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Part 5 "How's my little bug chaser doing? Feeling ok? We skipped Tuesday's dose... I guess we'll have to start all over again" Jerry said as Tom sucked on his dick. Jerry winked at me when I pulled my shirt up, showing him the last bits of rash on my stomach. Saturday was a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at how much cum my body could shoot. I did some role play on a few fucks, making him beg for my toxic load. I hoped that Saturday marked the day I was no longer shooting blanks and the countdown had begun before Tom was converting like I just had. Jerry moved to a Monday/Wednesday/Friday breeding schedule from Tuesday/Friday. Mine was seven days a week. Our sex had the energy it did back when we first met, but a week later I could tell that Tom was getting restless. "I know that I agreed with you, Patrick and Dennis that I should know who the guy that pozzed me is, but I'm wondering if Jerry is that potent or even poz" Tom said after Sunday morning's fuck. "Give it a little more time. You heard Dennis tell you about his nephew's friend and that it took over two months for him to convert" I said. I prayed that my newly minted bug would get him a lot sooner. Hoping to drag him a little longer, I added "Only a month til our anniversary. Hopefully you'll get a big gift." I watched Tom smile. He kissed me and said "I can't believe you didn't dump me when you found out I wanted to get pozzed. Thanks for being so supportive" Tom said. "You're welcome but you should thank Dennis too. He's the one that explained a lot of stuff to me. He really hated seeing us falling apart and told me I needed to encourage you" I told him. My cock pushed back into his wet hole and I gave him a slow sensuous fuck for the next forty five minutes. "Are you going to keep fucking me bare after I convert? Or are you going to stop until I'm undetectable?" Tom asked as we laid there with another load in his ass. "I doubt I could wait that long. Dennis did say it was really hot fucking a guy that was converting. I'll keep fucking your poz ass just like I have your neg one" I replied. He waited a minute and looked back at me. There was a twinkle in his eye and he asked "I heard some bottom guys get the urge to top once they convert. I'd like to try fucking you when I'm poz. OK?" I chuckled and replied "We'll see." Tom had never topped me in all the years we had been together. I may have swallowed hundreds of his loads, but I don't consider that bottoming. Immediately I knew that he wanted to charge me up so we'd be toxic together. If I had doubted Dennis' plan before, I didn't any more. When Jerry showed up on Monday night I left the two of them in the living room and wandered back to the bedroom to surf. It had gotten boring watching them and Tom said he was doing just enough to get the load. The next two nights when Jerry showed up were the same and I fucked Dennis at his place instead of watching lame sex. The weekend was when it was fun. Tom and I fucked half of Saturday and then hit the stores to replenish the house. I almost dragged him to the bathroom at the grocery store to fuck another load in his ass, but it was busy. The guys that came out were laughing and unfortunately there were a couple more in front of us so instead of waiting for someone else have a quickie, we just finished shopping and went home. Actually, we went home and fucked like rabbits. I'm sure the ice cream had started to melt, since we only got a few things put away before I had him bent over the counter forcing my bare cock back into his hole. Jerry was getting as bored as Tom was. Monday's fuck was quick and he was heading out the door fifteen minutes after he arrived. At least he gave me a nice lubed hole to drop my charged load into. There was so much cum on my bush and running down our legs, I think I forced all of his useless cum out and replaced it with my more potent seed. When I got home from work Wednesday, Tom was laying on the couch. The pained moans coming from his mouth made me grin briefly until I knelt down next to him. I remembered all of the things that I felt when I converted and it appeared he was now experiencing them. Dennis looked after me those first two days and I did the same for Tom. When Jerry showed up at eight, he took one look at Tom and said "My work is done. Be sure to share" and left. Normally, I hate feeling a body next to me in bed radiating enough heat to melt glass, but that night it turned me on. The last thing he needed was sex, yet I wanted to feel my cock plowing into his fevered hole. I wondered if Dennis enjoyed fucking me while I converted as much as I did fucking Tom. I took the next two days off to take care of him. He took longer to recover than I did and I probably didn't help him by fucking him a couple times a day and wearing him out. "Thanks for sticking by me. I guess this isn't gonna scare you away" he said Saturday evening, hugging me tight before he passed out again. I wondered how I was going to tell him that I was the one that pozzed him and that Jerry was just a ruse. Sunday he looked a little better but it took until Tuesday night where he was close to his normal self. "I heard it could be bad or I might never know when I converted, but that royally sucked. I guess I need to go and find out for sure, but from the stories I've heard I'm probably poz now. I'll understand if you want to find a more compatible partner" The sex that night was the most passionate we had ever had. I came three times in him. I showed up after work the next day with two of the drug store HIV tests, knowing they would probably tell us we were negative. He really looked disappointed when they did. We were back at hard, rutting sex that night where I told him "I'm gonna fuck the last neg load out of your dick!" He complimented me on my role play later, but was really depressed. I had hoped that it would spur some more nasty role play, but it did the opposite. The next few days, got him another load or two and he slowly got more involved. Sunday night, after a weekend of mostly sex, he said "I guess I need to find another guy to charge me up. Do you mind if I invite some guys over? I talked with a few online that said that they're so fucking toxic that one load will do it." "No, not at all. I find it really hot to watch you get bred by other guys before I fuck you too. But..." I told him, stopping mid-sentence. He looked back at me, waiting for me to continue. "I think instead we should go to the clinic and get a real test first. I heard the over the counter ones are only accurate a few months after you've converted" I said. He sighed and replied "OK." We hit the clinic in the neighborhood the next day. I'm pretty sure I wanted to fuck every guy there. Patients, nurses, the receptionist and the doctor. We both got poked, prodded, fingered, and drained of a few vials of blood. Everyone was professional and it was about as clinical as it gets and yet my dick was hard the entire time. Even the doctor made a comment about it. "I guess that works fine" he said, chuckling. Tom wasn't as excited and we went home to wait for our next appointment. The next couple days were hard and his libido had cratered. Tom's attitude was very different on our ride back home on Wednesday after we got the results of the more accurate test. He had gotten the news about the same time I did, just in different exam rooms. While I had assumed that the horrible flu was the definitive indication that I was no longer neg, Tom was the pessimist. He had gone through the roller coaster of emotions that almost destroyed our relationship and wasn't going to leap to any conclusions. My trick of giving him the OTC test had backfired and convinced him he was still neg after dealing with almost a month of Jerry's and my loads. He was so engrossed in finding out he really was poz that he never asked me what my results were. The moment we got back to the apartment, he was ripping off his clothes and pushing me towards the bedroom. I had never seen him that aggressive and never wanting to be the top. His prep consisted of four gobs of spit and less than a minute of fingering my once again tight hole. His dick followed almost right away and it hurt. Tom wasn't a good top and he rushed so fast to fuck me, he made it even worse. While I was in pain, I didn't put up any resistance. In less than ten minutes I got his first load. He kept fucking and his dick never got soft. I knew he was planning on trying to poz me that day and it turned me on a lot more than I expected. A second before he pumped his third load in, I cried out "Breed that poz ass!" He thrust in deep, unloaded and then asked "What did you say? You're poz too? How?" I laughed and laid there, feeling his viral cum and cock in my ass.

Part 10 Of course I wanted it. I had been too afraid to admit it openly to myself and to others. I was just fixated on my phone screen looking at his message, offering what I had been looking for this whole time but too scared to ask for. I thought about all those nights reading stories on BZ wishing it was me, scrolling through BBRT looking at profiles searching for poz guys yet never getting into the conversations I wanted. All the mildly frustrating hook ups and sex in general which had somehow become quite vanilla for me, no matter the level of kink, because it was missing something. -“Hey!” I typed after maybe thirty minutes, not sure about wha I’d say next. -“How are you?” he replied almost instantly. -“I’m good thanks! How about you?” -“Pretty good! Been insanely horny lately. I bred 3 bottoms last weekend!” -“That’s hot! I haven’t had a lot of action lately, just crazy busy at work and my sex drive isn’t at its peak.” -“Well, it seems like this needs to be taken care of, doesn’t it? It’s a waste not to use such a hot bottom like you.” I took a few moments to think about what to answer. -“I haven’t given up on you, boy. After all those years of texting, I think I deserve to use you.” he added before I could reply. -“When you get your ass over here, it’s gonna be mine, boy!”. I felt my cock getting hard, which had not been such a common occurrence lately. I had been chatting with this guy for so long, fantasizing about him and getting fucked and bred by his dick. He was the one who had introduced the idea of chasing to me. I was trying to type some answer, but kept erasing and starting over. He probably saw the “Typing…” alert go on and off and just added -“I’m gonna help you there, I know what you want, and I know you’re too scared to ask for it. You want my poz dick right boy?”. There it was! -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Finally, we got there! Where are you going to stay?” he asked. -“I’ll be at the X hotel, in Y.” -“Just a few miles away from me, we could meet a few times during your stay.” -“I’m staying 10 days but I’m gonna be with my colleagues though. I’ll have my own room but I’d like to stay discret.” -“Not a problem, we’ll manage. We can also book a hotel on Saturday, I want you for an entire night too.” -“That’d be hot Sir! Can you cum multiple times?” -“With some breaks, maybe 3 or 4 times in one night.” -“Great!” -“Just so you know, I’m on meds, but I want to drop them before we meet, what do you say about that?”. My hole twitched a bit. -“I say I want your poz loads, Sir!” -“Do you want me as toxic as possible?”. Yes, I wanted him to drop his meds, to be fully toxic, but I was scared as hell. -“I’ll charge you up, boy! I’ll breed you all night!” he added. -“You’ll probably end up poz too after that. You on PrEp?”. The dreaded question. -“No, I’m not. I dropped it a few years ago!” I lied. Yes, I had dropped PrEp for a few years but I had been back to it for a few months now. I was craving his poz cum, but was still thinking of my Paris adventure. I figured I could have all the twisted fun I wanted with this poz guy and still get away with it unscathed. After all, he would have to know. -“Just got us a room in Z for Saturday. It’s about midway between your hotel and my place. If we’re lucky, I’ll be able to find more tops for you! I’ll like whoring out my boys!”. We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep, not before shooting my load on my stomach, thinking of becoming a whore again to anonymous guys. Being a poz guy’s whore, those words stuck in my head as I was drifting off. A month later, I landed in Y. I arrived at my hotel, checked in at the conference starting the next day and met with a few people I knew from other international events I had attended. I had five days full of meetings and workshops ahead of me. I’m an introvert by nature and hate those events, which force me to do small talk to people I don’t even really like in the first place. But I was constantly thinking about Saturday, as the reward for going through a gruelling week. It was only Sunday, and I was still six days away from it. Or so I thought, until I got a WhatsApp notification. -“Hey boy, tomorrow night.”

On Tuesday, I got a motel room and waited blindfolded and ass up. I posted on every site and app I use - BBRTS, Grindr, Sniffies, hell even Doublelist and Twitter. I started at lunch time and went until 5:00. Would have stayed later but I had an appointment to get to. What a day! My previous record was 10 loads in one day, but on Tuesday I smashed that with a new total of 15! It was such a rush every time a new, unfamiliar cock slid deep into my hole and released a big load. But the most memorable was #11, a guy who told me afterward that he's been hitting me up on Grindr for months and we just haven't been able to make it work so we could meet. When he first arrived, he didn't say anything. He might have been wearing shorts or sweats because I didn't even hear a zipper. But I knew I was in for a royal fucking when he started slapping his dick on my ass, then sliding the head up and down my slick crack. The head was huge so I took a few big hits from my brown bottle before I felt the tip stop at my well-used hole and begin to push in. It has been a LONG time since my insides were stretched that much. My hole is used enough at this point that most cocks slide in with relative ease, and if I want to give my top an extra thrill I can squeeze tight around his shaft, letting him feel the full luxury of my velvet grip. But with this guy, there was no squeezing. My hole was stretched to its utmost. This guy knew he was big, so he started slowly, inserting and then removing the tip. Slowly he worked it deeper, a little more with each gentle thrust until at last I felt his thighs against mine. He was balls-deep and it felt AMAZING. He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding out and in, gradually increasing the length of his strokes to let me get fully used to that giant piece of pipe. When he was confident that I was ready, he repositioned himself behind me and began an all-out assault on my hole. His hips slapped against my ass as he drove that cock deep into my guts, hitting my prostate with each thrust. I could feel the precum oozing from my own dick as he pounded me relentlessly, and I felt a wetness dripping down my balls as well. The assault on my hole continued for what seemed an eternity. I have never tapped out before but I was on the verge when he finally announced, "I'm gonna cum." I gritted my teeth and steeled myself for a few more thrusts as he gasped and went still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone else that day. At last he withdrew. I lay there motionless, recovering from the pounding I had taken. He quietly got dressed, thanked me, and headed for the door. Once it closed behind him I took the blindfold off and felt my ass. It was still gaped open and my balls were slick. Looking down at the sheets on the bed I realized that he dug me out - the other 10 loads I had taken had been forced out, running down my balls and onto the bed (and the carpet below). I had a brief respite, a period of about 15 minutes before anyone else showed up. When they did, I was rested and able to continue taking loads - 4 more before I finished my day. All in all, an epic day that I won't soon forget.

*Authors note: this fiction is inspired by some real events happened to us. Real: we enjoy writing and we are here _to_ write our HIV-related fiction. Real: we discussed if it was the case to publish our tales to Bz, the negative partner of us thought it was 100% failure. Real: our first attempt failed and story was deleted. It can happen. Real: a guy has said he's "a fan of ours" and sometimes we write to each others. Real: this story is written agreeing with the guy in question. ...You know who you are. FICTION: entering a post in order to intentionally cause infraction, the bet, stopping meds, gifting intentions and further, all this is pure fantasy. no one of us two has real intentions to stop meds or PrEP, or to disturb community with intentional harm, just enjoy fiction as it is! --- Part 1: the bet My partner and I love to write stories, and we found our tales as a way to flow our most intimate fantasies out. Especially for me, a mid 40s poz undetectable guy, as I feel like a caged animal. Every time I read about a real successful conversion on the Internet I simply get hard as a rock but I have too much respect for my neg buddy so I have never ran the risk of proposing him to plan his status upgrade by starting a meds holiday; anyway every reading, real or fiction, is a higher and higher turn on till sex life without poz talk has no meaning for both of us. “What about sharing our writings with a bigger public”, I proposed one day to him while he was upset seeing his own web site had zero visits for an entire week. “Internet is big and we may find people with our own tastes. Come on, we’ll try, I publish it now!” I showed him a community where fiction about consensual HIV infection was accepted; “here we have nothing to fear, I read lots of authors who even write much worse than us.” “But no one will understand our plots and intents”, he complained; “we also may be subject to infractions. You’ll see.” I was fed up of his negative thoughts, and shared the story with the community without hesitation. Who cares, time will tell. “Let’s place a bet”, he told me in the end; “if you’re right, you stop your meds. If I’m right, I stop my PrEP!” I just laughed at that, a joke is a joke and I was sure he’d never do something so incautiouss. “OK baby, deal. Bet placed!” At that point doubts started to overcome my rationality, almost I hoped to be wrong so I made my move: let’s go to the community and edit content in order to intentionally commit an infraction as I wanted to save my HIV treatment regimen… Nothing at all, after a while it was impossible to modify published material! What a pity, let’s wait for destiny. We went to bed and slept over it. The following morning, my partner picked his phone up from the charger and opened community’s web site: “your account has been suspended for 13 days. Nothing that can harm people is allowed here”. “Oh, damn, it’s for that sentence I wrote about the main character’s death”, I thought; “nothing too bad, failures are often good opportunities to grow up”. “What did I tell you”, he asked me. “You see I was right then!” I took his PrEP bottle in my hands and walked towards the toilet: “a bet is a bet”, I smiled. “what can we do with these pills, now?” “Don’t flush them”, he pleaded; “I stay off PrEP for 13 days till our account is enabled again then I’ll restart it when we share another tale. Do you agree?” “I’m game”, I said spanking his ass playfully. “But now, this fertile butt is just mine. No sex with others till you are on meds again! Understood?” He just nodded and closed the bottle in a drawer. Days passed quickly, we also took our time for a short vacation where we took the opportunity to improve our story then Friday 17th arrived: three, two, one, launch! New piece was shortly on line! Knowing his ass hole was unprotected turned me on like crazy but I managed to control my temptation to lock my meds in the same drawer he placed his; it was matter of time, I was aware of that, and in fact the new tale started to collect likes, hearts, thumbs up, and the unexpected message from a stranger in reply to our contribute: “Hello, I’m a big fan of yours, guys! Great story!” I looked at his older posts and found his first one: “I am a bug chaser and would like a connection with poz guys from my country”… and the second: “I believe in a chaser-gifter long term bond, the one who infects me should be present in my life afterwards”. Oh gosh, yes, interesting, we came from the same country! This guy is explicitly consenting to be infected, if it happens after all he wrote on Internet he cannot blame me at all! I want that connection too but who cares, I have my partner for now. I watched the fan’s profile information to see if he was compatible with my tastes; gifting could be a possibility, but he had to deserve it, learning to stay at his place! All that I read was a very, very good promise I had to admit it. “100% slave. 100% exhibitionist. 100% non-monogamist. 100% masochist. 4% vanilla. 0% owner. 0% master”… All what I needed to know! “Wow”, I thought. “If this is my biggest fan, he has first priority!” “So what the fuck do you do?” My partner asked, worried. “Are you going to stop your meds now? You remember, it was a bet! If it applies to me, it applies to you in the same way!” “I can’t”, I said. “If I stop my treatment it’s to gift you. This person may be a flake or whatever bad, so I’ll continue my therapy regularly.” Disappointed, my guy went upstairs to bed and I took my chance: extracting all pills from my meds and his PrEP bottle, I flushed them all. Now the bet is not over, it has just changed the challenge. Not if, or when it happens, but WHO is my first conversion!

In a public setting like getting picked up on the trail near me, at the gym, or in a bathroom, guys pretty never ask me if I've been fucked already. They just want to get their load off in me. They don't seem to mind if I do or don't have a load in me already. I used to get worried guys would be freaked out and would make sure I was clean and ready. Now I don't give a shit and leave their loads in me. As for topping, I don't care if they've already been bred or not. I just want to get off. If the little slut's already been bred I find it pretty hot I get to add mine. I'm more turned on a guy is taking me raw and letting me cum inside them.

only takes bare cock, the natural way

Part 53 - The Monthly Film Club By morning Alex woke up with Tom shifting and getting out of bed to sneak back to his room, he kissed them both and Max mumbled rolling over on to his stomach. Alex and Tom giggled, he was so tempted but he had to get showered and dressed. Saturday was set to be a busy day with the royal family attending the theatre for a new premier this evening. Tom left the room and bumped in to Mateo who has bringing coffee in. "Morning, how was your date?" Tom asked whilst rearranging his cock in his shorts. Mateo smiled "Nice, had a lovely time" he replied, "I think your night was good?" he asked. Tom smiled "Better than I expected" he replied. Mateo nodded "Tom. It not make things difficult with us?" he asked looking concerned. "Not at all Mateo. I really hope he is the one for you" Tom said kissing him on the cheek. Mateo smiled "I tell him I want sex with you sometimes" he added with a grin. "Oh! And what did he say?" Tom asked curiously. Mateo winked "He say as long as he can have you too" he replied. Tom smiled "Better take their coffee in Mateo. Alex is awake but I knackered Max out". Mateo chuckled and walked on "I bet you did!" he replied knocking on the door. "Morning Mateo" Alex said greeting him sitting up in bed. "Your royal highness, sir" he said bowing, "Good Morning" he replied having a quick gossip about his date. Max was awake by the time he left "They were asking after you again yesterday" Alex said. "Who was?" Max asked nursing his coffee in both hands with a smile on his face. "Everyone who I met" Alex responded, "They were really hoping you would have been there as well". Max chuckled and looked at him "Is that what you want?" he asked. Alex nodded "Will you think about it. I really like it when you are with me. The power team" he explained. Max smiled and kissed him "If that is what the prince commands then I shall obey" he replied. Alex glared at him "I am kidding Alex. You know I will always be at your side" Max said. "What is on your mind?" Alex suddenly asked looking at Max, "You look distracted". Max shrugged "The governor wants me to take on chairmanship of the MTA Club" he said. Alex screwed his face up "Oh dear!" he said, "Great tennis club and stadium" he added. Max now looked concerningly at him "What was the oh dear about?" he asked. "They try to make it international but it never succeeds" Alex replied looking worried, "Wrong people in charge". "Well I am good at getting sponsorship" Max said confidently and not put off, "I like tennis!". Alex laughed then stopped "Hang on, when did you see the governor?" he now asked. Max drank his coffee "Don't be so nosey" he replied, "I am quite important now" he said giggling. "Is that so!" Alex said smirking, "Put your cup down!" he said putting his down. "No" Max replied grinning, "Make me!". Alex shrugged then slowly slid under the duvet "Holy fuck!" Max exclaimed. The muffled voice of Alex under could just about be heard "I did warn you". He managed to put his cup down without spilling any coffee "Come on prince suck it!" he moaned. Max walked out of the shower drying himself with Alex sat there dressed watching him. He had the biggest smile on his face thanks to Alex and he walked over and kissed him passionately. "I love you Alex!" Max said in a very soppy voice to which Alex chuckled. "Good! I love you too" he replied, "Breakfast then ride out to find Gareth" Alex suggested. Max and Alex went out in the spring air horse riding around the grounds until they came across Gareth who was being driven around in the golf buggy by the king discussing changes to some of the gardens. Max dismounted clumsily as usual, he was still not use to getting off the horse and clung on for dear life giggling away whilst Alex pulled a flask of coffee out of the saddle pouch. Max retrieved the paper cups from his pouch and strolled over to them having an impromptu coffee break with the king and Gareth. By early evening the family were all ready and on their way through the palace to the two waiting royal cars, protection officers in tow they were all dressed in evening wear for the ballet premier of Swan Lake. Max was now co-patron of arts and culture along side the dowager queen and they were the guests of honour this evening. The dowager queen made no mistake in telling Max that he would take over as full patron eventually. Outside the theatre the news crews and press were all ready and waiting along with a substantial crowd hoping to get a glimpse of Max who since birthday celebration had not really been seen out and about with Alex in the capital. The cars turned off the plaza and drove along the street to the theatre to the cheering crowd that was waiting outside. The king and queens car behind the first royal car, as is tradition they arrive last. The door was opened by Franco and Alden stepped out followed by Alex then Max, the sound of the cheer went up a notch as Max appeared and he turned to wave. He took Alex's hand and crowed cheered louder. Last was the dowager queen who exited the car and was accompanied by Alden inside the theatre. The king and queen arrived, she like the dowager queen was dressed in a Joshua Franks designer gown, the news had been leaked earlier by the palace PR team reinforcing their royal connection to the designer. They waited outside the box for the king and queen then in reverse order of status they entered the box and the audience stood, finally the king and queen arrived and stood in front of their seats whilst the orchestra played the national anthem. When the orchestra finished the audience applauded as the royal guests took their seats and the performance began. By the end of the performance the dowager queen and Max were welcomed on the stage as patrons and presented with bouquets of flowers. This was followed by a meet and greet with the royal family for the ballet company that was premiering the newest principal soloists that had been promoted within the company. Jack had trained at the London Royal Ballet school he was just one of three promotions to soloist, and was excited to meet Prince Alexander and Max. At 23 years old Jack was ordinary in looks but it was this that made him somewhat sexier, he stood five feet eleven inches with brown hair and eyes. His physically trim body was highly tuned like an athlete and looked powerful yet elegant and graceful. Alex was following his brother in line shaking who was hands but paying no attention and making quick small talk. Liam standing a few meters away with his eye on the surrounds like all the other protection officers. Franco standing by Max as he met the principals first then moved down the line to Jack. "Your highness" Jack said bowing his head and glancing over his shoulder at Franco. Max chuckled and shook his hands "Just sir, I am not royal" he quipped, the response heard by the king who grinned. "Well done on your first performance as principal soloist" Max said letting him know he was up with the news. Jack smiled but his eyes were fixed over Max's shoulders "Thank you sir, it is indeed a privilege" he replied. "I assume we will see you at the patrons lunch tomorrow?" Max asked looking over his shoulder at Franco. Jack glanced at Max trying not to look at Franco "Oh, yes of course sir" he replied. They got to the end of the line and Max looked at Franco "What?" Franco asked quietly. Max stared at him "Nothing" he said smiling and walking off to join Alex. "It was nothing" Franco said moving quick to keep up with Max. Max grinned "Who said it was anything?" he asked stopping at Alex came over to them. "Not you as well!" Franco said seeing the cheesy grin on Alex's face. Alex looked over towards Jack who was still looking in their direction "I think he has the hots for you Franco". Franco went bright red "Oh yes!" Max said, "How come you haven't tried it on with me?" he asked looking annoyed. Franco glanced over his shoulder at Jack then back at them "You are both damaged goods, sloppy seconds!" he remarked. "For that you are going to pay" Alex said and Max nodded. "I need the bathroom" Max said and Franco had no choice but to follow. "Snog him for me" Alex said in to Max's ear causing him to laugh. Inside the bathroom Max turned to Franco "Don't start, I am not even sure" Franco protested. Max walked over to him "Sure of what?" he asked, "If you are gay or bi?" he questioned. Max put his arm around Franco and inched closer to him "Kiss me and tell me what it does" he said in a hushed tone. Franco looked nervous but he moved his head forward and lightly kissed Max on the mouth then pulled away. For a moment Max wondered if he was neither and indeed straight. Franco moved in again and repeated the kiss pulling away yet again looking very unsure and uneasy. Max felt it was the right time to test him and he pulled Franco closer and initiated the kiss, holding their lips together until he felt Franco responding gently then pulling away and laughing. "You wish!" Franco said pushing Max away, "Use the bathroom. If you really want to know I am bisexual" he said. Max came out of the cubicle "So come back to our bedroom and we can turn you gay" he said jokingly. Franco rubbed his hands down his face sighing "Certainly not, I can't handle both of you!" he said. Max walked over and kissed him on the cheek "Come on bodyguard, before people get suspicious". Alex watched Max and Franco come out of the bathroom and both acted very normally. Alex stifled a yawn and was glad that they could finally leave, Making their way out of the theatre the crowds were still gathered cheering and waving. "Wow they are still here" Max commented, "Should we at least say hello?" he asked looking at Alex. "I think we should. Alden?" Alex asked looking at his brother and protection officers who nodded. The king and queen stood by their car "Are you meeting the crowd?" the queen asked Alex. "Yes your majesty" Alex replied, "They have waited all evening. Max's idea" he said blaming him. The king and queen laughed "Then we do it as a family" the queen said. The crowd erupted as the entire royal family broke tradition and walked with their protection officers and police guards meeting the crowd. A stead hardy group that clearly had focus on Max appearing in public and wanting their photos taken with him and the prince kept shouting his name. The excitement of the crowd being acknowledged for their support was rewarded as they walked around, the media catching everything going on and getting some really good photos of Max and his prince charming together. Franco and Liam keeping a close watch, the king and queen also keeping an eye on the prince and Max. Then a louder cheer erupted with Alden joining the boys sending the cameras flashes in to overload. The three stood and waved at the crowd then returned to their car meeting up with the king, queen and dowager. Max bowed and suggested a group photo, Max got his phone out and held it up taking a selfie with the all the royals. The noise from the crowd now deafening in a the loudest cheer seeing them all together and a unique photo opportunity for everyone. In the quiet confines of their royal car Max immediately got a text from the king that was brief 'Well done!'. The royal cars began winding their back towards the plaza and boulevard to the palace. Mateo rolled off Tom on to his back panting heavily and smiling "They back soon" he said. Tom looked at the time "Shower and change" he said rolling on his back and patting Mateo's leg. They showered together quickly, dried and dressed in their uniforms ready for the prince and Max's return to the palace. Mateo fetched the bed time drinks that he had got them all hooked on in the suite, warm chocolate with a hint of chili, nothing that would burn your mouth, a simple small amount that gave the drink a little edge. Returning to the bedroom he saw Tom had turned down the bed and was now fluffing up the pillows, Mateo placed the two water glasses at each side of the bed then had a cheeky kiss just as the every one arrived back. The king and queen entered the family dining room for breakfast noticing they were first down, the kings ritual of having a coffee, reading the paper then eating breakfast was no different this morning. The front page of the paper adorned with a multitude of pictures from last night, the headline that the king read aloud 'Why We Love Our Royal Family' he said handing the paper over to the queen to look. She read the short piece under the headline 'The royal family attended the premier of the Swan Lake production last night. To the excitement of everyone who waited outside the theatre Max was also with the royal family. Those that stayed around outside until the end were provided with unexpected gratitude as the royal family didn't do the usual wave and get in their car. Oh no, not this royal family, instead they spent half an hour happily going around and thanking the crowd and providing exceptional photo opportunities. If anyone ever questions why Monrovian's love their royal family then let the pictures speak for themselves'. The queen looked at the several photos that were then continued on pages two, three and four. Alex and Max had one page to themselves. But it was two photos in particular that the paper had captured in a whimsical moment, Alden, Alex and Max together where Alden and Max had looked at each other smiling. The other was a picture of Max taking the selfie where it caught their faces in a family like shot, gone was all the royal stiffness usually associated with such pictures, instead it was shot catching them all enjoying themselves as a family. "The PR team had already requested that selfie Max took, they want to use it" the king said happily. The queen nodded "I think it is time for Max to take on more royal duties with Alex" she suggested. "Indeed" the king replied chuckling, "You can try and prise him away from mother and their work". The queen looked up and tutted "That is not fair!" she replied laughing as the doors opened. Alex and Max walked in and bowed "Your majesties" they both said in unison then taking their seats. The door opened again and the dowager queen walked in "Darling! Have you seen what you did!". They all looked at her as she swept formality aside then looked at the king who shrugged unsure what on earth she was going on about. "Front page, no four pages in the newspaper" she said going to Max and kissing him on the cheek. She looked at the rest "You lot did alright as well" the dowager queen added, "But Max here! Well!". "Have you finished mother?" the king asked as she sat down in her seat and nodded. Alex laughed "All they kept asking was when we were getting married!" he informed them all. The king kept suspiciously quiet and sipped his coffee "Soon I hope" the dowager queen said. Max seized the opportunity "Your majesties, after the Spain trip may I take Alex to Mauritius?". The queen was about to open her mouth before the king pipped her at the post "Yes" he said. "Well I suppose if the king says so!" the queen replied laughing, "After all his is the sovereign". "Excellent!" Alex said smiling, "Paying off that bet now?" he asked. Max nodded "Certainly. And we go to the same hotel" he replied. Alex sat back with a smile on his face "I will speak to Artem and sort it out" he said. Max shook his head "No, let me sort it out please" he replied, "I want to know how it is done". Alex nodded and the king spoke "When you return Max would you take on more royal engagements?". "Strange, we had that conversation the other day" Alex said to them all. "And?" the queen asked looking at them both. Max turned to the dowager queen "It will mean giving up a lot of my time doing my job with the collection". "I know Max, we can get an assistant to carry on the work. You will retain overall charge" she said. Max nodded "Good then it is settled" the king said, "I will obtain and annuity for you as well". Max was really okay about the change in direction and understood that he would eventually have to attend more engagements as their relationship progressed. Finally having caught Artem and sorted out the arrangements for Mauritius they secured the royal suite at the hotel. "What about you and the rest?" Max asked unsure if they should be coming. Artem looked at him "I don't know, only Alex and Liam went last year" he replied. "Do you want to come, put if that way?" Max asked sitting back and Mateo walked in. "Sir" Mateo said bowing his head in protocol. "Hi Mateo" Max said as he took his seat, "Fancy going to Mauritius?" Max asked. Mateo looked at him "What is it?" he asked back having never heard of it. Max explained telling him all about the island "If I am allowed to go then yes" Mateo replied. Artem nodded "If Mateo costs up for the us three to go and then save the money elsewhere" he said. "Is no problem, I sort" Mateo said. Artem made a call to the hotel and secured two rooms situated below the royal suite free of charge in return of posting some photos on the prince's social media page that was still gathering thousands of followers daily. Max was keeping secret the real reason for the trip, only Franco knew outside of the meeting he had with the king and governor premier and was sworn to secrecy like his life depended on it. Mateo tapped his watched indicating it was time for Max to change for the patrons lunch with the ballet company. The dowager queen and Max arrived at the formal dining room of the main palace where the forty members of the ballet company were all there ready. Max finding it difficult to spot Jack now he wasn't half naked in his ballet costume, he eventually found him as Franco had spotted him and was distracted staring at him. Max turned to Franco "Write your number down and I will give it to him" he suggested. "Stop interfering Max" Franco said anxiously, "Would you though?" he now asked. "Make up your mind Franco!" Max replied then walked over to take his seat for luncheon. As soon as it was over Max casually walked around chatting until he got to Jack "Hello again" Max said. "Sir" Jack said bowing his head, "I didn't ask the other night, did you enjoy the performance?" he asked. "Yes Jack, it was beautifully danced and even my protection officer thought you were sublime" Max replied. Jack grinned then looked at him "Is he.. you know?" he asked quietly. Max handed him the bit of paper "Call and find out" he simply said. Jack looked over at Franco who was standing with the dowager queen's protection officers trying to look all professional, he kept glancing at Jack who smiled and turned to talk to the other troupe members. With everything calming down movie night came around and the group was getting bigger and bigger every month. Mateo now took control of getting the food together whilst Tom sorted beverages out. Marty and Josh were first to arrive and Josh handed Mateo a small package with some t-shirts for him to wear now the weather was getting warmer. Mateo telling him off to stop giving him clothes but Josh stood their grinning then kissed him to shut him up. Marty stood there with an evil smirk in his face looking at Mateo. "You owe me!" Marty said putting his arm around Mateo's shoulder. "Me?" Mateo questioned, "I confused, for what?". "Kissing my boyfriend" Marty replied slipping his hand down below and copping a feel. Mateo chuckled "I kiss you. But I not get your whipping!" he replied looking at Marty and grinning. Marty rolled his eyes "You know?" he said, "Oi Prince Alexander, come here!" he shouted. Alex casually and slowly walked over "Call me that again and I will slap you!" he remarked. "What have you told Mateo?" Marty asked trying to look serious. Mateo chuckled "Is not Alex who tell me" he interjected, "Your highness got the whip as well?". Alex laughed and winked walking off "Okay you have one kiss" Mateo said to Marty. Marty moved in front "I will get you and break you in, you can be sure of that!" he said grinning. Mateo laughed and pulled him forward kissing him then letting him go and walking off, Marty stood there quietly stunned and smitten having finally got a proper kiss from him. Alden and Sam piled and laughing loudly bumping in to the wall, Alden had been to pick Sam up from Military school and he was staying in Alden's residency this weekend due to movie night. Sam straightened himself up and walked over bowing to Alex and Max addressing them in the correct protocol. "Cut it out" Max said, "Weird my brother bowing to me. And why am I only seeing you now?" he asked Sam tapped his nose "Mind your own business, Alden and I went bowling today with Nick". On cue the three protection officers appeared "Nick!" both Alex and Max said in unison seeing him. Walking in behind was Asa who came running over to Max hugging him "Your here!" Max said happily. "Yes just for a week" Asa replied, "Seems he can't live without me" he said referring to Nick. "The art school wants you permanently teaching between painting of course" Max said. "No work talk!" Alex said hugging Asa before he could bow, "Come meet Mateo" Alex said excitedly. "Knock, knock" Francis called out walking in with Jackson. Alex turned and smiled, he didn't care who was in the room and he went over being lifted up in Jackson's arms as they hugged. Francis wandering off since he had since Alex earlier that day, he went straight over to Marty and kissed him then Josh and finally wandered over to Alden and Sam. Being Alden's valet he knew Sam very well now and they had become good friends, mostly at Alden's expense but he loved it. Having some normality in life was what Alden had been missing for years and was now a completely different person and not so uptight about every single thing. The last two to arrive had both Tom and Mateo looking on patiently as they walked in, Hannes and Gareth arriving together. Being neighbours in Sovereign Row and having seen Gareth almost every weekend they had chatted a lot and Hannes had taken him several times to the household areas of the palace. Hannes walked straight over to Mateo and kissed him openly in front of everyone. Gareth had to cope with Sam shouting out Geraldine and running over to hug him, for the moment Tom smiled and sought the company of Marty and Josh. Franco walked over to Max and tapped him on the shoulder "Franco" Max said smiling. "I got an updated schedule today. Are you really taking us to Mauritius?" Franco asked. Max nodded "Wow, thank you Max that is amazing" Franco said beaming. "You will be working" Max added with a grin, "Sort of anyway" he said laughing. It was by far the biggest movie night they had hosted for friends and their personal staff, who ironically were like friends anyway. Slowly people began moving off, Franco going with Alden and Sam to play video games in Alden's residence, Jackson left with Francis becoming inseparable over the last few months. Mateo and Hannes disappeared off for a late night swim, Tom was knackered and headed off to his room and Gareth followed on a few meters behind with all the remaining eyes watching him to see if anything was going to happen with Tom. Tom turned hearing someone walking behind him "Night" he said partly holding his breath. Gareth walked past glancing at him "Good night" he said sorely tempted but holding out. "Is that it?" Tom asked as Gareth reached the doors leading out of the Regency suites. Gareth opened the door and looked back with a sexy grin "Oi! go on a date with me!" Tom called out. Gareth stopped and laughed "After I have had my very wicked way with you" he replied. "Was that a yes then?" Tom now asked slightly confused. "Yes" Gareth replied closing the door, "Text me, Max has my number" he said disappearing from view. Tom smiled entering his room knowing full well he had an erection just from talking to him. Back inside the lounge of the suite Josh moved sofas and squeezed in between Alex and Max smiling away. Marty stood and walked to Alex pulling him off the sofa and sweeping him over his shoulder with ease walking towards the bedroom. Alex looked at Max "Well it looks like I know what I am doing" he said giggling. Josh sat across Max's lap "So you an me then!" he said and Max frantically kissed him. Marty leaned over him catching him unprepared kissing him full on, no matter how many times they had sex he always found himself swept off in to another world. The bed moving brought him back from the kiss, Max now laid beside him with Josh undressing him. Max turned to look at Alex and moved his head closer their lips met in a long kiss. When they broke apart they were both naked, looking up they saw Marty and Josh naked and kissing, both very erect. They glanced at each other and smiled their eyes speaking their own language of love before they looked down at the bed with such mischievous grins on their faces that caused Alex and Max and giggle stupidly. Simultaneously they leaned up grabbing the cocks of Marty and Josh taking them by surprise. Usually Max was in control when it came to sex with Josh, tonight however, he sensed he was going to have play role reversal looking up in to the eyes staring down at him. Alex held the sheer hardness of Marty's cock, a familiarity of the dense and thick solid cock seemed to transfix him to move his mouth towards it. Opening his mouth and slipping it around and down then up several times. Marty gasped holding on to Josh's shoulder for support. Marty growled and pushed Alex backwards on to his back and climbed on the bed, only this time instead of instantly getting between Alex's legs he was straddled across grinning down. Marty shuffled up moving his cock ever closer to Alex's mouth. Alex moaned softly feeling the head of his cock tapping at his face and running over his mouth, licking his lips to moisten them Alex stuck his tongue out and washed it over the tip of Marty's cock. The foreskin already rolled back perfectly poised for him, he allowed the cock to rub against his lips before opening his mouth. This time his lips tenderly surrounded the head, gently exploring and now using his tongue swirling around. Marty moaned and thrusted forward forcing his cock in to Alex's mouth, he glanced at Josh and gave him a quick kiss then looked down smirking at the sight of this puppy begging for his treat. Marty sighed softly as feeling Alex's hand roaming across his body, with all the will in the world there was no way he could last, he had to fuck Alex and fuck him now. Moving backwards and getting between his legs he leaned over Alex, finally their lips caressed briefly then locked in to a hard deep kiss. Marty pulled him closer grabbing his legs and pulling them around his waist then adjusting his leg positions so they kept the prince's legs aloft around his waist. His cock poised at the hole was just where Marty liked it. Their lips still firmly sealed together in a passionate kiss allowed Alex's free hands to explore Marty's familiar body. Max was not so lucky, on grabbing Josh's cock he looked down at Max and chuckled then pushed him back on the bed 'I'm driving tonight' he said gripping hold of Max's hands and pushing them above his head. Using his legs he got between Max's legs pushing them apart to position himself and leaned forward. Max just looked at Josh 'Oh fuck' he said with excitement and trepidation, but also wondering what he had let himself in for. He knew Josh could be quite erratic and unpredictable at sex, never knowing how hard or soft he was going to go. Max giggled and gasped loudly as Josh bit and sucked on his nipples slowly edging upwards to his neck and chin until their lips met. Max took the lead and pushed his tongue in to Josh's mouth surprising him at the eagerness, locking their lips together they kissed nosily. His body wriggling on the bed powerless from Josh's dominance and strength, his feet caressing Josh's legs moving up and down. Josh waited until Max moved his legs upwards again and slipped his own under Max's holding them up. On cue Max clasped his legs around Josh's waist for a fraction of a moment, it was long enough for Josh to get him in to a full on missionary position. He felt the hold on his hands being gently released, Josh kissed him deeper then broke away looking down at him with the wickedest of smiles he had ever seen. They stared at each other then Max moaned softly feeling his hand rubbing against his hole quickly followed by another moan a little louder as Josh pushed the head of his cock inside swiftly. The discomfort quickly passed and Josh brushed his lips against Max's, his tongue running across them and delving in to his mouth. Josh's arm slipped behind his neck holding him in place he kissed deeper at the same time he eased his cock deep in to Max's arse. His moans stifled by the kiss, Josh took him balls deep. The first stifled moans caused Marty and Alex to look, they could see Max's hand almost clawing on his back and his legs pointing straight up in the air stretching then wriggling around Josh's waist in sexual gratification. Marty kissed Alex sweetly then jiggled his hips pushing against Alex until he felt the head of his cock open him up and giving him the right of passage. His back arched and he yelped softly still smiling between pain and pleasure feeling his arse expand accommodating Marty's cock. Marty kissed his neck several times then watched his face at the ecstasy in his eyes the more he pushed inside, his cock already leaking precum having wanted to fuck Alex all night. His final push and Alex arched his back again moaning feeling the last few inches glide inside. A tender kiss exchanged between them signalled the start, Marty began seamless undulating waves in his hips. His hands gripped tighter on to Marty's arms. Despite Marty hardly moving he could feel the deep soothing strokes deep in his body, sending erotic shivers up his spine causing his toes to curl in on themselves. He began to realise that Marty had somehow become very adept at sex and how to really pleasure in the most incredible way, no doubt this was Josh's doing. Almost in tune with each other Marty and Josh looked at each other then smiled looking and leaned over to kiss. Both boys under them wriggled and moaned in pleasure. Unquestionably Josh had more control over his body and orgasm, whereas Marty had none yet he could fuck numerous times in succession. He had demonstrated that the first time the four of them had sex. It was a subtle change but enough for Alex to feel, the undulating had moved to a steady deep pounding now. His hands now wrapped around Marty's neck holding him closer as they locked together in another kiss. Josh gently caressing in long deep strokes stopped and they both watched Marty do what he does best. He moved his legs up closer around the sides of Alex's arse getting better traction he began to hit home harder. Alex moaned very loudly in to his mouth, his arms clasping hard around his neck, his toes appearing to perform a dance of their own with each body shattering thrust that was being delivered with such loving force. The intensity of Alex's responsiveness sent a tremble through his body 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck!' Marty cried out, his balls twitched and his cock jumped pulsing hard. Marty bucked his hips hard several time growling like a bear and thrusting his hips down hard against Alex's arse. He moaned feeling the first volley of his ejaculation firing off, then the second, third, fourth. Holding Alex tightly his hips stopped bucking, his cock impaled deep inside. Panting against his neck he slowly gyrated his hips pushing the seed deeper in to the prince. Their bodies glistening from tiny beads of sweat laid perfectly still until they both regained some composure. Through the midst of it Alex had his own orgasm, when he had no idea, his mind and body had completely lost control. The animalistic nature of Alex and Marty had taken Josh and Max by surprise hearing them go at it like they had been possessed. Max leaned up and kissed Josh, they were both highly aroused by their primeval sexual act. Josh looked down at Max and grinned letting his hips pick up speed fucking Max deeper and harder but still with his tender soft edge that Josh was usually known for. Looking down at the sexy tattooed Max it was turning him on even more. When the quietness prevailed after Marty finished Josh could now concentrate on Max fully making him moan and watching him receiving pleasure. Max groaned and slapped Josh on the arse, he stared down and grinned 'Do that again I will fuck you even harder' he said between thrusts. Max chuckled then moaned louder as Josh released three mind blowing thrusts, his hands grabbing hold of Josh's butt cheeks grinning cheekily up at Josh then slapping both cheeks before grabbing hold of them again. Josh responded and began pounding him harder and faster, his moans were short gasps unable to keep up with the speed Josh exhibited. Suddenly changing tack he kneeled up holding Max's legs spreading them wide apart fucking him steadily 'I can't hold on much more' he said to Max 'Me neither' he replied grabbing his cock and masturbating himself in tune with the rhythm his arse was getting hit. Max raised his other hand and ran it across Josh's smooth chest tracing a line down to his naval and back up again. His back twisted a little 'Cumming' he whimpered like a school child shooting his load across his stomach and chest. Josh gripped his ankles holding them further apart, rolling his head back and using exaggerated fast long strokes almost pulling Max inside out. Letting out a deep moan in his chest his the orgasm firing off like a lightning bolt, his hands catching Max above the knees pulling his arse deep on to his cock and holding still. Max looked up and felt the warming sensation deep in his that seemed to grow with every pulse from his cock that rebounded against his anal wall. Josh looked down releasing Max's legs and collapsing forward kissing Max and wrapping their arms around each other enjoying their post sex after glow. Alex and Marty applauded at the excellent show. Marty was already poised waiting for his turn on both Josh and Max. The night was far from over and only ended after Marty had done his job having all three of them.

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.

Just got back from swapping loads with this hot 20 something white guy with the most amazing piercing blue eyes. He said he was new to town and hadn't been fucked in a while and was needing it bad. He hadn't even unboxed his stuff, was sweaty from the move, did it on his bare mattress on the floor. We were making out and getting down to it and he said he didn't have condoms and would it be cool to do it without. I said it was and he laughed as he said he was hoping I'd want to do it that way as he really wanted my loads. He had a nice defined body, fair amount of ink and a nice tight ass. Made a lot of noise taking me and was loudly begging for my load. Blasted my first one in him doing him doggy and he rolled over on his back to take the second load, his legs over my shoulders and me pounding his ass hard. Loved looking in those pretty eyes as I popped the second one in him. Straddled his cock and rode him to take his load and he shot a massive one inside me. He needed a breather after that and smoked a cigarette and had me suck him clean while he smoked. I gladly did it and then he fucked another load in me doggy style. After we finished he asked if I wanted to get a pizza or something to eat, but I said I needed to roll...didn't want it to get too clingy or needy but said I'd be up for hooking up again, and so we swapped digits. He said he didn't usually let guys cum inside him (sure...) and I fibbed and said I didn't but he was hot and I wanted it bad, to which he smiled. Left there not showering and not caring, with both his loads still inside me.

I generally take every cock but I would pass on anyone wearing a condom. I love taking raw cock in dark rooms because -nothing feels as good as my ass filled with cum and from as many different guys as possible -I like having some guy just shove his dick in me and not say a word knowing he doesn’t need to. No need to ask if he can fuck me, or status, or where to shoot. He just shoves his raw cock in a hole and fucks the way he wants and knows he can shoot his load wherever he chooses. -I like that it doesn’t waste time, it is all about taking the most loads in the shortest amount of time. -I like when a top tells me that he likes fucking holes that are used and filled with loads when he starts fucking me -I like that I don’t have to hide how much I love being a cum dump. And being so slutty in a turn on to any guy that fucks me instead of something to hide. -I like that I have no idea who has blown their load in me. Literally any guy could have fucked me and I have no idea. -I like that the only thing I think about is how much I love having my ass fucked at that moment...and enjoying everything about it. -I like being a bottom cum pig that will take any raw cock and never see a reason to turn down a load. And I like that I don’t feel like I need to hide what a take any load kind of bottom I am. If someone chooses to use condom they should but they should not be in a darkroom.

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."

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another short one, but since I'm still working on the last chapter it may get longer. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Part 1 Tom and I had been together for six years and had been living together for four. Both of us were in our early thirties (33 for me, 32 for him) and we complemented each other. He was the outgoing, social one and I was close to being an introvert. I stood in the back and observed and then jumped in when I felt comfortable. He was fashionable and kind of fit the smooth gym bunny stereotype and I was the slightly hairy, nerdy guy with glasses and a beard. I was in IT guy, after all. The sex was what made it really work. He was a bottom with a hot ass and some amazing muscle control. We both could get aggressive in bed, or wherever we were fucking, and he liked feeling my thick eight inches pounding into his ass until he got filled with my cum. I liked being on top and while I had bottomed a few times, I didn't really enjoy it. We opened our relationship a year ago after drooling over some other guys at the bar. I think the conversation went something like me asking Tom "You've been staring at that guy for the past hour. Do you want a free pass to go see if he wants your sexy butt?" and him replying "Only if you go find some hole to tap too." He went home with the guy and wandered back home about ten the next morning. I spent the rest of the night plunging my dick into four different guys in the restroom. The last one was our friend Dennis, the city's horniest ginger cub. The last time I fucked Dennis was right before I met Tom and once my dick was back into his ass all those memories came flooding back. "What's the deal? Did you two break up or finally open your relationship?" Dennis asked after we made our way back to the bar to order something to quench our thirst. "I think we're trying to see if we're ok screwing other guys and then going back home together" I replied. "Except he left with the other guy and you stayed here trying to fuck every slut that bent over in the bathroom" he said, winking at me. "I didn't hear you complain when my dick went back in your ass after all these years. How many loads did I sink my dick into? You were pretty fucking sloppy... I would have lasted longer if it didn't feel so good with all those stranger's loads in you" I replied. "Five and then yours for six. I hope that's not the last time that happens" Dennis said before giving me a quick kiss and going home. The next morning when Tom came home, we had some of the most amazing sex. That evening at dinner we both agreed that open was the way to go and that we'd tell each other if we found we were getting too attached to our other partners. Little did I know that wasn't going to be the problem. Getting attached was never a problem for me since, other than Dennis and Tom, I didn't really fuck the same guy more than a couple times. It was a big advantage of being a top around here, since there were so many bottoms. Sometimes we'd tell each other about our hookups and other times we didn't. I think it was the good ones we talked about more, but if one of us had tried something new we'd see if the other one might be into it too. One night Tom came back a lot sooner than I expected. It kind of pissed me off since I was still looking for some hole to drill. "What happened?" I asked. "Dude told me he was poz now, right as he shoved his dick in me. It killed the mood for me and I got dressed and left" Tom said. I shook my head and replied "He should have told you that before you got naked. Were you going to play safe?" I asked. We both preferred to fuck bareback and we did with guys we knew well, but otherwise covered up. Well, he did... I think. Guys like Dennis I knew were poz, but they were undetectable and I never hesitated to fuck him bare. Tom's friend Patrick was the same, undetectable and had filled Tom's ass numerous times. "We had fucked several times before and the last couple were bare, but he was neg then" Tom replied. "Maybe. When was your last hookup with him? Do you know when he converted?" I asked. "About a month ago was our last fuck. I didn't stick around to discuss how and when he got pozzed" Tom replied, sounding a little disgusted that we were even talking about it. "Not much time between your hookups, then. He might have been poz the last time you fucked. It's about time for our regular tests anyway. How about tomorrow?" I asked. Unfortunately, Tom's mood ended any thoughts that I could fuck and fill him with my own load. Worse, I didn't think I could leave him for a hookup that night either, so I went to bed horny as fuck. For the first time, Tom was nervous when we hit the clinic to get our blood tests done. He wasn't much fun to be around and an even worse fuck that night. Dennis was happy to fill in when I decided I didn't want to fuck my boyfriend until his attitude improved. I guessed that would be when he got the test results in a few days. Indeed, when the results came back negative for both of us, he was back to his old self. I wondered how long that was going to last. Six weeks later he was freaked out again. Another negative test result and then two months later there was another freak out. I told him he was being a drama queen, packed some things and walked out with my suitcase full of a weeks worth of clothes. A hundred messages came from him, begging me to come back. After a few days I told him to meet me at a cafe to talk.

Extra horny lately so I got a room at the Days Inn in Raleigh last night. Changed my profile to cumdump anon ass up face down with blindfold no load refused and posted the room number on grindr, sniffies, BBRT and Twitter and propped the door open. Ended up taking 10 anon loads then changed my prolfiles back and went to sleep around 2:30.Never saw a pic of most of the guys nor chatted. Then around 6am a guy on grindr messaged around 6am asking if I was still taking loads. His profile had no pic or age listed, just muscular and top. Said I was still going and 30 mins later he was mounting my ass and eventually dropped load #11 in me. Tried to upload pic of the guy fucking me this morning, but file size is too big. Pics are on my Twitter though.

As you have surely noticed, we have been provided a thread dedicated to LGBT Politics, in which thread this discussion is taking place. Interestingly, the owner has purposely included this area for exactly the exchange of views relating to politics, for which some of us are most grateful. Thus, if any member finds it disinteresting, spurious, not germane to his own particular interests, he can simply avoid reading it. I've done that with a couple of threads I don't care to read about, so perhaps it's something to consider. Those who are interested in the political discourse can engage, share ideas, and maybe increase their understanding, or at least learn to appreciate other men's viewpoints. No guy gets pissed off, no guy feels impugned, no guy gets defensive (and thus somewhat caustic), and we all get to enjoy that which we love most about BZ. Thank you.

The responses, as I pointed out, were not off-topic. When a person says "Anyone else into [this political type]?" it's impossible for the resulting discussion to ignore that, in fact, he asked about the appeal of a political type. To claim otherwise would be like someone asking "Anyone else into [choose one: Black/Asian/Hispanic/Middle Eastern] bros" and then insisting that he didn't mean anything ethnic, he just meant how that ethnicity stereotypically behaves.

I have gotten to where every now and then I'll sleep with mine in. The other night I took 4 loads then put the butt plug in and went to sleep. Next morning I pulled the plug out to shower and the loads from the night before all came out at once!

I believe this post got the reaction that was intended.

My 1st time I was parTing and during a pounding I was receiving he stopped moving then I felt a warm sensation in my belly then he pulled out and i felt this piss pouring of my of my hole. It felt surprisingly good. The bed was a mess after but we still played on. I now when getting get fuck ill tell the top to fill me. My 1st time drinking i was on my knees sucking a guy and he ask if I was thirsty i said yes didn't know what was coming and all of a sudden i got a mouth full. He yelled drink it as he held his dick tight to stop it. So i did I actually liked the taste. So i started to suck him and he released his dick and I drank it all. He started to get real hard then blew a big load in my mouth as i swallowed . Love to drink a top after heavy parTing.

In my room at the bathhouse I actually end up having a surprising number of non-fuck-related conversations, but for some reason I also tend to get a bizarrely high number of guys who wander in looking for directions, or because it’s their first time and they don’t know what to do, etc. It may have something to do with the fact that I always put a sign on my door that says Welcome - Cum On In! or because I just look like I have the friendly sort of ass you can talk to. Who knows? I’ll talk to anybody.

Ive always been curious but haven’t tried it until a few days ago. This guy hit me up on grindr and asked if i was into it. Told him it would be my first time but im down. He asked if he could piss in my ass and then eat it. I told him he could. I sucked him until he was ready to piss and he slid his bare cock in my hole and started to piss. His piss leaked out but he kept going. He then knelt down and started to eat my hole. He ate it till i was nice and wet from spit and piss and then he fucked his load into me. I cleaned him off and to my surprise he pissed in my mouth. Only a little. But this made my cock so hard. The taste is something to get used to for sure, but man did i feel like a whore.

Double Ender all the way in

The Hunter Biden laptop story isn't true, though. There's no actual laptop and no actual hard drive that was ever in the laptop. Instead there's a purported copy of the hard drive from Hunter Biden's laptop. There are also some purported emails that can be proven were at one point in Hunter Biden's email, but they're mostly spam. Then there's a whole bunch of crap that would be easily doctored. In right wing media sources that lie and manipulate their audiences, this is absolute proof, but those same media sources also keep lying about the election results. The country is in for a whole lot of shit when so many people are so easily manipulated. I don't even know if "manipulation" is the right word anymore. It's more that they only want fairytales that match their predetermined viewpoint. Anything that doesn't match it is thrown away as untrustworthy.

Apologies again, friends! This spring has gotten away from me completely, but I haven’t forgotten about this story and telling the tales of Paul and Blake and the friends they meet along their journey. I’ve been loving getting to read other stories on this sight and reading about others’ experiences in their POZ journey. Please always feel free to reach out and chat! I love hearing from people reading the story and also hearing more about what makes them tick. Hope you enjoy, and come back for more! I promise to return to the sex next chapter! Chapter Six: Showing Change Heading into the back of the shop was a shock — gone were the luxury appointments and subtle lighting. This room was huge! In the center was a tattooist station with medical grade lighting and gleaming equipment individually sealed in sterilized packs. Around the walls hung artistic photographs in neat black frames, each individually lighted showcasing piercings and tattoos. Apart from the light on each photo and the large surgical lighting over the tattoo station in the center, the room was dark. The floor was glossy and black, the walls painted black; even though the room was large it still somehow felt claustrophobic. “Right,” Aiden called to us, “who is up first?” While Aiden got situated on his chair, Blake nodded to me, “since Paul was the first, I think he needs to go up now. Chris, you’ll follow after.” Blake fixed me with a grin that I knew I would never forget — somehow both filled with lust and filled with love. Aiden pulled some crinkly examination paper over the large leather table and stared me down. “To get the package deal, you’re going to have to strip all the way down.” I hurriedly removed my clothes while Aiden set up a tray of ink, and a bunch of scary-looking surgical instruments. As I hopped up onto the bench, he looked at Blake and asked, “how far do you want to go? Does the boy get a say?” Blake looked at me and asked, “do you trust me?” We locked eyes and I simply responded, “absolutely.” Aiden grinned and told me to lay on my front. I settled in and was just starting to get comfortable when I felt Aiden grab my right foot with his gloved hand and bring it to a corner of the table. There was a quiet click as a padded cuff locked around my ankle and kept my leg from moving. Immediately the left leg followed with its own cuff and I felt exposed. My dick which had been hard since entering the shop and seeing Aiden for the first time began to leak between my abs and the table. Next came the sound of ripping tape as Aiden started spreading my glutes and exposing my hole to the air. I won’t lie, the warm breeze felt nice against my exposed flesh. Aiden began shuffling some metal implements around the back of the table. “Okay Paul, we are going to start with a piercing and a tattoo. I’m going to pierce you for a quiche first, then get started on the first tattoo.” First tattoo, I thought to myself. . . What did Blake have in store for me? As Aiden began to sterilize the flesh of my exposed taint he started to talk about piercing maintenance and how big he was going to go with the initial jewelry. “Nothing too large to start, but you’ll be able to stretch it with some piercing tapers in about six months. Now take in a deep breath when I say.” He gave the indication and I breathed in. A sharp pain struck me and I felt my balls immediately contract. There was a funny feeling of movement accompanied by the stinging sensation as the needle was loaded with jewelry and the jewelry was passed into my skin. In a moment, though, the whole experience was over. “We now move onto the hole tattoo. Blake, I believe you wanted him marked as toxic, correct?” I gave an involuntary shudder as Blake flashed me a grin and a thumbs up. Aiden started to apply the ink and I was lulled into a sense of calm as another man decided what was best for my now-diseased body. * * * * * Aiden worked through the whole night. Dawn was breaking over the horizon as we walked back to the car. I will admit that I was feeling sore all over. Because I have a future performing career, Blake didn’t want me to get any tattoos or piercings which might compromise my job prospects, but nevertheless gave me a full treatment. By the time my session was over I had gotten a quiche piercing, biohazard tattoo that you could see when you spread my cheeks, centering right on my hole, then was flipped over and given a Prince Albert piercing and had a beautifully detailed scorpion tattooed where my treasure trail had been, the tail extending down my dick to the stinger pointing right at my head. I had gotten two barbells placed in my nipples (which hurt like I couldn’t believe) and had my septum pierced. Because I didn’t want it to be visible, I was given a hidden metal bar to wear while it healed. Chris had a PA put on as well, but since Blake allowed Chris to make up his own mind about his mods, he opted for a biohazard tattoo on his pec over his heart. “It will always remind me that I will have this coursing through my veins forever,” he said when Aiden got to work. After we were all finished and getting cleaned up, Aiden turned to the three of us and said, “when you’re all healed up you need to come back. Each of my clients has fucked me or allowed me to fuck them.” Turning his back to us he explained, “each of these lines is from a person who I have modded, and they have all had sex with me.” Upon closer inspection I saw that the lines had different colors. Aiden told us, “the blue lines are from my topping jobs,” there were a smattering of blue lines on his back, “green lines are my bottoming experiences with a negative person,” there were maybe six or seven lines, “and the red are the poz loads I have taken so far.” The vast majority of the lines on his back were bright red. “You owe me a recharge, and I am honored to carry your strain, just as I hope you are honored by my work. I’ve taken over 1,200 loads in the last six years since I started this company, and I will continue to add marks to remember each of them until I die.” The experience left me insanely horny, but all options for relief were gone. I couldn’t even jerk off for a month while the PA healed, and Aiden said the anal tattoo should heal for 2-3 weeks before I started having sex again. Blake took this all in stride and said that he guessed I would just have to get used to opening my throat for him. I couldn’t wait to get more practical experience! Blake also treated himself to a fascinating mod while we were in Aiden’s shop, asking the artist to open the bottom of his dick head. The flesh now resembled an upside-down heart. As Aiden clamped the skin to stop the bleeding before cutting it open with a scalpel, Blake leaned over to me and said, “I want to give your tongue more access in there and maybe take one of your fingers inside the hole that infected you.” I could already tell that we were heading down the road to newer, exciting pastures.

PART SIX I'd been sucking them for about 10 or so minutes, and it was a weird thing to say, but my arse was so hungry. It needed to be fucked. "Can one of you fuck me please? My arse needs it so bad...." I pleaded. The two of them shared a knowing smile "Damn you're right, it is good stuff. You want a piece of this beautiful arse Jerome?" David asked, as I was sucking the pair of them. "Of course I do, but I wanna make sure you tear it up first," he replied. I wasn't sure what he meant but God, I needed it so much, it felt like my arse was on fire. The two of them both moved behind me and I could soon feel the metal from David's PA pressing against my hole. I moved back towards him eagerly and I could feel his cock slowly opening me up. "Mmmmm...not much I love seeing more than a bumped-up arse wanting a cock in it..." (Bumped-up? I wondered to myself) "Now do what that cock does best David." Jerome said. Within seconds, David started fucking my arse harder than he had before. It was such a mix of pleasure & pain as he was fucking me I wasn't sure if I was enjoying it...no, who am I kidding...I was being fucked, of course I was loving it! All I could do was moan as he worked my arse over, David pushing my cheeks wide as he fucked me. It felt incredible to be used in this way, I knew I was being used but I didn't mind, it was what I was made for. "That should be plenty" Jerome said, and David pulled out of me. David kept hold of my cheeks wide, and I could feel the air going into the gape of my arse. "Oh, looks like our little poof had his cherry popped again...let me get that" and Jerome scooped something (I guess David's precum?) that'd trickled out of my arse. I was gaping so much, it was probably bound to happen! "Now clean yourself up and take a seat, while I take this pussy." Jerome said to David. David grabbed a beer and started drinking and looking at his phone as he sat next to us. I was a bit surprised that he didn't seem to really care that his new boyfriend was about to be fucked by someone else but oh well. "Wow, what a beautiful gape" Jerome said and he started fucking me with some (three maybe?) fingers. "Nothing better than feeling a nice fresh hole before it's totally wrecked." His fingers did feel amazing but it wasn't what I needed. "Jerome, can you please fuck me?" I begged. My hole was feeling a bit sore & stretched but I wanted him in me anyway. "Of course my boy, I was just getting you & myself nice and ready." he replied, God his voice was so soothing. "You really love Daddy cock don't you boy?" I guessed I did, I hadn't really put it together but the thought of cocks of older guys older inside me was much more of a turnon. While I was thinking about that, Jerome pushed his cock deep inside me and it felt so good. "Oh yesssss...what a beautiful pussy you have" he groaned as he entered me. My groans matched his, it felt incredible. "Pussy......don't you mean arse?" I replied. "Sorry my boy, I forgot you're so new to this!" He laughed as he slowly began thrusting. "Poofs like us sometimes refer to our arseholes as our pussies, it's the only way we'll get knocked up after all!" I'd never thought of it that way, and the thought of getting knocked up by guys was such an appealing one. It was like he read my mind because shortly after he said, "In fact there's a few friends of mine that would love using a pussy like yours..." That sounded amazing! But I wanted to keep my cool, "Um...yeah...I'd love that....I can give you my number if you want to pass onto them if you want..." "Well, you can meet them all at once if you'd like. We're having a survivors party at my place later next week & you could be the guest of honour if you wanted. David's got my details anyway so he can let you know....." I looked over at my new boyfriend for his approval but he was still checking his phone & drinking what must've been his third beer while Jerome was fucking me. Time flies while you're having fun! "I'll do it!" I said, "It sounds like it'll be a blast." "If it all goes well, there'll be a few blasts!" Jerome laughed, .."And if all goes well, all of them knocking up that beautiful pussy of yours. Did you hear that David? Are you OK if my young friend here comes to my survivors party?" David looked up from his phone, "Not at all, I'm positive. And with any luck..." and the two of them started laughing. "Anyway, I gotta go & take a piss." "Don't be silly," Jerome replied. "If our guest of honour here's coming to my party, he'll need a taste of what he'll be getting up to. Why use a toilet when there's a perfectly good mouth here to piss into?" David smiled and moved over towards me. I was feeling a bit nervous having never tasted piss before (aside from the head of cocks when I was about to suck them) so I was worried how it'd go. "Don't you spill a drop mate," David said. "The dry-cleaning at Jerome's place is a bitch for the carpets so you'll be needing to swallow the lot." He rested his cock between my lips & within seconds, my mouth started to fill with warm piss. It was pretty watery thankfully after the beer and I was surprised to find it tasted kinda familiar. I've no idea how though. "Oh fuck, I love watching young piss sluts" Jerome moaned behind me as I was swallowing. He started pounding me harder and pushed against my arse as he came hard. I kept licking David's cock as Jerome pushed a couple of fingers into my arse, muttering something about "making sure it takes". I was hoping it took too, the idea of carrying part of Jerome inside me sounded great. Looking around, it was dark now! "Time's gotten away from us!" Jerome laughed, "Guess I'd better head home." "Nah, stay in the spare bedroom with Josh, he won't mind." "Only if it's OK with him," Jerome replied, rubbing my belly that'd been filled with cum from one end and piss from the other. I leant back, searching for his mouth with mine. I found it & started making out with this old guy, giving him his answer. END OF PART SIX

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.

Okay, this is the point in the story where I got up and pushed a shard up my own hole. Then with dad's fat cock poised right against his son's ass, I waited for it to hit. And this is great stuff -- both the tina and the story!

Hi guys thanks again for being patient with me. Its been a crazy stretch and it took me a little more time than usual to get this chapter going. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 10 I had no idea what Grant was talking about. But dad clearly did. "It's been a long time since I've been around that. It would definitely make things easier for you guys." I stood by them confused but my focus was mostly on the tv where the group scene was playing. I felt my dads hand on my back. "How about it Coop? You feeling good?" "Yeah dad I'm good." He could probably tell that the shower had sobered me up a little. It probably did the same for him. I looked at him and he looked like he was mullling something over. Like he could make a good decision and a dirty decision and he wasnt sure which one to take. But he was definitely sure. "We're just gonna make this a little more fun for everyone ok Coop?" "I trust you dad." Dad's face was lit up by a smile and it provoked the love of a son but also of someone who just wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside him until the end of time. "Youre gonna feel so fucking good son." Dad turned his attention from me to Grant who also looked like he was trying to decide whether he wanted to say what he was thinking. "The only possible problem is all our doses are the same so there isnt going to be a trial period or baby slam for our boy here." The subject of this conversation was still something I couldnt figure out but being in this room and having one man call me son and the other boy made me want them all to be my dads tonight. I couldnt help but slowly stroke my cock with that thought. "There we go. Our boy is up to it." Grant pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around me so that we were now both looking at dad. It made me hard to feel Grants body against mine even though it wasnt really in a sexual way. But I was aware that this was the first naked guy who pulled me into his body besides dad. "How many doses do you have?" Dads smile made it clear that he wasnt thinking about whether we were going to continue the night but how extreme it was going to be for the two of us. I didnt know what a slam was but I at least knew what direction things were heading. "Enough for all of us dont you worry" Grant smirked. "Lets get you guys comfortable." I started to move in the direction of the bed but Grant pulled me close to him again and led me to the sling. "We're actually going to put you in here. That ok?" I looked at dad and he just gave me the "it's fine" nod. I had seen enough porn to know what it meant for me to be placed in the sling. Grant angled the sling so I could get in more easily and then dad secured my feet into loops that kept them in place so that my legs would stay up. I noticed how exposed my hole suddenly became. i also saw that Luke and Dominic had gotten off the bed and were joining dad and Grant around the sling. I felt dads hand on my chest slowly guiding it up and down my torso. I looked up at him. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah I think so." He could tell I was sobering up and getting nervous at what I thought was about to happen. "Don't forget Coop. Im right here ok? Im not going anywhere. If its getting too intense just say the word and we are out of here. No questions asked. Ok?" "Yeah dad. Thanks." Dad leaned down and kissed me on the lips softly. "I'll keep you safe Coop" he whispered. While dad and I were having that private moment, Grant retrieved a leather case that he now had in his hand. As he unzipped it, he asked, "So who's going to be first?" I thought I knew what he was talking about. Who was going to be first to fuck me. But Luke's response made me rethink that. "Shouldn't the boy go first?" First in what? I thought. I didn't ask, just trying to see if someone might just end up saying it. Dad spoke next. "Why dont I go first? I want Coop to see that its fine and theres nothing to be worried about." "Can either of you two help out?" Grant was asking Luke and Dominic. Luke said yes and came closer to Grant who said to us all, "What if we did the boy right after his dad here?" He opened the case and pulled out a syringe. I dont know what I thought was in there but this was not it. Why would we need syringes? In my sobering up state, I was beginning to think that maybe it was a bad idea to come to this room. As if he had read my mind, dad leaned down to me again and whispered in my ear to reassure me. "Theyre gonna put one of the needles in me and youre going to watch me blast off Ill be so high. I want you to experience that pleasure. Im doing it first so you know its safe and also because Im hoping after you see my high you will want it too." I just nodded. None of this made any real sense yet but I trusted dad and if he said I would want a syringe in me after seeing him get one, I was going to watch carefully. Grant pulled out a band and followed that up with another both from the leather case. He handed one to Luke and both proceeded to tie them around dads and my arm. This was making me nervous and then I heard dad say, "I haven't done this in ages" which made me even more nervous. What if things changed since he did it last? What if these guys didnt do it right? What if this was just a trick and they were going to kill both of us with these needles? At the same time I was very curious about what was going to happen. I couldnt imagine being higher than we were tonight. And it was hot watching dad get high off the smoke. That memory from earlier in the night kept me quiet about my fears. I didnt have to wait long to find out. I wasnt paying attention to the needle as much as the way everyone was so quiet and focused on giving Grant the space and silence he needed to concentrate on getting it right. But then when dad ripped the band off his arm it was like everyone went unfrozen as dad raised his arm and his breathing got quick before he let out a couple of coughs. Collectively the rest of the guys reacted with a "Yeah" and "That's right" but I just kept watching dad in silence. At first I couldnt tell what was happening. Was this how he was supposed to react? And then he let out a long "Fuuuuuuck yeah that feels good" with his head tilted back and his hands feeling down his chest stomach and cock. As he stroked it I noticed that somehow it looked even bigger and thicker than before. Dad was leaking pre cum again. His focus looked like it was just on him and his pleasure. Like he wasnt even aware that we were in the room with him. He was just feeling good and he was doing what he could to make that even better. "You ready to feel that kid?" Luke whispered in my ear. I turned to him but didnt respond. Dads reaction was hot but I was still a little scared of the needle. Luke took my non-response as a yes apparently because he held my arm out and placed the tip of the needle at a vein. I was paralyzed or maybe I wanted to help him do it right. Either way I did everything to stay still. This time I watched the needle and didnt look away even when dad saw what was happening and said to Luke, "Yeah give Coop that slam. Get my son flying through the roof." Right as he said it, Luke was pushing the plunger down. As soon as it was all in, he pulled it out and then untied the band around my arm. "Raise your arm kid. Let it get into your system." I raised my arm like dad did and after a slight delay from the moment the band came off the warmth started to build from that arm down to the rest of my body. There was something in the back of my throat or my lungs that started a coughing fit like dads but much longer. I had trouble catching my breath but even in that panic I could feel the warmth just spreading and turning me hornier than i had ever been before. I was lost in my own world enjoying this feeling. It wasnt a high like before. It was just every inch of my body feeling like it was experiencing a pleasure it never had before. It was overwhelming and scary but it was so good that I also didnt want it to end. I got brought back to where I was when I heard Luke and Grant cough almost simultaneously. I looked around and saw them catching their high with Dominic doing his own on his arm. I knew they were hot when I first saw them but I noticed that I saw them differently now. I just didnt care what they looked like. As far as I was concerned they were just cocks and I was a hole that needed to be filled. Dad was standing right next to me his hard cock by my head. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. He looked like he had more control than when he first got the slam but his eyes looked totally different. I couldnt figure out what it was but it was like someone else was in my dads body and i could only tell from his eyes. "You feelng good son? I told you it would be good didnt I Coop?" "Yeah dad. Feels so good. Does it always make you super horny?" "Yes it does son. You need it dont you?" We both turned our attention to Dominic who at that moment was getting his high from the slam he just gave himself. I hadnt noticed that Luke and Grant were standing over me too with their eyes looking like dads. Soon Dominic made his way over too all with hard cocks and a look in their eye that said they could help me with what I need. "What do you say son?" I turned back to look up at dad. Grant reached down and cupped one hand around my balls and used his finger to reach further down and play with my hole. When he touched it I felt that electricity again and moaned. "Yeah boy. Whose cock do you want first?" Even as Grant touched me and asked me that question, I didnt turn from dad. "Dad will you fuck me again?" "You gonna let these other hot studs fuck you too son? I think theyve been patiently waiting for your tight hole." "Yeah dad. I want all of them." "Fuck son." He looked to the other guys. "That slam got that hole hungry huh?" I nodded. "Let's let these guys make you feel good first ok?" Yeah I was a little disappointed that I wasnt going to get my dads cock inside me again right then but what I needed was to be filled more than anything else and the three other hot hard cocks would do the trick I was sure. But first, dad moved down to my hole and looking at the three men standing around me said, "Let me make sure my sons hole is ready for you boys." I looked down towards him as he grabbed my cock and kneeled down to the ground. He stroked me slow and I could feel the effects of the slam in the throbbing of my cock as dad gripped it tighter. But my moan turned into something uncontrollable as I felt dads tongue softly tease my hole. The sensations that I had never felt before the first time dad rimmed me earlier in the night were nothing compared to what I was feeling this time. The slam made my hole my bodys pleasure center and everytime dads tongue made contact with it I felt like I was going to fly out of the sling. Nothing had ever felt like this and dad could tell probing his sons hole with his tongue as he gripped my cock even more tightly. My body was writhing and I could hear how my uncontrollable motions were creating the sounds of the chains that held the sling up that were mixed with the responses of the men who were watching. Whenever I was able to focus as dad tongue fucked me I saw how the look in the eyes of the other men were looking even darker, almost sinister. The look that said they wanted me and they would do whatever they needed to get me. Any other time I'd be scared but with the slam still coursing through my body it only made me want them more. The only thing I could think to want more than these men fucking me was dad fucking me. But I knew that was coming too so I was going to get my holes hunger fed either way. Dad ate my hole out driving me into a frenzied combination of horny high and needy that made me more and more desperate to be filled. I can only imagine what I must have looked like squirming as I was in that sling. Regardless, the cocks on the men only looked harder and thicker than I had remembered before we all got our slams. As much as I loved the feeling of dads mouth on my hole and his hand around my cock, I could almost feel myself getting impatient from the way the slam fixated my mind on finding satisfaction in just one way: a hard cock deep inside me. Finslly, dad stood back up saying to the other guys, "All right boys. My sons hole is ready. Whos going first?" I looked to the three men standing on either side of me not sure who I would choose if I was given the choice. The only solace I had was in knowing all three of them would get a turn. "Maybe our host should do the honors" dad said. "After all, none of us would be flying without your help tonight stud." Grant looked at dad and then at me, both of us nodding at him. That was all he needed as he stepped into the spot dad just took a step from. He hadnt let go of his hard and leaking cock, stroking it slowly now as we looked deeply into each others eyes. I took my cock into my hand now that dad was just going to watch. The touch of his wet and thick cock head against my hole made me shiver like his cock was triggering an aftershock at my hole from the slam. Pure pleasure that I realized I could only experience through the feeling of a cock pushing into me. He started pushing gently and slowly and then the look on his face changed to one that was a mix of surprise and want. "Fuck I can feel you sucking me in. So fucking hungry for my cock. So tight around me." Grant didnt speed up in response to my holes impatience. He was letting me feel every inch slowly like it was my job to memorize it taking his time. His cock felt thicker than dads and I could feel how it was widening me by stretching me out as he pushed in. "So fuckin hot watching your cock disappear into my son like that." Grant turned to dad and smiled."Yeah? You like watching me fuck your son? You like seeing this raw cock just get so deep into this boy you made?" It was the word raw that I heard most clearly. I had been terrified of what it meant not to practice safe sex. There were condoms in our room I'm sure there were condoms in this one. But the fear was not what that word provoked when Grant said it to dad. Now being as high and horny as I was that word only made things hotter. The thought that this mans cock was in me without a condom just bare skin opening me up again was for some reason so hot to me as I felt him pushing deeper. I stroked my cock harder and felt my hole squeeze itself around Grants cock. His eyes widened and a moan escaped him as he seemed to look deeper into me. It was a look that said he couldnt wait anymore and it was accompanied by a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of me for a second. But it also generated more waves of pleasure that became another early reminder that I was going to be a bottom forever. "Thats all of me boy." Grant said to me before turning to dad. "Im balls deep in your sons hole with my raw cock. So tight so good." He held his thickness inside me and I felt him flex up pressing against the walls of my hole forcing a moan out of me. This was another one of the moments in the life of a young 19 year old new to sex when I told myself I would never feel this good ever again.

No. I like my fat penis and. I pretty much have the best of both worlds now: a fat pony cock you can't miss and a stretched heavily sodomized asshole capable of taking way more size/depth than a real pussy, while it gives my body all the orgasmic pleasure of a pussy while still letting my masturbate my cock or have it in a guys ass while I'm getting my hole used. Penis first. Pussy second.

That's for sure !!! When my life-partner of 30 years was in his final days, fortunately he had me to run interference on his behalf. We had talked any number of times about the issue of doing everything possible, as opposed to letting go, and codified all the legal directives decades earlier. Yet, when it came down to it, I had to holler at some doctor who came running into his room when all the horns started honking, and first tell her to read the charts on the door. She paid not one instant's-worth of attention, so I hollered at her - in her face - to read what's in the charts hanging on the door. This doctor froze momentarily, jerked her head towards the door, and one of her little minions ran over there and got the clipboard holding all the documentation. All she said was "he will be passing shortly - these are your last moments together" - turned on her heel and stalked out. If I hadn't been there (sleeping in a lazy-boy in the middle of the night), he would have been forced to linger even longer. As far as I'm concerned, they can shove their Hippocratic Oath waaaaay up their asses.

I wouldn’t assume they’re all tweakers, or even using substances, doing something thoughtless. An exposure fetish involves a particular psychological framework, one that may be a more extreme manifestation of Exhibitionistic Disorder, a recognized paraphilia. The expressions of shame and conflicted self-worth and self-image we often see in these cases get combined with a drive for sexual gratification derived from exhibitionism, amplified by the adrenaline rush of high-risk, high-consequence actions. It’s a devil’s brew in the brain that can wear off with the speed of a passing orgasm, with nothing to fill in behind it but horror. Exhibitionistic Disorder is treatable.

Having been a regular at a couple of theaters like that, I can assure you that more than half of them are regulars as well. When confronted with 2 guys actually fucking most of them will turn around and leave the area. They may ask you about it later, but neither the show or the tell will get them to participate.

Currently letting the hair grow. i like how i feel smooth, but have a FB who likes it hairy, so here it it after having a hollow plug in for awhile, He loves it pussy like, so i made this for Him.

FYI, a vaccine against Hepatitis A has been available for more than two decades. Gay men are at particular risk, and we owe it to ourselves to get vaccinated.

Chapter 11 In the group scenes that I watched during my porn stroke sessions the bottom was always just treated like a faceless hole for tops to use just to get off. Its why those scenes never really got me off. My fantasies were about feeling connected even beyond just the physical. But tonight I understood. As Grant pushed his thick cock into me he was fulfilling a need that could only be met that way. The high made the physical the priority and all the other stuff was a distant second. I was ready to experience what those bottoms I saw in porn got. Just a bunch of tops jackhammering their way to their nut. But thats not what I was getting with Grant. If he was ever a jackhammer top he wasnt one tonight. He held his cock all the way deep rubbing his hands along my chest and stomach. "I have wanted to be inside you since the second I saw you in the hall. This is so much hotter than I thought it would be. Your tight hole wrapped around my raw cock while your dad watches." I glanced over at dad who was deep in his own bate watching us and looking like he was still very much enjoying his high. "So I'm gonna take my time with you boy. I know I've already built up a huge load but I wanna edge for as long as I can while I'm inside you." As he said this, he started shifting himself so that his cock pulled out a couple inches and pushed back balls deep. "Fuuuuuuck" was all I could get out. "Thats right boy. Youre gonna remember this night forever because you lost that cherry to your own dad. But we are all gonna make sure you dont forget how many other loads you take tonight." Dads dirty talking when he was fucking me turned that switch on in my brain that made saying these things out loud even hotter. So with Grant talking this way while he began to fuck me slowly there was no hesitation that I wanted him to keep it going. I looked up at him not sure what my face looked like when I was experiencing this still new pleasure. "Yeah that thick raw cock feels so good." Grants eyes widened hearing me speak that way to him. "Yeah boy. Fuck yeah you like that cock dont you?" "Yeah. Getting so deep. Cant wait for you to cum in me." "Aw fuck" Grants self-control was failing him as he sped up a little with every word I spoke. "Wanna feel you empty your balls in my 19 year old hole with my dad watching." I dont know where that came from and from the look on Grants face neither did he. But his thrusts got longer and harder as he pulled almost the entire length of his cock out of me before pushing it all the way in. "Fuck boy you got me close. Thats what you want isnt it? You want my massive load to mix with your own dads hot cum in you?" I moaned at that and as he picked up his pace even faster we somehow simultaneously both started chanting, "Yeah yeah yeah" over and over again. He was holding tightly to my hips now and I let go of my cock and reached up to hold the chains that held the sling up right by my head. I didnt want to cum yet knowing that I was in for more fucking right after Grant blew his load. The other men were joining in on the "Yeah"s and it became a chorus with me and Grant at the center, almost like there were more guys than there were when dad and I walked in. But all that mattered to me right then was getting Grant off and as we looked at each other as he pounded his cock into me I left the chant and shouted "Breed me!" and that was the trigger he needed for his release. He roared as I felt him press his body against my hole holding his cock all the way deep as if to hold himself steady while his spasms fought for control. This was a big long load that he shot I figured because he was convulsing and his body was jerking for longer than I had ever remembered cumming before. It looked so intense like dad did when he first felt the high of his slam. Like he was in his own world enjoying the pleasure and not thinking or maybe not even remembering that anyone else was around. I was learning that pleasure so good like that is as otherworldly as they made it look. Grant bent down and kissed me softly. He was totally out of breath and panting and he even had one more spasm that surprised him while we kissed. I laughed and said, "That is so hot." "You are hot boy. I hope thats not the last time we get to fuck." "Me too." He kissed me one last time and then stood upright. "I better let these guys get a turn in too." He smiled before his face turned to a mix of pleasure and concentration as he slowly pulled out of me. Before I could even thinkk about feeling empty, I heard "Oh fuck I'm about to cum." Without even processing those words I felt a cock thurst balls deep in me all at once taking my breath away. Once I got over that surprise I looked up to see one of the men dad and I talked to in the showers. "You want my cum?" he asked me "I'm not gonna last. Im gonna cum in you like your buddy just did." He was barely getting his words out. "Im gonna shoot my load in you son!" To that point I was just taking this mans cock. The shock held me for a moment that a person had just decided that he could fuck me without anyone saying it was ok and before Luke and Dominic had even gotten a chance to. But that melted away for some reason when he called me son and suddenly I was in. "Yeah dad cum in me! I want that cum dad!" It came out of my mouth like it was the most natural thing to say at that time but as soon as it did I looked over to dad to see if he heard it. He was still standing nearby and watching stroking that cock that looked like it just kept getting bigger. He looked at me and just nodded. He was into it and he was getting off on it. "Here it comes son!" He pounded his load into me not holding himself deep the way dad and Grant did but I could tell by his screams and the way his fucking lost any of its rhythm that he was cumming. That was three big loads and two of them got shot in me within what was probably just a couple minutes of each other.

There is an old joke about man showing up at the pearly gates and is greeted by St Peter. The man was asked why he was so late he had died a week ago, the man’s response was “ that’s ok I was in the ICU.” I’ve been doing this for 40+ years. We have palliative care now and one of my jobs is to bring that up to the team so we can discuss when it’s time for that. In critical care everyone deserves the maximum effort and we tend to be pretty good at that, we aren’t so good at knowing when to stop.

I love getting bred in darkrooms. I would never ask for the top(s) to wear a condom. The great thrill about the dark room in bending over and waiting for that anon bare cock to flood your ass with anon cum. I am a take all cock and all loads kinda of cumdump.

The photo speaks for itself. More please!

This is the best father-son story ever. The relationship between father and son is the perfect blend of naivety hunger/experience predation without losing the care.

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Since you freaks can't wait, I'll put in the 2nd part now. ------------------- Part 2 Rick led me down the narrow steps into the basement of the brownstone, still grasping my dick. I could smell a little mildew and the remains of a recently-burned cigar. The beige-carpeted floor seemed unusually stiff under my feet. To my great surprise, we encountered no cobwebs that basements are known for growing. Rick opened a door on his right, which led to an enclosed room with the furnace and water heater, and another door beyond them. Rick unlocked this door, finally releasing my throbbing cock (which was begging for release at the anticipated event). He went into the lightless room, flipped a switch on the wall, and it was suddenly illuminated in dark red. I could make out a sling, shelving on one wall with a variety of bottles that I assumed were either lube or alcohol, a large number of small identical cases that were probably porn DVDs, and an odd-looking chair in an opposite corner. The details of the room were not immediately clear to me, and the deep red of the lights confused my view. Rick closed the door, and ordered me to strip naked. As I did so, he stood silently against the wall and watched me. I gathered up my clothes, which he took and placed somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. “Hop in the sling,” Rick ordered. “I’ll be just a minute.” I did as he instructed, and climbed into the sling. The springs squeaked under my weight, and I began to put my feet through the holders. As I was doing this, Rick was doing something that I couldn’t clearly see, and I heard movement, but my activity with the feet kept me from focusing on whatever he was doing. I heard a drawer open, a little rustling, two sharp snaps, and the drawer closing. I had my feet elevated fairly quickly and awaited his return. I heard a metallic “click”, then the hiss of a torch. The sudden illumination allowed me to see that he was lighting not one but TWO thick cigars. He got the cherry burning in each, and the room was suddenly fragrant with the odor of sweet tobacco. Rick walked over to me and stuck one of the cigars in my mouth. “We’re going to blacken your lungs, faggot,” he said with a shift in his voice. I started to protest, “I don’t smoke, buddy,” but he stuck it in my mouth mid-sentence. “Trust me, you do now. You wanna be a poz pig like me? This is part of that. Optional, but much better if you give in to it. Let me know if it’s too strong for you.” I took a draw on the stick. The acrid taste of burning tobacco filled my mouth, and although I expected it to be akin to a mouthful of fire, it was not. Not one bit. Smooth and cool, and actually quite flavourful. It was clear I had no say in this matter, so I at least gave it a chance. I stuck the big thing in my jaw, and just got used to the feeling. I think I like a cock there better, but whatever. Rick walked to the shelf with the bottles and kept his back to me. I had correctly guessed they were lube bottles. He took one down, popped it open, and turned it upside down to pour into his hand. He might have been checking the thickness of the lube because he closed it loudly, put the bottle back on the shelf, wiped his hands, and got a different one. Rick opened the new bottle, poured some into his other hand, and closed the lid. “This’ll do.” He returned to the sling and placed the bottle in the holder. I tried to regulate my breathing, but between anxiety and the unexpected cigar, it resulted in a lot of loud exhalations. Rick noticed the gar burning in my jaw, and with annoyance, he said, “Hey, those are expensive. Smoke it right or die.” I took the burning rod in my hand and let instinct guide me on smoking it, though I had no idea what I was doing. Rick placed his own cigar in a nearby ashtray, and began to undress. His body was almost totally white as if he had never spent an hour in the sun in his life. The frame was just as I remembered - slender with no muscular development, and a bit of a paunch at the bottom of his abdomen. His dick was a sight to behold - a good eight or nine inches with no foreskin, average thickness, and curved slightly upward. I didn’t get a good look at his ballsack, but I remember they were not particularly droopy. A brown mole sat on the right side of his pelvis. And then I saw something new -- a small but unmistakable biohazard tattoo on the opposite side. Why had I not noticed it before? “Oh, right”, I thought to myself. “He was wearing a jockstrap that night in the bathhouse. The waistband probably covered it so it would be a surprise for anyone lucky enough to remove it.” Rick took the lube bottle in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he brought the bottle right to my butthole and squeezed it hard to get the lube inside me. He began to push hard on the bottle as well, and I felt the breach of plastic in my sphincter. “Ouch,” I said. “Take it easy.” “I thought I told you to smoke, fucker.” This guy had flipped a switch since we were upstairs. I was no longer with a trusted friend, but a guy bent on doing some damage to me for the fun of it. I found myself holding my breath a bit while this passed through my mind. Then Rick replaced the bottle in the holder, crossed the room again, and after wiping his hands, took up his cigar again. He pulled hard on it, and turned back to me. His nose jet resembled a dragon, ready to spit flame and fire at me. It was fucking hot. I was now more acclimated to the cigar, and the room began to get a little foggy. Rick returned to me, and bent over my waiting form in the sling. He got right in my face, and said, “This is your last warning. Are. You. Sure. Because when this train begins, there is no stopping it until you are bred.” Again with the doubt! I trusted him, and while I was enjoying the dominance he was displaying, his demeanour was not something I had mentally prepared for. My mind screamed, “Do not do this!” But I brushed it away, and all hope of reversing this scene was lost when I answered him, “I have to know. I want to be a poz pig.” He weighed my answer with no change of emotion or expression, and without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I winced in surprise, almost burning my chest with the lighted cigar. “Then welcome to hell,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re going to die today. But don’t forget - you asked for it!!”

Definitely when I'm in darkrooms like that it's my purpose to be fucked bare and bred, be seeded. Oink!

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 10 I felt roped into something I didn’t want to be doing, and before I knew it, it was Friday, date night. By the afternoon I wasn’t feeling much like meeting Brian, not because I didn’t want to go on the date with him. That was a given. It was because I was pretty certain the symptoms of my gono were kicking in. My ass was itching along with my balls, and it burned when I pissed. I didn’t have a discharge yet, but I was certain that would be along shortly. I wondered if I was going to start a sore throat too. The AIDS daddy was right about one thing….it was sweet to me. I realize most people would think I’m a bit twisted for being turned on by HIV and other STDs, but everyone has their fetishes, so more power to them I always say. Mine are just a bit on the taboo side. I couldn’t deny my turn ons and didn’t want to. I found myself boned up that I now had gono on top of HIV. I wondered if my HIV would mutate or if the AIDS daddy being full-blown would hit my immune system hard enough take me to AIDS status as well. The thought just made my cock even stiffer. Anyway, I felt like canceling my date, but I didn’t have Brian’s phone number, and thinking I’d probably cancel my date, even if my mom had it, I’m sure she would not give it to me. I text Zak. “I’ll be heading to my “date” in a few hours. I have a little added bonus too.” “Yeah? Flowers for your new boo?” “Yeah right….my heart is all pitter patter….” “Crabs?” “You wish, bitch!!” “A hump back?” “Do I need to bitch slap you?” “Ooh….I love when you take charge, babe.” “I’ll charge your ass up, bitch, cause I’m sure I have gono. I have some burning when I piss and my balls and ass are itchy. No discharge…..YET.” “Fuck….wish I was there. You need to share that with me, babe.” “I knew you would want it. LOL.” “I’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll take care of it this weekend, but you’re not starting antibiotics before giving me your seed.” “You got it.” “Well, if you decide to knock up Brian, he’ll be getting a little bonus.” “It’s a hot thought, but knocking up my mom’s neighbor?....I’m not going there.” “Well, play it by ear, and I want details, babe.” “LOL….I figured….see you tomorrow.” Being a prompt guy I reluctantly arrived for my “date” about 10 minutes early. Brian greeted me at the door and stepped outside to chat with me. “Hey, Isaac…..” I interrupted, “You can call me Zeek, Brian.” “Ok…..Zeek…….Um…..I guess it’s best to just say it. I already have a boyfriend.” I started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” “I have a boyfriend too.” He chuckled, “So how did this happen?” “I’ll tell you how…..we have two meddling mothers with selective hearing who don’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’.” “I didn’t even know you’re gay, Zeek. Not until my mom found out from your mom last week. Then suddenly we’re compatible simply because we’re both gay.” “Yeah, gotta love ‘em,” I said sarcastically. “You know I thought about canceling our date, but I didn’t know how to reach you. My boyfriend encouraged me to go anyway.” I again chuckled, “Well, same thing with my boyfriend.” After a pause of silence looking at each other awkwardly, we both laughed; relieved that we were both on the same page. “So, want to keep our moms guessing and go have a drink,” Brian asked? “Sure…I think they deserve a little pay back.” “Mind if I invite my boyfriend to join us? You can meet him.” “Not at all…..see if he’s free.” “What about yours? Think he could join us?.....A little double date so to speak?” “No, not tonight. He lives in Chicago.” “Well, maybe I can meet him another time.” “Sure….. So, is This is It Bar ok with you?” “That’s fine…..my boyfriend and I hang out there sometimes. One of the bartenders is cute too. I’ll message him and see if he can join us.” “Cool….sounds good.” Within a minute Brian’s phone lit up. “Well, that was fast,” I said. “Yeah, he’s a bit curious....(after checking his message) Ok, he’ll meet us there. Ready to go?” “Yep.” Brian and I sat at the bar tipping our beer when his boyfriend approached from behind me. “Ah, there he is.” Brian tapped my arm. “Zeek, this is my boyfriend, Ian. Ian, this is Zeek.” I turned around to see the blonde twink that Zak and I bred a few weeks ago. Ian’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened with fear. I played dumb, extended my hand and introduced myself, “Pleased to meet you, Ian.” He shook my hand, “Ah, H-Hi,” he stuttered….. “N-Nice to meet you.” I asked, “Would you like a drink, Ian?” He paused still holding onto my hand. “Are you alright, Ian? You look dumb founded,” Brian asked. Ian let go of my hand and grinned, “Ah, I’m fine. It’s just been a busy day.” He put his arm around Brian as if to reinforce once more that he was Brian’s boyfriend. “I’ll have a beer too,” he replied. I flagged down the bartender and bought Ian a beer. It was obvious that Brian had no clue that his boyfriend was cheating on him, and that he loved being bred Zak’s and my poz cum. Ian inquired, “So you two just met today?” “Well, we grew up across the street from each other. We hung out a little when we were young, but not a lot,” I replied. “Yeah, I didn’t even know Zeek was gay until our moms tried to set us up.” “So, find out anything interesting about each other,” Ian nervously inquired? “No, nothing much; just that we both have boyfriends now,” I said. “We mainly reminisced about our younger days growing up across from each other,” Brian added. “Oh, so you have a boyfriend too,” Ian “naively” asked? (Thinking to myself)….Yeah you remember him, don’t you. He planted his poz seed in you when we both fucked you a few weeks ago. But I just smiled and said, “Yeah, his name’s Zak.” Brian burst in and tapped my arm, “You know, I actually had a little crush on you, Zeek.” “You did?” I replied as my cock twitched at the thought of pozzing his ass too. “Yeah, it was when I was about 7, but I didn’t put two and two together that I’m gay until my teens.” “I had no idea,” I said. “It’s kind of why I distanced myself from you. I figured you were straight.” “That was about the time I was figuring out that I’m gay. I kind of figured you were straight too, so I just let it go.” “Boy did our gaydar suck.” We all laughed. “Wow…you two could have been each other’s first if you had stayed buds a little longer,” Ian said. “Yeah, probably, but I’m certainly no virgin anymore,” Brian said. I looked at Brian and grinned. “Ah, yeah….I’d say that’s long gone for me too.” “Been around the block a time or two, huh?” Ian added teasingly. “Ah, something like that….I’ll let your imagination run a bit wild with that,” I replied then gave Ian a corner eyed evil grin. After a few more drinks we were flirting and teasing each other quite a bit. I could tell Ian was in deep thought a little on the nervous side knowing I know his partner and also know he enjoyed taking our poz loads a few weeks ago. I teasingly added, “Hey, Ian, What kinky thoughts are going through that head of yours?” “Who, me?” he replied in an innocent tone. “Yes, you,” Brian said. “If you only knew,” he replied then chuckled. “I can imagine,” I flirtatiously added. Brian said, “Ooh, we can explore that later tonight.” “There you go, Ian. Let it out. Brian wants it……live on the wild side,” I said. I knew what thoughts were going through Ian’s head. I could tell by the twitching cock in his pants too. Ian excused himself to the bathroom. I assume to calm down his boned up cock over the poz thoughts dancing through his brain. Boy, If Brian only knew his boyfriend was turning into a chaser. I no sooner got home from dropping off Brian and my phone lit up. It was a text message. “Zeek, this is Ian.” “Hey Ian…..I see you kept my number.” “Yeah, I couldn’t toss your it out. That night with you and Zak scared me, but turned me on so much.” “I understand totally.” “Are you going to tell, Brian?” “Don’t worry, Ian. That’s your business. I find it hot that you’re cheating on Brian and turning into a chaser.” “This scares me.” “But you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Yeah, I do. It’s such a turn on. I tried to resist it.” “That desire never goes away, Ian. You can try to resist it or give in and let your desires run wild.” “I don’t think I can resist it anymore. I don’t think I want to either.” “It only grows stronger, Ian….believe me. You’ll want it more and more.” “How long have you been chasing?” “Not long…..I still chase poz, but I’m not neg anymore.” “You’re poz too?” “Yeah, you may have gotten a charged load from me that night after all. I got the fuck flu about a week later. I just have to go test to confirm it.” “Oh fuck!! I’m rock hard now.” “Figured that would turn you on.” “I’d love to take your load.” “Well, you’d be getting an added bonus if you do.” “What do you mean?” “Zak and I had a little celebration of my conversion at the bath house. Think I have gonorrhea so you may want to wait.” “Oh Fuck!!” “Fuck what?” “My cock is throbbing.” “Bones you too, huh?” “YES!! My cock is rock hard.” “Do you want my load?” “Yes!!” “Do you remember where I live?” “Yes!!” “Come on over.” 30 minutes later my doorbell rang. I opened the door already boned up. “Hi……come on in.” Ian was obviously fully erect from the bulge in his pants. He walked past me, and I closed the door. “Are you sure you want this?” “Yeah, I’m sure.” “You know you will probably poz if you aren’t already infected?” “I know. I don’t care.” “What about Brian? Do you want to poz him after you charge up?” “I don’t know. The thought turns me on, but…..” “Are you scared?” “Yes, but I’m so turned on.” Ian’s cock again throbbed in his jeans a few times. I walked up to him and rubbed my hand against his hard cock. Ian closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. “I’m going to fuck you and give you my toxic load.” Ian’s cock throbbed against my grip. “Fuck, yes!!” I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and dropped my jeans to the floor. I was going commando, so I kicked my jeans to the side and stood before Ian naked and rock hard. Poz precum already slicked the head of my cock. “Oh my God. You got a biohazard too.” “Get your clothes off so I can breed that hot ass.” Ian stripped naked then knelt before me and lapped up the toxic juice from my glans. He then slid my cock all the way into his mouth. I grabbed him by the back of the head. My cock throbbed and drooled sweet nectar down his throat as I slowly fucked his face. “Fuck….you want that poison, don’t you, pig?.....that’s it……lick it all up. Feel it sliding down your throat. You’re just like me, pig. You want me to infect you with my HIV and my gono, don’t you?” Ian mumbled with my cock buried in his throat, “Yes.” I pulled my cock from his mouth and noticed a small amount of discharge leaking from my piss hole. “See that, pig? That’s my gono sliding down your throat….you’re probably already infected with it. Now you need my poz seed in your ass.” “Fuckin sweet.” I pulled Ian to his feet and led him by the hand to my bedroom. “Get on the bed on all fours, pig.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers, and he anxiously put the bottle to his nostrils and inhaled deeply. I spit on Ian’s ass and again on my cock. As I lubed up my shaft with a few strokes of my hand I felt a burning through my piss hole and more gono oozed out. I wiped the gono from the head of my cock onto Ian’s puckered hole then pressed my shaft into his cunt. His hole resisted my prodding so I thrust harder and tore him open. His cunt lips engulfed my poisonous cock head along with my gono discharge. Ian shreaked in pain. “Just relax, pig. Take another hit. Feel the head of my shaft inside you? My toxic cock!!” He inhaled again….taking a deep hit, then flying high. I grabbed Ian’s hips and again thrust into him. He again tensed up in pain, milking more discharge from my venomous snake. My piss hole burned as my cock throbbed. “That’s it….take my diseases, pig. I’m almost all the way in.” I slammed into Ian’s cunt again with one swift thrust. “Fuck yes…You got it all, pig. I’m buried balls deep in your cunt.” Ian’s cunt again puckered around my rod. “Fuck that hurts so good,” he said while exhaling. “Enjoy the ride. Time to sew my demon seed into your gut.” I slowly withdrew my shaft keeping the tip of my cock buried inside. I again spit on my pole and felt his cunt wrapped tightly around my shaft as every inch slid into his tight cunt. “Oh my God….You feel so good. It’s like a velvet on my toxic meat.” I continually thrust all the way into Ian. He buried his head into the mattress then threw his head back and began meeting my thrusts, fucking himself on my tool. “Fuck, you want my babies in you, don’t you? My virus and gono are definitely in you. Feel my rod working my diseases into your gut?” “Fuck, I want this so much.” “I’m going to poz you, pig. I’m going to fire my HIV into your gut and infect you. You’re mine forever, pig. You’ll be poz in no time.” “Fuck, give it to me. Cum in me. I want to poz.” “You want to fuck your boyfriend, don’t you? Infect him too….give him my DNA and poz him.” “Oh, fuck, yes.” “I’m going to unload in you now, pig. Knock you up with my demon seed.” I began to thrust into Ian hard, and began to moan. My cock throbbed in his cunt. “There’s no turning back, pig. Feel me shooting in you? You’re getting all my toxic seed right now.” My body jerked, and I groaned from the burning discomfort down my piss hole as my gono and dirty cum fired off into his hole. “Yes….you’re getting all of me. Take it, pig…..Every bit of my DNA.” Ian stroked his shaft a few times…..it was all it took. “Oh fuck…..I’m going to shoot,” and he spewed his load across my bed sheets. I kept my cock buried in Ian’s cunt until it stopped throbbing then slid my shaft from his hole. Ian squat down on the bed and licked up his semen from my sheets. I worked my fingers into Ian’s cunt and massaged his guts with my fingernails. “Feel me scraping your cunt? Let my demon seed course through your blood.” I worked my babies into his gut with my fingers then flopped on the bed next to him. He curled up against me, pressing his sweaty body into mine. “Oh my God…. This is so fucking hot.” “Any fears, cause you will poz? You definitely have my gono too.” “I’m a little scared, but I can’t resist this anymore.” Ian lay in my arms panting. “Just let go and go with it….. enjoy the ride. If this turns you on that much you’re going to love my HIV and gono.” Ian dosed off in my arms for about 30 minutes then jumped awake. He quickly checked his phone. Brian was texting him while he was taking my toxic load. “Fuck, I better go,” he said. “Brian’s wondering where I am. I told him I fell asleep.” “Well, you did, you little pig….after you took my poz cum.” Ian’s cock again began to get hard as he pulled his jeans on. He gave me a kiss and pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Thanks again,” Ian said as he turned the doorknob “I have to get home.” “Let me know when you want more seed, pig.” He turned and grinned then slipped out the door. A minute later my phone lit up. “That was fucking hot….thanks again, Zeek. I want more.” “Anytime, pig….just let me know.” I crawled back into bed naked, stroking my cock. Boy did I have hot details for Zak. More to cum guys.....

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 9 Three more guys lined up and one by one they fired their seed into my used cunt. They called me slut, whore, and pig while pounding my used ass. Each time they degraded me, filled my ass, then turned and walked away my burning desire to be even more of a cum whore grew stronger. Several guys bent Zak over and filled him with their cum. One guy stuck around and fucked Zak twice bringing his load count to 6. I now had a gooey mixture of 10 loads of cum in my gut with one being a known charged load, and I only craved more. . I could no longer contain the quantity of cock juice mixed together in my ass. The last guy pulled his cock from my gaping hole. A glob of cum followed his dismount and splotched on the floor then dripped from my cunt lips. The feeling of all that hot seed running down my ass made my cock throb in excitement. I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder but then HE appeared in the doorway. It was the AIDS daddy. One look at his wasted body and my engorged cock boned up even more. The corners of his mouth curled up displaying an evil grin. “Well, surprise, surprise. So you’re the pig taking ALL loads. I told you I’d be back, boy. Ready to get started?!!” Still standing in the doorway he dropped his towel. I glanced at Zak’s reaction to the sight of the AIDS daddy’s monster, uncut cock hanging down and swaying slightly from side to side. Zak’s cock quickly began to lengthen and stiffen. The AIDS daddy’s foreskin hugged the head of his cock, exposing just the tip of his glans beyond its edges. “You want my dirty seed, pig boy?” I was mesmerized by the site of this beautifully wasted stud. My cock again pulsed fully erect. “Fuck, yes I want it.” “Are you sure, boy?” “Yes.” “Be careful what you wish for, boy. You may get more than what you bargained for.” The AIDS daddy stepped toward the back of the sling with my gaping cunt on display. I could tell the thought of shooting his seed in my cum-sloppy hole turned him on probably as much as it did me. His shaft was already almost fully erect and dripping charged precum. He took one look at my wet, sloppy hole and said, “Fucking hot!!” His cock stood at full attention in an instant and jumped, throbbed, and stiffened several times. A greenish yellow discharged oozed from his venomous piss hole. He groaned, and it was obvious this wasn’t just pleasure. It was a groan with underlying pain. My cock also twitched. I stared at his glans as the discharge oozed down the head of his infected beast. I looked directly into his eyes, and they were now gazing into mine. The sly expression on his face told me he knew I realized I’d be getting more than his AIDS laced semen. The AIDS daddy gave me no chance to say a word. He lined up his toxic gono cock and plowed into my sloppy cunt like a venomous cobra ready to strike. Zak knelt on the floor leaning back on his heels with his rock hard shaft standing straight in the air. I don’t think he realized that the AIDS daddy wasn’t just giving me his toxic load of cum. Zak watched the AIDS daddy thrust into my cunt. Zak continued to stroke his engorged meat and worked his fingers into his cum-filled hole. Zak was already dancing on the edge of shooting his poz load but backed off holding his cock still with a tight grip at the base. His cock pulsed and throbbed as a small trickle of precum and cum leaked from his piss hole and dripped from his PA ring. “Fuck yes,” I blurted out with no hesitation!! “Fucking infect me.” “You want my AIDS, don’t you, boy!!? I’m full blown, pig.” “Fuck yes….I need your DNA in me.” The AIDS daddy thrust in me hard. He again groaned with pain telling me he was spewing more gono from his diseased shaft. I was becoming a true whore….a vessel of diseases and loved every minute of it. Zak approached me and buried his tongue down my throat. He made out with me while the AIDS daddy plowed into my hungry cunt. As he repeatedly bottomed out in my guts, cum gushed from around his infected meat, and dripped from his balls forming a puddle on the floor at his feet. A small crowd of guys formed in the doorway of the sling room. Some stroked their cocks, and some just watched massaging their half hard dicks through their towels. While Zak was bent over making out with me a good-looking middle aged guy dropped his towel revealing a beautiful 8-9 inch veiny, hard cock. He approached Zak and rubbed the head of his shaft between Zak’s ass cheeks. He ground his cock against his hole a few times, then spit on his shaft and plowed into Zak’s used cunt. The AIDS daddy continued to slam his shaft into me while the middle aged guy rammed his cock full force into Zak’s gut. “Oh fuck, you pigs are such a turn on!!......fuck!! I won’t last long,” came from the middle aged guy. After a good five minutes thrusting into Zak the middle aged guy fired his load into Zak’s cunt, cracked him on the ass and pulled out. “Thanks you fucking pig,” he said, then grabbed his towel and disappeared into the crowd of guys at the doorway. Zak just grinned then continued to make out with me like a proud cum dump. AIDS daddy plowed on. “Oh my fucking God!! Your ass is so fucking hot. I love fucking a cum-filled slut. I know you want my AIDS you whore. You want all my diseases, don’t you, pig?” Hearing those words Zak immediately pulled his tongue from my mouth and looked at the AIDS daddy. He leaned against the wall with his hands wrapped around his pole and stroked his rock hard meat. “Fuck yes…..infect my boyfriend with your AIDS.” “You’ll get my AIDS babies pig along with a little bonus gift.” My cock stiffened, and I nodded my head in agreement, “Fucking hot!! Give me all your diseases.” “You got it pig. I’ve been spewing my gono in your cunt all along. You want all of it, don’t you pig? I’m going to give you my AIDS and my gono. You’re going to have one fucking hot diseased cunt, boy.” “Oh fuck,” Zak burst out as he edged his hard shaft. “What a turn on, babe.” My demons were growing stronger in me…..my desires growing more and more taboo. I was probably already infected with gono, and now about to add AIDS to the mix from this hot, wasted, full blown AIDS daddy. Would his AIDS mutate with my strain? My body was still stressed from my recent conversion. He got off on infecting guys and spreading his diseases. I wanted to be one of those guys. I wanted his gono, his AIDS, hoping it would mutate with my virus. I wanted my strain more resistant, more potent. I couldn’t deny it. It turned me on so much. “Fuck, yes. Give it to me. Give it all to me.” “Fuck, pig…..so fucking hot to share this with you, make you a diseased vessel like me.” Zak’s body glistened with sweat, his beard slick and wet. His hand was wrapped around his fully engorged meat, stroking slow, holding himself at the edge denying his balls release. The AIDS daddy was on a mission. He plowed into my cunt harder and harder determined to work his AIDS and gono into my system. He growled and groaned. I could tell he was again oozing his thick gono discharge into my hole. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” His muscles flexed tightening his grip on the sling chains. Beads of sweat ran down his body. His head swung back. His thrusts drove into me faster. He was on the verge of unloading his infected ball juice. He plunged into my gut three more times then buried his dick deep in my gut. “Fuck, you’re getting my AIDS fucker…..right now.” He let out a long, loud groan, and his shaft began to pulse over and over. With each wave of muscle contractions down his shaft I felt huge globs of AIDS laced cum and gono discharge hit my intestine walls. “Feel my infected babies in your cunt, boy? I haven’t unloaded in a week. Your ass is filled good with my AIDS and gono.” I was so boned up I felt my cock could erupt without even touch myself. Zak continued to edge his throbbing shaft preventing his balls from firing off their seed while holding the cum he acquired in his cunt. The AIDS daddy glided his shaft through the goop in my hole. With his cock still half erect he pulled it out of my cunt. It was coated with cum that dripped from his glans. A thick greenish glob oozed from his piss hole. He grasped his wet pole and worked more gono from the mouth of his shaft then slid his cock back into my gaping hole. “You need every drop of my diseases, pig.” The AIDS daddy again fucked my gaping cunt, working his diseases deeper into my gut. He thrust into me several times before pulling his softening cock from my hole. “Fucking sweet!! Enjoy my AIDS pig. You’ll love being knocked up with my gono too. The pain and discharge are so fucking sweet.” The AIDS daddy stood back from the sling still panting and sweating. I flipped my legs down out of the sling. As I lowered them to the floor I swung myself out of the sling, cum squirted from my gaping hole, still wide open like the legs of a busy prostitute. I was a little unsteady and weak in the knees from being in the sling for so long. The AIDS daddy tried to steady my balance, but I quickly found myself on my knees in front of his beautiful, uncut cock. I looked up at him gazing down at me and reached up to his chest and rubbed my hand across his sweaty, wasted body. The feel of his body made my cock stiffen even more. I longed to have a hot, AIDS wasted body like his. The AIDS daddy grasped my hand and pushed it down to his cock. “Take it in your hand pig and lick it clean, pig!” I grasped the base of his cock and slid my hand down his cum drenched shaft. A glob of gono discharge oozed from his piss hole and slid down his glans to the edge of his foreskin. My tongue met the head of the AIDS daddy’s cock, and I devoured the full length of his meat into my mouth. I sucked the cum and gono down my throat then licked his shaft and ball sack clean. He stood over me and pissed all over me as though he were marking his territory. I looked up at the AIDS daddy’s face then he spit on me. He said, “Thanks pig!!” I knelt on the floor drenched in piss with a major hard on and watched The AIDS daddy’s wasted body as he turned and walked out of the room. I got one last glimpse of his diseased cock dangling between his legs then he was gone. I felt used and slutty and immensely turned on by my dark desires growing inside me. Zak pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me with a caring touch. “That was so fucking hot, babe.” He gently kissed me on the cheek then slid his tongue across my face to my lips. “MMMM… I can taste him on your lips.” Zak held me in his arms and made out with me; long, deeply passionate kisses. His tongue danced with mine in an erotic exchange. My heart pounded in my chest, and my boned cock, firmly pressed against Zak’s biohaz tat, throbbed repeatedly. Zak demanded, “Make love to me, babe. I need you inside me.” Zak led me by the hand to the sling and swung himself into it. I lined my cock up with Zak’s used hole and slid into his cunt oh so slowly. My shaft glided into his cum-filled hole so smoothly. His cunt felt like velvet on every inch of my shaft. Each time I thrust into Zak’s waves of muscle contractions shot down my shaft then to my sloppy cunt, causing it to pucker. The mixture of diseased cum sloshed deeper into my gut with a small squirt of toxins trickling down my balls and legs with each plunge of my poisonous dick into my boyfriend’s hungry cunt. My balls ached for release. I knew it was too soon to infect Zak with my newly acquired gono and AIDS cum, but I knew he wanted them as much as I did. I could feel the mix of cum in his ass gush along my shaft with each thrust into his gut. “Fuck, Zak, I want to share these diseases with you so much.” “You will be, babe. I want them all. I love that we’re both full of cum, babe. It’s so hot sharing this moment with you.” “Fuck, feel my diseased cock in you; buried in your sloppy hole. I want to give you my poz cum.” “Fuck, you’re pushing me over the edge, babe. I’m so close to shooting my load.” “Me too, Zak. I can’t hold back any longer. You want my virus, my gono, don’t you?” “Fuck yes…..I want gono, AIDS, everything with you, babe.” I reached behind and buried two fingers in my sloppy cunt while thrusting into Zak. I pulled my fingers from my hole and smeared my mixture of toxic semen and gono onto Zak’s lips. He licked the seed from his lips before sucking my fingers clean. My balls tighetened and cock throbbed. “Fuck, you’re getting my diseases now. Take my dirty cum.” My cock shot its seed into the pool of cum in my boyfriend’s cunt, spilling juice from his hole before I could even pull out. At the same time Zak’s meat erupted into huge puddles of semen splattered across his abdomen and chest. I pulled my wet cock from Zak’s hole, knelt on the floor, and swirled my tongue around his cunt lips. A small trickle of cum slop oozed from his hole as he tightened his sloppy cunt. I lapped it up like a thirsty dog. It was the perfect ending to one totally slutty night celebrating my conversion. The following morning we met Charles for brunch. Over a round of bloody marys we shared the details of our night at the tubs. He told us of his night fucking a cute little twink in the bathroom at one of the gay bars and planting more of his seed in the guy’s eager hole. Another twink on his way to joining the club, no doubt. After brunch we all met at Zak’s shop for the final declaration of my new poz status. I thought about having my biohazard tattoo carved into my ass, but then quickly realized I wanted to be able to look down at it as I was taking cock and seeding holes. I decided to not have the same location for my tattoo as Zak, so I had him place mine on my right hip. It was final. I was now a marked proud, poz pig. Now I needed to confirm what we already knew, but figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and wait for the gono to kick in before testing for HIV at the clinic. My ink session turned into an erotic, toxic threesome swapping our charged loads with each other. I really liked Charles. He was not only extremely hot, but he was Zak’s daddy, and my brain secretly entertained the idea of Charles joining us in a triad relationship. We spent the afternoon flirting with Charles over cocktails while enjoying the eye candy. I hoped we would be seeing a lot more of him in the coming months. Before I knew it the afternoon was spent, and it was time for me to head home to Milwaukee. I was laid up in bed for a week with the fuck flu so it was time to get back into work mode. I swung open the front door to my home. I kicked my shoes off and picked up my phone to text Zak that I was home. Like clock-work before I could even enter a letter into the text box my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh Isaac, I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom, this is a mobile phone. I could be anywhere and still get the call.” “Oh,….. well are you home? I didn’t hear from you all week. Are you alright?” “Yes I’m home, and yes I’m alright, mom.” “Oh, good. You remember Betty across the street, Isaac?” “Yes mom. I know who Betty is.” (Thinking to myself) We only talk about her every time you call. “Well she’s quite distraught. She tried to set her son up on a date, and he told her to stop doing that because he’s gay. You remember Brian, don’t you?” “Oh no, Tell me you didn’t, mom.” “So I was thinking you’re gay and he’s gay.” “Mom, Oh please tell me you didn’t.” “And you’re single and he’s single…..” “Mom, I’m not single. I told you that.” “So I set you two up on a date.” “Mom!! You didn’t.” “Of course I did. Is it so bad for me to want you to be happy?” “Mom, I told you I’m not unhappy.” “Well you certainly seem unhappy.” “What gives you that idea?” “Well you never bring anyone home.” “That doesn’t mean I’m not happy. I’m not ready for that yet.” “Well, you can at least meet Brian.” “I told you I’m seeing someone.” “Well, then you could introduce him to someone.” (Thinking to myself) Well if he’s chasing I have something to introduce his ass to. “Mom, I’m not playing matchmaker.” “Why not?” “Mom!! You have to stop doing this!!” “Why, there’s no harm done?” “Oh yeah? Remember when you asked my former high school friend, Steve, if he wanted to take your gay son on a date because you saw him wearing a pink shirt and had both ears pierced so you thought he must be gay?” “You act like that was such a terrible mistake. Could have happened to anyone.” “Mom, you outed me to my entire school.” “Well how I was to know? He certainly looked gay.” “I’m not going on a date with him, mom.” “Your date is Friday night.” “Did you even hear a word I just said?” “You can pick him up at 7 at Betty’s.” “Mom, I told you I’m not going on a date with him.” “Now don’t be late, Isaac.” “Mom!! I told you…… “You can thank me later. I love you……click.” “Mom!! You didn’t just hang up on me…..fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!” I text Zak. “I’m home. Fabulous news. My mom called. She doesn’t listen. She knows I’m dating you. She set me up on a date with the neighbor’s son, and I told her no. She told me to thank her later then hung up on me. WTF??!!” “LOL….have fun. What night do you get to knock him up?” “Haha….funny!! Supposed to pick him up Friday night but it ain’t happenin.” “Oh come on…..he might be a cute chaser.” “I’m not knocking up the neighbor’s son.” “LOL….well I think you should go. It could be an interesting night. Besides…..I have tattoo appointments for Friday night. I’ll come to Milwaukee Saturday. You can tell me all about your date.” “Very funny……haha.” “What could it hurt? Take him out….show him the love.” “Fuck me!!” “Ok…..but it will have to wait till Saturday…..LOL.” “See you Saturday. I love you.” “Ditto, babe.” Next chapter ASAP guys.

Henry told me that now that Tony was awake I should plan on being royally fucked and used and he was so proud of me and how quickly I was learning to be his good little boy. John gave Tony the details of what happened so far. He also told Tony that he loved the feeling of my mouth and throat while I was crying and was conflicted because he wanted more of it but how do you make a friend cry. Tony told him that he learned long ago the pleasure of getting head from a crying/screaming boy and that while Bob/Bobby has been our little friend he was now going to be our fuck boy. As Henry and I were walking back to the room I heard Tony tell John that he'll make me cry hard real soon. I froze hearing that and Henry stopped and put his arms around me and told me he would enjoy to see me cry more and did I want him to have that pleasure. Inside I screamed no way but I told him I wanted to make him happy and he patted my bum and we walked into the room. Henry went and set up a bunch more lines and had me do two and then he gave Tony the straw telling him he needed to catch up. Tony snorted up three of them and handed me the straw telling me he wanted me to try to do two more. As coked up as I already was I knew that if I did more they were going to be able to do anything they wanted to me and I then did the other two. We went to sit down but Henry had me lie down on the sofa he was sitting on and he started to rub my back and legs and I cooed. The guys all talked about me as if I wasn't there which was weird but as Henry started to play with my boyhole I didn't care what they talked about. I only got fingered for a few moments as Henry told me to do two more lines and then come back. The earlier four lines hadn't even peaked and I was doing more and didn't know what would happen. When I laid back down Henry started fingering me right away which felt awesome. Over the next ten minutes I got the highest I've ever been from doing lines. Henry asked if I was OK and I couldn't even talk but was drooling instead and he then told Tony and John that I was ready for whatever they wanted to do. Tony said that we'll soon see how ready he is as he took me by the hand and led me not to the table where I had been fucked but instead back to the coke. He told me to do four more lines and I wanted to tell him no that I was already so high but I couldn't talk. Henry could tell I didn't want too and told me to do what uncle Tony says or he may hurt you really bad. I looked at Tony and saw a animal hunger on his face and he wasn't the same gentleman I knew. Having done the lines and watch both Tony and John do some I was led to a sofa where Tony sat in the middle and had John sit on the left and me laying on my belly on top of them. "Bobby you're going to lick uncle John's balls and I'm gonna finger you. You will not suck his cock nor will you hump to get more of my finger. I am a sadist boy and I want you to beg me to hit you. When you need that cock in your throat and mine in your boypussy you can tell me you're ready to be my little masochistic boy." That sounded OK because I knew I wouldn't beg to be hit. Soon though as I got higher and drooled more I wanted to sock cock so much and that single finger in my boyhole wasn't doing anything for me and I needed more. Knowing how close I was Tony poured some poppers on my briefs and held them to my nose and as they invaded my mind I told him to hurt me.