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19. Steven’s door was closed again when I arrived back upstairs, and Blake wasn’t sitting at his desk. I knocked on the door, and it was quickly opened just a little bit by Blake. Seeing it was me he grinned and opened the door the rest of the way. He was mostly dressed but his shirt was unbuttoned to just above his pants. I slipped in, and was immediately grabbed by Steven. He was completely naked and hard. He kissed me deep on the mouth as Blake closed the door and locked it. Their hands ran all over my body, quickly stripping me down to my underwear. Blake pushed me forward, I felt his hands grab the fabric covering my cheeks and pull. He ripped my underwear apart exposing my ass but leaving the front. I was now in little more than a jock. Blake stripped off all of his clothes then grabbed my hips to push me forward. He quickly worked the plug out of my hole and I felt cool air wash up into my exposed guts. Steven broke our kiss and sat in a chair against the wall. “Come sit on my cock.” I practically ran over and jumped on his cock, straddling his legs and sliding down on his cock in one go. He groaned as I bottomed out, “Fuck, this pussy is adapting so quick. You feel so fucking soft and perfect.” Blake pushed me forward, forcing my chest into Steven’s. He slid forward under me, changing out angle. Blake’s cock was then at my hole next to Steven’s. I took a deep breath and relaxed. Blake groaned, his cock slowly slipping into my hole right next to our boss’s. I gasped as Blake’s pubes pressed into my ass. The fuck that followed was merciless. The two of them pounded into me together, their cocks moving like one massive tool. I felt like Jell-O. My body had gone slack. I was just a rag doll for them to use. My hole felt beautifully stretched. Blake had his hands on my shoulders pushing harder and harder into me. Steven was pushing my hips back down on their cocks, keeping me trapped. They were grunting deep and low, and I was moaning like a whore. My cunt was a gaping mess. “Fuck boy, I’m going to fill you up again,” Steven grunted. “Breed my hole! Please give me another load.” “I’m going to cum too. His hole feels too good.” “You feel so fucking tight with both of these cocks in you.” “It’s the only way I can feel tight right now.” “We’re going to ruin your cunt.” “I think I’m already ruined.” “Oh no, you’re not yet.” “Oh fuck! I’m going to,” Blake roared, and stopped fucking me. His cock pulsed against Steven’s cock and his load pumped into me again. That pushed Steven over the edge and he started to twitch and spray his load into me too. For a long moment we all stayed there. I was practically shaking. Then slowly Blake pulled out. Steven held me in place, his cock still lodged in my cunt. I heard Blake in toy drawer again and then he was back behind me. He pulled Steven’s cock from my hole and I felt the cold wetness of a big toy being pushed into my hole. It felt longer than the plug, and fatter. It certainly had almost no taper to it. It felt like he had just shoved a coke can up my ass. I was panting. Smack! Blake slapped my ass. “Fuck, Steven he just took the 3 inch egg.” “Damn, wow. Ok. On the couch boy.” On unsteady legs I unmounted Steven’s lap and moved over to the couch. The plug pushed even deeper when I sat down and I let out a little gasp. They both stood in front of me, their cocks semi hard and shining with cum and ass juice. “I didn’t expect you to be able to take that today,” Steven said. “Your pussy just wants to be wrecked,” Blake added. “I guess it does, but now I have to think of some other things to do to you. We promised to send you home at the end of work with a completely wrecked pussy.” “Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” a wicked smile flashed across Blake’s face.

Part 6 "Who do you think knocked you up? Jerry can't since he's on meds. I decided if anyone was going to do it, it should be me. I know that sounds kind of selfish, but Dennis said it would bond us even closer" I replied. We talked while his cum soaked into my guts and I explained everything. "Don't blame Dennis, he may have suggested it, but I was the one who made it happen. I wanted to be the one and not some random stranger... or even a friend" I told him. He rolled us on our sides, spooning me with his arms wrapped around me tight, sobbing "Thank you" over and over until we fell asleep. People at work looked concerned when I got there, but my upbeat attitude told most that I was OK, and the few that inquired I told that things were great. They had noticed that I was distracted the previous few weeks after calling in sick for several days, which I had never done in the years I'd worked there. We went in on Saturday to get the numbers and a suggestion for treatment. Tom was told to avoid any sexual encounters and I was told to limit myself to safe sex regardless if the other person was poz. I'm pretty sure that the doctor knew I wasn't going to follow his instructions, much less his treatment plan. "So... what did you tell all those poz tops that wanted to breed you when you were convinced that you were still neg?" I asked, my dick firmly planted in his ass the next day. Tom chuckled. "One wants me to recharge him, two others offered to let me join them with the next chaser they found. The last was actually pissed" he said. "You were pretty intent on pozzing me when you thought I was neg. Are you going to find someone else to gift?" I asked. "No... I think I'm going to be a poz cum dump from now on. I'm not a great top and I like taking dick too much. Do you still want to be open or am I the only one to get your charged loads?" Tom asked. "I still think we should be open. The only time it was a problem was when you were trying not to get infected. That's not an issue any more and I love fucking you when there's a load inside you. What about you?" I asked. "Open, definitely. I promise not to go psycho again, unless I don't get any dick. Yours or someone else's" Tom said. "Good. I will guarantee two things, you'll keep getting my dick and you won't be the last guy I knock up... just the first" I told him. -- The first few weeks after Tom had joined club poz, we only had sex with each other. The vibe was like it was when we first met. Neither of us had realized that we'd slowly fallen into a rut when we fucked and both made comments to each other about how much better it was. When we finally went back at our usual bar we were the most popular guys around. It had been a couple months since we had gone out socially. We didn't need to buy a drink all night and there were guys I'd never talked to coming up telling us "congrats!" Word spread quickly and I know it wasn't from us. Some would dance around the topic until they'd ask if we were still toxic or had gone on meds right away. Most seemed to be happy we'd decided to wait a while. After a few nights at the bar I had almost twenty new contacts in my phone, all wanting to hookup some time and roll the dice. When there was a lull Tom turned to me and asked "Can I change my mind?" I laughed and said "No. There's no going back. Even if you could, I'd just knock you up again." Tom laughed and replied "That would be so fuckin cool, but that's not what I meant. I think I want to top some and not just be a cum dump. The more guys beg for my load, the more I want to do them." "That, you can change your mind about. I've got my first lined up for Monday, so you have at least that night free" I told him. He was so excited when I agreed I think he shot a spurt of cum into his jeans right then. I know there was a wet spot on them. When it got near to closing time, Tom headed to the bathroom to recycle some beer. I got another phone number from a guy who said he'd been chasing for almost a year. "All the poz guys I can find are undetectable" he groused. When Tom came back, there was a drip of cum on his cheek and I said "One guy didn't have very good aim" as I scooped it off his cheek and licked it up. "I'm lubed and ready for when we get home" Tom replied. This was our new sexual freedom. Sometimes we didn't wait to hookup, a quickie in the bathroom was just as good. The chaser on Monday was a fun time. He was a couple years older than me and muscled, but he moaned like a bitch when I rimmed him and squealed like a little pig when I pounded him. He begged for my bug filled load several times while I fucked his muscled ass. He got two loads planted in his hole and swallowed whatever he could lick off my dick after. He even wanted to meet the next day, but Thursday was the soonest I could make it. Tom was waiting for me when I got home, grinning and excited. "I hope yours was as fun as mine. It felt so good to shoot my charged load into his neg hole" Tom said. "Not as good as when I shot mine in yours" I replied. "Maybe. I think mine had second thoughts, though, but my dick stayed hard after I bred him the first time, so I kept going until I gave him a second load. We'll see if he wants to meet up again" Tom said. "The guy I just bred wanted to meet tomorrow, but I pushed him off til Thursday. Tomorrow I'm meeting Dennis to breed his ass for the first time since he knocked me up... Want to join in?" I asked. Tom smiled and replied "That would be fun." "Be sure to save up for the party on Saturday afternoon, but I'll invite him over instead of going to his place tomorrow" I told Tom. -- "Welcome to the club, stud. I wish we'd been the ones to knock you up, but I know Dennis is really happy to have done it. We should all can get together sometime and swap our strains" Tony said. We were sitting around Dennis' place, waiting on a chaser to show up. He flaked and Tom volunteered his ass to take all of the pent up loads. Everyone told him he was being greedy and with some encouragement from Rico and Tony, I ended up on all fours next to him. It was a new experience getting fucked next to my boyfriend, but we both enjoyed it. Tony and Rico were both bigger than Dennis and way bigger than Tom. They were both much better tops too. I knew I'd be hurting for a few days though. I got a load each from Rico and Tony, while Sean, Dennis and his nephew's buddy bred Tom. "You got a sweet ass for a top" Rico told me before adding "I hope that's not the last time I get to tap it." "Only after I get to recharge you and Tony" I replied. When we got home, Tom and I fucked for another couple hours, sucking and fucking until our balls were empty again. I fucked the cum out of him and then licked it off his chest and face. -- It had been a strange couple of months since Tom and I had converted. Our open relationship was working just like it had when we first tried it. We were meeting a lot of guys and having some great encounters with them before having some amazing sex together. Patrick and Dennis had introduced us to a lot of poz guys, some on meds and other that were, like us, not. While my attitude has always been pretty laid back regarding STDs - shit happens and deal with it - this was affecting me differently. Knowing that I was poz and viral had me looking at hookups in a whole new way. I was understanding Dennis' comments about the virus attacking me mentally. It just happened in reverse order than with Tom. The attraction I had to a guy had a new dimension to it based on his status. Negative bottoms not on PrEP were top priority, closely followed by unmedicated poz tops. Unmedicated poz bottoms were in the middle and the protected ones were last. Yeah, I found that I liked to bottom for guys that had a strong viral load to give me. I didn't say anything to Tom about it but one night I found myself bent over the urinal next to him at the bar, getting fucked. It turned him on and when we went home that night, he fucked me for the second time since he found out he had converted. He was much better than the other time he fucked me and I put it down to all the practice he'd been getting breeding chasers. "I take it Dennis isn't the only guy to fuck you lately" Tom said. "No... but since he's undetectable again, I've had to find some alternatives to get my fix" I replied. "If you keep bottoming, I might need to become a top to keep the universe in balance" Tom said, laughing afterwards.

I wanted to push my limits as a boy and try more kinky stuff, so i met a daddy online with loads of chems and a play room to push my limits. He was late 50s tall with a 9 inch cock, we start talking and arrange a meet, i knock his door really nervous i step inside and daddy grabs me and pins me down then slams me with a 1g needle of t, im instantly rushing tingling all over, he drags me to his playroom shuts the door then forcefully strips me naked then makes me snort 3 huge lines of c, then pulls his cock out and facefucks me till its hard. His cock is huge and so hard he pulls out my mouth then ties me up and says. " im gonna fuck ur hole now boy " " im a virgin your cocks to big i mumble" he laugh and pulls out another. 1g needle of t then injects it straight into my hole, im so high and helpless i can barely move, daddy gets on top of me and lines his cock up against my hole and says " boy im poz im gonna fill u withh my toxic load and make u my slave" Dontf i mumble please dont. He rams his cock deep inside me and starts thrusting me hard im moaning so loud he keeps fucking me harder and deeper, he keeps going presses his face against mine " boy im gonna abuse u take my toxic load " then shoots his load deep and floods my hole he pulls his cock out and watchs my hole drip his poz load. " good boy ur daddies boy now how are the chems " " i slurr there good im so high " Part 1

Yes many on one can be boring when you're not in the action. With a versatile orgy there's always loads going on for everyone!

Had a bit of a session at the local sauna the other night …i got myself in to a steam room with hairy ginger bloke …he was naked and his semi hard cock looked well tasty I was sucking him hard and getting my tongue under his foreskin …tasted great. another bloke joined us and I didn’t really take much notice Felt a hand on my bum and new bloke said “nice arse mate” then he’s got his face in my arse and is eating my hole …that was fucking hot and I look round to see a beefy bloke in his 20s/30s grin at me before he goes in for more Ginger says “mate don’t want cum yet” gets up to go After he’s gone the beefy lad said “get on your back on the bench mate” I do and he’s eating my hole ..balls and cock with my knees pushed up to my ears …he lets up to snog me for a bit and get 2 fingers inside me and is flicking his fingers on the right spot. he’s got a nice 6-7 inch cock nice curve to…. “Want me to use a Johnny ?” …”nah just fuck me” I said …”cool” and lines himself up ….he gets slowly balls deep …”oh mate that’s nice” …he fucks me on the bench for a good five min snogging me rubbing his hairy body against me…”oh going to cum in ya”…and he slams his cock hard in…and empties an good load in me” …”fuck mate I was going to wait till later”…he pulls out and leaves me with his jizz running down my arse. I get it together and leave the steam room and wander in to the showers to cool off a bit old bearded bear drying off …he’s bout my hight and twice as broad ..chest and his big round belly covered in white hair …and a serious cock on him soft at the mo with big balls…couple of tats on his chest and arms. Smile at him and he grins back at me..;grabbing his cock …I get on my knees and suck his flaccid dick till is getting hard …”want fucking son?” …I stand and we snog for a bit then he takes me in to one of the rooms and gets me on me back …his cock is a good 9” and thick ..big cock ring …snogging he fingers me “you been loaded already son?” I just nod “dirty fuck” …im grinding against his thigh and practically begging for it…lots me snogging and I'm biting his nip and he’s got a bar through it and a biohazard tat over it that I can make out through the hair …he gets me over his thighs …gently pushing my legs up and his wet cock is rubbing on my hole ….”want daddies dirty cock in you don’t you “ …I just pushed my bum down on his cock…took a deep breath as he went slowly balls deep and fucked me slowly for a good while stopping to snog me (loved the beard) then he went in hard fucking me faster….calling me a dirty boy 🙂 I started to cum and he’s saying “good lad take daddies load” and flooded my hole…grinding me till he started to soften …”clean daddies cock” so I did

Part 2: Will Accepts Dominic's Offer Two days went by before I receive an email from Dominic. During that time, I’d almost forgotten about him and the dream. I’d swung by my office after a late-day workout session at the gym and found the email waiting for me. “Hey, Pastor Ryder, thanks for emailing me back. I’m free to meet Friday after work if that works for you. I can be there around 4. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I feel like we had a good connection on Sunday. Email me back if Friday at 4 works. Thanks, Dom.” As I read the email, I was suddenly aware of how sweaty I was. I sweat easily, and the hair on my chest and in my armpits always collected odor if I wasn’t careful. My roommate in college complained about my laundry smelling. I never took any notice. Now, however, I was suddenly very aware of my own stink. I lifted my arm and turned my head, smelling my armpit. It was a ripe smell. I started to lower my arm when, instead, I lifted it back up and moved my face closer, taking in a big whiff. Ripe had never smelled this good before. It made my head spin. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and ran it along the sweaty-drenched hairs, tasting myself. It was salty and a bit bitter, but I liked it. It tasted strong, and I wanted more. A knock on the door pulled me from my exploration, causing me to nearly jump out of my chair. I made sure I was collected before I said, “Come in.” It was Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. Just checking in. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you had anymore of those dreams?” I shook my head. “Good. You look like you’ve just run a marathon. You’ll want to light a candle in here.” “I’ll do that.” I couldn’t tell, but, for a moment, I could have sworn I saw Pastor Kline inhale deep, a smile turning his mouth for a second. “Did you email that visitor?” “I did. We’re meeting tomorrow.” “That’s great news, Will. Well, I’m on my way home. My wife is making a meatloaf again. You’re free to join us if you want.” “Thanks, Mark, but I’ve got leftovers I need to take care of tonight. Some other time.” Pastor Kline left, leaving me to respond to the email. “Hey, Dominic. Friday works fine. Meet me at my office. Thanks, Pastor Will Ryder.” I went home and showered, relishing the feeling of the warm water. As I soaped up, I made sure to clean thoroughly around my balls, cock, and butt crack. As I cleaned, reaching my butthole, I found my cock shooting to life, standing at attention. I jumped, surprised by this never-before-felt feeling. I tried again, finding my cock growing and my balls pulling up to my body. Forgetting the bar of soap, I reached my hand back and ran a finger along the hole. A tingling sensation ran throughout my body, making my knees weak. I moved my finger in little circles, falling against the wall as I struggled to breathe from the waves of pleasure. I pressed against my hole, moving in rhythm, my body nearly shaking from the sensation. I increased pressure, pushing harder, until my finger slipped and entered inside. “Ah,” I gasped, removing my finger and wincing at the pain. I looked at my finger and found a small trace of blood near my nail. I must have cut myself. As the water ran down and mixed with the soap, I felt the stinging. There’s no way of putting a bandage down there, I thought, turning off the water once I was rinsed off. Even with the pain, I found my cock still hard. I considered jerking off but decided against it. I was too tired and had work to do. I was preaching Sunday and needed to be as prepared as possible. I’d lost track of time by 4 on Friday. I was nearly finished with my sermon when a knock on the door pulled my attention. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dominic stuck his head inside. “Pastor Ryder.” “Dominic Moore,” I said, standing up and reaching out a hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” he said, entering my office and shaking. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” he said, smiling and taking a seat. He was wearing another black t-shirt, this time with a design on the chest of a skull with gems for eyes and the words “Dark Soul Tattoos” beneath. “I’ve heard of that place,” I said, pointing at his shirt. “I’ve never gone.” “I own the place,” he said. “You’re a tattoo artist.” “Nearly twenty years now,” he said. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” I smiled. “I’m twenty-nine,” I told him. “Still young,” he said. For a brief moment, there was a look in his eyes which reminded me of the look I had seen in my dream. There was a ferocity, as if whatever was on his mind he wanted and was determined to get. “So, tell me about yourself,” I said. “I know you’re a tattoo artist. What else? Are you married?” “I’m not the married type,” he said. “I’ve had temporary partners, but none that last long. How about you? Are you married?” “I’m not,” I told him, holding up my left hand and showing the lack of a wedding ring. “I thought religious people were supposed to marry young so they could start fucking their brains out and popping out kids.” “Oh,” I said, taken back by his language. “Many do marry young and start families soon after. For myself, I just haven’t found the right person yet.” “I bet you’re close,” Dominic said. “Closer than you think.” I nodded. “I like to think so. So, tell me more about yourself.” "Like what?" "I don't know. Life philosophy?" Dominic laughed. “When I was younger, I tried to make good choices, but I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, destined to fall. After a while, I stopped trying. I found making bad choices felt more freeing. I liked living by my own rules, not worrying about my choices.” “And what about now?” “I’m not sure,” he said. “I think something is bringing me here.” I sat quietly, staring at him. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said. “I think you're meant to help me.” “Oh, right. Yes. Of course. I don’t doubt that for a second.” My eyes searched his arms, taking note of his different tattoos. There was a skull covered in barbed wire on his left arm along with a scorpion and a date. “Are you a Scorpio?” I asked. Dominic looked down at his left arm and smiled. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdates aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” he said. “That date is for something else. I looked over to his right arm where there were several tattoos I couldn’t make out, except for markings along the inside of his forearm. “Are those tally marks?” He looked to his other arm and smiled, running his left hand along the tattoo. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” he said. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” I tried counting them. “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” he said. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon.” He smiled at me, the same ferocity from before filling his eyes. “Yeah. I think I will.” Sunday came, and as everyone left the sanctuary, I saw Dominic still in his seat, Pastor Kline hovering over him. I felt a concern growing and quickly jumped in. “How is everyone doing?" “Good,” Dominic said. “You’re a good speaker. Most times when I hear people speak, I get headaches after too long. That didn’t happen today.” “Will is a special man,” Pastor Kline said. “I knew that from the first moment I met him. Well, I won't take anymore of your time. I'll talk to you soon.” He shook Dominic’s hand, holding on for several seconds before letting go. Domonic waited until Pastor Kline was out of earshot to say, “Thanks for the save. He was getting a bit chummy.” “He’s a friendly guy,” I told him. “He’s like a second father.” Domonic raised a brow. “Interesting,” he said. “What is?” “Nothing,” he said. “Anyways, I wanted to thank you for speaking to me on Friday.” “It’s no problem,” I told him. “That’s what we’re here for. Anytime you need to talk. Myself, Pastor Kline, or Pastor Matthews are at your disposal.” “Good to know,” he said. “Look, I wanted to thank you for seeing me Friday. I hoped you’d take me up on coming over to my place for dinner tonight.” “Oh,” I said, surprised by the offer. “If you already have plans,” he said, “I’ll understand. I just wanted to talk some more. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll have drinks and food. Do you like steak?” “I do,” I said. “So, what do you think?” I glanced out at the lobby and saw Mrs. Peters eyeing me, Rachel standing behind her. I could tell that they weren’t happy to see me talking with someone who looked like Domonic. “That would be great. Thank you.” “Awesome,” he said. “Here, put your number into my phone, and I’ll text you the address.” I typed in my number and started to add my name when he stopped me. “Don’t worry. I’ll add that later. I’ll see you tonight.” “See you then,” I said, watching as he left the sanctuary. I was not the only one watching as he left, but I was sure I was the only one struggling to hide a boner.

I have mentioned before that I am dating a much younger guy long-distance. He's a cute twink with long ginger hair and 8x6 cut. He's planning to move down here in about 6 weeks, so I am very stoked about that. Anyway, he took a week of vacation and came to visit last week. In the seven days he was here, he gave me 30 loads in my ass, 1 in my mouth, and 2 all over my face because he had never tried that before. I am pretty sure he has fucked me harder than any man ever has before.

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.

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.

Don’t panic, I am here! 😛😈

“How are you this morning, Andrew?” Matt called as he saw Mr. Miller walking down to his mailbox. Matt had been mowing, his face red with sweat dripping down. His shirt was soaked through. “Hot day, isn’t it.” “Very,” Mr. Miller said. “How are things?” Matt rolled his eyes. “Tracy is driving me crazy, just between you and me. Honestly, I’m relieved she’s going to visit her sister next week. I need a break.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” Mr. Miller said, hiding his desire to smile. He stepped closer to Matt and looked him straight in the eye. “Molotov.” Matt’s face fell, a glazed look taking over. “Master.” Mr. Miller had decided not to keep Matt under his constant control. That would create for him a ton of work and even more things to cover up with Matt’s bitch wife. Instead, his infiltration of Matt’s mind could be set off by the use of “Molotov.” Like a Molotov cocktail thrown into a building, Mr. Miller had entered Matt’s life and was destroying everything from the inside out. It hadn’t been hard to do. A tension already existed between Matt and his wife. All they needed was something to push them over the edge. If all went according to plan, Matt and Tracy would be getting divorced within the year, allowing Matt to become another slave. Ruining their marriage was easy. One night Mr. Miller had invited both Matt and Tracy over for dinner. During their meal, he hypnotized them both. Nothing extreme. He simply instilled in their minds the instruction of not having sex anymore though blaming the other for the lack of fucking. Mr. Miller had already decided he was going to start fucking Matt, but he didn’t want to risk Tracy getting pozzed and starting a fiasco. Everyone would start asking questions. Instead, Tracy was left unaware of Matt’s poz status, that way there was no way for her to suspect Mr. Miller of ruining their lives. Plus, that would cut the risk of them having kids and causing their planned divorce to fall through. Matt had no memories of the fuck sessions he had with Mr. Miller. Matt didn’t even know that he was poz like Mr. Miller, carrying his strain. Sure, there were moments the following day when he wondered why his ass was so sore. When he converted, there was a bit of fear as to why he was so sick. The little details were managed by Mr. Miller, his doctor friend taking care of appointments and tests, but it was all worth it. As Mr. Miller inspected the tranced Matt standing in front of him, he smiled, happy to have had such a wonderful neighbor move in next door. “Matt,” Mr. Miller said, “when your wife leaves, you will come over to my house prepared to be fucked and to fuck. I have a surprise for you.” “Thank you, Master,” Matt said. “Have you been hiding your gym clothes from your wife like I commanded?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said. “Their smell is strong.” “Good,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m excited to smell them. For now, though, I’ll be taking your shirt.” Without hesitating, Matt removed his sweaty shirt, revealing a hairy chest beneath and a slight belly below. Matt had clearly been fit when he was Brian’s age, but now, ten years down the road, he had fallen off the wagon of working out consistently. Mr. Miller had made sure he started again, his weight already having gone down slightly. More than anything, Mr. Miller wanted the man’s sweaty clothing. He didn’t care if he lost weight. A hot fucker is a hot fucker. Mr. Miller hid Matt’s sweaty shirt behind his back and looked deep into Matt’s eyes. “Clover.” Matt’s eyes fluttered, his expression first showing confusion and then a smile. “Sorry, Andrew,” he said. “My head wondered off there. What were you saying?” “I just said congrats on your weight loss,” Mr. Miller said. “You’re looking good.” “Thanks,” Matt said, looking down and noticing he was now shirtless. “I thought I’d worn a shirt out.” “It’s too hot for a shirt,” Mr. Miller said. “Yeah, I guess it is,” Matt said, lifting an arm to wipe his forehead, revealing hairy, sweaty armpits. Mr. Miller had to stop himself from jumping his neighbor and burrowing his face deep. “Well,” Matt continued, “I’d better get back to mowing. See you soon.” Mr. Miller returned inside and shoved his face into Matt’s shirt, inhaling deep the smell of the man’s musk. While he was a top and an alpha, Mr. Miller’s love for the smell of men couldn’t be helped. It had started back when he was a kid and he’d find his dad’s workout clothes in the hamper. He used to take them and cover his face with whatever he could find and jerk off. Some things don’t change. He went to the basement and undid the locks, turning on the light. Walking down, he could see the televisions still playing. Brian was in his cage, curled up, his eyes closed. He approached the cage and looked down at his sleeping slave, admiring his smooth form. After taking in the sight, he pounded his fist down on the top, waking Brian. “It’s morning, slave,” Mr. Miller said. He undid the cage’s lock and opened the door, watching as Brian gathered himself and crawled out. A combination of sleepiness and the trance caused him to faulter slightly, but Mr. Miller found it amusing. “Put this on,” he said, throwing Matt’s shirt to Brian. “Thank you, Master,” Brian said, pulling the shirt on. Seeing his slave wearing his used jockstrap and Matt’s sweaty shirt gave Mr. Miller a raging boner. “It’s time to inspect my work,” he said. “Climb onto the bench and lie on your back.” Brian complied. “Legs up.” Brian lifted his legs, revealing the butt plug which was still firmly inside his ass. Mr. Miller took a hold of the plug and pulled it out, his slave shuddering from the pain of having it so forcefully removed. Mr. Miller slipped his fingers into Brian’s hole and pulled it open, looking inside his pussy. Remnants of his cum could be seen along with blood. He had done a number on Brian’s hole. Damage had been done. “Congrats, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “It looks like we made you bleed. Can’t say for sure, but I think I infect you with my poz cum last night. No chance of staying neg now.” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “But to be safe,” Mr. Miller said, “I think we should make another deposit.” He removed his clothing, revealing is rock hard cock. With the butt plug having been removed so recently, Brian’s pussy was slightly open, welcoming Mr. Miller’s cock. He lined up his dick and shoved inside, finding some resistance but nothing like the night before. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He leaned forward and pressed his face into Matt’s sweaty shirt, breathing deep, his head swimming from the smell. He pumped his hips, putting his weight on top of his slave, wrapping his arms around and holding his wrists. Fuck, I love my life, he thought, feeling Brian’s heart racing beneath him. He pulled his dick out and walked over to the trunk in which he had stored his used jockstrap and pulled out a leash. “Turn around on the bench,” he told his slave. “Chest on the bench. Straddle it. I’m fucking doggy style, as it were.” Brian did as he was commanded and turned on his chest, his eyes catching sight of one of the televisions as he did so. His focus stayed on the screen as his master hooked the leash to the collar around his neck. “I’m ready to breed you again,” Mr. Miller said, sliding his dick back inside his slave’s ass. He started his rhythm again, relishing the sound of skin hitting skin. He looked down and saw Brian’s balls resting on the bench, stretched out from his body having slipped out of the jockstrap. He wanted to stomp on them, to see his slave’s body contort from the pain, but he wouldn’t. Not yet, at least. He pulled on the leash, bringing Brian’s head back, arching his back. He wrapped the leash around his wrist, making sure it was tight as he continued fucking hard into his slave’s ass. “Who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?” Mr. Miller asked. “You, Master.” “Who’s dick do you worship?” “Yours, Master.” “Who’s cum do you live off of?” “Your cum, Master.” “And who will you serve for the rest of your life?” “You, Master,” Brian said, eyes focused on the screen, his mind still diminishing from what he had been before. “Fucking right,” Mr. Miller said, pulling back on the leash as he unleashed a load into his slave’s ass. His body shook with each pulse, a deep growl escaping his mouth. He pulled his dick from Brian’s ass and grabbed the plug, shoving it inside. There was fresh blood on his cock, meaning there were plenty of cuts to allow his virus to take over his slave’s body. “Clean me off,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting his hips out toward his slave. Brian turned around on the bench and swallowed his master’s cock. While he would normally start to gag, deepthroating not being one of his specialties, the trance, along with removing his ability to scream, also controlled his gag reflex. He took his master’s cock down his throat, his tongue licking clean the cum from the night before, the fresh cum now swimming in his ass, and the blood which proved his life was no longer his own. “That’s enough,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his dick out of Brian’s mouth. “Time to start more training.” He went to the trunk and pulled out a chain on which there was a leather clasp attached. “Take off the jockstrap,” Mr. Miller said. Once his slave had removed the jockstrap, he wrapped the leather clasp around Brian’s scrotum as tight as he could, the young man’s testicles stretched out on the other end. “Perfect fit,” Mr. Miller said. “Wait here. I’ll be back.” Mr. Miller returned to the main floor and went to the room he had set aside as his weight room. He took four weights, all ranging in weight, and returned to the basement, waiting only a moment to stare out the window at Matt who was wandering around his yard, still shirtless. “I said I was going to stretch out your balls,” Mr. Miller said, showing Brian the weights. “With the money I’ll be getting from selling your things, I’ll be able to buy some stretchers to really get you going. Fuck, just imaging you crawling on the floor, your balls dragging behind you, so easy for me to step on, it makes me hard. Still, it’ll be a while before we get you there. For now, a little torture is possible in the meantime. On the ground.” Brian complied and crawled down onto the floor. Mr. Miller took the chain which was connected to Brian’s balls and latched it to one of the weights. He dropped it on the floor, watching as it pulled slightly on his slave’s scrotum. “Now,” Mr. Miller said, taking hold of his hardening cock and massaging life back into it, “Crawl around and don’t stop until I tell you to.” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, crawling forward only an inch before the weight pulled back on his balls, stopping him. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” Mr. Miller said. Brian moved forward, his balls pulling back toward the weight which didn’t want to move. Knowing he had to keep moving, Brian crawled forward, causing his balls to strain against the leather clasp. He couldn’t scream, but groans of pain escaped his mouth as he tried to move, but the weight’s hold on his balls wouldn’t let go. Face growing red, tears starting to form in his eyes, Brian leaned forward, mouth opening to scream a silent scream as the weight finally budged. “Keep going,” Mr. Miller said. “Faster.” Brian crawled forward again, the weight slowly moving. His balls were stretched back as much as they could go, the strain causing his scrotum to turn a reddish-purple, his testicles looking as if they would pop from the pressure forced upon them. Slowly, Brian moved three feet across the room, his arms and legs shaking from the pain. “Slave,” Mr. Miller said, his eyes watching as the young man struggled to continue forward, “For this time, I want to hear you scream.” As soon as Brian inched forward again, a painful cry of agony escaped his mouth. He cried again as he moved again, the weight still trying to remain behind as his balls pulled it forward. Mr. Miller closed his eyes and listened as Brian’s cries filled the basement. He could feel another load swelling up in his own balls, knowing that his slave’s balls were being tortured. Brian had almost reached the wall opposite the bench on which he had been fucked, his throat hoarse from screaming, when his master cried out himself. “Fuck,” Mr. Miller shouted, one hand on his dick while the other twisted his nipple. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” Several ropes of cum shot out onto the floor, splattering. He opened his eyes and looked to Brian who was staring at the fresh cum. “Eat up,” Mr. Miller said. He left the weight attached to Brian’s balls and left the basement, listening as Brian’s cries filled the space as he tried to crawl back to where he started, hoping to lick up the cum his master had left behind. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What else do you want to see? Let me know.

So it's Friday night and I'm still at the sauna. This is what's happened so far... I arrived at about half 7, prepped, showered and started to wander. I went into a cubicle and this very chatty daddy followed me in. I say daddy as his vocabulary was all dad and son stuff, tho truthfully I was probably older than him, but I wasn't going to argue, he was hot! He was virtually hairless and had a nice toned body. Pert arse too. But this daddy was all top. His cock was thin but very long, hit some spots not used to an intrusion. He loved my hairy arse and very hairy body, feeling up my chest and bushy beard as he fucked me senseless. It was awesome. He was very chatty through all this, I initially thought he was on drugs but realised after a while it was just his personality. He groaned loudly as he bred my hole, which was well sloppy when he left. 10 minutes later I bump into him again, still rock hard and keen for round 2. It was a virtual repeat of round 1, only my hole was leaking cum everywhere afterwards. After half an hour or so, I bumped into him downstairs in the "suck a thon" area. His cock shot straight up when he saw me. He wanted to breed me yet again! I leaned over the bench and he went to town, shooting a 3rd load into me, all within an hour. That's a very rare occurance to happen to me. Another rare occurance was to be fucked by a BBC, which belonged to the most handsome lad imaginable. Where I live, African men are a minority so to see this handsome, muscular and hung black lad of maybe 25 was beautiful eye candy, but I didnt expect him to fuck me.. I was in the sling as usual and I felt a hand on my arse and hole. I didn't realise anybody was there as it was so dark. He attracted a bit of a crowd and I was admiring his physique in the dim light. He turned towards me and I felt his cock against my hole! Like wow! He started fucking me, lasting 5 minutes or so before blowing a load into me. He didn't leave tho, he liked to be fucked too. I was in the sauna and there was some attention around a well hung older chap. Alot of stroking was going on. I got into position, my arse out and a squat chap got behind me and started fucking me. The African lad was in the sauna too, he stood beside me and poked his arse out too. Well, it didn't take long before his hole was filled with cock. The top breeding me got a good eyeful and he blew a good load into me, around the same time the Black lad was bred. Totally hot. I've had another couple of loads in the steam room since, not bad for a Friday night. I'll sleep well tonight.

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.

This week I was at my favorite video store and took 4 loads within a two hour period. The fifth guy to fuck me was not huge probably 8 or 8.5. He said I was too sloppy and couldn’t cum. That was after only 4 breedings. I can only imagine how sloppy this bottom must be.

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.

Do you shave? Bleach? Laser? Wax? Furry? Let’s see some holes out there. Love to see fellow bottoms and what they’re working with. Here’s mine, feel free to comment, rate etc…

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

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.

Sixth chapter is out! Part 6: Meeting in person -Ian: Waking up I realized to be alone. I listened to my surroundings but every room was completely silent. "Hunter!" I screamed; but no answer came. My only possibility was to call him, so I turned both my phones on hoping to find his usual goodbyes but what I found was much, much worse: “Ian, last night was hot but gifting is not my thing. Find someone else, it’s better this way. Goodbye. Hunter.” No way to reply, he could have blocked me and his number was not reachable. He even packed all his personal belongings he used to leave here when spending the night at my place! Sad, disappointed, I didn’t really know how to feel about it all so I decided it was time to wash all emotions out; my hole still hurt from the night before, so I took the chance to give it a clean up with some fresh water. After shower I began to feel at least more relaxed and I thought about what my neighbour always said regarding my blindness: “you manage to turn all failures into opportunities”. Maybe this was the case, too? It seemed that destiny decided I had to find a better gifter! But for now I needed some physical pleasure to let every negative sensation flow out of me. I opened my nightstand drawer and got my favourite sex toy; it was shaped as a huge penis, with a switch at the base but turning it on did not cause any vibration: it was remotely controlled through a smartphone, by myself or even a partner running the same application. That was my way of sexting with a guy I met on Internet who claimed he converted 3 chasers out of 3. I laid down naked on my bed fucking myself on the silent dildo; without vibration it really meant nothing to me! Leaving it inserted I took my second phone and went into the usual chat; PozCop was on line! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I’m horny as fuck! Can you help me? Toy already in place. PozCop: Fuck yeah! I’m very close to you now! BlindChaser: What do you mean? Please turn the vibe on! -- Nothing happened for a while, then a message arrived: “Stay there and wait! No toy needed, no cum wasted today.” I had just relaxed trying to reorder my feelings, when someone knocked at the door. Three firm, loud knocks. It couldn't be my neighbour, we agreed that when she needed to enter my house without keys she knocked four times, fast. Another three, four, five knocks: I ignored them and patiently waited: if they're ball-busters they'll go away fast enough. After some minutes, though, I heard some foot steps coming from outside and finally the door being unlocked. “Hunter, what’s the fucking matter with you!” I asked. “You scared me off!” The door remained open and steps were approaching but no one spoke. “Is it you, Sharon?” I hoped it was my neighbour, but those steps were too heavy to be hers. “What the fuck!” I grabbed my phone, ready to call emergency service for help, when I heard the door shutting and a person coming closer and closer to my bedroom. “Finally we’re here. Me and you”, the stranger's voice said. He was currently standing at small distance from my bed! “Ian, don't be afraid. I'm more than a friend for you!” That voice seemed familiar but I was not sure enough, I still felt scared as hell. “Fuck yourself, bastard, get your ass out of here or I call…” “Hey, hey, BlindChaser, calm and cool. Who are you going to call? The cops? Don’t waste your time, a policeman is already here!” Oh, fuck, that voice, the more he talked the more I confirmed my assumption: my gifter of dreams was really close to me! “I had enough of remotely pleasing you with a smartphone”, he said; "now it's time for you to show me your true intentions!" “Who on hell gave you my keys?” I asked, still frightened. “And above all, who are you?” “My name is Adrian, Adri for friends, and...” With no embarrassment, he sat on the bed next to me placing his hand on my back. “I'm PozCop”, he whispered at my ear. “And together with my chasers I'll help you through your conversion journey.” I felt completely vulnerable to that man; I had no courage to touch him or shaking his hand but his voice was sexy, charming and deep! “Hey boy! What's the matter?” he asked, coming even closer; “did you turn into a shy guy? Let me have a look at this hot body of yours!” I blushed a little, as except Hunter I had never heard a man giving me a compliment about my body so I decided to take it easy; “let’s see where this goes”, I thought while his warm hands were exploring my shoulders. “I feel tension here”, he said, “it’s time to relax a bit.” His fingers felt strong and gentle at the same time, it was clear he was experienced with massages… Or seduction! I was starting to get hard and he was clearly noticing it, although I was trying my best to compose myself. “Someone’s hungry”, he teased me, starting to kiss and lick all over my body; That man was really hard to resist! “You taste good”, he said, “but your shower gel’s flavor is too childishly innocent. Let vanilla and honey go to neg drama queens; an insatiable bug chaser like you needs something stronger, at least when I’m around.” “How disgusting!” I protested. “Are you asking me to stink as a dirty pig?” He laughed hard at me and I felt his body completely over me, heavy as he was. “Not at all”, he whispered, his lips closer and closer to mine. “Hunter is a dirty and stinky pig, I am a superior DNA and I want strong flavors on your skin! Mint and ginger should be better, you will discover how your hole and dick feel fresh and seducing with that gel soon enough.” I couldn’t help myself and made my move, breaking the space between us; my arms and legs wrapped around him, our hard dicks touching each others, I kissed him passionately as I never did before; it was so different from Hunter’s lovemaking, this man’s tongue literally invading my mouth was pure dominance and I felt truly complete, for the first time. I would have even paid to feel him naked, but his strong hands exploring my body made me suppose it wasn’t appropriate trying to take his clothes off or asking why he was still dressed. “Good start”, he smiled breaking the kiss. Looking back I did not recognize myself, I had just let a stranger enter my house and lay on the bed where I made love with my boyfriend! “I know what’s your feeling”, he continued while squeezing my ass cheeks with his warm, strong fingers. “Now you have a real gifter replacing your undetectable boyfriend, I can still feel his meaningless scent on your pillow.” “It’s the first time”, I replied blushing. “I have never cheated on him but it’s so thrilling to have a different man in my bed!” “From this moment on, you’re free! No one can judge your sexual life; except me, of course.” Without saying anything else, he grabbed my shoulders and made me roll on my back. “Let me in”, he commanded, “I want to try that hole of yours.” I bent my legs upwards, exposing my ass; it was still sore since the night I spent with Hunter but PozCop seemed not to care. He roughly pushed a finger in me without any spit or anything else and blocked my moves with his free hand when he noticed I was trying to reach the lube bottle above my nightstand. “No artificial fluids, boy”, he ordered. “I’m not here for cheaters. Natural contact, or nothing!” He inserted another two fingers and I pushed, to give him more access; “you’re still bleeding a little”, he warned me; “at least Hunter wrecked you good! But you need to be stretched open for my superior organ to enter, I don’t want you to feel pain when I’m all the way in.” A fourth finger in my hole made me actually yelp in pain so he withdrew them all; “no, no, boy. You are not yet ready for my virus!” Weird comment, as far as I could know: every bug chaser story I read on the Internet described tops wrecking holes even with toothbrushes to make they bleed, and now PozCop is scared by some droplets? “I notice you take care of your fuck hole and keep it always clean. This is a good start to be a chaser of mine but you’re still far from ready.” “I told you”, I replied. “There’s lube! Now make me touch your supposed superior organ, at least, please. I’m curious!” He stepped backwards and took his hands off me: “Fuck tool is mine and I decide when, and if, give it to someone. I said, you’re not yet ready and not authorized to make sexual requests to me!” “Listen, PozCop or whatever. If you beave like this it means your dick is not that great as you pretend. So, as far as I’m concerned, you can go fuck yourself.” “Tell me, is this what you want?” He asked standing up next to the bed. “I take your answer as a final rejection for me and my gift and, if so, there is no turning back!” He dropped a set of keys on my nightstand, then guided my hand on it: “I got these keys from a person you perfectly know, so I give you two options.” “These are Hunter’s”, I protested; “you should give them back.” “Now they’re mine because I am in control”, he said holding my wrist tight. “Look at me… Oops, sorry, listen to me: first option, you send me away and stay here on your own with your negative life forgetting PozCop, I’ll block you from every network and your keys are yours. And in this case, you’ll lose your friend Sharon too.” Why was he mentioning my neighbour? Had Sharon truly something to do with this man? I gasped, but he held my wrist even more firmly; it was really not the case to protest or ask questions! “I am very sorry sir… No, I don’t want to stay neg much longer! Tell me option two!” “Good boy”, he smiled. “Second option is that you can become a family member, but first I have to prove you’re worthy of my strain!” “I want to poz up”, I almost sobbed, “but my boyfriend and future gifter just dumped me with a cold farewell message.” “Yeah”, PozCop laughed. “I forced him to do that, you deserve something better than a hybrid HIV strain like Hunter’s. A smart guy as you are, must carry a smart virus!” My parents had tried to decide every aspect of my life, and now this man was doing the same! No one had the right to destroy my relationships or friendships in that way! “Ian, little chaser, open your eyes. And ears, if needed. If you two actually matched, Hunter should have already converted you good. But if he’s undetectable and especially if you didn’t tell him about your desire till yesterday, it means you’re not made to develop the sacred bond of team poz together. Accept it, you have me now and I’m all yours.” “Your voice, your touch”, I whispered to him. “I feel so right in your arms… I would like to call you Gifter!” “Of course you can”, he assured me and surrounded my naked body with his arms again. “But from now on, I am the only poz person who can touch you; then, one more thing…” I was fed up of talking and I pushed my hips back towards him, wondering why he didn’t make the first move for something sexual; “you are afraid of fucking a blind guy?” I took all my courage to ask that unpleasant question. “My eyes don’t work, but you can count on what’s left! My body is fully functional and horny as fuck!” “No, no, no, chaser Ian. You got it all wrong! I’m super excited too, but I keep it under control as my role is to guide you through this journey preventing the possibility of any regrets when it’s too late. You want to call me Gifter? So, I must be sure I’m the one who converts you.” “I respect conditions given to me”, I told him holding out my hand towards him. “And I am a Scout, so I am aware about the importance of promises.” He gripped my hand vigorously, there was no doubt about who was controlling the situation. “Words are nothing”, he said. “Now make your choice: you stay with me and let me ensure you abstain from sex till I decide otherwise, or you keep your sexual freedom but go on PrEP and stay neg till I want you to. Anyway, I’m going to teach you how to control your horniness. Ready, my chaser?” I could only answer yes, sir! “Perfect”, he grinned at me holding my shoulders. “Get dressed, then I help you packing your things. You’re going to leave this horrible house. Follow me, life is long!”

top here I much prefer watching and being part of an orgy with lots of cocks fucking ass and lots of different combinations of guys. Gang bangs tend to be boring for me. One guy getting dick and loads. Seems like that is all they show when its a porn "orgy" these days. love watching a train of guys fucking and breeding asses.

I'm a total top--haven't been fucked since I was young and first coming out. Now that I'm getting old and live in rural Wyoming it's much harder to find willing and capable bottoms. Of course the pandemic didn't help any. And the closing of the baths in Denver really hurt. And now with the high fuel prices traveling will become harder for many. I have run into bottoms who say they used to be tops but as they got older they began having ED issues. I have no prob getting it up and hard as a rock when by myself but sometimes the fucker just won't rise when I'm socially stressed (like meeting someone for the first time or walking around in the baths). In that case I have a rx for trimix which gets me up and hard for hours. I have also had a problem with losing my hard when using poppers so I stopped using them but wonder if maybe that might be why there aren't as many tops these days. And with so many men using meth and the associated limp dicks further limit the number of tops. Thank gawd for good porn!!!

I would love that too.

They’re certainly not in Manchester… To pinch and corrupt an old sitcom line, a top arriving at Manchester Piccadilly station is seized on like a Snickers bar thrown over the wall of a fat camp.

Best thread in ages , as a total top I love amateur porn , these are the asses I will be fucking in Saunas , restrooms and remote car parks , attainable asses , not some remote porn actor. Hot , hot , hot

I need to shave lol

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I am 58 this year. In my mid-30's I discovered that I'm multiorgasmic. Before that I thought I was a bad top who prematurely ejaculated, so I was much more of a bottom than I was a top. (For those of a certain age in the US, this revision of the Tootsie Pop commercial perfectly sums up my top experiences before that - "How many fucks until you reach the center of a Tootsie Pop? One. Two. Three. Cum!) Once I discovered I was multiorgasmic, I likened my orgasms to going out to dinner. The first one is like the Appetizer, which arrives quickly. The second is like the Main Course in that it takes longer to arrive and is hopefully worth the wait. The third is like Dessert - sometimes you get it, sometimes you don't. (Dessert has required a 3+ hour session since my mid-30s.) So, in the last decade, my sexual position hasn't really changed. I much prefer to top than to bottom. YES, there is a limit to how many times I can top where there isn't a limit to how many times I can bottom. But there is WAY more prep involved in bottoming than there is in topping! (And let me shout out all those bottoms who are diligent about their prep!) So, under precise circumstances, I would consider bottoming. Otherwise, I'm quite content to top!

last night I went back to club O and in the dark room someone slipped their dick in me. It was clear that he was going from hole to hole. I was lucky enough to get the load and after he said enjoy the gift.

I must be living right because yesterday I had a guy come out to seal my driveway. It was hot and he took off his shirt which was a nice treat but when he took off his I saw a biohazard tattoo around his navel and a scorpion tat on his peck. My cock about literally burst out of my shorts. When he finished his help went to the truck to eat lunch and I invited my new shirtless Mexican friend inside to square up the invoice. As soon as he came In I told him I liked his tattoos and asked if he was gay in a really polite way. Then I took a huge risk and flat out asked if I could suck his cock. He eagerly responded “hell yes” so I dropped down right there and got his cock out and started to wake it up. His cock was uncut, really hairy, and had an amazing sweaty musty smell that really turned me on. It was very dark skinned and probably like 5” but it was pretty fat. I started working his dick hard. We moved into the bathroom so we could smoke and we both got nude. I sucked hime for another minute while we both smoked. He started fingering my asshole so it was obvious he wanted more so I laid on my belly, he lubed up and he mounted me from behind. He pounded me hard for a couple minutes before he popped. He pumped in me like half a dozen time and when he pulled out he was still pumping and I could feel his seed hit my lower back and my ass crack. I sat up and asked if he was poz and he of course said yes. I asked if he was on medication and he said yes but he doesn’t take it all the time because of side effects. He said it was probably 6-8 weeks ago that he last was on his medication. He seemed really upset like he did something wrong but I assured him it was fine. He air dropped the pics he took and took my money and left. Probably in all about 20 minutes of play.

Good boy *tussles hair*

There you go guys...

My only suggestion, which doesn't seem to be very welcome, is to try exploring your versatile side too. I am truly versatile, but wind up topping 2x3 times as many guys as I get to fuck me. Because so few guys are willing to even consider topping 80-90% of my time and effort goes into looking for guys willing to top, too. I've also pointed out, to many total bottoms disgust, that if I'm at an orgy my load will likely get squirted into a guy who is willing to give me one in return. I think I've heard all of the arguments, about why guys want to be total bottoms, but the fact is the very nature of having gay tendencies means there are very few gay or bi men that don't want to bottom at least occasionally. I can understand that maybe you prefer bottoming, but you also need to consider that if no one is even willing to consider topping, no one can get fucked no matter how much they like to bottom.

"MJ, let's grab our legs under our knees and open our asses!" TJ said and they both did just that. "Dads, on the count of three, bury your faces in our asses and bite three times! One! Two! Three!" Matt and Ty did as they were told and 3 bites was enough to draw blood. Ty and Matt withdrew from their son's asses and sure enough there were droplets of blood on their tongues. "Blood of our blood. Kiss us!" They kissed their sons with passion and eagerness. "Suck on our cocks while we rim you!" He exclaimed as the 4 of them shifted into position. Matt and Ty feasted on their son's virgin holes while MJ and TJ slobbered on the cocks that made them. It truly was a bonding experience. Pulling his face away, Matt gently jabbed Ty's arm with his elbow. "We should all be sufficiently spit lubed. I think we should go in a bit roughly, making some tears for your asses to take our virus. Once we're balls deep, we can make love to you. This blessed event is beyond fucking, it's the height of intimacy, enhanced by passionate kissing!" To be continued

2 years ago I would have reacted with horror and disgust if somebody told me they were turned on by sex between father and son - but then Covid and lock-downs happened and a chain of events were set in motion in our little household that made my world spin out of control! I became a father at 24 when my fiancé at the time told me she was pregnant. The relationship didn’t last - basically because I was more into men than women - and I ended up moving to Copenhagen and she and our son stayed in Jutland. I paid child support and that was about the only connection I had with my son through the years. My ex married another man and he became the de facto father for my son. Fast forward to 2019 - my son, who was now 19, was supposed to start studies at Copenhagen university and finding a place to live in Copenhagen for a student with close to no income proved impossible. My ex contacted me and asked if I had a spare room and as I live in a rather large house in the suburbs of Copenhagen this was definitely an option. In the end my son reached out to me and everything was settled and he moved in by the end of the summer of 2019. He is a really good looking guy - muscular, strawberry blond hair, blue eyes and a very nice and friendly disposition. I myself am not too bad looking either and pride myself on staying in good shape etc. From the beginning I was very honest with him about the reason why I left his mother and why we agreed that growing up with her would probably be the best solution for all. He was fine with everything and didn’t hold any grudges so right from the onset all was fine. We settled into a daily routine - I going to work and attending to the chores around the house, he attending his studies at university, I did the shopping and if he was home for dinner we would prepare something together. He would be hanging out with his friends from university and I would hang out with my friends so we got along really well. I have to admit there were occasions where I couldn’t help noticing how incredibly sexy he looks and that would also make my trousers feel a little tight in the front! But I quickly stopped myself and reminded myself that he is my biological son for crying out load!! The Corona hid in March 2020 and Denmark basically closed down overnight and he and I were suddenly confined to the house 24/7. Again we found a good routine with regard to my work and his studies - and since both he and I had been regulars at the local gym we also started to come up with some exercises and workout routines that we could do in our home. We would normally get up around 6-6.30 and start out with our exercises, then jump in the shower, eat breakfast and be ready for work and studies around 8 o’clock. The exercises would take place in the dining room where there is a lot of open floor space and we quickly started helping each other during various repetitions and routines due to the lack of gym equipment. As we started the days with exercising right after having jumped out of bed, we would both be in our underwear and nothing else and I very soon became painfully aware of the effect his young body had on me. To sit real close to him, smelling the scent of young male coming off of his body. Seing the sweat form patches between his legs and above his ass crack, the scent from his armpits … I was completely turned on! And was horrified by the fact! And of course he noticed my discomfort - and quickly guessed the reason. And he turned out to be much more relaxed about it than me. One morning, three weeks into the lockdown, we were on the floor in the dining room in our underwear when he suggested we try a new routine. Basically either he og I should lie flat on the floor on our backs and the other would then place his knees on the shoulders on the one lying down. The one lying down should then raise his legs into upright position only using his abs and thigh muscles. And he wanted me to go first which I agreed to without really realizing what this routine would mean in terms of proximity. I got down on my back and suddenly he crouched down at my head placing his knees on my shoulders thereby placing my face right between his thighs and I could clearly feel his packages touching the top of my head. When I started lifting my legs he would raise himself slightly as if to make sure I couldn’t move my upper body off the floor. But this movement meant that his package and crotch were now placed squarely over and partly on my face - and I’m pretty sure no straight gym buddies have ever done this routine!! The scent from his crotch was intoxicating and the view and feel of his package as it graced lightly against my nose and mouth, just separated by the fabric of his underwear, was too much for me and I began getting hard. Which obviously made me panic completely. I tried to get up but he had anticipated this and in one fluid, quick move he dove down over my upperbody, slid his hands under the waistband of my underwear and pushed them down releasing my cock which sprang up and slapped back against my stomach. The next I felt was his warm mouth engulfing my cockhead and by then I was too far gone to care about anything. I pushed him sideways until we were in the 69 position and ripped off his underwear revealing his rockhard cock and tight, full balls and I just went to town. We sucked each other like madmen and soon - within seconds of each other - we shot our loads into each other’s mouths. Afterwards we lay exhausted next to each other but eventually I sat up and looked down on my beautiful son who had drops of my cum down his chin. He smiled broadly up at me and said 'You probably have a trillion things to say about how wrong this is but I have never been so turned on before in my life and by the look of things neither have you and since nobody can get pregnant why don't we just go for round two?' and with that he pulled med down on top of him and started kissing me with a fire and passion that got me going in no time. It marked the beginning of a fantastic relationship that is still ongoing. Both he and I know this is completely wrong but for now we just enjoy each other in all ways possible and then we just wait and see what lies ahead. My son has always been into older men and as we were never together when he grew up he doesn’t see me as his father but more as a mature man he can have sex with in safe surroundings and experiment with. I’ve always had a healthy appetite for sex so sharing my house with a horny young man who gets an erection if a door slams too hard is a dream.

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.

Quinn I've just had the most intense orgasm ever and feel as if I'm floating. I've never had my cock in anything other then my hand since all the guys with whom my mom made me sleep had with just wanted to fuck me. A couple of them would fondle my cock, but like I said before they'd just do or say anything to appease their conscientious. None of them actually cared if I felt good, they just wanted to unload inside me, but at this moment there was an amazing man sitting on my cock which was shoved all the way inside his ass. I would never have believed that anyone could get that much dick in his ass. For fucks sake. If I lined-up along his stomach it would be past his navel. I looked-up and he was grinning ear to ear, still swiveling his hips and obviously enjoying himself. At that moment I remembered something Jason had done to me that felt awesome, so I decided to give it a try. I pulled down on his hips and make my cock jump inside him. This had the effect I intended: Jason took a sudden intake of breath, his head fell forward, followed by a very loud "Oh Fuck! You're a fast learner young man. Remember that for later." Jason starts to rise up off my dick but I hold onto his hips and lifted my hips with his motion I stayed lodged all the way in, asking "What, can't wait to get away from me now that you've taken my virginity?" "You learn way to fast and you ARE EVIL." With that, Jason leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on my lips. Then before I knew what he had in mind, he pulled off of my dick, which, with a loud thump, smacked against my stomach. "Damn, and you said I was evil!" "Yep. Guess we're two peas in a pod and deserve each other." He grinned down at me and then stood-up, stepping off the bed and offered me his hand. I grabbed his hand and he helped pull me out of bed. Once I was on my feet he pulled me into his embrace and held me. "I'm glad your here. I've been worried about you since I saw those welts on your back. I don't know what I would have done is someone and taken things to far and seriously hurt you," and with that he tightened his arms around me. I felt safe and comfortable. We rocked back and forth for a few seconds, but my ornery streak came out again. "Well, if all we're going to do is stand around, we should of stayed in bed with my dick inside your ass." Jason chuckled and responded, "Yep. You're evil alright. Guess I'll have to keep you around to protect the rest of the world from your wickedness." "Ok, I can live with that." Again I hugged him and Jason returned my hug with the suggestion "Why don't you jump in the shower while I make the bed. I'll join you in just a second." "Sounds good to me." Once in the shower with the water running through my hair everything starts to sink in. I was in love with a man who was HIV+ and who had 13 years on me, and that he had probably infected me or at least started to. I knew I could still get to the clinic and get medicine to stop it. Do I want to? I hollered "Hey Jason, can I use your shampoo?" "Sure." Do I have to get HIV to stay with him? I poured shampoo into my hand and start to lather up. Couldn't we just use protection? And I think about how it felt last night. How he was so patient and how incredible it felt to have him bare inside me. Was that because I loved him or does the condom deaden sensation, or was it both? I rinsed my hair, and again called-out "Can I use your body wash?" Again, "Sure." I wondered if there was a medication I could take so I could stay negative, even if we didn't use condoms. "Where are the wash cloths or can I...." I jumped as Jason opens the shower door, pointing to the loofah. "See that? That's ours." He points to the shampoo "and that? Yeah that's OURS too, as is the conditioner and ever other product in this bathroom." With that, he slapped my ass adding "This, now this, is mine as is this" he announced, wrapping his hand around my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, well, that works both ways right?" "It certainly does. Both your ass and mine belong to me, as does your dick and my dick." "OH that's just wrong," and we both laughed. I soaped-up as Jason washed his hair. A million thoughts were racing through my mind as I tried to organize them. We danced around the shower stall, alternating between getting wet and rinsing off. Finally I was done and made to step out of the shower, but Jason reached-out and lightly grasps my elbow, and, as I turned to see what he wanted, he leaned forward and kissed me. Then he leaned his forehead against mine, looked me in the eyes saying "Somebody thinks you're special." There was absolutely no doubt in my mind who that somebody was. "You know I think that same somebody thinks you're special too. OH wait. I mean I think your special or somebody ... oh damn, I totally blew that didn't I?" Jason was downright laughing his ass off, saying "Actually, baby that was just perfect. Okay, more immediate, I put your clothes in the dryer but that's going to take some time so I laid out a pair of sweats on the bed for you. The bottoms will be long but the top should be just fine. There's also underwear in the dresser across from the bed. You might want to wear some with the sweats," winking at me, then with a final peck he turned back into the spray to finish his shower. Once in the bedroom I headed for the dresser, where in the first drawer, I found socks so I closed it and went on to the next one, which, as it turned-out, contained more different kinds of underwear than I had ever seen. Looks like someone has a thing for underwear, I thought. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through boxers, jocks, g-strings, and ass-less shorts. Now that looks like it could be fun, I thought to myself. Choosing a pair, I quickly put them on and I was dressed by the time Jason came in from the bathroom. "You find everything ok?" "Yep but took me forever to wade through all the underwear. I swear a couple of them tried to grab me and drag me into the drawer." Jason turns beet red "Yeah I kind of have an underwear thing." "Kind of? That's way more then kind of." "So which ones did you get?" He reached around me began to slide his hands down the back of the sweat pants. "Oh no." I push him back "if your a good boy I'll show you later." "What if I'm bad?" "Then I'll let you touch them." "You know I'm going to be VERY bad?" "Yup. I kind of planned on it when I picked them." Jason raised an eye brow "Oh really??" as he stepped towards me. "Ah ahh aha. NO touchy till later," I admonished, grinning ear to ear. "Fine," Jason replied, turning towards the dresser. "Hold on one sec mister," I said as I reached past him into the drawer with all the underwear, grabbing probably the sexiest jock I had ever seen, suggesting "You get to wear that." "Oh really, picking out my clothing for me now. Soon people will be accusing us of being an old married couple." His words raced through my head. A married couple? All I could do was stand there. "Hey, hey. It's just a saying, okay? I kind of thought that was a good thing." I could clearly hear the hurt in his voice. Looking right into his face I stated "It is love. You just caught me by surprise. I just never expected anyone would want..." It was hard for me to finish, but I spit out the obvious words "...the whore's son." "Love, I very much want you and I'm tired of this self-description as the whore's son. You are now my man and that takes precedence. Even as we speak my DNA is combining with yours. So can we drop that awful phrase, and can you just be content to be my Quinn?" Jason reached for me and this time I let my body fold against his chest. "Yeah, I think I can do that." But as I leaned against him, I couldn't stop thinking about his reference to DNA, and how our DNA was now combining in my body. I wanted to be Jason's and the idea of part of him being inside me was strangely reassuring, but then the question remained, did I really want to be HIV positive, and as a follow-up, couldn't I have everything else but that? Then, aware, perhaps, that I needed time to think, Jason got back to the mundane, saying "Ok, let's go get your stuff, and we can grab some breakfast on the way there. 'kay?" With that we moved apart and I nodded in agreement. Heading out the door, however, Jason grabbed a jacket for each of us, remarking "I checked, your jacket is still soaked, so you might want to wear one of mine." "Thank you." "My pleasure. I plan on taking it off of you later" giving me a broad smile. "Mmmm, well, that depends on just how bad you are," and we gave a chuckle, and left it there. The trip to my house, no, to my mother's trailer, was quiet. Between eating my croissant, chasing thoughts of HIV and DNA, and worrying about dealing with my mother, I was preoccupied. Arriving at the entrance of the trailer park where I had lived most my life, I got my first real look at the grounds, and found myself thinking 'It's pretty amazing how we can live some place and never really see it'. The rusty trailers, some of them missing skirting panels, old cars sitting on blocks in the driveway, automobile parts and toys scattered all around the various yards, weeds being about the only plant that grew strongly, and, truth be told, they were sprouting up everywhere. I wanted to slide under the seat. I was so embarrassed. I never really cared. Never before had I cared about where I lived, or, for that matter, had I really registered where I lived, until I brought Jason to the dump, and not surprisingly I found myself wishing he had never seen the place. Perhaps I should have just made some excuse to come alone but it was too late and he was here. Still I couldn't stand the idea that he would see the unvarnished truth of how I lived. Rounding the corner, we were facing my mom's trailer, and to be honest, it was one of the worst. Panels were missing, rusted or beaten, the steps were broken, cracks in the windows were sealed with tape. The whole mess should have be in a scrap yard. I glanced over at Jason. Revulsion was plainly written on his face. I'm so ashamed and just bowed my head, staring at my feet. "Hey, love, look at me, please." I look up at Jason as he continued "Do you remember when I said I was proud of you, and you asked me how I could be proud of you, but then didn't let me answer?" "Yeah. I remember." "THIS is why I'm proud of you." I was completely confused and I am sure it showed in my face, but Jason continued, and his remarks put everything in perspective. "How many of the kids who grow-up here finish school? How many of the guys your age are healthy and drug free? How many of the girls who grow-up here aren't already pregnant, or have kids, or are selling themselves - and not looking for a way to break out of this place?" With that he stopped the car in the middle of the road and pulled me over to him, saying, with great earnestness, "You've fought to keep going to school, you've kept yourself in great shape, you don't do drugs and you don't go out and sell yourself." "But I do. My mother has guys over for me all the time," I sobbed. "Baby, what your mother does doesn't count. YOU don't sell yourself out, your mother does. What have you been doing when you're not with your mother's 'John''? You've been going to school, doing homework and keeping your body in shape. Right? How many of the other guys you grew up with here do that? Now place, however horrible, is why I'm so proud of you. Got that? You're so much better then this world." His words gave me the strength to realize and accept the truth of his declaration. "Thank you." "Baby, you don't need to thank me for saying what's true." I smiled, saying "Just park right here. I'll run in and get my things. it shouldn't take me long." "You sure? I'll go in with you." "No it's ok. It will be faster if I just run in. With any luck mom will be out of it, and I'll be able to grab my stuff and get out." "Ok, baby. Your call, but if you're too long I'm coming in to get you, and Lord help anyone who gets in my way." "You just want your clothing back." "Nah. Just the underwear." We both giggled. "Okay. Be right back." I took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked to my mom's trailer. I glanced back at Jason, seated in his car, and knew he was worried for me. I waved and headed up the four steps to the sliding door, through which I could see Mom smiling, seated on the couch, her hand on some guy's thigh. I slid open the door and Mom turned to look at me. Her eyes had a glassy look so I knew she was on something. "Well, there you are" she said, asking "Where have you been, honey?" "Around, I'm just going to grab some stuff and I wont be in your way and you can finish visiting." "Oh Honey, John's not here to visit with me. He wants to visit with you." John was a pudgy man, probably around 35 or so, about 5' 10' and around 250 pounds, and even when standing at the door I could tell he smelled. I had never really cared before as it had never before mattered what I thought, but this time I felt like I was going to be sick. 'Fuck it', I thought, and unbidden, the words came out "No, mom I can't." "Of course you can, Honey. John has paid very good money to visit with you." "No mom I can't, I....don't have any condoms." John spoke-up saying "That's ok, young'un. I don't need em. I'm clean." My mother, however, spoke-up: "No. No one does my boy without a condom. But that's ok. I've got plenty in my room. I'll just get you boys a couple and leave you alone to have some fun." But I took the bull by the horns and announced "No mom, I don't need condoms. I got infected last night. I'm not clean." "WHAT!" she screeched "How could you, after everything I've taught you? Well you just take care of John here, and we'll get you right to the clinic and they can give you them pills to stop it." "No mom I'm not visiting with John or any other John any more. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. I'm only here to get my stuff." And with that I headed off to my room where I grabbed my backpack with my school books, and a duffle bag into which I shoved what little clothing I owned that was decent. In the background I heard the sliding door open and close. 'Good. At least 'John' is gone', I thought. As I rooted through the drawers in my bureau, I heard Mom come to my bedroom door, but I cut her off before she could begin, saying "I'm not going to talk about this, Mom. I'm just leaving." The voice that sounded was not Mom's, it was John "Well, I'm not much for small talk anyway, but you're not going anywhere for a while. You're mom changed her mind and said that I could leave a few marks 'cause you're being such a bad child" and with that the back of his hand, he smashed me across the check. He chuckled as I stood there, utterly stunned, and 'John' continued saying "She did say not to break anything, but you know she's not around and if you fight too much, well let's just say 'accidents happen'." John then grabbed me and yanked me around, punched me in the back of the head and then pushed my head down, forcing me to bend over. Then with his other hand he grabbed my pants and yanked them down. "My what do we have here. Such cute little fuck-me panties. You must have worn them just for me boy. Did your mamma tell you 'Daddy' was coming and to dress up so purty for him?" I heard him unzip his pants. Understanding what he intended, I struggled to extract myself from his grip, but John, who was surprisingly strong for an over-weight man, clobbered me hard above the ear. "No, please don't, don't do this, I plead." "That's right boy just keep begging, love it when they beg. Gonna have you begging for more here in just a sec." I hear him spit and then he's shoving his hard dick side me. I try to tighten up so he can't get in and he slaps my ass hard and shoves my head into the wall. "You let me in first boy then you can squeeze" and with that he viciously shoves his cock into me. "NO, NO, DON'T! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" "Oh yeah, boy, I'm going to get off in you. Don't worry about that none," and with another cruel thrust he shoved harder into my ass, again slapping me in the back of my skull. I was dizzy from his last slap and my ears were ringing, so I just stood there, bent over, my head against the wall as he fucked me hard. As he did so, I remember thinking 'How can this be happening to me?' Suddenly John's cock was jerked out of my ass and his weight fell off me. For a second I stood there, trying to get my balance, when I felt the trailer shaking. Looking around, I saw Jason had one hand around John's cock and my mom's cutting knife in his other hand. The cutting blade was resting under John's balls. "You like it rough?" Jason seethed, hissing through his clenched teeth, "well, this knife is a bit too sharp for me to make it rough for you, but I'm ok with that." A small smear of blood trickled across the knife blade, and down 'John's' thigh. "Fuck, no, DON'T! Please! Don't!" "You know, I believe I just heard my LOVER say the same thing to you and how did you respond? I believe you told him to keep on begging." Jason was face is crimson with rage, and he was practically spitting in the other man's face. I notice that the blood was running a bit more quickly, and I could tell Jason was close to killing this piece-of-shit-of-a-man, and I knew I'd loose him if that happened. "Love, please," I gasped, "I need your help, please," I begged him. "Just let him go, and let's get the fuck out of here." Jason looked at me, and then back at John. "If I ever see you again, I'll fuckin' kill you, and if I ever see you near my lover I'll kill you slowly. Do I make myself clear?" The terrified man nodded. "Now get the fuck out of here," and with that Jason shoves the bastard down the hall. I could hear 'John' scrambling to get out the sliding door and then he was gone. In turn, I dropped to the floor, not believing what had transpired, shaking and sobbing. I couldn't control myself. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the tremors. Then Jason was there. holding me tightly. "Oh my god, love, I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. I saw your mother leave and thought she was upset and letting you pack. Fuck! Your own mother left you with him! No never mind that. I never want you to have to come back here. Helping me to my feet, he herded me to the exit. "Wait, I need my backpack." "I will get you new clothing. There is NOTHING in this fucking hell hole you need!" "Jason, I need my backpack." "I'll get you new clothing." "Jason, its my school books I need. My math book." "I'll get you a new math book." "Jason, I need that specific book." "Why?" "'Cause that's the one I had when I met you. That's the first problem you helped me solve. I need that book." Jason stood there staring at me, then clutched me tighter to his chest, sobbing and shaking as much as was I. "Lover, you have no idea how proud I am of you, and how much you mean to me." With that Jason grabbed my back pack and we were gone.

Note: This story may seem really disturbing, but there's something about it that conveys what it was like to fuck bareback before ARVs. It also communicates the power a poz top had over the guys he fucked... It's more of an instructional/cautionary tale than anything... ---------- I've been POZ since '91. I've been one of the lucky ones who never did get sick—at least not seriously. Back then I was so young and scared. There were no cures nor cocktails. AZT, with its chronic side effects, was a joke. Testing POZ was a death sentence. You were consoled by a doctor or counselor, who said you could still lead a long and productive life—if you took care of yourself. I guess that was to make you feel better. Then you looked around, and reality struck you in the face. Friends were dying at an alarming pace. If that weren't enough, AIDS was a shameful disease—a fitting finale to an immoral life. You got what you deserved—that's how they felt. Overwhelmed by my dismal state of mind, I attended a Support Group—one of the more counterproductive missteps of my quixotic life. It was horribly depressing—surrounded by guys with one foot in the grave. I watched with horror and repugnance as they dropped like flies. I was losing friends faster than I could make them. The Support Group only fueled my anger and disgust. With trepidation I scrutinized myself for signs of HIV—night sweats, fever, blemishes, and wasting. They never came, but all around me guys continued to die. Often the simple act of having sex was a death sentence, for you never knew who had it. That uncertainty, coupled with self-imposed abstinence, and a hyperactive sex drive made lapses and slip-ups inevitable. Plus there was a small group of us who purposely continued to fuck raw. Perhaps we secretly coveted the Bug—but to deliberately infect someone was taboo. I kept hearing about certain POZ miscreants who fucked raw and lied about their status; and other more forthright, if misguided, souls who'd vowed to take as many with them as they could. Though I found such irresponsibility abhorrent, IT TURNED ME ON! I was barely 3 months pregnant when I confronted the Unspeakable. I fucked a sailor from a nearby base. He asked if I was SAFE, and I outright lied. I remember the excitement pulsing through my groin as I slid my bare Cock in his tight Mancunt. I remember thinking how naive he was to take me at my word. He was the first sacrificial lamb to fall victim to my ruse. It would ruin his career. His shipmates would find out. He'd end up losing everything—including his life. Visions of Toxic Sugar Plums danced in my head as I plowed in and out. I marveled at the power of my Spooge over his Pussy—the power to condemn him to an ignoble Death. IT WAS INTOXICATING! I knew how my Cohorts felt as they fucked and poisoned the Turds half-witted enough to trust them, how elated the Dude who POZZED me must have felt as he passed me the Baton. TRIUMPHANT! I felt my nuts tighten with the familiar surge of cum. I knew if I shot in him, it might cost him his life. If I withdrew, he might survive. But it was too late. I could not stop. I quickened my pace and pounded his bloody hole deeper. The orgasm was the most stupendous I'd ever experienced. 'Wow!' I thought. 'No wonder the world is awash in BUG JUICE!' My spasming Cock shook me to the core as jets of poison erupted up his ass. Then I felt repulsed. I loathed him and shirked away. The sorry little fuck was still tryin' to jack off. I pulled out, got off the bed, and dressed. "What's wrong?" So innocent. "Nothing, Dude. I'm done." He looked a little hurt, but I had bigger fish to fry. He was just a common little slut not worth the fuss. Besides, he'd soon be dead. It had all been so intense, and my balls ached for more. But the fuckin' slut was dead meat, anyway; and my body needed to recharge. I couldn't get away fast enough. That was my first BUGGING experience, and there were many more to cum. I didn't expect to live more than a few years, so my mission became one of fucking to my heart's content. And I did. I'm sure a lot of bottoms succumbed to my disease, but I survived and thrived undeterred. 'As long as I have an ounce of cum left in me….' The best BUGGING was before '96, back when HIV was a certain death sentence. Of course the fear and stigma persist today, but nothing like it was in the days before the cocktail—when death was much more in your face. After a while, I got bold enough to tell the bastards that I was POZ and they were going to die. Then, later, I'd jack off at home—at their panic and dismay. My favorites were the married guys and bi's who had so much to lose. How many of their ilk committed suicide rather than confront their female cunts—fuckin' cowards all! And how I loved to describe to them the course of the disease. Too bad I didn't get out to their hospices or funerals much. But time was of the essence, and there were so many more NEG Cunts to POZ. Of course with all the HIV Disclosure Laws, today it's too dangerous to reveal one’s status. So now I'm Grade A, STEALTH POZZER No. 1. The dudes don't need to know until they get tested. I'll grant them that largess. By then, the 'who' behind their demise will be but a faint flicker in a blur of bareback sex. Anyway, while this year has not been good to me. My T-cells plummeted to below 200, and my VL peaked at one point to over 300,000, but I'm back in the loop. After battling a number of illnesses over the past six months, I have recovered most of my health and vitality and am on the prowl once again—in the back rooms of seedy bars, cruisy parks, and other lewd and lascivious places. I refuse to take meds because I cannot tolerate most of them and am resistant to others. Anyway, I like living on the edge and love it when my viral load is high. It feels so much more lethal, unloading a TOXIC DOSE in some anonymous man cunt. and more virile than ever—due to my lack of meds. So I'm off to the baths. Surely some of you have seen me there. I may have even coupled with a few of you. I've spread my poison there night after night and many afternoons.

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

I was stealthed in my early 20s. I was mad at first but then i started asking guys to stealth me. After a while i just decided to go bb

In fairness, that could apply to many workplaces most Monday mornings… 😂

Yep, you are grooming him, since you ask. IMO, I feel embarrassed for your Dad and your actions with him, I mean, its not even a sexy situation, it feels kinda creepy. I am not judging about sex with family, hell been there and done that, but Its just feels creepy and a non runner, your Dad does not appear interested one bit, but msy feel uneasy with your behaviours. You know, we are all different, different circumstances etc, but why dont you sit your Dad down, open a conversation about feelings, how you wish you could find someone like him as he is awesome, good looking blah blah. Just my view, but hey ho, I aint living your life or your relationship.

Had my bareback conversion last year and am addicted. Currently taken over a hundred loads this year but like a typical cumdump, it’s not enough! Does anyone have any ideas how to go about setting up an anon gangbang as a bottom? The feeling of blindfolding myself as random people gangbang me sounds amazing and really want to do this. Please help. I live in DC.

Been wearing that for 4 days and it’s made me insatiable. Been fucked by 5 guys and took multiple loads from ALL of them. Literally spent more than 6 total hours riding dick. Thanks to this story for the idea!

I fucked him last year (around April I think?) when I was in the LA area, his hole was sloppy as fuck already had i think he said about 23 loads up him.

That’s one of my fantasies as well..... to be a useless fuck toy...... just incontinent and poz and have no choice on who I get a load from.