going to breed your ass” he breathed hard. “I am going to make you three sluts a weekly cock stop!” With that I felt his cock expand and explode into my cunt. I lost count of the amount of loads I had in my ass that day or even swallowed. Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum in Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. More to Cum Joey

You and me both! No regrets about becoming a whore/slut and taking seed raw. And yeah, it is super addicting, and you can't get enough of it.

Or, a little fun .... At one time I wore some steel, including a P.A. The alarm went off at the airport walking through that X-ray machine, and some lady came over and told me to stand aside. Then, a very easy-on-the-eyes uniformed guy came over with the ("wand"?) metal detector, and when he ran it over my left nipple it buzzed ... and when he ran it over my Cock it rang again. So I looked him in the eye, started to unbutton my jeans, and said "wanna see for yourself?" A shadow of a smile crossed his face for an instant, before he replied something like "that won't be necessary, sir - enjoy your flight". It was fun !!! After that though, I kept a tiny pliers in the dop kit in the luggage, took them out before leaving home, and put them in again when I got to wherever it was I was going.

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Note: Part 1 is mostly background. It'll get good though. Promise ;) Part 1 I had work tomorrow. It was a weeknight, how did I end up at this Halloween party? My friend Steven and his room mate and best friend Nancy had invited me to their part over a month ago and I had never responded. I wasn't a huge fan of the holiday and with it falling midweek this year- it didn't seem like my cup of tea. I'd ignored the upcoming holidays A little background on me. My name if Jeff and I'm an average kinda guy- working in a cubicle. brown hair and average build. A hairy chest and a 7 inch cut cock. I had dabbled with T in college but put away my partying and hookup days 4 years ago when I graduated and met Chris. Chris never knew about my past and was all I had wanted. A settled life, picture perfect life. But a year ago we started having problems, we weren't connecting any more and our picture perfect life became more and more a facade. I slipped and jerked off some random guy at the gym in the steam room. I thought he was random at least. Turns out he recognized me and was a friend of one of Chris' friends. Chris left me for cheating. I hadn't meant to "cheat". it was jerking off, c'mon. but when he left I felt sadness and uncertainty about what was next. I also felt relief. I did't miss Chris or the cookie cutter existence. Since the breakup I'd grown more an more curious about revisiting my dirty past, watching porn that featured some explicit stuff and fantasizing. All this is to say I had become pretty reclusive the past month. That changed two days ago. I'd stopped after work to grab some groceries and a bottle of wine. I had just settled in when Steve banged on my door. I let him in. "Jeff, I'm not going to let you just stay at home all the time. all of us are worried about you. We don't get it. You and Chris were so good together, why the split?" He paused to let me answer, I didn't. "Fine, don't tell me but DO come to the party this week. It'll be fun- we'll drink and there'll be friend and a bunch of guys you haven't met yet. who knows, maybe you could meet someone?" "I'm not looking to meet someone" "That's what everyone says right before they meet someone. Whatever- you're coming. I will not take no for an answer and if you don't show up, I'm setting you up on three blind dates this weekend." Not trusting his taste or wanting to ruin my weekend, I acquiesced. "Fine, I'll stop by" "And wear a costume. it's a costume party. everyone goes all out." "Fine , Ill pull something together" ----------- Earlier tonight I'd got home, poured a drink and rummaged through an old box of college crap, knowing I had a costume or two in here somewhere from misspent college Halloween parties. One drink turned to three as I searched through the boxes of old crap Chris had made me keep in the basement. I found a boy wonder costume, a firefighter, a witch from that year in drag and a sailor. And then I found it at the bottom- It had never been mine. My senior year room mate had gone as Tarzan to that frat party. He'd left it behind and i grabbed it, it had stayed with my stuff all these years. I pulled it out and examined it. It was comprised of a brown wig, a brown loincloth skirt and a top that was one shoulder and torn in various places. It matched my mood- brooding and wanting to be a little sexy and dirty. I didn't know if i could pull off the look, but dammit I'd try it on. Why not? I knew it was time to get back out there and was starting to look forward to the party. I put the costume on and was surprised by how great I looked in it. Not hugely confident in myself generally, I was pleased to see my increased time at the gym and my bleak breakup diet had results. I threw back one more drink to calm the nerves then went off to the party. _________ At the party I was in a corner awkwardly with my drink. Everyone had complimented my costume and I'd made small talk with Nancy, Steven and a few others.It was a pretty tame affair. everyone was dressed cute and I felt like a little bit of a slut for wearing something a little more risque. I was a little shy in meeting new people and the two I'd managed to start a conversation with seemed like assholes, so I headed to the corner of the living room and was sipping on my drink. I was watching a couple make out on the couch and wondering if maybe I should leave when the door opened. Two girls entered dressed as fairies. They'd nailed it. glittery costumes, makeup and wigs. They looked great. They were followed by another girl and a man. I couldn't really see them as they made their way in. Steve exclaimed from the other room and ran over and made introductions. Apparently the fairies we work friends of his and they'd brought along two friends Steve didn't know. "the more the merrier" I heard Steve exclaim as I went to the kitchen to refresh my drink. As I was entering the kitchen, the few people who had been in there emptied into the living room to greet the new company, the door swinging shut behind them. They'd replace the normal kitchen bulbs with red ones for a spooky decorating effect ,so the whole room was darker and moodier. I was refilling my cup and heard the door swing open. I turned and there he was.... I took a sharp intake of breath. The vision before me was stunning. He was dressed as the devil. Slicked back black hair, A full length black coat that was open to reveal a completely made up body. His entire body had been painted red with black and white accents. His face was a hybrid of a skeleton and a devil. and latex horns drew forth from his forehead. Under the coat he wore only black leather boots, black leather briefs and a harness. He was gorgeous and seems dangerous. He was everything that no one else here was and I was rendered speechless. "Hello there." He then chuckled and said "Tarzan, you look... sexy. Forgive me for barging in but my group just arrived and I've been sent to grab us some drinks. What are you drinking?" "Rum and coke. basic, I know. You look.... really great. The makeup must have taken forever" "Gotta go all out. Tonight's the night for a wild night, I love to make Halloween as memorable as possible" he said as he readied his drinks. "I'm Jeff, what's your name?" He smirked "What do you want it to be ?" He took a small vial from his coat pocket and added a small amount of liquid to his drink. "Trick or treat?" "Huh?" "Do you want a trick or a treat?" "Uh... I don't know. Treat I guess." "Then close your eyes" I hesitated for a moment and then with a deep inhale, I closed my eyes and heard the sound of liquid hitting liquid. "Open" He said. And I did. "Cheers" He raised his cup and we clicked solo cups and took a sip. My drink tasted slightly different and I wondered what had been in the vial. I opened my mouth to speak and he said "shhhhh.... details later. Let's head back before we're missed. grab those drinks and bring them" "Yes, sir" I said simply. I don't know why I said that. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I looked down, embarrassed. I heard I'm chuckle and as he left the room he said "Good. I like that. let's go..." I took a deep breathe and followed him back to the party.

now "pozzingboi" on wick r...

Part 2 We rejoined the others in the living room and after passing out the drinks sat on opposite sides with me. A game had commenced in our absence and the group was absentmindedly playing while also chatting. I settled into a spot on the floor. I could feel my friend, the devil, watching me. any time I looked up his eyes were on me. It felt intense and unabashed. I didn't know what to do. He raised his cup in my direction. I was reminded of the drink in hand and took a few sips- still wondering what he'd put in it and praying for the comfort of alcohol to make me more comfortable in this situation. As the night bore on and my drink emptied I began to feel a little flushed and warm. I found myself smiling more at jokes and looking back towards my new friends stare. The game fell apart and the room dissolved into a few different groups. Space opened on the couch next to the devil. I saw him mouth to me "sit here now" with a crook of his neck to his side. I felt myself getting up, as if I wasn't in control of my own actions and sat next to him. He and I talked for awhile and he got closer and closer until his arm was around me with our foreheads pressed together. I lost sense of the room and could feel myself warming. I could feel my desire building for this sexy man. "You're beautiful, you know. I want you." he whispered. I smiled. My drink was empty and I needed air needed a moment to breathe. I excused myself and made a hasty escape to the kitchen to refill my drink. Steven burst through the doors a minute later. "Having fun?" He asked. but before I could answer he interjected. "I saw you talking to that guy. My friends brought him and barely know him but the things they do know. He sounds a little dark. A little freaky. You should probably stay away from him. Have you met Gavin yet? He's coming later- much more your speed. Nice professional guy, very cute. Looking for marriage. Like you." He said all this without allowing me a word, all the while making his next drink. By the end of his monologue his drink was made and he exited. I found myself surprised. Turned on to learn my friend was a little freaky- I wondered what that meant. I was also surprised by his comment of me wanting marriage too. My whole life that's what I'd thought- what I'd said but I recoiled against the idea when Steven mentioned it. This whole night felt like confusion. I should leave. I returned to the living room without even refilling my drink. The devil was no where to be seen. I made my excuses and said goodbyes and went up the stairs to the guest bedroom to get my coat. I had entered and was searching through the coats when I heard the door shut behind me. I knew it was him. The devil was with me. In that moment I felt my heartbeat quicken and knew my life was about to go down an unexpected path, I turned around. We locked eyes. I crossed to him and as I did i saw him lock the door. He pushed me so my against the wall and then pressed himself fully against me. "Leaving so soon" he whispered forcefully "I....I...." I had no words. "Shhhhhh..." and then he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It was euphoric. Sensual and deep. I was in ecstasy. Whatever had been in the drink had lit me like a fuse and I wanted him, knew he wanted me and knew he could see it in my eyes. We made out for minutes. tongues entwining, feeling his body against mine. Finally he pushed away. "Trick or treat?" He asked. "Treat. Always. Is it the same treat as before? Was that G?" "Shhhh... Not the same as before. You know G? Maybe you're not quite as innocent as I thought. No this is quite different. close your eyes and reach out your hand." Steven's prior warning flashed through my mind, but I wanted whatever the treat was. If he wanted me to reach out my hand, maybe it was a pill. Maybe it was candy. who knows, but i needed to find out. So I reached out my hand and with an inhale closed my eyes. "While you went to get your drink, I had to get this treat ready for you, for us." he took my extended hand and curled the finger in till I was making a fist. I was confused, but I went with it. He then took my arm in his hand. Now I had no idea what to expect. Suddently at the crook of my elbow I felt a prick. Like a needle. My eyes flung open. He looked up, locked eyes and grinned. Then he looked back down to resume his action. I followed his gaze and saw it was a needle. Scenes from my wild college days flashed in my mind. Naked and erotic night that had started just like this. I wanted it. It had been so long, I had been so good. And now.... I needed more. I grinned. I watched as he registered and my blood filled the syringe. "Mmmm.. yes!" I said. He just grinned again. I loved watching this process. I loved that this was finally happening to me again. I found myself craving the night ahead. and we locked eyes as he emptied the contents into my vein. "Tonight, you are mine. It's time to free you." And then it hit me. End part 2-

Peter moved to the door and opened it. Instead of the next man that was there to fuck my hole, the manager of the motel stood. “Why were the cop's here” he ask, “if you are doing anything illegal you fags are out of here” “Cop was here only to shoot his load in my boyfriend’s hole” Peter said. “Yeah?” the manager said. “Yeah I am setting up guys to come over and breed him” “Well, I have a huge load stored up in my big balls,” “Want to empty it up his hole” The manager nodded. He was an older man, white hair, white mustache and skin so tan that it looked almost like leather. He was thin, almost a sickly thin. He grabbed his crotch and a thick tube appeared. He pushed Peter out of the door way and came in. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of his tan skin. “He takes all loads right,” he asked, “none refused?” “Yeah buddy give me all that you got” “Gonna give you my death” He pulled his shirt out of his pants and took it off. I could see every rub, he was emaciated! His thin, bony fingers pulled on his belt and then worked on his pants button. Peter was just standing there silent, slowly pulling on his soft cock. The manager of the motel kicked off his shoes and let go of his pants. His pants fell quickly to his ankles, exposing his thin legs. There was no fat anywhere on this man. His white briefs were blinding white against his tan skin. His cock was vary hard, running across his hip on the right side under his underwear. A big bulge hung low between his legs, caused by his massive ball sac. His bony fingers hooked his briefs and pushed them down with his pants. As he stood back up he stepped out of his pants. It was then I saw his cock, it was a thick one eyed monster, about seven inches in length. His crotch and sac were completely smooth, shaved clean. “How do you want me” I asked. “Get that ass on the edge of the bed and lift those legs to heaven” “At this rate of infection,” I said, “I'm more on a path to hell” With my legs up and wide, I watched him move closer to the bed, stroking his cock on the way. Peter was staring at his ass as he walked. I saw him mouth: “Saggy ass” and “Dude is sick” Once at my ass he rubbed his cock in my crack, collecting the cum that was in there. “Won't need lube, cum and a sloppy hole, a great combination” His cock head pushed against my hole, popping inside with ease. He didn't hesitate and slammed his thick cock deep into me. His smooth crotch pressed against my ass. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wider, pulling them a little farther than my muscles would allow. He fucked fast and hard, as if he was in a rush. He pumped his cock in small motions, jack hammering my hole. His thick cock moved in and out, faster and faster. I squeezed my hole around his cock as he pumped in and out. Peter stood near by just pulling in his cock, which was just a little bit hard. “You sure you want it, bitch” the manager asked “Yes I want it” I said “You’re gonna get it,” he said, “get my AIDS” He slammed into my hole, then pulled back, only to slam into me again. I couldn't feel him shooting but by the way he was twitching and breathing, I knew he shot his load. He quickly pulled out and turned to Peter. “Not going to leave you out,” he said, “get down and clean my spent cock” Peter looked at me, as if he was questioning what the man wanted. “Get on your knees you asshole,” I shouted, “clean that cock” Peter jumped and dropped to his knees, as I got off the bed and stood next to the manager. “Taste my ass juice and every load of cum that is up my hole” Peter quickly put his mouth over the spent cock, slurping and sucking on the manager’s cock. He was making a face as if he wasn't enjoying it. “At least act like you’ enjoying it, you limp dick asshole” I said. Peter started to moan and suck on the manager’s cock with more enthusiasm, making sucking and slurping sounds as he did, until the manager pushed him off his cock. The manager quickly dressed and was out the door. “What the fuck just happened” Peter said. “We just got an AIDS load” “Yeah but from that man” Peter said. “Hey don't be an asshole, a dick is a dick”

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

Hi rawTOP, I think you really have a point there. But still I wonder, if (at least with some of those young boys seeking anonymous, unprotected sex with total strangers sometimes four or five times their own age) it could be just the other way around? We (i.e. the society) always talk about poor, innocent boys getting molested by "predatory older men" that selfishly push those kids into a direction they would have never taken on their own. But what if some boys (and I believe myself to be one of those few) are not forced into anonymous promiscuous sex by circumstances, but actually born with that urge that drives them into the arms of bearded, hairy, muscular "Daddies". As for myself, I know that I embarassed my mother again and again by climbing onto the lap of each and every (male) stranger that visited our house, cuddling up to them, even at an age where I was supposed to be "too old for that". But I just liked their male scent, the way their furry forearms felt against my smooth skin and I kept wiggling around on their lap, not to find a comfortable position, but because of the condition it brought some of those guys into, or I would steady myself on their thighs, just to "accidently" brush against their bulges. And some of them obviously knew what they had in hands with me. So maybe those boys (or at least some of them) have not been dragged into perversion by the "predatory older men" you mentioned, but actually just found a fatherly friend who saw their potential or what they were meant to be, maybe from the day they were born, and helped them to find their way in life. I know this is a controversial point of view, but still it might be worth thinking it over. All I can say is that I never felt "abused" when sucking much older strangers cocks as a young boy.