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Part 4: Dominic takes Will “Take of your pants.” He said. I backed away and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my shoes. With my pants to the side, I ran my fingers along the waistband of my boxers, hesitating for a moment. I watched as Dominic removed his pants, revealing a jockstrap underneath. We stood almost naked taking each other in. I slipped of my boxers, revealing my cock and balls. Dominic smiled. “How big are you?” he asked. “I’m six foot,” I said. “No,” he said. “How big is your dick?” “I don’t know.” Dominic turned and moved to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a tape measurer. “Get hard,” he said, walking to me. I reached down and started jerking my cock, though seeing Dominic in his jockstrap was doing enough on its own. With him standing so close to me, I could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating. “There,” I said, pushing out my pelvis for him to see. He kneeled down, holding the measuring tape out along my shaft. “Eight inches,” he said. “Big boy.” “Is that good?” He smiled up at me. “That’s perfect. Just think, this cock was almost wasted on an ungrateful woman. Good thing I got to you first. Still, it also means that I’m still king.” He removed his jockstrap, revealing a semi-erect cock that took my breath away. “Ten inches and thick.” “I don’t think I can take that,” I told him. Feeling once again worried about my choice. “Don’t worry,” he said, kissing me again. “We’ll go slow… at first. Here, wear this.” He handed me his jockstrap. I looked inside and found some stains. I assumed they were cum and piss stains. Normally, I would recoil, but now, taking it from Dominic, I wanted nothing more than to wear it. As I lifted a leg, he reached out and stopped me. “Smell it first,” he said. Slowly, I raised it to my nose and breathed in, my head spinning from the smell of sweat, piss, and cum. I wanted more. I breathed in deeper, pressing the fabric to my face. My tongue slipped out and ran along the fabric, tasting him. “What do you think?” he asked. All I could do was moan. “Put it on.” I hated that I wasn’t going to smell or taste him, but he wanted me to do what he said. I slipped it on, finding the pouch a bit larger than needed. He really was a big guy. Now with his jockstrap off, I could see the tattoo his towel had been hiding. It was a biohazard symbol, the type you see near fallout shelters. It meant to stay away. For me, I wanted to get closer. “Kneel down,” Dominic said. I did as I was told. He stepped closer, his cock in my face, hard as a rock. “Taste it,” he said. I opened my mouth and took in his mushroom head. I’d never tasted someone else. Not like this. Already my jaw was straining to take him in. On my tongue I could taste his precum. It was sweet. “That’s it, baby,” he said, running his hand through my hair, holding on to the back of my head. “Take in a bit more.” He pushed his cock further into my mouth, invading my throat. I started gagging. “Don’t worry,” Dominic said. “You’ll learn to fight that. You’ll have to. How’s it taste?” His cock fell out of my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin. “It tastes amazing.” He slipped his cock back into my mouth, his hand guiding me further down. I gagged again. There was no way I could take him all. I wanted to, but I knew my limits. I bobbed on his cock, trying to keep my teeth away. I knew little about blowjobs, but I knew you weren’t supposed to use your teeth. I looked up and saw Dominic’s head tilted back. “Is it alright?” I asked him. He looked down at me, a wide grin on his face. “You’re a natural,” he said. “We’ll have my whole cock down your throat in no time.” “How?” “Practice,” he said. My cock was throbbing against Dominic’s jockstrap. I reached down and started rubbing, moaning with pleasure. “A born cocksucker,” Dominic said, watching as I pleasured myself, trying to shove more of his cock into my throat. I was halfway. “Time for something new. Get on the bed.” I stood up and followed him to the bed, crawling to the middle. He went to his desk again and pulled out a tube and small vial. “These will make everything easier,” he said, turning to the bed and climbing up next to me. “Spread your legs. Let me see your hole.” I did as I was told. Several men had seen me naked at the gym when I went in to shower. That experience wasn’t new. Having someone else see my butthole was a new experience. I had yet to have a prostate exam, and other than the fooling around I had done days before, it had been an area unexplored. Dominic looked down and then at me. “You’ll need to open wide for me,” he said. “Pull your knees up to your chest. Show me.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, stretching in ways I’d never done before. “Beautiful,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over my hole. I flinched. “Sensitive,” he said. “Let me see what I can do.” He slipped off the bed and leaned down, bringing his face to my hole. “You’ll enjoy this.” My body seized and I gasped. I looked down and saw only the top of his head as his mouth was open around my hole. I could feel his tongue licking. Is this sanitary, I wondered? Do I care? I’d never felt anything like it. My body shuddered, his tongue probing even deeper. I could feel him enter me. I looked down again and saw his eyes watching me. The same ferocity was in his eyes. He was eating me, devouring me. After minutes of this passion, he moved back and took a deep breath in through his nose. “You smell good,” he said, licking his lips. “You taste even better.” “Really?” He smiled. “It’s time to open you up,” he said. “Here, open his bottle. Close your one nostril and breathe in deep. Try to hold as long as you can.” “What is it?” I asked him. “It’s called a popper.” “Is it a drug?” I asked him. “I don’t do drugs.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s an aid. It’ll help you open up.” I nodded and unscrewed the lid. I held it to my nose, held one nostril closed, and breathed in deep. I almost dropped the bottle as my head continued to spin. I felt light, a warmth rushing through me. At the same moment, I felt something push against my hole, forcing itself inside. I looked down and saw Dominic’s hand out of sight. His eyes met mine. “One finger in,” he said, starting to move in and out. He took the bottle and squirted something on his hand. “Take another hit, and we’ll try for two.” I did as I was told. “Good boy. How about three?” I was in another world. I took two more hits. “Four.” Another two hits. He smiles at me. “That’s five, baby.” His hand pumped in and out of me, my hole open. “Looks like you cut yourself,” he says. “What happened there?” “My finger,” I told him. “It… slipped.” “Sure it did,” he said. “It might open up a bit. That’s not abnormal. Trust me. Sometimes there’s blood.” “Blood?” “Don’t worry,” he says. “Don’t you trust me?” My breath caught. “Of course.” “I think you’re ready,” he said. “Wait,” I said, arresting his attention. “Do you… I mean… do you have a condom?” His face falls. “I don’t use condoms,” he says. “But, don’t you have to?” “If you’re afraid of knocking a woman up, sure,” he said. “But between men, never. There’s nothing like feeling skin against skin. That’s where the true connection exists, feeling your partner’s body, their most sensitive points and places. That’s what it’s about.” “I’m just, I’m not sure,” I told him, my legs dropping from my chest. “I don’t fuck with condoms,” he told me. “I can’t stay hard with one on. Real men don’t use condoms. If you don’t agree, you can leave. That’s up to you.” I saw him leave the bed, standing at full height, his cock curving up, fully hard. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as the man in front of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything. I thought of my dream and how much I had wanted it to be real. Now it was. Why would I lose this chance willingly? I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees back to my chest. He smiled. “Alright then,” he said. “Time to take your virginity.” Dominic crawled onto the bed and returned his hand to my hole, massaging it. “I’ll go slow at first,” he said, “but once I’m in, I won’t be able to stop. Understand?” I nodded. “Then here we go.” He lined up his cock to my hole. “Take another hit,” he said, nodding to the vial. As I breathed deep, I felt what must have been his entire hand pressing against my hole. “Almost in,” he said, smirking. There was a searing pain, my body willing me to move away from this unexpected intruder. “Don’t back away,” he said as if he could read my mind. “There,” he said. “The heads in.” “Just the head?” I asked. He laughed. “Let’s keep going.” The pain increased as he pushed more in. “Keep breathing,” he told me. My hands were shaking, losing the hold of my legs. Dominic grabbed my ankles and held them steady, spreading my cheeks even more. His eyes closed as he continued to surge forward. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so tight. It’s been years since I had a virgin ass to myself. Tell me, baby. Tell me your ass is mine.” “My ass is yours,” I whimpered, still trying to push through the pain. I felt like I was being torn in half. My heart was pounding. How much more of this man existed that was still outside of me? “Almost there,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Just a bit more.” For a brief moment, I thought I was going to die. A ten-inch cock was entering my body. How was anyone able to handle anything so big? I thought of my own cock, knowing it was only two inches shorter. Would someone feel this way if I fucked them, I wondered? A new sensation met me as I felt hair press against my ass. I looked down and saw Dominic’s pelvis pressed against me, his pubic hair mixing with the hairs on my balls. “You did it,” he said, smiling. “All ten inches. You’re not a virgin anymore.” I’m no longer a virgin, I thought. There’s no going back now. “I’m going to wait and let your ass grow accustomed to my size,” Dominic said. “Alright,” I said. “Daddy,” he said. “What?” “Call me Daddy,” Dominic said. “Say it. Call me Daddy, Son.” “Daddy,” I repeated, the word hanging in the air. Dominic smiled. “What do you want your Daddy to do, Son?” “I want you to fuck me,” I said. He raised a brow. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I corrected. He slid out of my ass and then slowly pushed himself back in, causing me to wince. “Who does your ass belong to?” “You, Daddy.” He pulled out again, pushing back in, this time with more force. “Who does your body belong to?” “You, Daddy.” Out and in. “Who does your soul belong to?” “You, Daddy.” “And who will you listen to and do whatever he tells you to do?” “You, Daddy.” “Who’s your master?” “You, Daddy.” “Who do you want to convert you?” “You, Daddy.” “That’s fucking right,” he growled, his pace quickening. I could feel his cock all the way up in my chest, reaching for my heart. With every thrust, he hit a spot in my body that I’d never felt before, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You feel that, Son? That’s your prostate I’m hitting. Only the biggest dicks can make you feel that way, obliterating the spot that makes men quake.” My hand was down to my crotch, reaching beneath the jockstrap, grabbing my cock and balls. I was the hardest I’d ever been. Precum was oozing out of my piss slit, collecting in my pubic hair in puddles. “Let me see that cock,” Dominic said. I pushed the jock’s pouch down beneath my balls, my cock springing to life. A drop of precum flew through the air and stuck to his treasure trail. Without missing a beat, he left go of my ankle and collected the precum on his finger, bringing it to his mouth. He moaned. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So pure. So clean. Let’s see if we can change that.” His pace quickened, the bed shaking beneath us. He started grunting as I moaned, my body unable to contain the waves of ecstasy flowing over me. I took hold of my cock again and started pumping, stopping as Dominic’s hand grabbed my wrist. “Don’t jerk off,” he said. “I want to see you cum hands free.” “Can I do that?” I asked. “Only when a big cock is inside you,” he said. “You’ll see.” He pounded harder. His breathing started to quicken. “I’ve got a huge load for you,” he said. “I can feel it boiling in my balls. Tell me where you want it, Son? You don’t want me to waste it on your stomach, do you?” “No, Daddy,” I said. “You only want it in your ass, right?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Tell me that’s where you want it.” “I want your cum in my ass, Daddy.” “You want me to convert you?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to knock you up?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to make you mine forever?” “Yes, Daddy. Make me yours forever. Cum in my ass.” “You’ve got it,” he growled, pushing as far into my ass as he could, his head thrown back as he cried out. “Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming in your ass, Son. Can you feel it?” “Yes, Daddy. I can feel it.” I could feel his cock throbbing, a warmth spreading inside of me. At that very second, my own cock came to life, shooting ropes of cum into the air, splattering down on my face, chest, and stomach. Taken over by the pleasure, I scooped up my cum and started shoveling it into my mouth, relishing the taste of my first hands free cum. “I’m still cumming,” Dominic cried, looking down at his cock. His body was shaking with each pulse. “Fuck. It’s like it won’t stop.” “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I said, still bringing my cum to my mouth.

Part 1 - I love Scorpios “Julius, your test was reactive. You are HIV positive.” My mouth gaped at the news. This couldn’t be right! I was on PrEP. Although, I guess I was pretty forgetful about taking it. But I always used protection when I bottomed. Well, except for that time with those hunky daddies in the gym shower, and that time with that big-dicked Latino while I was on a run in the park, and that time I blacked out at the club and then shat out a lot of cum the next morning, and that time with… Holy shit! I’m a fucking cumwhore, I realized. Those were just some of my raw fucks in the last month. I don’t even know any of these guys’ names, much less their statuses. I was definitely in shock after learning I was positive, but I felt a weight lifted off of me. Ever since I lost my virginity in my teens, I’d had this constant worry about catching HIV. But I was 23, and I knew it wasn’t a death sentence. If anything, it could open doors in my own personal sexual liberation and exploration. I just had to wrap my mind around it first. I was a healthy young guy with light olive skin and shiny brown hair. I was the skinny 6’2” tall kid throughout high school, but then I started going to the gym five days a week in my second year of college. You could tell! Broad shoulders, strong quads, a tight muscled ass, with a hidden six-pack that would eventually come in once I learned how to diet. I loved bottoming and throating cock. I also loved to top with my thick cut 8-inch dick. When I got home, I made dinner and then stowed away in my room to avoid having to tell my roommate about my day. I did some research on living life with HIV. I learned more about the meds I got and how to reduce risk of transmission. Then I started reading about the poz sub-culture. When I saw that scorpion tattoos indicate a guy is poz and often unmedicated, I remembered that big-dicked Latino in the park. It was early morning and still dark out, and I had just run up the hill at Dolores Park in San Francisco. I was leaning over the back of a bench to catch my breath. My running shorts were riding up, practically exposing my ass. I saw a 5’10” fit Latino guy in his 30s coming up behind me. I’ll call him Nico, because I never found out his name. Nico had probably been cruising along the tracks next to the park. He firmly grabbed my hips from behind and humped his groin against my ass. I could feel he was packing, and I was very curious. I turned around to see this man. Nico had a gorgeous chiseled jawline and a piercing on his eyebrow. I knew the cruising drill, so I got down on my knees and pulled the front of his gym shorts down to reveal a thick 10 inch uncut cock, oozing very thick precum. I lapped up his juices and worked my tongue all over his giant meat before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He throat-fucked me for a few minutes before I lost my composure and started gagging. While I pulled off and coughed to the side, he unzipped his jacket to reveal his stacked abs above a scorpion tattoo with a stinger directed at his massive cock. I was so turned on. I loved abs and I loved Scorpios, so, to show my appreciation, I licked his tat and up his abs until I was on my feet, turned around and bent over. Nico fondled my lightly hairy ass which was still a bit sweaty from my run. Then he tugged down the back of my shorts, grabbed my waist, and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Without any preparation, he immediately and aggressively shoved half of his thick, massive cock into my hole. Luckily, I caught myself before shrieking. Nico didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t care, because again he shoved his dick deeper until I could feel his balls slap against mine. With that, he pounded my hole, repeatedly pulling his dick out to the head and jabbing it back in. I moved my hand from the bench to my mouth to suffocate my yelps. Finally, my body began to adjust, and I could feel his cock pounding my prostate. My yelps turned to moans. I moved my hand back to the bench and exhaled, “Fuuuck. Pound my pussy.” Nico spoke up in a husky voice. “It’s my pussy.” I reached my hand beneath me to feel his cock sliding in and out of my, excuse me, his pussy. I felt owned and simultaneously wild. I looked out at the city view in front of us and almost instinctively moaned, “Breed me Daddy.” This must have turned him on, because he increased his pace. I could feel his cock swell against my prostate and his body tense up. “Seed your pussy!” I exclaimed. Nico thrust his hips forward and pulled my hips farther back, almost merging our bodies. His massive cock erupted ropes and ropes of cum into my bowels. The jerking of his cock with each squirt triggered my prostate and my own cock exploded in the front of my running shorts. The sun was beginning to peak above the East Bay hills as he slowly ejected his cock. “Mmmm no way you’re not pregnant with my babies bitch,” Nico smiled. “I haven’t cum in a week. You’re full of my boys. Don’t let them leak out.” “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled up his shorts and zipped up his sweater. As a parting goodbye, he poked his middle finger up my well-used hole to feel his boys marinating inside me. Maybe he knew they were actively infecting me with his virus. We parted ways. I ran back home with wet spots on the front and back of my running shorts. Any fag I ran by looked at me knowingly and giggled. A few even grabbed their bulges, hoping for sloppy seconds. When I got home, I put in my butt plug and kept his boys in me throughout work. I laid on my bed remembering this awesome experience that I figured was my HIV conversion. I had taken off my clothes and was stroking my cock and fingering my hole, imagining how his boys infiltrated my cells. I was so horny and it was almost midnight. I put on my running shorts and a sweater and jogged over to Dolores, hoping for a reenactment.

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

Part 11 It wasn’t even a question. I was a bit panicked, I was out with my colleagues, who had made dinner plans for Monday evening. We weren’t supposed to meet before next Saturday. I was tempted to say that I couldn’t, that it was too short of a notice. I had to get ready, I wanted to be prepared, but before I could reply anything, he sent a follow up message. -“Don’t even think about saying no, boy. I told you your ass would be mine and that we would meet more than once this week.” -“Okay. But I won’t be ready before 10pm, I need to prepare.” -“No rush, I’m on vacation this week, take as long as you need. I saved my loads for you, haven’t fucked or jerked off in a week and I plan on breeding you and you only this week!” The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. I was very distracted, and my colleagues probably noticed I wasn’t all there with them. All I could think about was that guy I had fantasized so much over the years, that guy who had planted the idea of chasing deep in my brain and was probably about to plant his dirty seed deep in me. What was I about to do? I had vowed to not do anything stupid again after my Paris scare and I had to stop myself several times from messaging him to cancel everything. But despite the anxiety, I was turned on like never before. And I thought about the fact that I was still on PrEp, despite him not knowing. Right after dinner, the jet lag started to hit me hard and I left my colleagues to go back to my room. It was also mostly an excuse to go jerk off. My cock had been hard for a good part of the day and I needed to unload. I started stroking my dick under the hot shower, thinking about that man who would be inside me in about 24 hours. I was imagining his poz dick slowly sliding inside my hole. He had promised to give me several loads and I was craving that cum like a whore. I knew I would be begging for as much cum as possible. I decided to finish myself with poppers so I turned the water off, quickly grabbed a towel and jumped onto the bed. The mirror was right in front of it and I could watch myself playing with my dick and my ass at the same time. I had been working hard at the gym after the end of the last lockdown and I was proud of the results, hoping it would please my guy and encourage him even more to take charge of me. I’m average at 5’8 and 165lbs with an athletic build inherited from years of gymnastics training as a teenager and young adult. With the poppers hitting hard, and replaying what I thought -and hoped - the guy would say as he would push his toxic loads deep inside my hole, I ended up shooting a big load onto my chest and fell asleep almost instantly, without even turning the lights off or cleaning my mess.

I have said this a few times before, but when it comes to cock and cum I am pretty insatiable. I live on the western slope of Colorado, there are a lot of people who travel through for multiple purposes. I view myself as a place for men to cum. It’s not a lack of self confidence issue or anything. I am very confident in myself. I just think my purpose here is to serve as an outlet for men to get their rocks off using my holes. Anywho, i work in a town an hour away from where i live. This town is much bigger with a little more of a gay scene. This town features a lot of business hubs and things like that. A lot of truckers come through here. Work has been super stressful lately but that doesn’t stop me from fulfilling my dump duties. I have recently decided to check out sniffies. Nothing is hotter than anon sex to me, again, i am just a place for men to cum. My sniffies profile features a shot of me taking a big cock at a local gloryhole in said town. I get a message from a blank profile that reads “need to dump, when can you be here?” I respond with “whenever you need.” Dude tells me just to head over to loves truck stop so i do. He’s hosting in his truck. We climb in the backseat and he orders me to take my pants off. I do just that. Im on my back and he’s shoving a spit covered 5 inch cock in my boi pussy. Stings a bit at first but nothing i can’t handle. He lasts a good 8 pumps before blowing his load. I clean his dick off and hop out. The parking lot is busy. Lots of truckers, families, assembly other cruisers. Im aimlessly wandering around all of the big trucks. A handsome bear type hops out of his truck and approached me. He asks which truck is mine. I admit that i was just admiring the scenery. He calls me a “lot lizard” and chuckles. I was unsure of what this meant but he advises me that he’s not complaining and asks if I want to hop in his truck. Of course I do. We hop in the back and he wastes no time shoving a fat cock in my mouth. He’s talking super dirty to me. Telling me I am a filthy slut just looking for cock. He starts fingering my hole and feels a bit of the previous guys cum leaking out. “oh you’re a fucking pig.” He tells me. I smile and reply with “mhm” he flips me over and shoves his cock in me. he only gives me a bout 6 pumps before tellling me he’s dumping inside me. i pull him in close to make sure every drop is in me. He tells me to get the fuck out so i do. I decide to check out the bathroom and see if anything is happening. lots of men stopping in to relieve themselves before continuing their trips. I luckily score the last stall. i strip down to just my jock and slowly peer in underneath to see the cock next to me. He’s standing there, just finishing up his piss with a semi. he starts slowly to sit down but notices me peaking. he drops to his knees without cleaning his dick off and slides it underneath. A few drops of piss still on his tip. I make sure to lick him clean before gargling on his cock a bit. he’s nice and hard now. I slide on to my back and position myself. He slides into my used hole with ease. He starts fucking me deep and slow. He must’ve forgot how busy this bathroom was. He very loudly exclaims “fuck bro, im gonna cum.” before he shoots his load in my slut hole. I clean him off and take the hour drive home with my boi pussy full and happy.

It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

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Some of the comments here are just demeaning and entitled. You don't have a right to another man's dick. Even if you are fucking him. Don't like it? Move on without judgement or kink shaming. I'm a bottom. I love BDSM and M/s play. It's also INCREDIBLY difficult for other guys to get me off. As if it's an over stimulation that doesn't quite hurt, but certainly overloads my body's nerves and shuts things down. I don't hate having guys play with my dick, but it gets to be too much or exhauting fast. Good thing I love being fucked. But I do have a huge libido. And I do jerk off 3+ times a day, every day, and have since I was 9. So what chastity does for me is builds that anticipation and pressure. All while focusing my thoughts on my master or whoever holds the key. Both psychologically and physically it's like having their hand wrapped around my cock and controlling it. Delaying my orgasm and keeping me horny and in anticipation to be used by them. It's a total mindfuck. Especially if you go long term. I don't see myself as "unmanned" or any sexist bull like that. It's an obedience and training method no different than a collar or hood in pup play or sports gear or chains and rope. The dom gets off on the power trip. And I get off on surrendering and being used. Like any good sex, we EACH get to share in what we want. I don't want a guy messing with my dick unless it's BDSM because it's just too much for me. So chastity works wonders as a happy middle ground where I can have constant, low level stimulation in the background. And he gets a mindfucked fucktoy to use whenever he drops his pants. Don't judge other's kinks unless you understand, and have experienced them, first.

Word had been spreading about me in my town but thankfully my identity had been kept secret. I had started secretly giving blowjobs and getting fucked through the hidden gloryhole in our bathroom at the local mall. It first started with one or two times but it grew into more. Being 18 and a freshman in college I felt out of place among all the upperclassmen. I also felt out of place among the other freshmen as well. Growing up my red hair and smallish frame got me picked on so i didn't make friends easily so i mostly kept to myself. Knowing I was gay and saw how the world looked ay the gay community just made me stay to myself even more but it didn't stop me from wanting to glance at the older guys in the gym showers and in the locker room. A few times I got caught looking but it was passed on just by a young guy wanting to see what an older guy looks like. From what I learned from what I saw in porn I have been using anything I can to re-create everything I had been seeing. I started using my hairbrush handle and when I felt I was ready for more I started looking for bigger things to put up my ass. I found a porn shop that had been far enough away from my college so I wouldn’t be noticed and found a few sizes that would do great things to my ass and make me ready for real cocks. When I felt I was ready, that's when I started leaving notes in parts of the school that only guys would see and told them that there is a time and place if they wanted to have a private release during the day. I had two free periods during the school day that were meant for studying but since I already had as much work as I could do I used those periods waiting in the bathroom stall for anyone who saw my notes and wanted to have some fun. The stall next to me opened up and I waited hoping this was the first of many to show up. Sure enough there were two soft knocks on the wall like I asked so it wouldn't be heard and I was excited for this. I lifted the panel keeping the hole hidden and as soon as I did there was an enormous cock with a thick head at the end. I had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches thick with a thick bush of black pubes. I licked my lips in wanting but then i saw written on the tip ass only no suck. I was upset that i couldn't taste it but i was more than happy to spread my cheeks and set myself on what was offered to me. I could hear the softest groan coming from the stall and knew this was going to be fun. The rhythm picked up as I got more and more used to his length and girth making it much harder to stay quiet for the both of us. The guy I guess heard me whimper louder and louder with him going faster making his balls slap loudly on my ass. We had to stop when we heard someone walk into the stall on the other side of mine. In fear I could feel the guy starting to pull out of me without filling my ass with his cum until we both heard the double knock on the wall and I began to feel him push back in. I lifted the second panel and there was a cock that wasn't as long as the one that was pumping into my poop chute but was thicker. Thankfully on the tip of this new member was written suck and swallow. I opened my mouth as much as i could and took as much down my throat. With all my practice at home with various objects I was able to take the whole thing without any issue thanks to not having a gag reflex. Whoever had their cock in my throat was loving it because he moaned loudly when I took the whole thing on my first try. I sat there as this guy fucked my throat without any mercy as the did the guy fucking my ass. Being pounded at both ends felt more amazing than everything I have ever experienced in my life. I couldn't think of any better way to lose my virginity than having two guys at once taking it on each side for the first time. I could feel it when both of these hung stallions were getting close to filling me up with their mature seed. I pushed back to make sure that the guy fucking me was as far inside of my ass to unload everything into it without wasting a drop as well as the guy i was sucking so i could swallow everything offered to me. The school bell rang signaling the first of my free periods were over and They slammed into me at the same time making me moan so much it brought them both overboard. I felt both cocks expand so much and unload everything into my body. I kept up my swallowing so I didn't lose any of the cum being poured into my throat. When both guys were finished and pulled out I set the toilet paper panel back down so neither of them had a chance to look in and see me. The guy who fucked me was the first to leave and shortly after that the guy i was sucking left too leaving me in my sex haze and i took the time to finger out the cum leaking from my un virgined and leaking hole to taste it. Once I ate all the cum from my hole I was hungry for more and felt empty without another cock inside of me. Once the warning bell went on signaling that everyone was supposed to be in class that's when i heard the double knocking coming from the stall that the guy who fucked me had just vacated so i was excited to know what was coming up next.

I was traveling for work and was in a hotel on my own. As soon as I checked in, I noticed the elevator didn't need a keycard and I was in the middle of the gay district. My cock immediately started to grow. My meetings weren't until 3:00 PM, so I pretended my flight was delayed so I could have the morning/mid afternoon to myself. Logging on to Grindr, I located a guy in my hotel - 32 feet away. He looked good from his pics, mid-30s, top, fit, Spanish tall (like me), and hung thick uncut. So I thought 'Okay, let's do this'. I asked him if he was into raw. His reply was "Only," so it was on, giving him my room number. Pulling on my red 'Nasty Pig' jock, I left the door ajar, positioned myself ass-up and awaited his arrival. When I heard the door open, I turned and immediately noticed his height. Now, I'm 6"4' so usually everyone is shorter than me, so I don't really notice height unless the guy is exceptionally tall. In this case, however, he was so tall I immediately thought 'Damn, he's tall as fuck'. I also noticed he was even better than his photographs had suggested. My nine inch cock got rock hard and was now sticking straight of the jock strap. I heard the hot sound of his belt unbuckling, and his jeans hitting the floor. He immediately started eating my ass, the scruff from his beard burying into my cheeks while his tongue borrowed into my hot pink hole. Although my hole is always quite tight, he readily opened me up. While I was nervous about taking his thick piece, he had left my ass wet and slick, so when he him pull off and start to tease my ass with his big purple head, I begged him to slide in. The only thing on my mind was that big mushroom squirting its load in my guts. He entered me slowly - I told him I wanted to feel every inch. I could even feel his head slip out of its hood straight into my hole. His precum and spit was all the lube we needed. He fucked me so hard and deep I could have cum without touching myself. He made me pull apart my cheeks so he could get even deeper. Every thrust hit my g-spot and I was in ecstasy. I was doing all I could not to cum, and he was milking my prostate so much that I was leaking precum like I never had before. At one point the bed was so wet from my precum he actually thought I had cum. Several times he made me lick my own precum and share it with him in a kiss. We fucked for probably 30 minutes in all different positions. My raw ass was his and he could have it any way he wanted. He would now and then pull out and feed me his cock so I could taste all the ass juices and his precum, and then tell him to kiss him with it. After a while, his beard was glistening with all the saliva, ass juice, and precum from both him and me. Finally, I could feel him getting close. He started in that ryhthm which tells the bottom he would soon feel ropes of cum blow into his guts. This guy, however, was definitely in charge, and demanded I beg for his load, demanding I tell him how much I wanted to be knocked up, have his babies in my ass. Finally I pulled my ass cheeks apart so he could breed me deep, he shook slightly, at which point I felt a river of sperm spurt into my insides. His load was feverishly hot, and I could feel every spurt. I was going wild, thrusting and pushing back to suck up every drop. As he came down from his orgasm he lay on top of me, shaking, as my ass continued milking his cock to the last drop. He pulled out and I could feel a solid trail of sperm dribble down my leg. He slapped my ass, commenting it had been an amazing fuck, and moved to dress. Getting up, I thanked him, and learning we would both be at the hotel another day, I gave him my extra key card, telling him I wanted every drop of cum his balls could produce. Smiling, he accepted the key card and stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind himself - but not all the way.... ?

Really? One of the first things legal analysts look at, in close decisions of the Court, are the concurrences and dissents. Lots of people will be focused on the actual decision, but concurrences and dissents, especially when several justices join in them, can be extremely helpful in predicting the direction the Court will be moving. Back when the liberals plus Anthony Kennedy could make up a majority (especially on LGBT issues), the foaming at the mouth dissents from Justices Alito, Thomas, and Scalia were predictable rants about how the founders (or the people who wrote the Civil Rights Act of 1964, for that matter) could not possibly have meant to protect anything related to LGBT people, and thus any "right" to same-sex anything was constitutionally invalid. Thomas is still very up front about that position. He noted in his concurrence in Dobbs that the Court should re-examine not only Roe, but Obergefell (same-sex marriage), Lawrence (consensual private sodomy), and even Griswold (contraception). How is it "fearmongering" or "paranoia" when the senior-most Justice on the Court has written in plain English that he would vote to overrule those cases if given the opportunity? After all, for right-wing Christianists, "marriage" is a sacrament instituted by God, not a legal arrangement between two adults. Thomas would vote to overturn Obergefell in a heartbeat - he's made clear his judicial philosophy is that if a prior decision of the Court is wrong, the Court has the duty to overturn it, no matter how much it may upend life for ordinary Americans. Alito has a similar view. Kavanaugh and Barrett haven't gone THAT far, yet, but they've also made it clear they're not opposed to overturning precedent even when it's well established, and Gorsuch may or may not be willing to join them. At this point, Chief Justice Roberts is almost an afterthought; he's in favor of precedent but there are (as we saw this month in Dobbs) five votes to ignore precedent entirely if they care enough about the issue. When Hillary Clinton said, point blank, in 2016 that voting for her was the only thing that could save Roe, she was right. Some of your misogynistic twits are apparently perfectly okay with the result; all I can say is, wait till it's your turn.

Oh, definitely for me as well. Started out with condoms, squeaky clean holes, and smooth fit bodies to evolving to being a nearly totally uninhibited, raw, BB nasTy dirTy enhanced sex Pig. Much prefer it this way!

Here is the sixth part of my story. The next chapter, part 7, will most likely be the final one of this series. Don't worry, I've already started planning a new one, which I'm sure you will enjoy just as much, maybe even more. Stay tuned! ____________________________________ Part Six – Special Treatment I spent a lot of time, couldn’t even tell you nearly how much, in and out of consciousness after passing out. I can recall feeling very hot, and cold, and hot again. My head was always spinning, my body on fire, and there was always something in my ass fucking me or filling me with fluids. I had completely lost myself to the splashing and squishing sounds and feelings of the rubber, piss, sweat and cum I was bathing in, getting thrown around, pinned down and violated blissfully. My nerves were so fired up my brain was overloading with pleasure, and I wasn’t me anymore, I could only picture myself as a white fiery ball of ecstasy, and my ass hole was the at its center. I don’t know how much time had passed before I could come out of my trance just enough to realise that Daddy was standing beside me while I was still getting fucked, laying on my back and coming out of yet another black out. I looked up and saw a black rubber figure standing over me and pounding me. There was someone else than Daddy having their way with me, and I was slightly drawn back to reality. I was still feverish, but also high as fuck, in the same black rubber room, but now I could see several people around me, all dressed in rubber fetish gear, with a few leather-clad silhouettes here and there. Apparently, Daddy had called a party down there while I was passed out at some point earlier, and I was the center of attention. The man pounding my ass was completely covered in rubber and I couldn’t see his face. As I focused on him, I noticed there was a biohazard symbol, black matte against the black shiny suit, on his chest. I looked down and could see he was fucking me bareback, and I felt relief. I heard Daddy speak. “Looks like my boy is coming out of it. You ok, boy?” I could hear some light chatter and a few laughs around me. “Huh, huh...” was all I could muster. Daddy could see I had a puzzled look on my face. He smiled. “I thought I shouldn’t be too selfish, a new fuck toy with the fuck flu is such a rare occurrence that I couldn’t keep you all to myself. I brought the party down here and called a few more friends to show you off a little. My buddies here will take turns warming up their dicks with your flaming hot hole and fill you with a few more strains. Everyone here is poz, so don’t worry, not a single one of these fucks will be wasted. I also have my dear friend doctor Turner here...” Daddy turned around and pointed to a man dressed in a white latex medical uniform designed like it came right out of the 1950’s and made him look like some crazy evil scientist and gestured him to come nearer. “Dr. Turner is going to assist me in monitoring you so that we can get you as high as you possibly can be without risking any permanent damage. You are quite sick young man, and we’re going to make sure you get the right treatment.” He winked at me. “I got the best team together to take care of you. You’ll see.” He laughed for a few seconds. “Dr. Turner is a virologist and will take the opportunity to study your seroconversion and document everything. He will perform various tests and procedures on you with some special equipment. He is one of the top specialists on HIV, and of course, he is himself poz”. While Daddy was introducing me to Dr. Turner, the black figure pounding my ass was still going at it. Dr. Turner got closer to me and seemed to examine me, poking my body in various places with latex gloved hands like a doctor would do with his patient. “I’m very pleased to meet you, young man. Rick here told me a lot about you, it seems like he finally hit the jackpot. If only you knew how many times he told me about his special project of turning a young straight man like you into extreme gay sex. I could never hear the end of it! But now here you are. Rick told me you took to all of it very quickly, less than 24 hours to turn you around. That’s most impressive. You sure you’re straight?” Dr. Turner was teasing me and laughing, gazing upon my sweaty body being fucked mercilessly by a faceless rubber stud while actively seroconverting. “I don’t think I am anymore...” was all I could faintly manage to say. And it was true. As confused, high and tired as I was, I knew I hadn’t thought about women since that first time I saw Rick with his poz buddy, right before my life got turned upside down forever. Everything Rick did to me, the drugs, the sex, the brainwashing, it all made me forget about pussy entirely. Now all I wanted was cocks. Lots and lots of poz, toxic, big, veiny, hard and glistening cocks. My former identity was quickly becoming a distant memory. I was struggling to think about my past. I’m not sure how much time had passed since all this began, but I felt like my life had always been like that. And it was only the beginning. As I was pondering all of this, the rubber man fucking me tensed up and filled my guts with his toxic cum, shooting rope after rope of sweet thick poz juice deep inside me. Dr Turner gently grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. “Enough for now, we must prepare our patient for the rest of his seroconversion session.” The Doctor snapped his fingers and almost instantly a half dozen guys started moving stuff around. I could barely pay attention as my head was still spinning and I was quite confused because of the fever and the drugs, but soon I saw a medical chair with stirrups being brought near me, and several carts with drawers and all kinds of medical items were pushed all around the chair. A couple of pair of arms lifted me from my rubber bed and before I knew it, I was all lubed up and slipped into a rubber catsuit covering me from head to toe. It was extremely tight and hugging me all over and truly felt like a second skin without any crease or loose part. Rick must have had it made to measure for me. I could feel my body temperature rise quickly as the rubber kept the heat inside, but after a few seconds I could feel air being blown on me by some invisible fan, regulating my temperature and providing relief. I was then installed on the medical chair, legs up in the stirs, ankles and thighs strapped, then my wrists, and finally my torso. In just a few seconds, I was secured and couldn’t move much more than a few millimeters. The air flow was redirected right at me so I could stay cool. The clash between my internal heat against the air-cooled rubber was very intense and unusual, but I loved it. Dr Turner got closer. “We have fitted you with a specially made rubber suit with a few features you might enjoy.” He grabbed something that looked like a needleless syringe at the end of a long tube. “There are several hypodermic ports on your suit that will let us hook you up on an IV so we can feed you nutrients, medicine and, of course, delicious drugs that will keep you awake, high and horny for the duration of this session.” He connected the tube to some metallic button that was on my arm, I could barely see it. I felt a little prick and a cold sensation. “There,” the doctor said, “we’ll fill you up with nutrients since you haven’t been eating anything in a while and likely won't eat solid food any time soon. You should start feeling better very quick. You’ll be a little more aware of what’s happening. On the other hand, I won’t do anything to lower your fever, merely stabilize it. We don’t want you to keep all your senses, after all, don’t we? Ha, ha, ha!” Dr Turner then took a black anesthetic rubber mask and raised it so I could see it well. There was a large rubber tube coming out of it and going to a machine with several gas tanks, meters and what looked like an accordion thingy. I wondered what that was for and what the doctor was going to do with this. He slowly started to lower the mask on my face. His speed was deliberate so that I could take a good look at it. The sight was intimidating, a dark rubber triangle with a hole in the middle, exhaling some unknown gas. I was getting turned on by my own fear and the weirdness of the situation. The mask was finally pressed firmly against my face, forming a tight seal. I tried to breathe but there was no air. I was surprised and started to gasp and struggle. “Calm down, young man, you are very, very sick. That’s why I must assume control of your body functions. Even your breathing will be controlled by me, starting right now.” As he said that, Dr Turner pushed on a lever, and I could hear a loud hiss coming from the machine he was standing next to. The accordion bag quickly inflated and deflated, pushing a rush of air into the mask stuck on my face, forcing me to breathe in. Once my lungs were full, the machine went into reverse and sucked all air from my lungs, just to do it all over again. If I tried to breathe myself, it wasn’t working. I was at the mercy of the machine and couldn’t do anything but let it breathe for me. I felt a rush of heat coursing all over my body against the rubber suit covering me and felt very helpless trying to pull against my bonds holding me firmly in place. While I was trying to get used to the rhythmic forced breathing I was being subjected to, Dr Turner got out of my field of view. Daddy came closer to me and started caressing and squeezing my body tenderly. I was starting to wonder where he was and felt relief seeing him near me. “You look wonderful my boy, hooked to this machine. You enjoy it, don’t you, that complete loss of control, right? Are you starting to understand what it truly means to be my slave? To be owned by me? Aren’t you glad you surrendered your life, body and mind to me? I’m so proud of you boy, so happy I found you. You’re so happy I found you too. With these bonds, with these machines, with my virus, my friends, within your slavery and submission I finally set you free. This is what you’ve been looking for your whole life. You just didn’t know where to look.” Daddy was right. Before I met him, I always knew there was something missing from my life, something I wanted but never knew what it was. I was without purpose and aimlessly going through life, completely lost and desperate. I was finally at my place. I had found my purpose and I didn’t want to change it for anything. Being reminded of this was comforting and Daddy knew it. He would use this in the future to further control me and increase my already complete submission to him. Being his slave, being owned by him, stripped of my freedom, infected with his virus, bound to him by this disease, used as an object with no way out or back to my old life was turning me on like crazy. It was a never-ending source of pleasure and ecstasy. Daddy grabbed my cock and I realized I was extremely hard, which was starting to feel unusual since all the chemicals I was taking prevented erections. The focus was pretty much always on my ass since the beginning and made me kind of forget about my cock. He started slowly jerking me off and precum started oozing out of it. He stopped. Dr Turner came back in my view, holding a clear plastic tube with a latex membrane inside it in front of my eyes to show me. “I think you are familiar with this device, as your Daddy told me. We are going to use it to further our control over your body and extract samples of your sperm throughout your conversion. Will be interesting to measure any changes it will go through. You’re going to enjoy this. No matter what we pump into your system, you will be forced to stay hard”. With that said he got the tube close to my cock, and as it barely touched the tip my cock was swallowed almost violently by the strong suction of the device. It felt amazing and I tried letting out a cry in my breathing machine, but without any control over my lungs I couldn’t manage to make a sound. The base of the tube reached my groin, my cock completely buried in the tube. The tube pulled so strongly I was afraid it would rip my cock off, but just a second later it let go of it, just to swallow it again. And just like that, I was being slowly milked like a cow. So now I was tied up, rubbered up, my breathing machine controlled, and my cock slowly milked, feeling very hot and dizzy due to the fever, at the center of a huge orgy, my legs held wide apart and my gaping and oozing hole in full view and accessible to anyone, feeling totally vulnerable. I tried to take a look around and saw several men having sex in various ways. I saw a black rubber guy fucking some dude in chaps, another pissing in a dude’s mouth. There was someone being fisted on a sling. And that was only in front of me, I could hear a whole lot more coming from the sides and behind me, but I couldn’t move my head to see. The moans and sounds fed my arousal, and I couldn’t wait to get to the next part of my “treatment”. Daddy was standing once again in front of me. He grabbed my thighs and squeezed them hard all over, smiling and moaning. “I sometimes find it a bit paradoxical how much I enjoy a rubbered boy, and how much I hate condoms and safe sex. I wish I could keep you permanently locked into a rubber suit, make you my rubber gimp. You look so sexy, all tight, slick and shiny like that. Maybe at some point I’ll permanently rubberize you. Further erase your identity and truly mold you to my will. We’ll see. But don’t worry, that latex is never getting on my dick, or any dick that will fuck you in the future.” As he was speaking, and as I was picturing myself being locked forever in this latex outfit, I could feel something changing in my breathing. Dr Turner, next to me, was pushing some buttons and my next inhale was different. Poppers! I was fed a massive dose of pure amyl once, twice, and again, and again. Ten massive hits before regular air came back. By the last hit I was seeing stars and flying high. I could feel my hope gaping more than ever and my cock somehow getting even bigger in the milking tube. The rubber on my skin felt electric and I was starting to get desperate to get fucked. I didn’t have to wait long before Daddy buried his cock deep in my ass and started slowly fucking me. “Oh god, my boy, you ass is exquisite.” He didn’t last long before emptying his balls inside me. Being fucked while hooked up to this breathing machine felt very strange and uncomfortable to say the least, as I couldn’t regulate my breathing to match what I was feeling, the pleasure and pain from having a huge dick ramming my hole and stretching my ass muscles and nerves. I just had to let it happen, but it wasn’t easy at all. Daddy got out and Dr Turner took his place. He unbuttoned his rubber trousers and got his massive cock out. I was impressed, he was just as big and large as Daddy. “Time to see what Rick was raving about. You ready?” I tried to reply but was quickly reminded that it was impossible to talk or move so I just let him enter me. His poz cock got in like it was nothing, my ass being already well prepared, stretched out and lubed with lots of poz cum and silicone oil. In under a second the doctor was completely buried inside, and he let out a loud moan. “Woah, your Daddy wasn’t kidding. Your hole is one-of-a-kind warm tight thing. I may have to schedule frequent follow-up appointments for my new patient, young boy. This is a true delicacy.” Dr Turner started picking up the pace but eventually matched the rhythm of the breathing machine so he would go in and out twice with every breath. I could see Daddy behind him fiddling on the machines. A new sequence of popper hits was administered, and I was once again flying with the doctor’s dick pleasuring my hole. I suddenly felt the urge to beg for his poz toxic cum but since I still couldn't talk, there was only a weird guttural moan coming from my throat, ripped out by the breathing machine extracting air from my lungs against my will. “You enjoy your treatment so far, boy?” Dr Turner asked with a grin. “We’re just getting started. I have brought several of my “patients” here with me. Of the top of my head, I’d say we have at least 6 or 7 different HIV strains which will be administered to you, all anally, over the next few hours. I’ll be monitoring your viral load in the coming hours, days and weeks and see what stuck. You’ll become so toxic we’ll have to contain you here forever before you become a public health hazard, boy!” He started laughing while still fucking me. I could tell he was really enjoying this scenario, which was all too real, even if it looked like he was joking. I was enjoying it just as he was. The thought of becoming so toxic I had to be contained was strangely appealing to me and turning me on even more. Daddy was hearing it all and enjoying it just as much. He got close to my ear and started whispering. “That’s right boy, you’re getting exactly what you wished for. We’re turning you into something barely human anymore. A mere object of pleasure, a rubber toxic gimp, a danger to society, a bioweapon I can use to inflict pleasure and pain. The blood and cum I’ll extract from you will be so toxic and dangerous it will attract all the bug chasers and HIV perverts all over the world. You will become a legend. How does it feel, boy? How does it feel to become what everyone normal fears but all the twisted perverts like you and me crave so badly? You are the vessel to all perversion, pregnant with the promised gift soon available to all the sick fucks who want it, either knowingly or not.” All this talk from Daddy and the pounding from Dr Turner got me so turned on that I could feel my dick starting to twitch inside the milking tube as my orgasm was exploding. The machine kept pumping rhythmically like nothing was happening, completely oblivious to my spasms and the cum I was feeding it. It never slowed down, nor picked up speed. It remained steady and pumping, mindlessly ready to collect as many loads as necessary, no matter how I felt about it. As my orgasm subsided, the pounding and the pumping kept going like nothing happened. I quickly got uncomfortable and wanted it to stop, and my Daddy knew it. He got back the machine once again and I soon felt something cold in my arm. Suddenly the breathing machine disengaged, and I could breathe on my own, just in time for a violent cough to hit my lungs, the now familiar sensation of being slammed taking me to yet another high of horniness. “Your fever has gone down a little bit in the last hour, we can try some stronger medicine for your treatment without risk. Enjoy the ride boy, you have a very long session ahead of you.” As my senses were coming back following the slam, Dr Turner picked up the pace and was now going really fast in my ass. I could feel his dick getting larger as he was nearing an orgasm, right before he exploded with a scream and shot rope after rope of poz cum deep inside my guts. As I was getting used to breathe on my own once again, Dr Turner pulled out with a satisfied look on his face, stepped back to the machine, pulled a lever and the breathing machine reengaged, once again controlling my breathing. I realized I really enjoyed the feeling of having no control over my most basic bodily functions and relaxed, letting the machine do its thing. My mind gradually disconnected from what was going on around me. I could hear Daddy and Dr Turner yelling something about forming a line and taking turns, as another rubber man with a bright red biohazard symbol on his chest was taking place in front of me and filled my ass with a new poz cock, satisfying my growing animalistic hunger fed by the slam and another round of popper breathes. Behind the shiny black and red rubber figure I could see at least a dozen guys waiting for their turn, some holding their cock, some jacking off or blowing their neighbor. My pleasure kept growing more and more until I lost track of my thoughts and sensations, riding the very long wave which seemed to have no end.

Fuck yea SIR

I've enjoyed giving and receiving a brutal deep throat fuck. When I do this, I or my cocksucker wears an open mouth gag. That way the feeder has wide open access to the cocksucker's throat. The last time I did this I was on my back on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. My fuck bud strapped the pen mouth gag on me and shoved his cock deep down my throat until his ballls were pressed hard on my nose. He held my head tight and started to fuck my throat. Yeah I was choking and gagging but he kept going and finally he nutted deep in my throat. Man I struggled to breathe especially when he was feeding me his load but it was worth it to see the look of total lust in his face and feel his balls slamming into my nose. Best way to orally milk a man.

That ^ may be somewhat accurate, and it may not, depending on the tightness of the Hole. Most of us know what a toilet "plunger" is, which depends on suction to deal with less-than-pleasant situations. Since that dependability is not available in circumstances like these, the "suction" function should be replaced with displacing certain substances with water under mild pressure, which is then easily dismissed. There may be other variables in play (physiology, etc) - but it's worth being sure, rather than "just enough". Nothing is more off-putting than discovering - midway into the fuck - than evidence that an incomplete prep job failed to achieve the intended result. Shallow prepping may not be appropriate 🙄

Guy literally just left, he put a hot wet cum lode in my hole. In and out, I usually prefer more than that, but whatever, will take it how I can get it

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kjGJdwwpMi4a I'd love this porn star, would love to take his load!

As soon as we got to his room, Boots threw me face down on the bed and plunged in hard, Loz and Rat’s cum squelching between us and soaking his Y-fronts. “Arhg, Boots!” I sighed as we bounced on the mattress. “You like it, eh, Rabbit?” “Fuck yes!” He sped up, and soon pumped more cum into me. When he pulled out, I span round to clean him but he palmed me away, pulling his Y-fronts off and wiping his cock with them. “Damn, how do you stay hard like that?” “Just do. Can cum at least three times before I go down. But tonight I’m just gonna sleep in you and fuck again in the morning.” With that he hauled the blankets up, slid in behind me and eased in as we fell asleep. True to his word, I was woken when he started plunging into me. I just whimpered, clamping and wriggling on his shaft. It wasn’t long before I was taking my fifth load of spunk since last night. He got up, wiped his cock on yesterday’s Y-fronts and tossed them to me, “Souvenir,” he smiled, and quickly dressed. I sniffed the pants then pulled them to head upstairs for breakfast. “Great wankpants, there, Rabbit!” Rat grinned, and groped me as I went past. “Hmmm, still wet.” He licked his smiling lips and headed out. Once we’d eaten, Boots let me out by the shop, giving me a hard deep kiss on the way, “See you later, Rabbit!” he called after me and I practically floated back to halls. As soon as I got in my room, I stripped to my new pants and pulled my aching balls and rigid cock through the Y like they’d showed me. It took only a minute or so for me to soak them with my own load. Needless to say, I didn’t get much work done, but there were no assignments due. I wore my wankpants for the rest of the weekend, only showering on Monday morning before lectures. At GaySoc on Tuesday, Russell droned on about something about age of consent and legal shit, but I wasn’t paying attention – I could smell Keith’s sweat and just wanted to get in his pits and on his cock. When we got to the bar, I couldn’t help openly sniffing him. He looked at me a bit awry but I just smiled at him. As we finished our second pint, I leaned closer and said, loud enough for the rest of the group to hear, “Let’s go to my room so you can fuck me.” His face went beetroot, but I saw his bulge twitch and nudged him when I stood up, “Well, you cumming or not?” He scrambled after me and five minutes later we were on my bed, my face in his pits and his cock in my arse. Luckily, I’d managed to use the shower to douche earlier, but it had been awkward. There was a letter from my mum in my pigeon hole the next morning – they were visiting at the weekend and we were going for dinner for her birthday. I’d planned to go to the club Friday, but figured it’d be a bad idea. Turned out, the visit gave me a chance to get some new clothes. I told them I needed jeans, T-shirts and boots for the machine shop classes starting after reading week and they were only too happy to buy them. When they left I had two pairs of jeans (one black, one blue,) two polo shirts (black with yellow detail, and dark blue with white,) and a respectable pair of work boots. When the next Friday came round, it was the start of reading week. I had quite a bit of catching up to do, so planned to go to the club then work the rest of the week. I got myself ready – douche but no shower – and pulled on the wankpants (now significantly more cum-stained,) blue jeans and polo and the new boots. I’d been wearing them all week to get used to them and make them look less perfect but they’d given me blisters and my feet ached. I hoped Boots could help me break them in. It was chilly, so I threw on my green canvas snorkel-parka and headed to Boots’ shop. “Just a minute!” he called from the back. “It’s Rabbit!” I called back, and he practically ran to let me through to where he was working on a nasty looking pair of high heels. He sniggered, “Yeah… But that’s the job and these aren’t the worst things girls put on their feet.” He bundled be up in a hug even before I could get my parka off. He got back to work and I sat chatting while he finished off. “I got my parents to buy me jeans, shirts and boots.” “Yeah?” he was intent on his work, but still listening. He looked up when I took off my parka and hopped off the stool so he could see me full length. “Oh, nice. How are the boots?” “Uncomfortable. I’ve got two blisters on each foot.” “You’re wearing them wrong, or they’re not quite the right size. We can do something about that. I’ve got some of those boots and they’re good. You’ll have to learn to care for them, too, ‘cos I ain’t doing all the polishing.” He stabbed me with his eyes wearing a twisted grin, then went back to the shoe. I sat silently watching him work. I realised the odd tangy smell he had under his sweat was glue and shoe-leather. A few minutes later, he tied a tag on them and I followed him through to the shop where he slid them into a rack with a load of other women’s shoes. A second rack had men’s shoes and boots. When he turned to look at me, there was a concerned look on his face, “There’s just one problem…” he said as he came towards me, then he scruffed my hair and laughed. “You look so worried. Gotta do something with this.” “Whoh…” I realised I’d been holding my breath at least since he’d said ‘problem.’ “I wanted to shave, but I’d make a mess of it.” “Come on…” he turned on his heel and left the shop. When I went out, he was standing outside the barber’s next door. We went in and he called out, “Oi! Blades! Got space for a shave?” The two barbers looked round – a plump skinhead, and slim punk with black spiked hair, both a bit shorter than me. “Yeah, take a seat. This the lad you been harping on about, then?” Boots smiled at me, “Rabbit, this is Clipper and Blades.” He indicated the punk and skin in turn, each nodding to me. Blade was snipping away at a guy in his 50s and Clipper was working on a punk with dye and bleach and who knows what. The guy already waiting got seen next for a quick trim, then I sat up in the chair. Blades quickly clippered off my hair then wrapped hot damp towels round my face and head, patting them down. I watched him deftly hone and stop a straight razor, then work up a bowl of lather with his brush. Removing my face towel, he lathered me up and swiftly got rid of my stubble, all the while stroking my cheeks and neck. It was intensely erotic and I was getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans. He slapped a very cold towel on me, then standing behind, lightly slapped my cheeks a few times. He repeated the same on my head, until I was completely shorn. He whipped off the bib and set about cleaning his kit while I looked at myself in the mirror. Then he did the mirror round the back of my head, thing and said, laughingly, “Can I get you anything for the weekend, sir?” and winked at me in the mirror. “Er… No, that’ll be all, thanks. How much…?” he waved the question away and I hopped down to let the next customer in. Outside, I stroked my scalp and felt the breeze over the smooth skin. I was grinning like mad when I went back in to Boots shop. When he finished the brogues he was re-soling, he took me through to the back stairs and stroked my head and face before giving me a long deep kiss. “It’s a while before the shop shuts so go up to the den and get some tea going.” He kisses me again and I headed off upstairs. “Oh,” he called after me, “go see Rat next door, he’ll sort you out with bleachers, then get your boots and socks off and put some salt and vinegar on your blisters. It’ll hurt, but they’ll dry up nice and fast.” I ducked through the back door to the clothes shop and Rat nearly fell of his stool behind the counter, “Rabbit?!” “Hi, Rat. Boots said to come get sorted with bleachers.” Once we’d found a pair that fitted, and a pair of light blue braces, I went up to the den with instructions to wash the jeans in the bath. When I came out of the bathroom, Loz was making tea and getting dinner. He looked me up and down and smiled, “Well, well, ain’t you the fast worker.” He grabbed a shallow enamelled gazunder, dumped some salt and vinegar in it and poured water from the kettle in, “Get your feet in that, Boots’ll deal with the rest.” I took the gazunder, and a mug of tea, into the den and bathed my blisters in the stinging water. Rat came in while later with a skinhead I didn’t know. He was a couple of inches shorter even than Rat, and a bit podgy, “Oi! Rabbit, this is John. How are the jeans?” “Hanging over the bath to dry.” Rat was already stripping to his wankpants as the new bloke sat down. “Let’s go see.” I followed him to the bathroom and he had me strip and put the wet jeans on, then sat me on the hearth in front of the fire in the den to dry faster, “We need to get bleach on these tonight if you’re going to wear them Sunday night.” “What’s Sunday?” I asked, turning to warm the back of my legs. “Special night at the club. Skins, punks, rudies, all sorts really. It’s ska, reggae, twotone, northern soul and stuff.” “All gay?” “Nah. But all friendly. The NF fake skins and their mates wouldn’t dare come.” Just then, Boots came in carrying a bundle of boots by the laces and some socks. “How’s the feet?” “Bit better.” He dropped the boots by the fireside chair and the socks at my feet, “Put the thin ones on then the heavy ones over the top and over your jeans, and try your boots on. Won’t be a mo.” He went off to the kitchen, returning with tea and a cloth drawstring bag. As he sat in the fireside chair, he nodded at my boots, now laced up on my feet, “Better?” “Much, but don’t think I want to be wearing them much for a few days.” “Don’t worry about that,” he laughed, “we gotta get them polished up yet. Might as well get them off. You need a pair of rough boots.” We spent about half an hour trying on the boots he’d brought in until I’d chosen a comfortable pair I liked the look of – these had cleats up the sleeve instead of eyelets, which I thought looked the business. “Grub up!” Loz called from the kitchen, and we all piled in for a bowl of stew. After food, Loz, Rat and John headed down to the club, “Take it you two will be bust up here tonight,” Loz smiled at us. “Yeah,” Boots nodded, “boots to shine and jeans to bleach.” “OK. I’ll buzz if we need you,” and he left. We sat by the fire that evening, Boots showing me how to polish my boots. Warming the old polish over a candle to wipe it off, melting in new polish, brushing and buffing, then just a thin layer, brush and buff. I’d gone over the rough boots and my new ones twice each an hour or so later when Rat came in. “Those jeans dry yet?” he said, stripping. “Yeah, pretty much,” I told him. The three of us headed to the bathroom and Rat showed me how to wet areas of the denim and put bleach crystals on to make a pattern. I went for a wide white streak over the bum seam, with drips going down the back of the legs, and random patches on the front and lower down the back. It tok another hour before they were hanging over the bath drying off. Rat disappeared again and Boots and I went back to polishing, drinking beer, having a spliff and listening to music until the others came up at the end of the evening.

Part 4 I had just finished cleaning up Jake's cock. I did a better job this time not clanking his PA on my teeth. While the taste wasn't terrible, it did leave a funky taste in my mouth. Jake brought me another beer to kill the taste of my ass (my count Jake called it) but it had a weird taste all its own. I gulped it down quickly and Jake said good boy. My mind was a disorganized mess. I knew I should be upset at what had happened but yet I didn't refuse. I didn't consider myself gay but I did enjoy parts of it. His cock did feel good inside of me and that messed with my head. What the hell is wrong with me? He kept calling me "boy" which kinda made me laugh because although he never asked me for my name, which is Boyd, my nickname was boy growing up. While I was trying to think about this, the room seemed to spin again and I also got sleepy again. Must be the warmth of the fireplace. Jake kept himself busy for a bit, texting, trying to get ready for something? but I really couldn't concentrate. Jake seemed to notice I was fading a bit and said "time to get busy boy". I was still on the big bed and Jake just plunged one of his thick calloused fingers back into my backside. I yelped a bit and Jake covered my mouth with his again and said shhhh boy. Let daddy work his magic again. What I felt again was that burning in my ass which was really sore from his first go at me. I got really warm after that and the burning stopped. Jake said my count has really closed up but it was sucking his finger in. He hit that spot inside which made me quiver again. He added his second finger after applying more of that burning lube inside me. Seems like the more lube he added, the more I liked his fingers invading me. Once again I was pushing back on his fingers to get more inside me. Jake's fingernails seemed a bit sharp and felt like they would scrape and cut into me once in awhile. That definitely didn't feel so good. Jake said I was opening up good but this time he had me roll on my back. He he kissed me passionately and his scruffy face was turning me on against my smooth face. In a way, Jake was the man I always wanted to be. He was handsome, scruffy, confident, hairy, and he definitely had a big thick dick. He pulled another two syringes out of his side table and said he wanted us both to feel good. I objected as I said that I couldn't do drugs as I got tested being on the college wrestling team but he said not to worry about that because it was vitamin T, just a natural endorphin. I really didn't know what vitamin T was and he quickly tied off my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and he drew out a bit of blood. He looked down at me and smiled again and said "ready to blast off kid? I was about to answer when he emptied the contents of it into me and pulled off the tie. Immediately I started coughing and felt short of breath. My heart rate shot up and I felt flushed. I managed to catch my breath but then I felt incredibly euphoric and horny. Jake repeated the process on himself and coughed a little bit too. His eyes looked so dark. He lifted up my legs onto his broad shoulders and shimmied up close between my legs. He spit on my ass but he had put a fresh dip of Copenhagen in his lip and fuck did that burn! Jake said dipspit makes the best lube and I was gonna find out. He teased my hole with the head of his dick. Putting pressure on it but not really penetrating. It was driving me crazy. I knew I shouldn't want him to be inside but my cunt as Jake called it was wanting it bad. He spread my legs apart and kept a steady pressure on and he skin rolled back and his head gained entry. It didn't hurt as bad as the first time. He was using short little thrusts and sinking more into me each time. Wasn't long before I felt his wooly bush up against my ass. He just stayed there a few minutes and I felt him flexing inside of me. He changed the angle a bit and was brushing against something inside of me that made me quiver each time. I loved that feeling and started meeting his thrusts to make that quiver stronger. He let my legs drop down and I felt his hairy chest on my smooth on and his tongue invaded my mouth like his cock was invading my ass. I was in sensory overload. I was moaning in his mouth. His sweat was falling on me and I was also aware of his personal scent. It was masculine like him. It just turned me on more. He started picking up the pace and really jackhammering into me. My cock stayed semi hard but I was leaking clear precum which I had never really done before. He said " boy you have a real good cunt on you and if you are lucky I will have you pregnant by morning". I thought that was an odd comment as guys can't get guys pregnant. The sensations he was giving me was very intense and I started tingling inside. I felt an impending orgasm and just as I started it, my ass clamped tight around his cock and I started shaking. He got close to my face as I was orgasming and yelled down at me "Boy do you want my seed to make you pregnant tonight". I yelled back at him Yessir make me pregnant with your seed and he went through his own convulsing on top of me and inside of me. It took a bit for us to calm down after that, we were glued together by our sweat and my cum. His seed was deep inside me. I didn't hear anything but by the door, I heard a voice I recognized saying "Looks like I got here at the right time".

I love hot humid Southern Ontario summer nights. Especially when my hubby is away like this particular one. I had tossed back three generous gin and tonics with my rare barbecued steak for dinner and it was getting dark. I decided to head out for a walk wearing only sandals and red flimsy gym shorts. They did little to conceal my semi erect cock and if I wasn't careful it could grow and peek out through the leg. This knottiness mixed well with the booze in my system and the sensual humid air. I walked the railtrail beside our bay hoping this might be one of those rare nights I came upon someone interested in an anonymous encounter. Other than the voices of some teens likely skinny dipping I didn't meet or hear anyone. That is until I got to the high end condo under construction next to the trail. A security company vehicle sat by the side of the fenced work site and a young guy in his uniform sat in the driver's seat, window rolled down. The closer I got I could make out he was a turbaned East Indian. Probably 20 years old, small stature and warm inviting smile. I approached his open window and we chatted about the weather, sports and some sporty cars that drove by. He was a sexy little bugger and I had to sheild my crotch with my hand. He noticed and grinned. I asked if he was alone at this site all night. "Yes " "It must get boaring?" I added. "Yeah, a bit. Don't tell anyone but sometimes my girlfriend drops by to help with that. " "Oh. Is she coming tonight?" "No, she's also at work." I was disappointed to hear she existed but decided to go for broke. "Does she suck your cock to help pass the time?" "No! Are you kidding? She's very religious. " "Have you ever had your cock sucked?" "No." "Do you want to change that tonight?" "I don't want to get in trouble. Besides who would do it? You?" "It would be my pleasure. We could slip inside out of sight. " "No I don't think so. " My erection was now poking out the leg of my shorts and I could see his trousers tenting. "Could we be quick? I don't want to loose my job." He opened the gate and we scrambled into the middle of the unfinished building. I slipped out of my shorts, crouched and opened his trousers. To my delight I was facing a ten inch long straight pole of an erection. I knew immediately which hole I needed this beautiful cock in. I proceeded to give him a very well practiced blowjob and from his moans I didn't need to ask if he was enjoying it. When I figured I'd edged him close to shooting I stopped and told him I wanted him to fuck me. "I don't have a condom, do you?" he asked. "Let's go to the roof I responded ignoring his question. I didn't bother gathering my shorts and had him equally as naked by the time the elevator cage reached the roof. I led him by the hand to the bay side of the building. I leaned against the railing and directed him to move in behind me. When he was in place I grabbed his magnificent cock and teased it against my hole. I pushed back and as his head penetrated I gasped. He asked; " Are you sure?" "Never more so was my enthusiastic response. Slowly but surely I pushed back 'til he was balls deep. This was all too much for his virgin cock and he blasted away deep into my guts. Immediately he apologized and I assured him there was nothing to apologize for. "But I came in your ass." "Exactly what I was hoping for, Thanks. ... You're not getting soft. Why don't you keep going?" He needed no encouragement and was pounding away at my sloppy hole. He fucked two more loads into me before we heard the elevator gate slam shut. We hadn't heard it move being so engrossed in our fucking. "My supervisor! Shit, my clothes are on that elevator. What are we going to do?" "I suggest you keep fucking." Came the deep voice of the handsome bear that was already slipping out of his clothes. The young Indian was to frightened and backed away. The supervisor now naked and sporting a beer can thick six inches dove into my ass with his bearded mouth. When he pulled off licking his lips he said. "Fuck, better than I thought. How many loads have you pumped into this trespasser?" "Three" "Well time for me to catch up!" And he plunged balls deep into me proceeding to rail me for the next hour and blast me full of three loads. "You ready to go again. " he asked the young Indian. The 10 inch cock was back up my ass and the supervisor was backing his ass hole onto my raw cock. We found the perfect train rythm and 20 minutes later when the guard emptied again into my flooded ass I shoot my load into supervisor. None of us got dressed until we got back to the ground floor where the supervisor's deminor became very officious. "Don't ever let me catch you trespassing here again or you'll get more than 'security deposits.' I wondered what he meant as I walked home not even trying to keep the cum from leaking onto the ass of my gym shorts.

As someone who has always been at least verse curious, and has been fully versatile since my 1st time bottoming, I can't wrap my head around why so many gay (and bi guys when they have sex with men) have such a strong tendency towards bottoming. While there have been more bottoms than, tops and versatile guys for the entire 30 odd years I have been having sex with men, it seems like the tendency towards bottoming has been increasing significantly over the last 5- 10 years. I've always enjoyed gay sex as an act between equals, not necessarily fit for that, but with the idea that we all have cocks and balls to be enjoyed as well as holes to be fucked. In 30 plus years I have only hooked up with 2 or 3 guys that topped me on multiple occasions that did not eventually take my dick in their ass, yet I have probably had multiple hookups with a 1000 guys or more who will never top anyone, or "versatile" guys who won't even consider topping a guy once they have bottoms for them. The rarest of the rare, and my favorite are the guys that flip with me on most of our encounters. What is your opinion on why does this strong tendency towards bottoming exist? Is the tendency towards bottoming getting more pronounced? Is there more ED issues than there was in the past? Are the ED issues related to increased drug use? Is it purely psychological? If you are a total bottom or primarily a bottom that does not suffer from ED is there anything (like an almost total lack of tops) that would inspire you to become more versatile?

This story was told to me by a work colleague and it’s basically what he dictated. He invited me to watch a shared hotwife play session, and I can verify that the pussy in question is indeed ruined. There’s some cum-eating. If this isn’t your thing, bow out now. _____ I’ve always had a thing for stretched out pussy. I don’t want to slip my dick into a tight pink clam, I want it loose, wet, and open. I’m lucky to have a great wife, Michele, who has had a blast on this shared wife journey. She’s as into it as I am, if not more. And we really don’t care if you approve. Michele is petit and curvy. She hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience before we started dating, and to be honest, neither had I. We watched adult videos together and learned a lot. I guess that’s why fantasies came easy to us, so did talking about them. She brought up that she fantasized about me about sharing her with another guy. So, we looked into that and it turns out it’s totally a thing. There’s not a lot of mainstream porn out there made for straight couples who enjoy sharing their wives with other men, especially with a goal in mind of stretching out her pussy. Some dudes get into humiliation, but that’s never done it for us. It’s more about a confident couple enjoying something a little wild from time to time. From the start, we decided to only play with other guys together, and we agreed to get every guy tested for STIs before we meet up. We usually only play when she’s in her safe time of her cycle, so disease and unwanted pregnancy isn’t part of our jam, neither are condoms, but we’re smart about it. Now, we’ve played with a lot of guys and never had a scare or broken our rules. From the start of our relationship, I’ve always loved sliding into Michele’s pussy when it’s nice and juicy. I love lazy weekend afternoons because we can have a nice long fuck session together. I’ll cum first then lap at her creamy pussy until she cums on my face, and then I’ll fuck her again. That second fuck is our favorite because it just feels amazing for us both. Two loads squelching around in her pre-fucked cunt sounds and tastes delicious. I asked her if she thought about other men while I railed her cummy pussy and she whispered that she was at that moment pretending I was sliding around in another guy’s seed. That made me cum inside her immediately, filling her pussy with a second thick load to ooze out of her. I fingered her to a cummy final orgasm before cuddling with Michele in sticky afterglow. After one pussy-drenching session, Michele asked if she was loosening up down there. She’d looked at her pussy in a mirror for the first time when she was at the mall, of all places. Michele had been trying on a swimsuit over her underwear and managed to grab her panties to the side as she changed. She looked at her pussy in the changing room mirror and then really stared at it in detail soon after she got home. It's not a secret that I have a respectable six inch cock. Michele was happy with my size but worried that she wasn’t as tight as she was years ago. She joked that my six inches must have been enough to permanently stretch her out. I told her that she was even more beautiful now than the day we married. I did acknowledge that her cunt was more opened up than it had been, but that that turned me on. Shortly afterwards, I came in her pussy and she squatted over my face. I gasped at how gorgeous Michele’s freshly-bred pussy looked with fresh loads pouring out. I’ve never been squeamish, so I lapped up those pearls of seed, and moaned as I ate her opened-up pussy. Michele asked me if I’d be more turned on by her pussy being even more stretched-out. I nearly came just thinking about it. That night, we went online and bought some training toys, starting with realistic rubber dildos a bit bigger than me going all the way up to 12”. I spent several weeks playing with her pussy with my tongue, cock, and that 7” dildo. After getting used to it, and her pussy taking even longer to tighten up a bit after a session, she asked if I could find a man with a seven-inch dick to share her with. I made an ad, and this handsome guy, Tim, replied with some face, body, and dick pics. He was close by, and Michele liked his looks, so we invited him over pending a battery of tests down at the free clinic. Two days later he got results back, and I confirmed that it was a safe time for Michele. That night, we met Tim. Tim came over and we had a kind of date night at our house. We all knew what we were here for, and it wasn’t long before Tim and I took turns making out with Michele. I stood behind her chair and leaned forward to kiss her as I played with her nipples. I leaned forward and hiked up her skirt to reveal her furry pantyless crotch. Tim dove in and ate her to her first orgasm. We moved to the bedroom and stripped. We got in the bed and took turns with Michele in various positions. We put her doggy style and alternated taking turns sliding balls deep. Michele was squirting and making her pussy as wet and juicy as I’d ever seen it. I could feel her cunt lips relaxing as she took two cocks, one a solid inch longer than the other. Tim came first, balls deep, and shot his load deeper into my wife’s pussy than I’d ever be able to. Good thing it was her ‘safe time.’ Tim really did plant some seed. He pulled out and a trickle of fresh cum poured out. I smeared it around with my dick before plunging right into Michele’s freshly-fucked and just-bred slack juicy cunt. Feeling her pussy honestly more open than I’d ever seen it was so good. It was almost like my balls were slapping at the red walls of her opening rather than her puffy labia. I pistoned my hips and shot my cum as deep inside her as it would go, mixing with Tim’s cum inside Michele’s sodden pussy. Michele had another orgasm and I waited for her to catch her breath before I slowly pulled out. Tim and I took turns fingering the sticky mess that oozed out of her. Tim even ate some of our mingled cum out right out of her twat. Tim got dressed we shook hands very politely before leaving. We even joked that he should at least get a hug, what with his seed dripping down my wife’s thighs. Tim was a nice guy, but we knew this was a one-time thing with him. We knew we’d be sharing her with a few different men, practical strangers, and we didn’t want to get attached. That very night, after Tim had gone, Michele asked me to get the new 8” dildo. She was ready for another level of training that would eventually mean inviting another hung man to fuck and cum inside her. As you can guess, we invited six STI-tested men to our bed to breed my wife with me during her safe time. Each man was a solid inch bigger than the last. With every guy’s bigger dick, Michele was opened up more and more. Her cunt did tighten back somewhat but it got more and more stretched. Fucking her by myself was looser and looser every time and it felt amazing. Once, after the ten-inch-dicked man came in my wife, I had my hand around the base of my balls and my entire scrotum actually slipped inside her pussy. When I knew what had happened, I stopped and told her. Michele immediately came on my cock and balls. Even stretched out, her convulsions felt so good. I poured my cum into her, as her pussy actually squeezed the load out of my balls. By the time the last guy’s twelve-inch dick came inside her, Michele’s pussy was remade. Her labia have now stretched into a silky meaty hood. Her pussy is more gorgeous that ever and I love Michele more than ever. Since sharing her with six hung men, Michele and I are closer than ever. She brought up the idea of inviting them all over for some group fun. I brought the idea up to Tim and he said he’d join, but only if he can go second to last, allowing the bigger guys to go first and really open her up. We’re thinking of getting some fisting toys online to try those inside her as well. I think they’re made for guys to play with in butts, but Michele really prefers me stretching out her pussy. So far, her ass is virginal. She says one stretched out ruined hole is enough for now.

Ditto. i have been known to use a plastic water bottle when at work for a quickie, would take several trips between sink and stall. But for a night at the sauna i'd prep at home. i've never had an incident where i was unclean, just would not wanna chance it, would not be worth it to me. The prep stuff i have seen at a sauna has been rudimentary at best, not my idea of "prep."

Per the above two replies: I understand so well. As far as I've figured it out, the "reward" for posting/replying - i.e. taking part in the discourse - is we're allowed more "reactions". I have no idea if there's some kind of sliding scale as to what type of posts get x percentage of rewards, but the more you take part, the more you're able to use the responses doo-dad. I think I've spent too much time in the responses clink ("you cannot post any more responses today").... but, it's not my site, either. It encourages us to actually write something, rather than just click the little doo-dads. So, thanks for joining up, and jump into the conversations.

Have you considered that you're getting older each year... And maybe there's a tendency for older guys to be more bottom? In other words, maybe what's changing is you. Just a theory.

I was just as slutty when I was young but I didn’t want anyone to find out. I took advantage of my youth and being noticed most of the places I would go to cruise. I have always been a restroom, dark corner, alley, sex club, campground, public park kinda guy and loved having an audience. But just strangers. I did not want to be judged by the young, judging type of guys I was friends with so it was all in secret. It took me a long time before I realized I needed to make new friends. I always thought the super slutty guys were the hottest guys and realized that other guys might also be into that type too. And so I stopped hiding my piggy nature. So I am the same level of slut, just open about it now. i might have been more of a slut back then just because I lacked the fear of arrest that I have now. So out in the open in a men’s room, being naked with the door open in a booth at a bookstore, or just behind a dumpster are not fun like when I was 20. Campgrounds, gay resorts and places like that are where I can fuck random guys on a trail, or get fucked on a picnic table or just against a tree now. And instead of not anyone to know, I am into being that guy.

OMG yes!! I want to do things now that I never would have done even 5 years ago. It started with water sports and now I love smelly cock I have even cleaned my fuck buddy's cheesey cock and loved it, I want to try a real cheesey one now! Body odour fucking love it now, a nice smelling pit drives me crazy! Feet never would I have thought I would be into feet but I am. I am a lot less selective who I let fuck me now it has become about getting the load! The only things I will not do are scat or blood, anything else bring it on!! Oink oink!!

Thanks guys for all of the replies. I was thinking about this topic again and forgot I'd even started this thread 🙂 I'm definitely sluttier than ever. Once upon a time I never would have contemplated the stuff I do these days. I want to do it and figure if I don't do it now I may never do it, so fuck it. I might even start making a "slut bucket list".

I can't "fake moan" like you sometimes see in porn. I just prefer to let my body naturally react to the man on top of me. Sometimes, that means I make more noise than usual...but that's a good thing for my top. Dick size plays a factor, but it's also in how he uses it inside me. And moaning when I'm getting bred is totally different. There's just a natural change in my intonation when I know I'm getting knocked up.

I spent a very nasty and very enhanced 36 hours with Jesse Karson. I didn’t know until that day that he was French Canadian…lol, I’d never heard him speak.

I got my first raw fuck and poz loads only 5 days ago from a top and his buddy. I met the top oon Grindr and he would only fuck me raw. I said no and he left, then he came back with his buddy and they dominated me and pretty much raped me. I didn't say no so it wasn't really rape but they tied me up and I didn't ever say "yes". When they finished they told me that they had pumped poz cum inside of me. So, I am now kind of waiting to see what happens. Last night I was horny and I got onto Grindr and I changed my status to "unknown" and within seconds I had a bunch of guys asking to breed me raw. I picked a guy that was pretty hot, older than me by about 10 years and who said he was vers and also unknown status. He came over to my single and we got naked and flip fucked for an hour or so. He had an awesome body and not so big dick. I came inside him bare twice (this is the first time I ever fucked top bare) and he came inside of me once (my third guy and third load bare). The feeling of bare skin on skin as top and bottom was just so intense and unbelievable. I can still feel his cock throbbing and the cum pumping into me. This new life of bare I am starting is so incredible!

My observation is that sex clubs that have higher percentages of versatile guys have a lot more fucking than those that don't. I definitely prefer clubs with lots of activity where I can fuck 15 or 20 guys, hopefully get at least a dozen cocks in my ass, cum 3 or 4 times and leave fully satiated after 3 hours. I find hanging around the bath for more than 4 hours just hoping for activity, to be extremely frustrating. Unfortunately that has always been my reality at the baths in Portland. I quite often spend the full 8 hours and while I nearly always fuck and get fucked more than half of the time, I still usually leave more sexually frustrated than when I arrived. I actually stopped going to my local bathhouses for a couple of years when Steam was the only bathhouse in town. I think I would have gone out of my mind if I wasn't traveling 75% of the time, because there was no way to meet my needs locally.

Seeing a man in a chastity device tells me he is serious about having his hole worked. That he gets his pleasure from anal orgasms. I have had men who wear them so they can't touch themselves and cum too fast. I have had men, as mentioned above, who want you to leave their dick alone. Since I am mostly all about the ass--I love to be clued in instantly to what the guy wants from me.

Imagine that you hook up with a guy and he insists on playing with your nose because it turns him on and he thinks the nose makes the man. For you, however, having your nose fiddled with is annoying as hell, takes you completely out of your groove and ruins the mood. Can you understand why you might deny him access to your nose?

Hey guys...I am brand new to this site after spending some time with google looking for others after my most awesome weekend ever! To start, I am 19. I started having sex when I was 16 but it was pretty much just sucking guys off at school or on Grindr when I found them. I never fucked without a condom. Then this weekend happened! Last week, I sent a DM to a guy on Grindr who looked pretty hot and I asked if I could suck his cock. He brushed me off. I sent him a couple more messages and pictures cus I really wanted to meet him. I even sent him my snap hoping he would message me. Well, Friday night just after midnight he sent me a message in snap and told me to open Grindr to see how close we were, he was walking home and he wanted to fuck me. I opened Grindr and he was 100m away!!! So I told him my address and room number and he said he would be over in 5 minutes. I live in a dorm and am in a summer program so still on campus so I have a single till August. Anyway, 5 minutes later he buzzes, I let him in and he knocks on my door. I was pretty nervous because I don't have people come to me too often, this is the first time I am living alone and I also didn't have any time to shower or nothing, so it was just meet and meet. I opened the door and he looks amazing. His profile said he was 27 and he pretty much looked 27. He is also super tall, 195cm, and I am 170cm with my shoes on! He smelled like smoke and alcohol. He came into my room and asked if I had anything to drink. I gave him a beer and I took one myself. He asked what experience I had. I told him I was a good cocksucker, I liked 69, I liked to fuck and I liked to get fucked. He asked me if I ever played rough. I was very nervous since I didn't know how rough he meant but I said yes because I have wrestled and played with breath control before and some light bondage. He asked me if I ever did bareback and I said no. He stood up and said he was finished and was going to leave. So he is walking out and I asked him if he only did bareback or if there was another problem. He said bareback or nothing. So, I let him leave. I just froze and didn't know really what to do. He left. I was alone in my room, my cock was rock hard thinking about this guy and how he was here right next to me and I let him leave. His smell was still in the room. I just sat there, wondering what to do next. Probably an hour passed. It was just after 1AM and I got a snap notfication. He was outside my door and he wanted to come back up for another beer. I buzzed him in and he knocked at my door. There he was again. I was rock hard. He came in and then pushed me back...as soon as I recovered from the push another guy walked into my room. The other guy was also late 20s, very tall, at least 190cm, and he looked very intense. They grabbed my arms and held them behind my back while the second guy pulled out a zip tie and cuffed me. They shoved a sock or something in my mouth and bent me forward. They pulled down my shorts and started to finger my ass. Then I could hear one of them looking around my room, he pulled a knife from my kitchen and cut the back of my shirt and stripped it off me. They forced me to step out of my shorts. Then they stood me straight up to look at them. I was naked, rock hard, mouth gagged and hands zip tied behind my back. I never felt so hot and scared and horny in my life. I stood there naked, looking at these two guys. The helped themselves to some more beers, lit cigarettes and blew the smoke in my face. They were just talking with each other about how they were going to rape me and breed me. They asked me if they could fuck me bareback...I just stood there staring at them. I didn't nod yes or no, just too surprised and horny at the same time to do anything. My legs were shaking, I could barely stand. They finished their beers and cigarettes and the taller one took off his clothes first. He was in really good shape, defined chest, tight stomach, and his cock was at least 22cm, just like his pictures. He was hard as a rock. His friend took off his clothes. He was also in good shape, not as muscled but defintiely still hot and his cock was really thick but not as long, maybe 19cm but thick as a beer can or more. They stood there in front of me just standing and staring at me as I was staring at them till the shorter guy said "well, time to breed this little boy, you first" I was pushed onto my bed on my back. The taller one pushed my legs up in the air while the shorter one got onto the bed took out the sock from my mouth, spit on my face and then straddled my face...he dangled his big balls into my mouth and nose. The smell of his cock was amazing. My inner pig kicked in and I started sucking on his balls like no tomorrow. As I am doing this, I could feel the other guuys tongue probing my ass, then spitting on it. Then I feel some lube being pushed into my hole with his finger. They start joking with each other that I'm a dirty little boy and that I didn't learn how to clean out yet. My ass was probably not super clean since I had no prep time. So the guy on my face moves his hole to my mouth and I start rimming it as he sits down on my face, smothering me...just as I feel the other guys cock pushing into my hole...he says "so you don't bareback, well you do now" My head was spinning, I didn't know how to feel. In some ways I was just amazed that like a fantasy was coming true and in other ways I was like wow, I am being raped and barebacked and I don't want this. He was fuckking me for at least 5 minutes as the other guy is sitting on my face. Then the second guy moves and pushes his cock to my mouth...I open up and he pushes his massively thick cock inside...it is so thick my jaw hurts opening up wide enough for it. And there I am, being spit roasted by these two guys... I can sense that the taller guy is getting close, he is fucking me faster and he stopped talkiing to his friend, he is just grunting now...then I feel it, his cock starts throbbing inside me and he pushes in deep one last time and lets out an amazing groan...I think iti was my imagination but I can literally feel his cum inside me...he stays there for a few seconds as the other guy keeps fucking my mouth...it's weird, I have one cock still pumping and another going limp inside me and i feel awkward for a seconds till the short guy says "my turm" and I feel the other guy pull out...the short guy bounces off the bed and then starts to push his massively thick cock into my hole. It is so thick it really hurt and I start making the first noises I made all night...then the talal guy junps on the bed and sits on my face pushing his balls into my mouth. I feel the thick cock go inside, hurting the whole way. Then he starts to pump, slowly at first...I match my ball sucking to his rhythym...then he speeds up...he says "Mees...I'm about to breed this boy!" and then I feel his cock throbbing just like the other guy....and I swear I could feel the cum shoot into me as he collapses down on top of me...he starts sucking the tall guys cock as I am sucking his balls. Then he pulls out. I can feel a dribble of cum and/or lube coming out of my ass. Then the tall guy gets up and I am layoing on my back, hands bound behind my back and my cock still hard as a rock with cum dripping out of my ass. They look at me and the short one says "boy, you are a good hole...and you just got two poz loads in you so welcome to the club" They left me laying there while they got dressed. My cock is still rock hard. Then they flip me over and cut the zip tie, releasing my hands. I think it was the taller one that said "enjoy that gift kid, you will appreciate it" Then they left. I laid there for at least 10 minutes processing what just happened. My cock started to get soft. Then I thgouht to myself, do I shower and try to clean out, do I go to the doctor and get pills, do I just accept that all the porn I had fantasixed about just came true and change my life... Well, 48 hours have passed so the doctor isn't really an option...I guss I am just going to wait and see. Part of me is ready to go bare forever, part of me is thniking to be safe until I know for sure. But wow, that was an amzing night even though I didn't cum!

You've made a lot of assertions here, and not all of them are equally true. I'm going to discuss them separately to avoid people being misled: No it is not BS, a myth, or rare. True. Research (see below) shows superinfection rates of 0-7% worldwide. Getting other strains of HIV ... causes medication failure, Partly true. It can cause medication failure *only if* the new strain is resistant to the medications the infected person is taking. It certainly does not inevitably do so. ...or reinfected with the same original strain... Meaningless. You literally cannot get "reinfected" with a virus you are already actively infected with. Your body is already full of that virus. ...and the HIV patient progresses to AIDS much faster. Sometimes true. This is true *only if* the new strain is "more fit" than the one the infected person already has. Sometimes that is true, sometimes it is not. All of the facts I'm stating above are put forth in a 2013 research paper in Lancet Infectious Diseases (a reputable scientific journal). Here's the link: [think before following links] https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3752600/ The Pathogenesis section is of particular interest. Here's a link to the CDC page on HIV Superinfection (the technical term for this discussion topic): [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/hiv/basics/hiv-transmission/hiv-superinfection.html

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

Really would love to have two guys on each end. One piss in my mouth and one piss in my ass at the same time. Unfortunately haven’t had many chances to play around with ws so far.

As his son relinquished his cock, Ty said, "You'll get a nice buzz from beer piss and when we play with Aunt T, it's even better. Whenever we're together, Matt and I always swap piss and share it in kisses. I love all of Matt's flavors and stinks. TJ, your drinking kills are impressive!" "Dad, you give good piss!" TJ said. "I like the way your cock vibrates in my mouth and your flow is deliciously strong. Can we make this a regular thing? Something about drinking your piss makes it more exciting!" Letting his dad's cock slip out of his mouth, MJ exclaimed, "Everything TJ said is true for me! When we're together, you'll never piss in porcelain and you'll make me one happy pisspig!" With a sly grin, Matt said, "I think that can be arranged! Now, will you allow us to return the favor? Beer always tastes better when it's recycled. You felt good draining my bladder and I guess our videos were a tutorial!" Swapping places, Matt and Ty greedily drank their son's piss. Just one more bonding experience for the 4 of them. The doorbell rang and Matt grabbed his boxers and went to answer it. He returned in less than a minute. "Someone left a note' He said, holding up a piece of paper with a crude drawing of a BioHaz. He read it aloud...'Sir, I know what goes on here and this is not a threat...I'd actually like to join...here's my number....text me, Sam' "Let's see if this leads to anything!" Picking up his phone, he texted, 'Matt here...what do you want?' the reply came seconds later. 'Sam...newly minted member of POZ Brotherhood' and 2 pics attached, a large BioHaz tat on a smooth ass and a 10" cut hard cock, with precum on the tip. Matt passed it around for all to look at and texted back, 'impressive..what can I/we do for you?' Soon a reply, 'I was told to wait for an invite, but I'm bold. Can we meet? Parked around the corner.' Again. he showed it to the others and asked, "Shall we?" Nods all around and he texted back, 'Now just walk in' "Let's put on our boxers, lest we scare him off!" A few minutes later, the door opened. "Join us in the dining room." He entered, standing nervously, 5'9" with spiky blonde hair, his prominent bulge visibly throbbing. "I know it's wrong to be here without an invitation, but when I saw you, I couldn't help myself. You're my daddy's customer. Well, Reggie's not blood but he's the only real daddy I've ever had and he's also my bugdaddy. If you want me to leave, just say so." "Sit down and relax. You're among friends." Matt said. "Obviously you know me, so let me introduce you to my little family. Ty, over there is my boyfriend and lover and these are our sons, MJ and TJ, who also are boyfriends. Reggie is our candyman which explains why he knows me. Excuse our breath, we just recycled our beers." Licking his lips, Sam sighed, "I guess I'm a bit late to get in on that. Daddy and me do that all the time. You probably want to know a bit about me. I was an orphan, adopted as a infant. The people ho took me in are religious freaks, church twice a week, grace before every meal and while I was grateful for a place to live. I never did have a home or a family. I celebrated my graduation by sucking a guy's cock and they caught me and tossed me out on my ass. With nowhere else to go I wound up in a park on the seedy side of town, selling blowjobs for food and cash. A few weeks later, Reggie came along and as much as he wanted me, sexually, he was more concerned about my well being. He took me to his house where he gave me a room of my own. He told me about his business as a drug dealer, but he wouldn't let me be a part of it and he got me this job delivering pizzas. I always promised myself that I'd only give my cherry to a man I loved who loved me in return. Within a month, Reggie became that man for me, but he gave me the HIV talk and said I had to consider what it would do to my life. Just having the talk showed me how much Reggie was in love with me and being totally in love with him, my decision was made. That first time was pure magic and with Reggie's DNA in me, I finally had a family. He nursed me through my fuckflu, making love to me no matter how weak I was because it was what I wanted. After I recovered, he took me to get my tat. We agree that being in love doesn't require monogamy and it turns me on to see his hot, uncut black cock fucking and getting sucked. We're both versatile and mostly play as a couple, but we're still free to play on our own. TJ, MJ, I've seen you guys in school and I envied you being boyfriends. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I had no self esteem. One thing I did do was follow you into the bathroom and got a look at your sexy uncut cocks. Daddy always talks about the wild parties you guys have and now that I have his bug, I could get an invitation. Seeing you in the flesh, I just had to make a move. Did I do wrong?" MJ and TJ looked at each other as if to say 'Do we tell him' and with a nod from TJ, MJ said, "Aside from sucking each other's cocks and dildo play, TJ and I are both virgins, but we just turned 18 and our dads will be taking our cherries with HIV tonight!" "Wow, that's beautiful" Sam said smiling. "Your dads must really love you and you must really love them. Granted, we're not blood but I couldn't love Reggie anymore if he was and as far as I'm concerned he's my real daddy." Impressed by what he'd heard from Sam and his sons, Matt said, "You did nothing wrong. Reggie is lucky to have a young man like you. I don't have to tell you what a hot fuck he is and with what you're packing, I'm sure you're no slouch. Feel free to tell Reggie about this visit and let him know we approve. Since we need to take care of our sons, our next party will be on hold. We want them to be able to fully participate and yes, you'll be invited." "I've taken up enough of your time, so I'll be going" Sam said. "Thank you for putting up with my intrusion. Hope your conversion is as wonderful as Reggie made mine, but having met you, I'm sure it will be." To be continued

Who's gonna train this faggot to become a fully controlled slave?

Raising his eyebrow in a sly manner, MJ said, "Since we have total privacy in our backyards, there's no need for swimsuits! Besides, it'll give TJ and I a chance to get a closer look at the 2 hot cocks we've only seen on cam before today! There's sunscreen and towels outside, so let's strip off in here! Last one in the pool's a rotten egg!" He was already pulling his wifebeater over his head as the others followed suit. In less than a minute, they were naked and running outside into the pool. TJ stood between his dad and Uncle Matt. He reached his hands down, giving each of their cocks a playful squeeze. "Even this feel was worth the wait!" He said, triumphantly. Just think, later tonight these cocks will be taking our cherries!" Meanwhile, MJ walked around looking at Uncle Ty's firm round butt with a line of hairs in the crack, then at his dad's fur covered ass. "Dad, Uncle Ty, will we be getting a chance to fuck you? Your butts look tasty and fuckable. Thanks to TJ, I love eating ass!" "I know my boyfriend better than anyone and I can speak for both of us when I say it's a sure thing!" TJ said, emphatically. "Your dad's ass tastes as good as it fucks and he says the same about mine!" Taking a serious tone, Matt said, "With all this talk about fucking and taking cherries, we're avoiding or ignoring a serious matter. I'm sure you must've seen our tats and heard the things we say to each other. Surely, you guys have to know what HIV is." "Of course, we do!" MJ replied. "TJ and I discussed it thoroughly and honestly and to be honest, getting the virus from you excites us. You guys are living with it and you're happy, so why not pass it onto us? We've looked in your medicine cabinets and we know you don't take meds. As far as your tats go, those scorpions are fuckin sexy and we can't wait to get our own. Dammit, we're family and we're supposed to share and not just your HIV, but parTying too! Seeing you smoke and shoot up is hot, but what it does to you is way hotter. Again, it's something we need to share with you!" With a hearty laugh, Ty said, "I think our sons might be more like we are than ourselves at their age. Strappingly handsome and sexy to be sure, but more confident and self aware. As far as chems are concerned, I think the 4 of us need to experience every moment of what happens tonight without enhancements." "A wise decision." Matt intoned. "Tonight will be lifechanging for the 4 of us and it requires a clear head. Not to worry, young men, chems are not off the menu and I'm actually looking forward to introducing them to you." "Dad, Uncle Matt, you're totally right" TJ admitted. "Turning 18 makes us men, but we still have much to learn. Having 2 sexy, nasty studs as our teachers is a fringe benefit not many QUEERS have!" Chiming in, MJ said, "Right now, I've never loved the 3 of you more and I'm beginning to see the man I'm meant to be, TJ's boyfriend and lover and at the risk of overstepping, Ty has the potential to be my second father. Hope that's okay dad" "Perfectly okay!" Matt said, hugging his son and his boyfriend tightly. "Ty is my boyfriend, my lover and if you feel the same way for him as you do for me, nothing will make me happier!" TJ shouted, "I want in on this too! Matt, you've always treated me like a son and now, I realize I love you like a dad and since you're MJ's dad loving you means that much more to me!" In an effort to prevent the conversation from becoming fraught with emotion, Matt said, "This morning has been a revelation and an evolution. While unexpected, in the most pleasant way, the 4 of us have become a loving family. I think now is a good time to get out of the pool and absorb it." To be continued

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

Fucking HOT STORY !!!

I don't wish to unduly resurrect a thread that has long gone quiet, but smoking is my primary fetish and interest. 2 pack a day Marlboro reds lad and I am very keen to connect with other heavy smokers and fetishers, tops and bottoms. Neg, poz, on Prep/meds - it doesn't matter. The sleazier and pervier the smoker the better!

Part 10 I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver. Mean while, The guy fucking the kids ass was shaking and said he was about to cum. I figured the guys cock would grow to it’s hardest and thickest at this point. My friend looked at me with a devilish grin and grabbed the Kids hips and yanked them back and pushed forward. At the same time I reached over and spread the kids cheeks. I could see the size and thickness of is this cock and it was impressive. At this position I could easily see that even that the root of this cock was trying to split the hole open. Both asses were impaled on pulsing cocks. The kid getting a load and the stranger getting a hot toxic load from my friend. The pulled back and the guy with the thick cock put a mark on the NEG side. I wondered if he realized if he was NEG he might not be after this evening. The guy with the skinny cock pulled out and said it was his turn. I pulled out and went to get the phone to Vid this. My friend beat me to it. He guy pushed his skinny cock into the kids mouth. With e video on his face I asked the kid if he could see the TAT next to the cock in his mouth, He mumbled “ Yes “. I asked him if he knew what that meant. The guy pulled out of his moths and the kid said “ I think it means he is toxic and is HIV+ “. The guys said correct. In this case I am very Toxic, to the point I probably have AIDS. I was teasing the kids ass and cock when the guy asked the kid is he wanted to get knocked up tonight. The kid whimpered “ Yes “. With that the guy went to the Kids ass and push into his sloppy stretched ass. The kid whimpered a little as the rough fucking stared, but soon was moaning like a Saturday night crack whore. My Friend got out his pile and started lighting it up. He offered some to and I took a couple hiits off it. I coughed the last one out, it told my friend “ Damn! This is really strong stuff “ , he asked me if the Kid wanted to try some. I told him to ask. The Kid said he could try. My friend told him to wait then inhale and hold it as long as he could. The kid held it for a few seconds then coughed it out. He took a second hit and this time held it for over a minute. I couldn’t believe that the kid could hold it that long. He told me that when he was n school he was on the swim team but I never put that together until now. The Kids eyes we as black as they could get. The guy fucking him said his ass clenched up a couple times and that it felt great. The kid stated repeating “ Fuck me. Stretch my hole. Rape me “. I knew the kid was converted to a chem whore at that point and soon would be a Toxic Chem Whore. The guy fucking him roared and slammed forward and sot in the Kids ass. He pulled out of the Kids ass and put a line on the POZ side of the ass and put what looked like an A in the middle of it. Others Started to take seconds at either the kids ass. About that time Frank cam in, I knew that was going to be epic when I saw the Huge AIDS filled cock

I needed a few days to recover from two and a half weeks of breeding chaser #1. He seemed to get a double dose of the conversion flu to make up for the one I didn't seem to get. When my dick had recovered and my balls were full, I went in search of someone new to fuck. While I was looking, I got a message from an early 30's guy. There were only a couple body pics that showed a mostly smooth, thin body, trimmed pubes around a larger cock with an upward curve, and a nicely muscled ass dripping cum. His stats said he was an inch taller and twenty pounds lighter than me. "Hey, hot profile. Looking for poz guys a little older than me that will breed neg holes. Let me know if ur interested" his message said. We messaged a few more times and I made sure he was serious. When I showed up at his apartment, he looked close to the pics on the profile but had added maybe ten pounds. His face wasn't pretty and the mop of straight, stringy hair didn't do him any favors, but he had nice full lips and I'd find out later, a long, talented tongue. I followed his naked body back to a bedroom where he helped me out of my jeans and moments later his mouth was engulfing my quickly hardening cock. I only let him go a few minutes until my cock was covered in spit before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking him off my shaft. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. The moment I let go of his hair, he scrambled on to the bed, looking back to see if his position on his hands and knees was what I wanted. I nodded and glanced around the room. On the nightstand was a bottle of lube and some poppers. I grabbed the poppers and took a couple hits before sealing the bottle and tossing it on the bed next to his hand. By the time he got the first hit, the head of my cock was resting on his hole. Once I heard his second huff, I thrust my cock in a couple seconds later. He groaned loudly as my cock drove in over half way. I waited a moment and withdrew an inch and shoved back in until my balls slapped into his. I gripped his body and began to plow into his tight hole. The spit really wasn't enough to lube him but my precum began to help. After a dozen strokes, I felt him give a tentative squeeze to my cock. My chuckle told him that he could work his ass however he wanted. I liked a bottom that was part of the fuck and I rarely came from a guy trying to milk the load out of my balls. A few minutes later, his hole got sloppy enough that I could fuck harder. There was a satisfying thud as my body slammed into his. Several minutes later, the friction increased and he started to groan again. I made it a little longer before I felt the cum start to rise and I froze mid thrust, my cock showering his guts with cum. Driving in another couple inches, my cock let out a few more spurts of jizz before I fell forward, planting the rest of my cock in. This time, his firm squeezes did milk out a little more cum, making me laugh and growl out "Greedy fucker, aren't ya." We laid there on the bed, both of us breathing heavy. He had a big grin on his face and there was a smaller one on mine, too. "So, is it just the high from the risk or do you really want to get infected" I asked, choosing the most unglamorous word I could think of to describe what I had just tried to do. "I want to get pozzed. I've been chasing for three years and the desire just keeps getting stronger. I have a deal with some other guys that the first one of us to get charged up, does the other four. I want to be the one that gets to do it" he explained, the grin getting a little more sinister. "Hmm, that means you're versatile, then" I said. "Not for the past couple years. I became a total bottom until I get pozzed" he replied. Any thoughts that I had that he was going to regret me breeding him vanished. "That's quite the commitment. Looks like I may have to breed you a few more times to make sure you get to top again soon. This city is desperate for more tops" I said. "You're really toxic? You're not catfishin' me to get in my ass?" he asked. I got up and pulled my phone out of my jeans and flipped around and showed him the screenshot of my test results. "Fuck yeah! I'll take as much of that as you want to share" he said. "As I've heard from a few guys... It's fun trying" I replied. I continued to follow Chris' method and we fucked four or five days a week for the next few weeks until he called me to say he was sick as a dog and couldn't meet. As horrible as he sounded, there was excitement in his voice. "Don't forget about your buddies. End their chase like I did yours" I told him. That evening I was back on the apps looking for my next target. Instead of 'neg for poz' in my search, I changed it to 'neg for any' and began looking at the new set of guys. One guy caught my eye and I looked at his profile several times. He was younger than I usually looked for but a little older than the college guys looking for their daddy fix. The four pics showed that he was proud of his hairy body. Brown fur covered his chest, abs, back, ass and legs. Even the pic of him sucking a thick black cock showed he wore a very bushy beard. His body size put him into the 'cub' category and it looked like he was no stranger to the gym. I must have looked at it a few too many times since he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Sorry, I don't like to know I'm playing with poz guys. I like some mystery." That's when I found out it was good to have a second profile that skipped or changed some info. After thinking about it a while, I made several changes to make the profiles look different. I wasn't going to lie and say I was neg or ten years younger, but I shaved a few pounds off and listed my status as "ask me." My age and sizes were very similar, but the pics and text were very different. To make it less obvious, I waited a week before I contacted the muscle cub from my new profile. To my surprise, he replied when he logged in a day later. The discussion seemed to indicate his kinks were limited to barebacking, breeding, piss and bukkake. While I was into the first three, the last one didn't do anything for me since I preferred to shoot my cum inside a guy. He also said he preferred very little talking during sex. Grunts, moans and groans were fine but that was it. I guess it fit in with not having the top's status getting divulged. We met up at his apartment and I figured I'd have one chance at tapping him. While he hadn't said anything explicit, it didn't sound like he hooked up with the same guy more than one or two times. "Hey, glad you could make it" was about all the words he said, other than "bye" when I left. His voice was deep but casual. Grunts and moans were all that filled his bedroom for the next hour. Most of the time I was behind him, fucking him over the side of the bed, on his hands and knees, on his knees or flat on his stomach. My cock drilled him hard and soft, with short strokes and long. I loved feeling his sweaty body against mine while we rutted as nature intended - bare. His hole was slick with precum for most of our fuck and as with the other neg guys, I leaked more than normal while fucking him. Maybe it was because I found him sexier than most guys I hooked up with. Part of that sexiness was his confidence. He didn't try to overplay his masculinity. He acted like an average guy that liked risky sex. I just happened to think he was a lot hotter than your average guy. Muscle cub was a little reluctant when I flipped him on his back for a few more minutes of pounding before I dumped my second load into him. I doubt he knew I had already bred him while I fucked him earlier when I got myself too close prevent shooting my charged load in. I kept plowing through several shots, coating his guts with my cum. The second load was almost as big as the first, but I pumped it in fully planted in his ass. His eyes were closed but the expression on his face told me he knew I had filled him with my seed. My face had a very big, satisfied grin on it and had moaned a drawn out "ah fuck yeah" with the last few spurts. A week later I got a message from him. "Hey. Was hoping we could meet up again. Been really busy and no sex since we hooked. Not going to have much time next week either so I want to meet someone I know is gonna fuck good and leave me dripping" he said. It was pretty flattering and it was hard to refuse spending some more time fucking the stud. I was supposed to meet a friend for beers when muscle cub was free, so I did what any horny gay guy would do. We spent almost two hours playing this time. We started on the couch with him sucking me. He spent a lot more time getting my cock hard and wet than our first meet and I played with his ass almost as long. My tongue loved his furry ass and hole and my fingers did too. I didn't get my fist in, but four fingers were able to stretch him open. I even got a few encouraging words from him. By the time I pressed my bare cock into his ass, my beard was dripping spit and his hole was gaping nicely. My cock slipped in easily but as soon as I bottomed out, he clamped down and let out a deep moan. The more relaxed pace let me spend more time plowing into his talented hole and enjoy feeling our bodies completely connected. We both worked up a good sweat and I loved rubbing his body with my hands and feeling the damp fur under my palm or on my chest. I fucked him over the end of the sofa in a few positions before finally breeding his hole. That was when he spoke for the first time during sex, telling me how he loved feeling my cock throb inside him. When we had recovered, he pushed me toward the bedroom for round two. He might have been a bottom but there wasn't a submissive bone in his body. He wasn't aggressive enough to be a power bottom either, but there were signs that he might be on his way there. While I first thought that he might want to cuddle while my balls refilled, that wasn't what he planned. I quickly found myself between his legs, sucking on his nice, thick cock. This was new territory and one that I didn't mind at all. I considered myself ninety percent top these days, back to what I was with my cumwhore of an ex. I'd briefly moved to fifty-fifty versatile with Chris, but that was now over. Sucking dick was always one of those things that I loved to do but it needed the right guy. Muscle cub was perfect for this. A nice cock, a good attitude and the chance that I'd be swallowing his last neg load made for a very satisfying blowjob. Twenty minutes of sucking, licking and stroking his shaft gave me plenty of time to ready load number two. From his cock, I licked down to his hairy ass and licked my cum that was leaking out of the tight pucker. My tongue dug in, fucking him a few moments before my now stiff cock was ready to slide back into the warm, wet confines of his pussy. Unlike our fuck a week before, muscle cub had no issue with me fucking him on his back. At first he held his thick legs back while I drilled his hole before eventually resting them on my shoulders. Last time he kept his eyes closed and grunted occasionally, this time his eyes were locked on to mine and the grin from before got bigger. The moans and grunts got louder too. "Fuck yeah! Pound that hole" he growled out, almost making me jump back. I chuckled and growled back "Yeah? Like that cock drilling into your hole? You like me churning up that load from earlier?" "Uh huh. I feel some of it drippin out... you better put some back in" he groaned out in response. This was the type of banter I liked to have during sex. It had been sorely missing from our first fuck and I wondered if he wanted to avoid any conversation that might have hinted at mine or his status. I hadn't fucked enough chasers to have anything like that become part of my normal fuck-talk so it was easy to avoid. I pounded him harder until finally my balls couldn't keep their viral contents inside. I growled as spurts of cum showered his guts and he yelled out "Oh god yeah!" My body shuddered and shook during the intense orgasm and when it faded we were staring at each other. I pulled out and rolled over on to the bed next to him, still breathing heavily. It was his turn to get between my legs and suck the cum from my shaft and balls. He was surprisingly gentle but I doubt he missed a drop of semen, whether he licked it up or coated his beard with it. He continued long enough to make my cock start to stiffen again. I was pleasantly surprised when he crawled on top of me and lined up my cock to his very slick hole. He rode me for about ten minutes until I could tell his legs were starting to burn. I tugged him toward me and on to his knees while I took over and drilled his ass for another five minutes before I unleashed a few more ropes of cum into him. "Thanks... that was fuckin awesome. I haven't fucked like that in a few years" he said a minute later. "Yeah, that was damn good" I replied. Once he had crawled off of me, I went in search of my clothes. While he was a lot more vocal and friendly this time, it was still just a hookup and I knew it was time to head home. Part of me expected a message from him a week later, but I didn't get one. The next week was the same and by then I was fucking a couple other guys anyway. I finally saw him online a month or so later. I was using my original poz status account and checked out his profile. A smile came over my face as I saw the change in his status. About a half hour later he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Wanna hookup some time?" Chuckling, I replied "Thanks. Sorry, I prefer the challenge of neg guys."

Part 7 I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents. One of the things he asked me last week was did Tina up the ass really burn like the stories. It was time he found out. With the head of the dildo in his ass I took some ground tina and rubbed it on the pink lubed dildo and worked it back up his ass. He stared to make a sound like he was enjoying it. We had moved a mirror onto the floor so I could see his face. This was done for both me and the camera, nothing like seeing an ass taking something and the face of the victim. I worked the Tina lased dildo up his ass. Suddenly his face went from bliss to horror, he said “ Shit, that Burns a lot “. I said “you wanted to feel the burn” . I turned the dildo side ways so it could mash the Tina into his ass. Again I heard the high pitch squeal. I pumped the toy up his ass while twisting it. I pulled it out and it was bright pink. I held it in front of the kid and I told him he now as a cunt. I asked him if he knew why and he said no. I told him because he must be having his period. He groaned and said yes. I told him he was now fertile and not to worry. I had plans for him. I asked him if he was ready to stop and he said ‘ Not sure “. I leaned over him and with one hand stared fingering his ass gently with a cooling lube we used. I stared tweaking his nipples with the other. I was asking him if he still wanted to stop, He said everything really felt great and wanted more. When he was saying this my friend walked around us and I felt his finger caressing my ass. This was an unexpected pleasure. Then I felt something going up my ass. I knew it was his injector and knew he was bumping me. I looked at him and he said not to worry, it was one of his mixtures, Tina and a little something else. He started pushing his lubed cock up my ass, it felt great. I was moaning some and old the Kid I was getting what he wanted. He said he wanted fucked. I reminded him that my friend was Toxic and he said he didn’t care. By that time my friend was hitting bottom in me. He pulled out and walked around and moved my fingers and then Push the cock that was just n me up the kids ass. He worked until he was balls deep. I walked around in front of the Kid. My cock was all tingly and I wanted it sucked. I pushed in the kids mouth and this time he took me to the base. I knew I was getting hard again and looked at my friend and he smiled at me. I am not sure what was in that bump but my hair was on fire, my ass was hungry and my cock was hard as iron. He said it was a mix he found on one of his trips to Japan. He fucked the kid easy and once in while he would go deep. I pulled out of his mouth and grabbed the phone and started Videoing the kid getting his first POZ and Toxic load. The kid was making all sorts of noises. My friend said he wasn’t going to last long so I handed him the phone to Video his cock splitting the young Fags ass. He asked this Kid if he really wanted his toxic load. The kid said yes, almost leading with him for it. I reached behind my friend, Pushed my thumb up his ass and squeezed his nut sack. He roared and stabbed the Kid with his cock, the Kid in turn squealed. My friend said Loudly “ Take my POZ load you Fagot slut, Your HIV + now “. The Kid was almost crying when he said “ Thank you Sir”. I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pin yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling.

Part 5 My friend handed the plug with a small shard. I pushed the shard up the kid and then worked the plug in. The kid said it burnt a little . He was well on his way for the next part of his conversion to pig slut I walked around in front of the kid and asked him if we wanted a taste of want was in his ass. He had glassy eyes and managed to say yes. He sniffed my cock like a dog and then started licking it, I was shrinking fast so I pushed it in his mouth, it felt great. He sucked a little on me and I was able so squirt a little chem piss in his moth. He said that it tasted bitted but not bad. All I though is this kid is going to be fun. My friend was checking the kids ass and package and said to got to see this. I went around behind and say the kids ass trying to suck the base of the plug into his ass and below that was a fully had dripping cock. I know the kid had a lot of Tina up his ass and he had a hardon. After he is converted he will definitely be sharing and spreading his DNA. We untied the kid and had him sit in a chair. It was an old fashioned wooden chair, wasn’t real comfortable but with the wood seat it will keep a plug firmly planted in place. He was concerned it was over an di assured him we still have a lot to go as long as he still wanted it. I figured with all drugs in him and the fact he hadn’t cum he would want more. I was right and he laughed ad said “ Bring it on “. We gave the kid some Gatorade to drink. He mentioned it tasted funny. I looked at my friend and he held up a couple fingers indicating just a little. The kid said he was really thirsty and he finished the bottle in no time at all. I told him to go to the bathroom, cleans out if he needed to but if he pissed he had to put it in the empty Gatorade bottle. While he was gone I asked my friend how much and what was in there. He told me less than half a dose of G. It was all he had but the Guys coming were bring supplies and points to use on the Kid. I told him that it looks like we would not be going to the bath tonight. He said that he talked to 3 guys that were coming, might be able to get more. Two of them had nice cocks, probably around 8” or more and both had very HVL. I asked who was the third and he told me Frank. I knew him. We was about 6’, probably weighted no more than 150. Full blown AIDS who’s mission in life was to convert and destroy any asses he could before he died. His cock was about 10”, very thick and he had a PC and a Jacobs ladder. He was always high on something and used Trimix to keep a had on when he played. He was nasty and loved hearing guys scream when he raped them. I was concerned for the kid on this one. The kid came back out with almost a full bottle of deep yellow piss. I told him to take a drink. He looed at me and hesitated and then took a small drink. I asked him how he lied it, he said he didn’t, I told him he will develop a tase for it. I motioned for him lay on the floor, we attached a spreader bar to his ankles, then we put a hoist on the bar that was attached to the ceiling. We lifted the kid upside down until his mouth was about cock height. What we didn’t tell the kid was that both my friend and I filled a bottle with our chem piss. We put a special home made funnel with a flay plug in his ass. At the same time I put a cock strap in his cock and sinched it down, we poured the two bottles of tina piss in the kid, letting gravity pull it deep into his guts, when he started to complain about the pressure I stuffed my cock in hi moth, he instinctively stared to milk and suck my cock. When the bottles were empty we put an expanding plug in his ass. I wanted he piss to stay in for a while. I rubbed his belly some to help with any cramps he might be getting and to get it to go deeper. I asked him if he could feel it and he mumbled yes. I told him only the nastiest worthless fag sluts let piss go in their asses and drink it.

It was a couple of weeks later when I came down with flu and had to take to my bed. At the same time, a sore appeared near my arsehole and I developed some blotches on my torso. I felt awful for a couple of days, but then it passed and I began to feel better. I was still in bed when I heard the doorbell and voices in the hall. I heard my mother say "He's upstairs if you want to say hello." There were footsteps on the stairs, and then the bedroom door opened and Bill from the sauna stood there grinning. "How are you?" He said, coming and sitting on the bed. "A bit better, thanks" I replied. He pulled down the top of the sheet and saw the blotches on my torso. "I heard you had the flu. Looks like you got something else as well." I tried to pull the sheet up, but he held it down and began to pinch my nipple whilst rubbing his crotch. "That's hot! " He laughed. "We've missed you at the sauna. " He pulled the bedclothes down and grinned again when he saw my erection. "Bloody hell, I need a fuck!" He sighed. "Turn over, theres a good lad" I rolled over onto my front as he unnzipped his trouses, opened the belt and slid them down over his thighs. His cock sprang up stiff and drooling with precum. He spread my buttocks and noticed the sore "Thought so!" He said, fingering my arse. "I want some of that!" He dug in his pocket for a crumpled tube of lube, spread some on a finger and rubbed it into my swollen hole. Then he got on top of me. The bed sank under his weight and I gasped as his cock slid up me until his cold belly was crushed against my backside. He sighed happily and began to thrust deliciously in and out. There were more footsteps, and my mother came in carrying a cup of tea. "Thought so!" She said. "You're a dirty sod Bill." He laughed and continued to fuck me as she put the tea down and sat on the bed beside us. "He should be back at work tomorrow, Bill. " She said, stroking my hair as she watched his flabby bottom going up and down. I still felt embarassed at being seen like this, despite all that had happened and buried my head in the pillow as Bill thrust urgently into me. "Ooff...that's good...ahh.."Gasped Bill. " The regulars....oohh..miss him. Hang on, I'm going to cum!" He grunted like a pig, shuddered and jerked on top of my, then grunted and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted his cum up me. "Phew! That was good!" He said, getting heavily off me . His cock flopped out and I felt a drool of cum slide over my balls. "I'll have that tea now."