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PART II Adam walked into the house behind Matt and entered a slightly messy living room with two guys sitting on chairs playing a video game. They both looked up and laughed. “Fuck Matty, another fag? Is there ever a day when you’re NOT picking up some hot piece of ass on the beach?” All three of them laughed and Adam blushed. The guy thought he was hot. “I can’t help it, Ben, they just can’t resist my good looks and big fat cock. You know how fags are.” Ben laughed and the other guy chimed in “well, we’re both off work today, do we get to use this one, too? Or is his cunt reserved?” Matty looked at Adam and said “you’re gonna service my buddies. I’ll get you even more fucked up.\” Adam just stood there in the middle of the living room, completely naked. He felt like his cock SHOULD be hard, but it just wasn’t cooperating. He couldn’t stop himself from touching it, though, and also from idly playing with his nipples. “Yeah. Sure. I’d love to. I’ve never been this horny before.” Ben laughed and said “oh we’ve already gotten the little bitch high, have we? Sounds like you have a whole day of fun planned. Now I’m REALLY happy Josh and I are both off today.” Adam couldn’t believe all of this was happening to him. He was insanely attracted to all three of them. Josh and Ben were both in their early 20s like Matt, Ben was tall and lean, with a dark mop of curly hair, but didn’t have much hair on his body. Josh was shorter, like Adam, and bore a strong resemblance to Matt, sharing the blonde hair all over his body. Adam hesitated before asking “are you guys related?” Josh stood up and walked over to Matt. He put his arm around Matt’s waist and leaned up to kiss him. “We sure are. One gay brother, one bi brother. We’ve been messing around since we were kids. Matt got the height and a nice cock, I’m short as fuck, but I have a huge ass and an even bigger cock. You wanna see?” Josh stuck his hand down his shorts, played with his cock and gave Adam a wicked grin. “Um. FUCK yeah. I DO! I really want you all to fuck me.” Adam stopped himself, not believing that he had actually said the words out loud. He blushed again. All three of the other guys laughed and Ben went over to close the curtains. Didn’t need to put on a show for the whole neighborhood. Josh pulled his shorts down and walked over to Adam revealing a sexy yellow jockstrap that was heavily filled out with cock. “Come on, dude. Let’s get this fucking show on the road.” Ben paused the video game and turned the TV to some bareback porn. Josh sat back down in the chair, pulling Adam behind him. “You want my cock, fag? Come on. Let’s give it to you.” And with that, Josh pulled the pouch of his jockstrap aside and his huge cock fell out. It looked even bigger because the man it was attached to was only 5’6” tall. Adam’s eyes, pupils already dilated from the T, got even bigger and he immediately fell to his knees. “Can I suck your dick? Please?” Josh laughed and looked up at Matt. “Bro, where did you find this one? He’s cute as fuck and hungry!” Matt laughed, pulling his pipe and some other items out of the zippered pouch he brought in from the van. “I know right? They’re always staring at me when I change out of my wet suit at the beach. Sometimes you just gotta fuck em?” We can play video games anytime. How often can we gang bang a hot little piece of ass?” Josh looked down at Adam and slapped the boy lightly across the face. “What the fuck are you waiting for, fag? Suck my fucking cock.” Adam grinned and immediately impaled his mouth of Josh’s huge uncut cock. Adam was glad he’d had practice from Matt’s cock so his mouth was opened up, the drugs were also helping, but Adam just wanted cock. His entire brain was focused on it. Ben stood up, shucking his clothes and walked over to where Adam was sucking his boyfriend’s cock, slowing stroking his dick. Adam sucked Josh’s cock for a couple minutes completely lost in pleasuring the cock that was giving him so much deep pleasure. Eventually Ben grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him off Josh’s cock with a little moan from Adam and shoved his own 9” fat, cut cock all the way down Adam’s throat. He let the fag get used to his cock, and then started fucking his face hard with little mercy. Josh was making out with Ben, playing with his tits while Matt was busy prepping points for all four of them. He planned on using Adam for a couple of days. “Lighten up, Ben, we’ve got all day and I plan on getting us all FUCKED UP.” Ben laughed and pulled Adam off his cock, telling him “don’t worry fag, you’ll get more of that later. But first, let’s blast off.” He grabbed two of the points from Matt and pulled Adam over to the sofa. He quickly tied Adam’s arm off and told him to hold still. “You don’t want to move or you’ll hurt yourself.” He found a vein quickly and dispatched the liquid into Adam’s arm, pulled off the tourniquet quickly and watching Adam’s head explode. Adam began to cough and started grabbing at his tits and cock (which had shriveled and grown smaller) while he watched the other guys slam their T. Ben quickly did himself, while Matt did himself and then Josh. All three of them started to cough and Ben quickly grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him in to a deep kiss. “Get the fuck down the hall on our bed, faggot. Last door on the right.” He slapped Adam’s cheek hard and then his ass, sending the boy scurrying down the hallway, with all three boys following closely. When they got to the end of the hall, Adam was on the bed, with his ass high in the air, plug still in place. “Please, somebody fuck me! I need cock in my hole!” Matt shoved Josh onto the bed and fell on top of him, making out as they’d been doing for 10 years. Ben grabbed the buttplug out of Adam’s ass and quickly pulled it out, eliciting a moan from the fag. His hole was nicely open, gaping slightly. Ben stuck two of his fingers inside, again making him moan loudly and start begging for Ben’s cock. “You are one hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” All four of them laughed and Adam said “you have no idea. I’ve never been this hungry before. I wonder how many loads I can take? Should we find out?” The guys all laughed again and Ben slid his dick all the way into Adam’s hole with one shove, making the fag moan deeply for a long time. Matt rolled his brother onto his back and Josh grabbed his knees and rolled onto his back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. “Come on, big brother. Give me that fat fucking cock. You know how much I love it.” Matt laughed again, spit in his palm and quickly slid his dick into his brother’s hole. Once he bottomed out, he could tell that it was already loaded up. Matt smirked at Josh and said “Damn, you fucking filthy whore. Who’s load is that, baby brother?” Josh smiled while his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned as his brother hit his prostate. “There’s three. One of them is Ben’s and the others are two randos we met on Grindr earlier. I was horny and feeling slutty,” he said. Matt smiled and said “so it was a day that ended in Y. You’re always a horny little slut.” Josh laughed and moaned loudly again as Matt’s fat cock pummeled his hole. He loved his boyfriend, but secretly he loved his brother’s cock even more. Josh leaned over and started making out with Adam, both short furry pigs getting their cunts nailed, while Matt and Ben started kissing each other while pounding the two fag bottoms. It was going to be a long afternoon.

I was drunk and horny, got on bbrts tonight, talked to this guy about 8 miles away. His profile said bottom, but he told me he wanted to drop his poz load inna boy hole, I said OK and drove over there. He met me in the yard and led me into his bedroom, i sucked his dick for a minute and then dropped my shorts and bent over for him. He fucked me real good, raw, and as promised, delivered the pos load into my hole, then he threw me out right away. I felt like such a slut I had to come on here immediately and tell you guys. I am still online cruising for more dick atm with his hot cum load still festering in my hole

Hey guys. English is not my first language so please apologies if this story is badly written and full of spelling mistakes. I am a very shy guy in my early thirties and finally ready to explore my kinks. I was in a serious relationsship for the last ten years and the sex was very vanilla. I would say that I am good looking, cute face and a muscle well trained body. For now I was very selective with the guys I hooked up with but that is going to change. I want to tell my story from my first and last load and keep you guys posted about my process to become a cumslut. Two weeks ago I started taking Prep, ready in time for my vacation in Portugal. I love the idea of taking multiple loads and eat cum. Maybe one day I am ready to get pozzed, but for now I take the pills and see where it gets me. After a couple days surfing at the beach I decided to go to the bathouse and find the first guy to fuck me without condom. It was my first time in the bathhouse and I was overwhelmed and very turned on by the atmosphere. I loved seeing people fuck, suck and hear men moan in the cabines. The guys where not that attractive and since it was my first time I was too shy to really let go. Nevertheless I got on my knees by the end of day in the darkroom and sucked of a very hot couple. I had a lot of guys watching and after a few minutes the first guy came in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his dick pumping in the cum in my mouth without warning me. I didnt swallow for some reason and the guy pushed my head to his boyfriend which also came in my mouth shortly after. I couldnt hold back longer. I came too and left the bathhouse a bit embarrased. The next day I went back to the bathhouse because I wanted more. I wanted to get fucked in a cabine. So I prepared my ass in the hotel and left around midnight. Since it was a weekday the selection of guys was even worth. But I had a mission and didnt want to fail. I waited in front of a cabine and after 5min a very hot black guy stopped by and pushed me in the cabine. He pushed me on my knees and slidded his dick brutally inside my mouth. I sucked him off for two minutes and he started finger my hole. He asked me to lay on my back and lift my legs. I wanted to discuss about using a condom or asking him if he is on prep but he just spit on his dick and pushed it inside of me. It hurt a lot and I was screaming because I never got fucked without lube. He seemed to like my tight hole and fucked me really hard. Eventually I got used to it and started enjoying his hard fucking. But not for long because only few minutes after he started fucking faster and cum hard in my ass. I was really not prepared for it but he came really hard and long. You might not believe me but I could really feel how he filled me up. Then he came me a kiss and left the cabine. I couldnt believe he just used me and filled me up so brutally. I walked to the shower ara in the bathhouse and could feel his load dripping down my legs. Then I got dressed and left. I know this story is very boring compared to all your advanced stories. But I wanted to share my journey and I believe this is only the beginning. Do you have any advice how to push it further? I want more than one load inside me. What can I do and how do I let go? Please give me some challanges.

Whoa. When I asked the question it was meant kinda lightheartedly - I hadn't expected it be to taken so seriously and for it to blow up in quite the way it has. I do wonder if, when guys read this kind of discourse, it discourages them from participating here: Even as seasoned user of this site, I know that I haven't replied or commented until now because I don't want to get dragged into the flames. Is that healthy? I don't think so. So, thank you everyone for your input - I consider my question answered. Let's leave it to rest.

Side note: Happy Birthday to Alex and Max and all the gang! I just noticed that @losolent dropped the first episode of this epic novel on July 25, 2021 -- one year ago today. And what an amazing year it's been!

I heard the door open and Men coming into the basement all cheering. Then I heard Jay say to the guys if you don’t want to be filmed put a mask on. Jay said right lets see how many dirty loads we can total up tonight, no time limits. Then I heard Jay say to Max put the mouth spreader the one with the teeth guard into the cumdump, which be did. Max you can fuck him first and don’t be gentle while I fuck its throat. Jay then walked up to my face and said bet you wish you hadn’t signed the contract now 😊 Jays cock was massive as he place the head at the entrance to my mouth, Pigs btw the mouth is for cleaning cock not cumming in yet. Jay shoved him huge cock straight down my throat just as I felt Max’s cock pushing at my ring and then fuck Max’s cock had broken through and in one hard thrust I felt his balls hit my back, Max started piston fucking my as my body spasmed, Max said I'm getting close, stop Jay said I’m loading it first, Max obediently pulled out and they swapped positions, Max pushed his bloody cock into my mouth he had made me bleed! Jay’s Cock was so big and hard he pushed and pushed and then my ring gave out and he was in me, Cumdump you have 3 inches of my cock in you another 7 to go as he laughed each time he thrust more went in, then I heard Jay say “Pigs I’m at his second ring now” what did he mean! Then he pulled back and slammed in and I felt my insides tare open as his cock broke through and his big balls mashed against my butt. For 15 minutes he smashed in and out of my hole and his cock was getting harder and harder, Jay then shouted “Pigs here comes his first load of Toxic POZ cum” Jays balls where no longer slapping my but they where as hard as steel, Jay then said here it cum my POZ babies are at my cock head now, just as he thrust hard one last time I felt his cock throbbing and blasting Toxic POZ cum deep in my bowels YES, YES, YES take my POZ cum you worthless cumdump, it felt like he flooded me, but why was my cock still hard and why was I loving it! Jay pulled out as the guys cheered, his cock was covered in cum and blood, as quick as a flash Max was in my hole again, while Jay pushed his blood and cummy cock down my throat. Max hammered me hard and shouted FUCK FUCK FUCK I’m cumming take my dirty load bitch as his cock throbbed and blasted his cum into me to mix with Jays. I was really conflicted why was I loving this so much! Part 3: Pigs your turn

Berlin - night one of three. It all started with a Thursday night at the Lab.oratory club, with its entrance just next to the famous Berghain club. Thursday night means naked night. The reviews said that this place is nothing for the faint hearted and everything goes. I think, that’s an accurate description. When I arrived at 8.40 pm, there was already a long line waiting and ready to get in. At 9 pm, they opened the doors and the party could begin. You are given a big rubbish bag for your clothes and a wristband with a number, you undress completely, except for your shoes, you leave the bag which will be given your wristband number at the cloakroom. Most early arrivals had a drink at the bar or just walked around checking out the location. With everyone being naked and horny, it didn’t take long for the action to start. It filled up quickly with loads of guys. As I slowly made my way through the different corners and aisles of the industrial style club, equipped with several benches, slings, and so on, I encountered several hot guys. It wasn’t unusual that some would stop when passing each other, just to touch each others hard cocks or butt. There were lots of guys, and they all came in different age, size, body type and colour. It felt good that everyone seemed to be accepted the way he was, and there was certainly someone for every taste. I came across a gloryhole wall, which was a pleasant start of getting my cock sucked for a bit. Further down, a guy’s bubble ass looked out of a wall, with nothing else of him visible. I just couldn’t resist and rammed my cock into that hole. After this warm up, I walked back towards the bar and on my way I discovered several leather covered benches, where some guys were already bending down on them, obviously begging to be fucked. Since I already topped earlier, it was time for me to bottom now. I bent over a bench, just next to another guy, prepared myself with some lube, which I stored in my socks and waited patiently. It didn’t take long until a hot athletic guy with a long uncut cock came along. He put his hard cock in front of my face. No words needed, I knew what he wanted, so I sucked him with pleasure. I am no expert in deepthroating, but I did my best and let this delicious cock choke my throat. After several minutes, he moved behind me, got me down on the bench and pushed his raw cock into my tight hole. I had to scream, I was overwhelmed by the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure. I couldn’t stop moaning, because I needed this so much. At first, I thought that I couldn’t take it, but then I started to relax and enjoy it. He fucked me deep and fast and his pulsating cock indicated that he loved it as much as I did. After a few minutes, he shot his warm load deep inside me and it must have been a huge load, because shortly after, it was dripping out of me. Time for a break - so I thought. But then I realised that another guy was positioning himself behind me. I spread my cheeks with my hands to indicate that I was ready. Shortly after, I felt another cock inside me. It followed a third, a fourth and a fifth. I was filled with pleasure - and cum. Lots of it. Matched by the dark environment and beats played in the club, the smell of horny sweat and poppers. I decided to walk around a bit and came across a very narrow aisle inside a stone wall. It was quite dark in there and difficult to get past the guys standing inside. Once I got through, I discovered a hot guy on his knees, waiting to be served. I didn’t hesitate and offered him my hard cock. He sucked it like a pro, and I really enjoyed it. Then another guy turned up behind him and indicated that he wanted to fuck him. He got up from his knees, still sucking me and the other guy pushed his cock into his hole. The bottom guy decided that he wanted a change and turned around, switching position. I fucked him and he sucked the other guy. Since I haven’t cum yet this evening I could now suddenly feel the build up in my balls and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. The other guy left and I grabbed the head of the bottom guy and started fucking his throat quite aggressively, which he seemed to enjoy based on his moans. Reaching my point of no return, I made sure I shot my load as deep as possible down his throat, which he obviously loved as much as I did. The night continued with more fucking after a short break. The sinks next to the toilets became cock washing facilities, with several guys at any given time standing there and cleaning themselves up. Their eyes still glowing from the most recent pleasures. A hot blond guy asked me to fuck him, back at the benches. I happily complied. At the other end of the bench, there was a young guy on his back, waiting to be fucked. As I rammed my cock into him, blond guy walked behind me and started fucking me, while I was still fucking the young guy. I felt like heaven and wished it would never stop. As blond guy came inside me, I couldn’t hold it back anymore and left my load into the young guy in front of me. After 4 hours, I left the club, exhausted and happily filled with cum and emptied balls. It was only then when I realised how busy I was, because I didn’t sit down for a single minute to have a drink.

Hey guys. English is not my first language so please apologies if this story is badly written and full of spelling mistakes. I am a very shy guy in my early thirties and finally ready to explore my kinks. I was in a serious relationsship for the last ten years and the sex was very vanilla. I would say that I am good looking, cute face and a muscle well trained body. For now I was very selective with the guys I hooked up with but that is going to change. I want to tell my story from my first and last load and keep you guys posted about my process to become a cumslut. Two weeks ago I started taking Prep, ready in time for my vacation in Portugal. I love the idea of taking multiple loads and eat cum. Maybe one day I am ready to get pozzed, but for now I take the pills and see where it gets me. After a couple days surfing at the beach I decided to go to the bathouse and find the first guy to fuck me without condom. It was my first time in the bathhouse and I was overwhelmed and very turned on by the atmosphere. I loved seeing people fuck, suck and hear men moan in the cabines. The guys where not that attractive and since it was my first time I was too shy to really let go. Nevertheless I got on my knees by the end of day in the darkroom and sucked of a very hot couple. I had a lot of guys watching and after a few minutes the first guy came in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his dick pumping in the cum in my mouth without warning me. I didnt swallow for some reason and the guy pushed my head to his boyfriend which also came in my mouth shortly after. I couldnt hold back longer. I came too and left the bathhouse a bit embarrased. The next day I went back to the bathhouse because I wanted more. I wanted to get fucked in a cabine. So I prepared my ass in the hotel and left around midnight. Since it was a weekday the selection of guys was even worth. But I had a mission and didnt want to fail. I waited in front of a cabine and after 5min a very hot black guy stopped by and pushed me in the cabine. He pushed me on my knees and slidded his dick brutally inside my mouth. I sucked him off for two minutes and he started finger my hole. He asked me to lay on my back and lift my legs. I wanted to discuss about using a condom or asking him if he is on prep but he just spit on his dick and pushed it inside of me. It hurt a lot and I was screaming because I never got fucked without lube. He seemed to like my tight hole and fucked me really hard. Eventually I got used to it and started enjoying his hard fucking. But not for long because only few minutes after he started fucking faster and cum hard in my ass. I was really not prepared for it but he came really hard and long. You might not believe me but I could really feel how he filled me up. Then he came me a kiss and left the cabine. I couldnt believe he just used me and filled me up so brutally. I walked to the shower ara in the bathhouse and could feel his load dripping down my legs. Then I got dressed and left. I know this story is very boring compared to all your advanced stories. But I wanted to share my journey and I believe this is only the beginning. Do you have any advice how to push it further? I want more than one load inside me. What can I do and how do I let go? Please give me some challanges.

I’d certainly jump on board! 😈

“Sleep.” Brian’s face fell, the trance taking over. His body relaxed, breathing slowed. Cum was dripping out of his pussy, quickly caught in the thermos. Mr. Miller shoved the butt plug back inside and took the thermos, handing it to Matt. “Drink this,” he said. “When you’re done, undue the restraints and bring him upstairs. We’re going on a trip.” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller collected the gym clothes into the duffle bag and went upstairs, dressing himself. He took his phone and went through his contacts, finding the name The Director. “Hello,” a voice said over the phone. “We’re on our way,” Mr. Miller said. “Get everything ready. Make sure everyone is there.” “Yes, sir.” Mr. Miller packed the duffle bag into his car, removing two jockstraps and two shirts. “Put these on,” he told Matt and Brian as they entered out of the basement. “While I like the idea of traveling with two naked slaves in my car, it wouldn’t do for people to take notice of you.” Both Brian and Matt pulled on the shirts and jockstraps and climbed into the backseat of the car. Mr. Miller drove for an hour before he drove into an alley on the side of an old brick building. He pulled the car into a garage in which other cars were already parked. “Matt, get the duffle bag out of the trunk,” Mr. Miler said. “Slave, you will walk directly behind me and not say a word. Matt, you will follow last. Understood?” Both Brian and Matt said, “Yes, Master.” “Good.” Mr. Miller had walked through the building many times before, knowing where he was headed. He had brought many slaves to this building over the years, several leaving with new masters by the next day. He glanced back at Brian and Matt and wondered if either wouldn’t be leaving with him by the time he left. He couldn’t imagine leaving without Brian seeing as there was so much more he needed to do before his new slave was broken in. Brian still hadn’t been tested yet to see if Mr. Miller’s strain had taken hold of his slave, though he knew it would after several days. Mr. Miller knew he wouldn’t keep Matt forever, though he didn’t know when he would assign him a new master. There was a man in Florida who wanted Matt, to add him to his growing number of slaves. The man even went as far as removing the genitals of his slaves, leaving their pussies as their only form of pleasure. Mr. Miller liked Matt’s cock, but it wouldn’t be up to him in the end. As of now, however, Mr. Miller didn’t know if he wanted to part with Matt yet. They entered a hall in which a man stood at the end, guarding a door. He was wearing leather shorts and a leather vest, his hairy chest and stomach sticking out. The lights in the hall gleamed off his gray hair and highlighted his bulge which was significant. Mr. Miller knew this man well. He had once been a respected business man, married with kids, but Mr. Miller had been paid by the man’s neighbor to hypnotize him, making him a leather slut. It had almost been too easy. The man had been closeted, making the brainwashing easy. His wife took the kids and ran off with someone she worked with. In the end, everything worked out for the best. The man remembered little from his life before becoming his neighbor’s leather slave. Memories often had a way of diminishing over time. “Hello, Sir,” the leather man said, bowing his head. “Is everyone here?” Mr. Miller asked. “Yes, Sir. They wait for you inside.” “Good. Before we leave, I plan on fucking you at least once. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir. My pussy is all yours to fill.” He stepped aside, opening the door, allowing Mr. Miller and his slaves into a large room in which a warm light glowed. In the room there were several slings hanging from the ceiling along with ropes on which wrist restraints were attached. There were crosses on which leather straps were attached. Holes were built into the side of one wall, just large enough for a man to fit inside, his ass and legs hanging out, giving other men access to their holes. There were plastic bins around the room in which sex toys were piled along with gags, butt plugs, rubber suits, leather suits, cock cages, rods for sounding, and every other item a master could want to use on their slave. There was even a corner in which there was a station set up for piercings and tattoos. Mr. Miller had spent years constructing this getaway for masters and their slaves. A friend of his kept watch over the facility, known to everyone as The Director. To Mr. Miller, he was Simon Key, the first man he had ever converted. Now, Mr. Miller sent men on occasion to Simon to work as escorts, erasing their minds until all they could think about was cock and cum. Mr. Miller could see that several of Simon’s recent escorts were in attendance along with several other men filling the room. It was easy to tell the slaves from the masters. Masters wore whatever they wanted, whether suits, leather gear, sometimes redneck getups if that’s what they were into. All the slaves were required to attend naked, a requirement Mr. Miller appreciated. “Matt and Slave, remove your clothing.” “Yes, Master,” they both said, removing their shirts and jockstraps. There were six other Masters in the room, all of whom Mr. Miller knew well. He created their mind control programs, keeping them well stocked in whatever type of man they wanted. Mr. Miller noticed Wesley Anderson, a tall, muscular man who wore a suit and was flanked by five naked men. Mr. Miller knew Wesley’s type. He only ever went after married men. Wesley was also a lawyer, often representing the wives of the men he had taken control over, making sure the wives walked away with everything, making the men dependent on him. Once they were, he had them branded on their chests with his initials, thinking of them as cattle. Wesley was a dirty fucker, and Mr. Miller liked him. Perhaps he’ll take a liking to Matt, Mr. Miller thought. He could represent Matt’s wife when the time comes. “Welcome, gentlemen,” Simon Key said, entering the center of the room. “All of you know why we’re here. Each of you is experienced, having come to this gathering several times before. I’d like to extend our gratitude to Mr. Miller, our leader and supplier of content.” The six men applauded. “Happy to do my part,” Mr. Miller said. “And I believe,” Simon continued, “that each of us along with several other men were fortunate enough to watch the stream of your new accomplishment.” He motioned to Brian who remained unmoved to the attention. “Out of all your students, I think this one is by far our favorite.” “Thank you,” Mr. Miller said, looking back at Brian. “My slave has only just been broken in over the weekend. My other slave, Matt, and I spent the day torturing him today. I look forward to each of you contributing your toxic loads and that of your slaves as well.” “I’m ready when you are,” another Master said, reaching down and grabbing his crotch. The man was wearing a leather jockstrap which had thick pubes sticking out at all angles. “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anything that young.” “You’ll get the chance,” Simon said. “I am training him for testicle torture,” Mr. Miller said. He came to Brian’s side and kneeled down, wrapping his fist around the young man’s scrotum and pulling down, showing his already low hanging balls. “I’ll be working on extending his balls and scrotum down to below his knees.” “Is that possible,” another Master asked. “We’ll find out,” Mr. Miller told him. “Though my other slave I will part with eventually,” he continued, motioning to Matt, “I plan on keeping this slave for myself.” “Keeping all the good pussy for yourself,” a third Master called. “If that were so, I wouldn’t have brought him here,” Mr. Miller told them. “I brought a scrotum weight if you want to use it,” Wesley said. “I’d love to fuck him with it on, watching his balls pulled down to the ground, hitting against the sling as I fuck his brains out.” “And with that,” Mr. Miller said, “I believe Wesley has just solidified himself as the first to fuck my slave.” The men around the room groaned in jealousy. “Instead of talking about fucking, why don’t we simply start,” Simon told them. “For some of you, I know you have newly toxic slaves, so we will be performing biohazard tattoos later in the evening. I’m also meant to tell you that George Truss, a Master from Ohio, will be streaming the castration of one of his slaves this weekend. If you wish to watch, let me know so I can send you the link. Anything else?” The men were silent. “Alright then, gents. Time to start fucking.” The men dispersed, the Masters checking out the bins full of toys and equipment before directing their slaves. Mr. Miller approached Wesley, Matt and Brian following behind. “It’s good to see you, Wesley,” Mr. Miller said, shaking the man’s large hand. Mr. Miller knew that the rest of Wesley’s body was equally as large, his dick nearly eleven inches long, by the far the biggest cock in the group. They had once brainwashed a man with a dick over a foot long, but his Master wanted him only for a bottom, so he had the man’s dick surgically modified, leaving him with a two inch penis. It was no surprise that the men Mr. Miller knew were depraved. “I’m happy to be here,” Wesley said, eyeing Brian. “I came hard watching you put this one under your trance. You make it an art form.” “I do my best,” Mr. Miller said. “Would you mind if I have one of your slaves fuck Matt.” “That’s right,” Wesley said. “A returning favorite. A married man if I remember correctly.” “That he is.” “Any news on that marriage?” “I’m projecting a divorce soon,” Mr. Miller told him. “I’ll make sure to pass your card along to her.” “And what about her husband?” Wesley asked, licking his lips. “When will you be passing him along to me?” “I haven’t tired of him just yet,” Mr. Miller said. “But, when I do, I’ll make sure you’re given notice.” “That’s all I ask,” Wesley said. One of Wesley’s slaves approached, holding the scrotum weight, handing it to his Master. “For allowing me to fuck your new meat first,” Wesley said, handing Mr. Miller the weight, “consider this a gift.” “Much appreciated,” Mr. Miller said. He had already bought several along with a leather extender, all of which he purchased using the money he got from selling some of Brian’s possessions. He also had access to Brian’s bank account, but he wouldn’t be taking money out of that right away. He didn’t want Brian’s parents to become too suspicious yet. I wonder what Brian’s dad is like, Mr. Miller thought, his dick jumping at the thought. Mr. Miller attached the weight around Brian’s scrotum, but, instead of letting it go gently, he let it drop, watching as it pulled down on his slave’s testicles, bouncing a bit and hitting against his legs. “You really think you can get his balls to below his knees?” Wesley asked. “I’m hoping he can get them so far down,” Mr. Miller said, “That he’ll be able to put them in his own mouth.” Wesley moaned. “God, I love it when you talk dirty.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Matt, go with one of Master Wesley’s slaves and get at least five loads into your ass before the hours up. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said. “Reggie,” Wesley said. “Take Matt and fuck his ass until his ass drips with toxic cum and blood.” “Yes, Master,” one of Wesley’s slaves said. Matt left with the slave, both heading toward one of the available slings. “Reggie has a big cock,” Wesley said. “He’ll tear him up good.” “Family?” “I just finished representing his ex-wife. She got all the money from the business he owned. He has two sons, both quickly coming up to their 18th birthdays. I think I’ll be making a reunion happen soon. He loves drinking piss. I haven’t used a toilet to piss in weeks.” “Saving water.” “I’m doing good work for the planet,” Wesley joked. He looked beyond Mr. Miller and eyed Brian again. “Is it time for me to take a ride?” “He’s all yours,” Mr. Miller said. _________________________________________________________________________________________ I'll be doing a side chapter soon about what else Mr. Miller gets up to in connection to a sperm bank.

Finale: I get to Perth station and Adam has made sure I am in his carriage on the return trip to Sydney. I am so excited about the return trip with Adam (so-to-speak) and I am super curious about what he said earlier about making it interesting. I start settling in and as the train leaves the station, I get my usual warm “personal” welcome from Adam inside my cabin. One of the many things I love about Adam is flexibility to either do a quick fuck and cum quickly to serve its purpose like just now or spend an hour inside me pounding me before delivering his seed. I decide to skip dinner because I want to be nice and clean for my first night on the train back to Sydney and I want to make sure I can keep Adams load in me until his next one. At 10pm Adam is at my door on the dot. We make out for the next hour, and he fucks my hole and deposits his second load of the evening in me. It is getting a bit sloppy now as his first load has worked its way down by now lol. So, there are cum stains on the sheets and the first night isn’t even over yet lol. At 11pm while we are snuggling there is a knock at the door to my surprise. “Oh, that’s your return trip surprise” says Adam. He jumps up and opens the door and a slightly older guy steps in quickly. He is about 50 years old, just under 6’ tall, wearing worn tight dirty jeans, a plaid shirt and has a slightly fuller beard than Adam and dark brown shoulder length hair. He has piercing blue eyes which pop with his dark hair and a somewhat evil grin to him. I can see a few sleave tattoos at the end of his wrists and his shirt top buttons are undone to reveal a very hairy chest and some chest tattoos. I am kind of stunned at how hot he is yet different to Adam. “This is Dave, he is one of the train drivers.” Dave reaches out to shake my hand and his grip is firm but welcoming. “Oh come on Dave, you can do better than that” and Dave walks over to me, literally leans in over me and kisses me passionately with what seems like an endless tongue before standing back up. He clearly has a growing bulge in his jeans by this stage. “I thought it would be nice to keep it in the family” Adam says. I say, “Oh shit is this your brother?” thinking how hot, two gay brothers. “Not quite. More of a father really.” He turns to Dave and says, “show him”. Dave lifts the bottom of his shirt and pulls the top of his jeans down a bit to reveal a gorgeous hairy stomach with a clearly defined biohazard tattoo below his belly button. “Dave is the father of my poz babies. It was Dave that knocked me up on one of the trips just over 3 months ago. When I told him I knocked you up, he asked if he could add his grand dad babies to your mix. I thought it would be cool to strengthen the family line.” Adam then leans in and kisses me passionately and says, “only if you want though. But even if you do, I want to let you know, you are and always will be mine baby”. I am rock hard by this stage and Adam grabs my cock and says, “I am guessing that is a yes”. I don’t say a word. I just smile, kiss Adam back and flip over onto all fours and offer my arse to Dave. I hear Adam kiss Dave again and then I hear Dave undo his jeans and I feel a bulging head press against my wet cummy arse and just slide right in. Adam moves around to my front, and I expect to get a mouthful of his cock, but I don’t. Adam is now kneeling face to face with me as Dave is starting to pump my hole. I can feel Adams cum coating his dick and now dripping down my leg as Dave fucks me and it is making a sloppy wet noise now. Adam is now kissing me as Dave fucks me. “How does it feel to be kissed by a man who loves you as you are fucked by another man?” I am in heaven and my groaning confirms it. “Cause if you enjoy this, then maybe you and I got something special. Your arse is always going to be mine. It is always going to be me that knocked you up, but seeing another man fuck you turns me on so much. As long as it is my cock and my load last in every night and you, I fall asleep with and wake up too, I think we got something special here”. I am moaning with pleasure, and I see the excitement and passion in Adams eyes as he says this. And I lose myself in the moment. “YES!” I almost yell it. Adam stands up and now his cock is in my mouth, and I can taste his cum from fucking me earlier. “How’s his arse Dave?” “Fucking sweet arse mate! But I am so fucking close. All that seed in there being mixed up is driving me crazy”. “Good! Give those babies to my man, flood my mans hole with your poz seed. Remind that hole where its babies originated from.” And with that Dave slams in hard and bottoms out and he holds it there and with grunts I am certain the next cabin can hear; I literally feel the pulsing of his cock as he floods me with his seed. He holds his cock inside me for a minute until he goes soft and pops out. Adam then loses control and cums all over my face. Dave just pulls his jeans up, slaps my arse and says “so, same time tomorrow night then?” “Definitely! He will be ready for you again and I will be here to make sure”. Dave leaves, and I roll on to my back and Adam is kneeling next to me. “Lay still babe”. He slowly licks all of his seed off my face and kisses me with it until my face is squeaky clean. I am laying naked on the bed with a mix of his and Dave’s seed dripping from my hole. Adam is naked kneeling next to me leaning over me. He slides his finger inside me and plays with the mix of seed. “How did that feel babe?” “Like heaven” I say. He smiles and looks me in the eyes and say “yeah, me too. I’ve been waiting for someone like you all my life”. He kisses me and I respond, “me too”. Still fingering me Adam says, “then marry me”.

Note: I got the idea for this after seeing a bunch of video clips of a guy called Timothy Champagne. He’s tall and muscled with shaggy blonde hair and tops a bunch of guys in videos. A total stud with a handsome face, a great smile and in all the clips he looks like he’s having a blast. Not generally my my type (a little lean and hairless) but something about him is supremely sexy. Matt is basically that guy as I imagine him. Adam is like a young Atlas Grant. Matt: It was early on a weekday afternoon at the beach. Matt had spent the whole morning surfing in the rough waves, and was done. He knew the guy sitting on the bench was staring at him. The fags always wanted to suck his cock when he came to the beach to surf. Why not? Matt is 25, 6’2”, 180 lbs of lean muscle, furry blonde chest and beard and a nice fat cock with a super furry blonde ass. He basically fucked anything with a hole, no matter what gender. He liked fags because they were always more direct about hitting on him and he rarely turned them down. Plus fags didn’t mind when he fucked them hard and slapped them around a bit. Didn’t matter their age, younger ones were hot, older ones often wanted to pay him. He never turned down money for a fuck. It kept him in weed and T. Matt had rolled down the top of his wet suit, opened the back of his van and started to put his gear away. As soon as it was all stowed, he looked over at the fag trying to be inconspicuous but doing a piss poor job of it. The guy couldn’t stop touching his dick while watching Matt. So Matt decided to put on a little show. The beach was mostly deserted, just a a few other people were out surfing and only a few cars were in the parking lot with no people visible. The only other person was the fag who couldn’t stop staring. He rolled the rest of his wet suit down and took it off, standing behind the van, completely naked. Matt loved the sun on his naked body and it was a gorgeous sunny California day in the 80s. Matt shook his wet suit a little bit to get some more of the water out and leaned over to lay it out in the back of the van, making sure to show off his furry ass so the fag could see it. Matt stole a glance and noticed that the guy was playing with his dick even more obviously through his shorts. This little cat and mouse game was about to get Matt a nice cunt to breed. He stood up and stretched out completely, letting the warm air dry his skin off, then he grabbed his fat uncut dick and started to play with it, looking directly at the kid sitting on the bench. He quickly got hard and the kid’s eyes got bigger and bigger, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Matt crooked his finger and called the kid over. At first he didn’t move but after a few seconds, the kid got up and walked to Matt’s van quickly. He didn’t say a word, he just stared at Matt’s cock. Fags were so easy to use. “Get in the van, dude.” The kid just stood there, staring at Matt. “Come on man, get in. NOW.” Suddenly the kid looked up, startled and said “Oh. Sure.” He climbed in the back of Matt’s van and crouched there. Matt just laughed and thought “this is gonna be fun.” He climbed in after the kid, still completely naked and pulled the rear doors shut. There were a couple of pillows and a sleeping bag in the back for emergencies. Matt grabbed the sleeping bag and unzipped it while the kid just sat there, mesmerized. “Come on, man, get naked. Gonna fuck your ass. But first, have a taste.” The kid hesitated again and again, Matt just said “NOW.” The kid quickly shucked his clothes and Matt liked what he saw. The kid was short, thick and furry. About 5’5” and a muscled torso covered in black hair. Matt told him to turn around and he did without saying a word. “Nice little furry hole there. You like getting fucked dude?” “Um. Sometimes. I’m not very experienced, to be honest.” The kid blushed which was really cute, and Matt just laughed. “Don’t worry man, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m a nice guy who’s horny all the fucking time. What’s your name? How old are you?” “Adam. I’m 20.” “Good, now get over here and suck my cock.” This time Matt didn’t have to tell the kid twice. He sat down on the floor on the sleeping bag, and propped the pillows behind his back so he could lean against the wall of the van while the fag got busy. Adam took most of Matt’s fat dick in his mouth and started sucking it immediately. It was a little toothy at first, so Matt pulled his mouth up by Adam’s curly hair and said “watch your fucking teeth, fag.” Adam immediately responded “Yes, sir!” and shoved the fat surfer cock down his entire throat. He was getting a good rhythm going, taking all of Matt’s cock on every stroke and Matt grabbed him by the ears and started to regulate the depth and speed of the blow job. “That’s better, faggot.” Matt slowed down and sped up, taking as much pleasure as he could from the cute kid’s mouth. But he was ready for more so after a few minutes, he slowed the kid’s mouth down and held him in place as Matt’s cock throbbed, lodged all the way down Adam’s throat. He started to push back, clearly having a hard time breathing and Matt held onto his head. Finally he released Adam and the fag came up for air, gasping with his face covered in spit. After he caught his breath, Adam moved to go back down on Matt’s cock but Matt pulled his face up and started kissing him hard on the mouth. The kid responded immediately with a moan and melted into Matt’s arms. Matt reached down behind the kid and started touching his hole. He pulled Adam away from a deep kiss and stuck his fingers in Adam’s mouth to lube them up, then reached down and started playing with Adam’s furry cunt. The kid moaned again, deeper and more desperate. Matt could tell this was going to be fun. After he spent some time playing with Adam’s hole, Matt pulled him in close again and started teasing Adam’s newly lubed up hole with his fat hard cock. “Do you have any rubbers?” Adam asked. “No. Gonna fuck you anyway.” “Um. I. Um.” Matt laughed since he knew just how to fix this problem. He grabbed the back of Adam’s head and pulled him in close for another deep kiss, all the while playing with his butthole. The hole was relaxed and clean, so Matt knew it was a matter of time before Adam let him in his hole raw. After a couple of minutes of making out and ass play, Adam pulled away from Matt, out of breath and said “fuck it man. I can’t wait to have your cock in me. Just don’t cum inside, OK?” “Sure, kid. Whatever you say.” Matt smiled his big goofy surfer boy smile, kissed the kid again and slowly maneuvered Adam’s butt onto his cock. Considering Matt’s long, fat cock, he was impressed that Adam took it all the way down the root in one continuous, slow push. He continued to kiss Adam as the kid impaled himself on the huge cock. Once Adam was at the root of his cock, he reached over and opened a zippered pouch, pulling out a glass pipe and a baggie. “Sit still for a second, kid. We’re gonna have some fun. You got anywhere you need to be?” Adam just moaned and said “fuck no. I was bored so I decided to come watch guys surf and walk on the beach.” Matt laughed and said “never thought you’d end up with a surfer dude’s cock in your cunt, did you.” Adam moaned again and said “fuck, no. But I fucking love it.” Matt laughed again and said “OK, sit still for a second, so I can load the pipe.” “I don’t do drugs,” Adam said. “You do now,” Matt replied, quickly loaded the pipe and lit it, melting the large shards in the bottom of the bowl while expertly maneuvering the bowl so nothing burned. He took a huge hit off the pipe, and then pulled a still reluctant Adam in for a shotgun and a kiss. He looked surprised when Matt started to exhale the smoke into his lungs, but quickly realized what he was supposed to do and breathed in. They shared the first hit back and forth until it was gone, and then Matt turned the pipe around and explained to Adam how to smoke it. They traded shotguns for a few minutes while Matt’s rock hard cock was still lodged up his hole. Finally, Matt set the pipe down in a safe spot, pulled Adam in to make out with him again and started moving his hips to fuck Adam’s hole. The kid moaned loudly as his ass started to quickly adjust to accept the cock that was invading it. Matt started to move the kid up and down on his dick, which caused Adam to moan even more. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck, Matt. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so fucking horny in my life!” He was panting loudly as Matt picked up speed, fucking his furry little cunt. Matt laughed and said “it’s the T. Makes everyone horny. Most guys can’t get hard with it, but it just makes my dick harder." Matt reached down and touched Adam’s cock which was completely soft. “See? You can’t get hard, just proves you’re a fagdump for loads.” Adam just moaned more loudly and said “I don’t fucking care what I am, just never stop fucking my hole!” Matt laughed and said “That’s the reaction I usually get. Now let’s get the first load in your cunt and then head back to my place. I think we can probably have some fun all day.” Matt turned Adam around and laid him on his back on the pillows so he could pound the kid’s cunt. “Let’s get this first load out of the way so we can spend more time fucking your pussy in my apartment.” Matt picked up the pace and started really pounding the kid’s hole, which just caused him to moan louder and beg to be fucked harder. All fags are the same. They all wanted his big cock, and they all wanted it hard and rough. After a couple minutes of pounding Adam’s big ass, Matt leaned down to him, grinned and whispered “Are you sure you want me to pull out? Are you SURE?” Adam just grabbed onto Matt’s ass and pulled him as deep as possible inside. “FUUUUUCK man! No! Don’t pull out! Please! I gotta have your load in my hole! No one ever fucked me like this before. I need it!” Matt leaned down again and kissed the kid while he pounded Adam’s hole mercilessly. “Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya. Gonna breed ya…..take it you fucking faggot! NOW.” Finally, he buried himself as deeply as possible in Adam’s hole and let loose with a huge load of cum. Adam could feel Matt’s cock throbbing inside his cunt and reached back to, once again, pull Matt as deeply as possible inside. They both caught their breath and Matt’s cock started to soften. He immediately rolled Adam over onto his shoulders so his ass was sticking straight up in the air. Matt reached over and opened another bag and pulled out a nice sized butt plug. He grinned at Adam and said “don’t want lose that load when we’re going to my house.” Adam smiled and let the plug slip inside of his raw ass lips. He moaned again when the plug hit home and laid down flat for a minute. Matt started to get ready to leave, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top, commando of course. Adam started to get dressed as well, when Matt said “nope. No clothes for you. You’re gonna give me road head while we go back to my apartment. Keep the plug in and clean off my dick. It’s not far.” Adam was completely smitten and obeyed without thinking. His brain was partially addled by the drugs and partly by the fuck he’d just taken but he couldn’t think of saying no, and didn’t even think about his car parked down the row. He just crouched down next to Matt sitting in the driver’s seat. Matt started the van and pulled his cock out through the fly of his shorts. “OK, fag. Suck it while I drive.” Adam started sucking Matt’s hard cock immediately and didn’t even look up. A few minutes later they drove up in front of a small house and pulled into the driveway. Matt pulled Adam’s head off his cock and said “OK. Take a break. Let’s go inside.” Adam started to get dressed again, but Matt just grabbed his clothes and said “follow me.” Adam didn’t even think of refusing. He just got out of the van and followed Matt to the front door and went inside not caring who saw his naked, plugged ass.

I was recently on holiday to Budapest with some friends, and as recommended we went to the thermal baths. Of course, all the guys were in swimming trunks which made it very easy to see their hot bodies. While in one of the pools I spotted this young guy, probably about 19 chilling on the steps. It was like he was sent from the gods, a tight body, tanned skin, a cute smile. Perfect, easily out of my league. I couldn't stop staring, every time he was in my view my eyes lingered a little too long, and he noticed. He stared back at me and our eyes met, he let out a small smirk and beckoned with his head for me to come over. I swam over and sat next to him. "You English?" he said in a Hungarian accent. "Yes" I replied back. "You into guys?" he asked. "Yes" I replied back. He looked at me and smiled before saying "follow me". He stood up and got out the pool, I quickly followed him. He went downstairs to the changing rooms and went through a random door before getting to a toilet that was secluded. We went inside and he locked the door before pulled down his trunks revealing a nice uncut cock which was already hard, maybe a little over 6inch, not too thick. I got on my knees and began sucking; using my tongue to lick under his foreskin and around his cock head. He ran his hands through my hair and let out a moan. "anal?" he asked after a little while. "I'm not sure how clean it is, your choice" I answer back. He pulled me up and turned me around before spitting on his hand and rubbing his saliva on my hole. He stuck a finger in and swirled it around before pulling it out. "looks clean to me." He stuck his open palm out to me, "spit." I spat out a thick blob of saliva into his hand which he also rubbed and pushed into me. I lent against the wall and revealed my hole for him. He rubbed his cock head against it for a little bit before slowly pushing in. I let out a moan as my hole resisted the intruder. "relax" he whispered. He push a little harder and he slid in, balls deep. He softly grabbed my hips and began to thrust. I leaned further forward letting him push really deep into me. He then gripped harder and began going to town on my hole, thrusting in and out as hard as he could, like I was nothing but a fuck toy to him. I let out a moan with every thrust into me. "dirty English slut, letting a stranger use you raw," I just let out a moan and said fuck a few times. "I bet you want my cum deep inside you" he began to pant. "breed me, I need your cum so badly" I moaned back to him. He began pushing deep into me, trying to get as far into my hole as possible. "here it comes slut" he said, slightly out of breath. His cock began to pulse as it was buried balls deep inside me, flooding my guts with his DNA. He let out a deep moan as his balls emptied into me. He then slowly slid out and slapped by ass. He parted my cheeks and looked at my hole, leaking a small bit of cum. "fuck that's hot," he exclaimed. He then slide a finger or 2 into my ass and again swirled them around. He then quickly withdrew them. I felt some more cum drip out and run down my leg. "fuck you're dirty." I smiled back at him. He slapped my ass again before he unlocked the door and left. I quickly put my trucks back on and left a minute later. I went upstairs and went back into one of the pools where I let his load leak into water. Bred by a hot Hungarian guy in some toilets, would definitely do again 😅

Learn to clean out, get on PrEP and start taking dick. Find out how much dick you can take now by using a few smaller size butt plugs and dildos working their way up in size and work up from there. You are just outside of Portland and I'm pretty sure there is a bathhouse there. Go check it out. And in Seattle and Vancouver, Canada. Plan a trip to LA and Palm Springs. Find out if you like being a cumdump* by seeing if you like taking dick after dick or if you like getting fucked and then waiting a while before you get fucked again or if you like orgy situations more. And be very careful with the club drugs. But it's mostly a matter of practice taking dick and paying attention to what your body is telling you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *I found out that I liked being a cumdump because I fantasized about it and then, at a White Party in Palm Springs I climbed into a fuck box (a rectangular prism set in a wall with an opening - the rectangle was about 8 to 10 feet long - you crawl in and there is enough room in the back to wait ass up in doggy or to get on your back with your heels on the ceiling and ass available (I did that) - then guys climb in and fuck you.

Exactly this. By being so successful with the formula that worked at the beginning, they painted themselves into a corner. There's simply nowhere else for them to go unless they start going to serious extremes that no logical or sane person would consider. I'm hesitant to name those, lest they be against the rules of BZ, or (worse) inspire someone to actually do it.

Being called a pussy or a cunt, in my opinion is demeaning and a turnoff. I have heard the term "man-pussy" or "boy-pussy" and this came out of both a top and a bottom's mouth at a group party. I was sort of sick to my stomach, lost my erection after hearing that.

In the UK, the Heath Security Agency has just withdrawn the need to isolate for anyone who’s been in close contact with someone who has MP providing they’re showing no symptoms. Apparently it’s because the most recent evidence here shows that “only a relatively small number of close contacts have gone on to develop monkeypox themselves.” I must admit, I was surprised how laidback my consultant was about monkeypox last week when I had my six monthly checkup.

i have a husband. We both fully reject the absurd and unnatural assertion from most religions about sexual monogamy. When you find a guy like that the relationship part is easy because it's then actually about the relationship and not all wound up in "sexual devotion vs. cheating", which is the real and toxic base of Xian religion relationships, in particular. My other half plays, though not on the level i do. He encourages my promiscuous indulgences: knowing at the bat I will be in the play are getting fucked and fisted openly nearly the entire time i am there, He ensured my heavy use at Fist Fest, which I just returned home from where in 4 days: I had 16 fisting partners for 19 fisting sessions, and 7 penis top partners for a 10 breedings. Total of 23 sex partners for a total of 29 sexual experiences, 2 of which were filmed with my other half as the cameraman, as he often is on my porn scenes. yet, at the end of the night, we fell asleep together n woke up hard and horny. Guys like us are out there.

Got mine on my right hand

I’m a STRAIGHT student in my first year of Uni’ my only problem in life was I am broke, sitting in my room one evening watching porn (as any self-respecting 18 year old does) thinking about how I could make some money a pop up hit the screen showing a guy on a web cam show mmm there’s an idea, how hard could it be show off my blonde slim young body and get paid!!! at 130 lbs 5ft6 with not an ounce of fat, sporting a 8 inch uncut cock and heavy balls, I thought I was bound to be a hit, perfect plan. It was really easy to set up my account all I had to do was unload a profile picture, confirm my status, easy Virgin, sexuality very straight done, location Brighton UK. The site confirmed I would get paid for private shows. Ok time to go live with my cam’ once online I quickly got a message for a PVT show from user Brighton123 and I hit accept. Brighton123 was straight to the point with Hey Sexy strip for me. I removed my tee shirt and started playing with my showing my hairless slim toned body, tiny waist and six pack, he messaged back nice sexy so take the rest off, I removed my jeans and turned round to show my sweet little bubble butt, turning back round to show the outline of my hard throbbing meat under my briefs, come on sexy show me that sexy butt so I pulled my briefs down and cupped my butt cheeks in my hands, damn that’s might fine the message came back, I’d love to fuck your butt, I’m not gay sorry. No problem sexy just bend over and show me your ring I am the paying customer, so I bent over and exposed my ring to the cam, perfect the message came back. Now wank for me and cum over your chest so I laid down showing Brighton123 my hole, heavy balls and hard 8 inch cock, soon enough my balls started to hardened as the cum realised from my sack and worked its way up my throbbing cock exploding out of the head releasing at least 7 large shots of cum over my chest, nice now eat it, the message came so I licked up the salty cum licking my lips. Brighton123 then messaged me saying if your not gay why are you doing this? I replied I am desperate for the money, oh that a shame you’ll get jack shit on this site, look me up on BreedingZone and message me if you want to make some real money. Okay I replied and he signed out. I checked my cam account and was in credit by £3.82 damn that’s no good. Logging out of the cam I was angry all that for 3 quid that’s BS I thought, after a short while I had created a BZ account and looked up Brighton123 the picture showed a really fit guy in his forties with a massive cock and low hanging balls, the head of this cock was purple and so big, why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on? I’m straight! The next picture was of him shooting a load on the hole of a slim mixed race twink damn it was hot. Any way I decided to message him to find out about his offer, soon enough he messaged back to cut a long story short it ending up with him sending an Uber over to pick me up as I was local. I arrived as I pressed the doorbell my stomach was in knots, soon enough the door opened and this stud of a man welcomed me in introducing himself as Jay. We sat in Jays kitchen drinking a beer, then Jay said so you want to make some real money? Yes, easy reply. Jay explained that he runs a successful private gay sex business and could earn anything up to £1k depending on what I was prepared to do, he explained that a top fucking gets 30% of the take the bottom 70%. I was really confused here I was being offered good money for gay sex. Jay said no pressure just think about it, he also said he was putting on a show with a twink that night and that I was welcome to watch or take part. Jay said “look sign these agency release forms, no pressure just in case you want to take me up on my offer”. Mistake I signed without reading, Jay basically owned me as I would later find out and that I could not refuse any load and that the only release from the contract was his choice. My head was still spinning when the door opening and this sweet mixed race twink came in (the one for the BZ picture, I was sure) who’s this the sexy twink said Jay said I don’t know his name but he seems interested in being with us tonight for the show. Awesome the sexy twink said as he went straight to Jay and kissed him, then to my surprise he came over and started kissing me I was in shock but so hard at the same time he reached round and cupped my but cheeks and said damn sexy. Jay said come on stop he is cock is tenting his trackies, was I gay really!!! Jay said to Max the twinks name go get me cleaned up and I was taken into a bathroom, really strange it had chains hanging from the ceiling, Max started kissing me and before I knew it I had wrist cuffs on both arms and was attached to the chains. Max stood back and shouted to Jay that I was ready, ready for what I thought. Jay came in with a Camara on a tripod and said lets get started and spoke into the mic’ “Pigs a special night show tonight, we have a new twink a straight Virgin and he’s going to be breed tonight by both Max and I, with High Viral load unmedicated POZ cum, please welcome are new fresh cumdump, if any one wants to come round and breed him your welcome you know the fees, POZ cum only, he is getting gifted tonight Pigs” Max get his clothes off now and Max stripped me as I swore at them both, to which Jay said “Dumb fuck Uni boy read before you sign your life is mine now” Max shave the fucker, Max picked up the clippers and shaved all the hair from my head, grade zero. Jay the looked at me and said “nice, clean” he then asked me if I wanted Max to use the clipper on the rest of my body hair, to which I said NO fuck off. Great answer Piggy Jay said, Max get the hair removal cream and be sure to coat him good. Max came back and soon enough I was coated with the hair removal cream with extra on my cock, balls and hole, it was cold from the fridge but that didn’t last long for fifteen long long minutes my body was on fire and I cannot describe the pain in my nut sack it so intense. As I was screaming, Jay was looking at his Laptop and counting the number of pigs that wanted to breed me, 15 POZ fuckers so far, come on guys we need more, text your mates get them round he said into the Mic’. After 15 minutes Max turned on the shower above my head and the hair removal cream washed off leaving me as naked and hairless and smooth as the day I was born. Look at him now pigs Max said the count is 35 now, fuck your fucked, fucked, fucked Max said as he read out one of the messages into the Mic’ Aids Fucker is coming, he is full blown now and med’ resistant .😊 Max and Jay stripped off their clothes and I was greeted with the sight of Jay’s huge cock, Max’s cock looked as long, but Jay’s was so thick like a beer can. Max had a silver cock ring and ball stretcher with nipple piercings. Max get the dumb fuck set up. Okay said Max. He came over and pulled my legs apart and clamped them in chains, then got a ball stretcher and yanked down hard on my sack, I screamed whilst he attached the ball stretcher, then a thick silver cock ring was slide over and my cock and balls where extended and throbbing red, at which point he surprised by fully sucking me cock down his throat pulling my foreskin back over the engorged purple head of my cock, it felt so good my cock throbbed and throbbed as he worked his throat around my cock, I wanted to cum and my ball were busting but the ball stretcher was preventing any release. Jay said good work Max he passed on cumming for this dumb fuck, now do his nipples, Max took a needle and pieced both nipples the pain was immense as he fitted rings with a chain between then adding weights to pull at my nipples. Okay good work Max, lets get that Negative cumdump down and into the basement, chains where attached to my wrist cuffs and then to my ankle cuffs as he released me. I was walked down into this basement with all kinds of stuff hanging from the walls, slings, benches whip’s and huge dildo’s everywhere. Cameras and mirrors everywhere to capture all angles. Jay said to Max get him in the stocks I was bent over arms and head secured in the stocks, at which point I said please Sir don’t do this, Jay laughed and said it’s your fate, if you only read before you signed the contract both you and Max have that in common Cumdump. Jay pulled my legs apart and secured them in place. Jay then spoke into the Mic’s “look at that small pink hairless Virgin rosebud it will never be the same after tonight, it will bleed, be flooded with POZ cum, fucked and fisted remorselessly. We are going to take a break now, back in 30 minutes with our guests for the breeding, especially looking forward the Aids Fucker destroying his life. Part 2 the Breeding Only if you want pigs?

I never ask if I can cum inside his ass. I just do it. The few times that a guy told me to pull out, they still hold on to my ass when I'm about to cum so that I don't pull out.

I'm doing my part. I've come up with this poster which I'm going to put up all over Philly, especially in locations where MSM gather... The code links to the Department of Health where they can get information and set up an appointment to get vaccinated.

Chapter 13 I was sitting in the medical centre waiting room with a very nervous Sally. We were doubling up the appointment, I was going to receive a definitive diagnosis and Sal was having the quick test. We were called in to see Gino. ‘Please sit down Sally ‘ Gino said after we were called in. ‘ I understand you are nervous , but try not to be, there’s nothing to be scared of, as Neil will tell you’ . I nodded. I noticed Archie wasn’t in the room. ‘Where’s your assistant?’ I asked. ‘Oh, Archie , he’s called in sick again he’s been off now for three days, he thinks he’s picked something up at a party he went to’ Gino replied , winking at me. ‘Ah, ok’ I said. I was hoping that I had spread my own gift. Gino quickly took a blood swab from Sally and Eagan for the quick test, explaining what he was doing, and that there would be a thirty minute wait for the quick test result. ‘Are you ok with Sally here knowing your formal result? ‘. Gino asked me. ‘Yes no problem’ I replied. ‘Well , you are confirmed as being Hiv positive as I’m sure you guessed’ he told me. Do you want to keep the same med regime we discussed last time ? ‘ ‘Er yes please’ I said, well aware that that was none at all for the time being. ‘Ok well we’ll have a follow up appointment in six months but in the meantime If you have any worries you have my number. ‘ We then waited in the reception for Sally’s result. She just looked at the floor saying nothing, until she asked ‘ Aren’t you worried about being poz?’ ‘No, I’m honestly not. It helps me be who I am, I don’t have to worry about getting it now, and I’m in control’ , as you’ll see when we go to the parlour.’ I had agreed to go with Sally for her test if she came to Steve’s tattoo parlour with me afterwards. She had always liked tattoos but had never had the courage to have one. I was hoping she would take the plunge. ‘Sally’ her name was called and I went with her back to see Gino . ‘ Well Sally, I can tell you that you have tested positive and that more than likely this will formally be confirmed with the full blood test, Like Neil’s was. You are Hiv positive.’ Sally looked ashen but I found it hot, my best friend also poz. Gino talked through the meds situation but I could see Sally wasn’t taking it in. She just wanted to leave. We walked outside and she just burst into tears. I tried to console her. ‘There’s nothing you can do, just embrace it and own it girl’ I told her’ come on I’ll show you. ‘ We walked to the tattoo parlour and came in the door and both Steve and Phil were there . ‘Hello stranger’ Phil commented. ‘ who’s your friend?’ ‘This is Sally’ I replied’ I’ve had some good news and want to do something about it, and she’s had some not so good news and is feeling sorry for herself’ ‘ok do tell’ Steve joined in the conversation. ‘Well we’ve both tested positive, we’re both poz’ I added’ so I need some work doing, and Sally here has always wanted a tattoo but has been too scared to come before. ‘ Well congratulations to you both on your new status, I’m sure you will enjoy being members of the club. ‘ Steve smiled ‘Ok you come with me , Sally can go with Lana and talk through some designs, she’s really good with first timers’ I hugged Sal and went to the back. ‘Phil here will tell you what you’re having’ Steve said. I made myself ready as I watched Steve prepare. He set to work, inking in a biohazard symbol in my shaved pubic area and a small decorative + sign at the back of my neck. Phil wants you to have a final piercing, are you ok with it? Not that you’re going to say no’ Steve said. I nodded and Steve numbed my cock. I hadn’t expected this but could see I was being given a Prince Albert. Fuck that would look hot I thought . I wondered whether Sally would get anything . When Steve had finished his handiwork he told me to drink lots of water for a week to minimise infection, I stepped out into the main shop a little sore. Sally had just come through. ‘Well what did you get?’ I asked her. ‘She was really good ….. and took to it like a duck to water. She got a small black widow spider just down from her hip towards her pussy and liked it that much she wanted another near the top of her back. I looked as Sally turned to show me. Lana had cleverly incorporated a biohazard into the black widow design. I wasn’t sure Sally understood the message but it looked hot and sexy. ‘Look, I think you two will be ideal guests for a party for a client of mine ‘ Phil said ‘ you can come and will be well paid’ ‘Paid?’ Sally queried. ‘Yes you have to chat to guests , entertain them that kind of thing’ he said. I had an idea what ‘entertaining’ Phil had in mind, though I wasn’t sure Sally did. ‘You would be paid £1,000 but you do need to stay til the end , you can’t disappear after an hour’ I was definitely in, but waited on Sal. ‘ I could do with cheering up I guess and the money will be handy, It can fund a short holiday! Ok I’m in. ‘ Sally said , ‘Me too ‘ I added. ‘Ok we’ll be in touch’ Phil said. . I was horny at the thought of being broken in to a proper party, but kept my thoughts to myself. The days to the weekend dragged, Sally was down but we had a heart to heart and she had been researching being poz and had come to terms with it a little more by the weekend. We were due to meet at Joe and Luke’s before heading into town. Sally and Ty arrived together and we had a couple of drinks. I then stood up and said I had an announcement to make. ‘We know you’re a cocksucker now ‘ Ty joked , ‘you don’t have to come out’ . ‘No this is different, I’ve joined a new club’ I continued ‘ Which one ?’ Joe said , ‘Is it in town?’ . ‘No not that type of club ‘ I replied , unbuckling my belt and pulling down my jeans and boxers showing my PA and biohazard tattoo. ‘I’ve joined club Poz ! I apparently converted about a week and a half ago and tested poz last week! , Though it was a routine check as I didn’t know ‘ I lied, for the sake of Joe who was looking aghast ‘ Congrats on becoming a proper bottom Neil!’ Luke hollered, ‘see Joe that’s what u need to do !’ , We are going to have a proper night tonight.’ ‘And me’ a small voice said. I hadn’t planned on mentioning anything about Sally. It was hers to own. We all looked round, Sally was bright red ‘ And me’ she repeated ‘ I’m poz as well I converted this week too’ ‘Sorry Ty’ ‘Nothing to be sorry about babe’ I’m cool with u being poz’ I don’t know my status but I’m guessing I need testing too!’ Ty lied, catching my eye. I kept silent. ‘But I guess I may be’ he added. ‘Only you now Joe to make the trip’ Luke hollered’ Let’s see where the night takes us!’ …………………….

Being a pig is something that comes from within. Go to an ABS or a sex club and put yourself out there. If it makes you happy embrace it, own it.

Met a guy on the train. He was sleeping a few seats down and across from me. I’m not sure what he was dreaming about but It had definitely been good cause it had him bulging in his sweats and had me staring. After some time he woke up and readjusted his package while we happen to catch eyecontact. I glanced at his dick and back at him. He grinned back at me. Next stop he got up to get off and waved me to follow him. I contemplated if it’s worth having to wait for the next train but said fuck it let’s see where this goes. I got off at his stop and followed him to the nearest restroom. He asked me what I was trying to get into. Told him I’m open minded but definitely trying to get his tick dick balls deep in me. He laughed out loud and pulled me into the handicap stall. Without hesitation he pulled his dick out and told me to suck it. I got on my oneees grabbed his dick with my left hand and began to stroke and suck it. I felt his dick grow and get harder. Soon it was sliding in and out of my throat. He pulled me up and told me to show him my hole. I got up dropped my jeans and bent over. He pushed his dick against my hole grabbed the back of my neck with his feet hand and my shoulder with his right and shoved his dick all the way in me. I let out a loud moan. His thick 8.5 latino dick stretched my hole around it. He began to pump my hole faster. His raw dick digging my ass out deep and hard. He began to breath heavy and I knew he was gonna bust soon. He moan out he was gonna cum. I pushed back on his dick and pushed him against the wall behind him and worked his dick. Soon enough he began to shoot multiple ropes inside me. Once his dick stopped throbbing he pulled out. Told him thanks for the load and I went back to wait for the next train.

I get back to my cabin and have a shower. I try to keep Adam’s seed in me, but there seems to be so much, and it leaks out the entire shower. It makes me proud to have been bred by him, but also sad I am losing his DNA. I throw on a t-shirt and cargo shorts and relax with a coffee and read a book for a couple of hours and with no warning Adam opens my cabin door and comes in and shuts it behind him (clearly, he has no issue using his key). Leaning against the door as if to hold it shut, he is standing there in the same uniform as yesterday, and again a huge bulge in his pants. “Got 15-minute break” is all he says. I jump up and kiss him quickly, and he breaks the kiss and says, “more of that later”. And spins me around and pulls the back of my shorts down and within a minute his manhood is deep inside me again and he is fucking me standing pushed against the wall with enthusiasm. “I just need to let….” and a huge growl as he floods me again with his toxic seed. With my shorts still around my knees he turns me around and kisses me passionately and pulls his pants up. “Ok, 5 more minutes” he says. He doesn’t move but holds me there against the wall with my pants around my knees kissing me. My own cock is rock hard and leaking precum and some gets on the pants of his crotch. “Your turn” he says and kneels and deep throats my cock. After a couple of minutes of sucking me off he looks up and says, “nice neg juices, may be the last I get from you”. With that I lose control and cum all over his face and beard before he gets the chance to get back on it. He stands up, and I feel bad. “You can’t go back to work like that”. And I quickly lick off all my neg cum off his beard and kiss him with it until he is all cleaned up. He kisses me one last time. “No waiting until midnight this time. Be back at 10pm tonight”. At 10 o’clock on the dot Adam lets himself into my cabin and this time he comes bearing gifts. A bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers. He kisses me and says, “can’t not be looking after the father of my babies”. Tonight, is different. We enjoy the wine and chat a lot more about each other. He is such a gorgeous man. Tonight, is romantic. Adam still gives me 3 loads and again he stays the night in my cabin. I tell him I am in Perth for a month and was planning to get a flight back to Sydney. But now I think I might take the train back. His roster doesn’t quite match up, and the best I can do is stay an extra 2 weeks in Perth so I can get his train back. So, I stay 6 weeks in Perth, and we stay in touch the whole six weeks. We text and call almost non-stop. I fear that not only do I want his babies in me, but I want him more than that. We talk a lot about him taking some time off and us having a holiday together. Two weeks in I come down with a cold, and I am suspicious. It isn’t too bad, but I can’t stop wondering if this is his baby inside me. I do a test 3 weeks in and it comes back positive. It is Adams and I feel so “whole”. I decide not to tell Adam until my return trip no matter how often he asks. Adam is in Perth 2 days and nights before his return trip, so he spends them with me. We get a luxury apartment overlooking the ocean and the few hours he is not inside me; we go out for dinners and walks along the beach. He is insanely affectionate even in public and I feel in heaven. We are laying in bed the night before the train ride home and he is saying he wants to try to knock me up on the return trip. I look him in the eyes and say, “well if you did, then I’d be having twins”. He immediately smiles and says, “no way!”. “Yep” I said, “and it can only be yours”. That night we don’t have sex, we make love. It feels so different. He says, “well now we know it is definitely mine, maybe we can make the ride back to Sydney more interesting for you”. To be continued…

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

I'd like to tell you a little story. It's about something we've all heard of and many fear. It's about HIV. It is about what happened when I was infected with the virus. Oh, perhaps that was a little to abrupt for you... that blunt, prompt disclosure of my status. You know, some people expect ‘kid gloves’ when it comes to this whole topic. If you are one of them, this story is definitely NOT for you. It would be best if you just moved on to something else right now. If, on the other hand, the first paragraph makes your dick hard, then you will really enjoy this story. Still with me? If so, don't let it be said that I didn't warn you.... My lover and I met about a year after I divorced my wife. It's funny how my lover and I met - it was through an on-line advertisement in which he said he was "selling his wares." I wasn't looking for the full meal deal. Although I'd just been promoted to a new position and wanted to treat myself, I wasn't into paying for sex. I just wanted a massage. Now I bet you're saying to yourself, "He married a call boy?" Well, we didn't start off that way... engaged, I mean. That came much later (no pun intended). At the outset, I merely wanted to see him regularly as a person, not as a client. He eventually agreed once we'd established that I knew he was free to continue working, and I had no expectations other than to show him a good time rather than the other way around. The early days were interesting to say the least. The boy was constantly on the go. Seeing people he knew as clients, as friends, as fuck buddies, etc. A very busy boy indeed. I was no prude by any means either. Even so, it wasn't too long into our relationship before we began having unsafe sex. Now don't jump to conclusions about the plot. Be patient. Newly out of the closet, I had never had unsafe sex. Sure lots of "straight" married men cruise the parks and bookstores and get off on the sleaziness of cumming into any hole that presents itself. I did get off on sleaziness, but I was never unsafe. Not even after I was divorced and began my life as a single gay man... until one particular night, that is. The night came along when I had this sexy boy in my arms, and he just sat on my hard, bare dick. We had been seeing each other for a while, and our feelings for each other were already growing very strong. I just let it happen, and...well...if you're reading this, perhaps you can remember the first time you came in a man’s ass. If you can't, let me remind you how mind-blowingly incredible it is when it first happens... especially if you had never done it without a condom before. I would never again use a condom with him or anyone else. We both basked in the afterglow, and I could tell by the look on his face that this boy was happiest when there was cum swimming inside him. I still am not sure how often he'd been fucked unsafely since he'd broken up with his previous lover nine months prior, but I can say truly that he loved having MY cum flooding his guts! Perhaps I was already in love, because it seems odd to me that I accepted my enjoyment of unsafe sex with him so quickly, notwithstanding I had been previously so careful. Notwithstanding he was still very promiscuous and I was hardly monogamous with him myself. It was a week or so later that I contracted genital herpes. Knowing was wrong I went to see my doctor. He gave me the diagnosis, and interestingly enough, my thought was not that I might have gotten herpes from the boy, but that I might give it to him. Well sure, I considered briefly that it might have come from him, but herpes is easily transmitted orally or anally. I started taking the medication, and I told the boy the whole story. He handled it very well. I guess he had understood the risks, after all, he was working as an escort. He was checked out by his doctor, and received a clean bill of health. Both our doctors suggested that we take HIV tests, so we did. We shared a couple of wonderful hours in intimate conversation about what would happen if either one of our tests came back positive. He seemed concerned about his results, but not afraid. He knew how promiscuous he'd been. He knew that increased the odds. I was having night sweats at the time, so I was downright nervous... and lonely. His fearlessness bolstered me, and I was grateful to have him there to talk with. I knew we were falling in love as we talked so honestly and directly about what most people would consider the hardest things to share. Confronting death and disease is not exactly a topic usually tackled in that early infatuation stage of a relationship, but we were sensitive to each other and shared our feelings with ease. The next weekend we were due to go to Palm Springs together for the weekend. As it happened, I got my results the day that we left. His were not due until we got back. I tested negative. I got out of the doctor's office and cried. To this day, I'm not sure why. Mostly relief I guess, but things change. Today, I feel much differently, but that is due mostly to the Love of my life and what we share. Oops, I'm getting ahead of myself. Sorry. Anyway, by the time we landed in Palm Springs, two things had transpired. First, I was almost completely over the herpes. I had been taking the medication, and things had cleared up. I didn’t think there was much possibility of infecting him at that point. That was good, (and possibly irrelevant) because second, I was frantically horny to fuck the boy and cum up his ass. Turned out we couldn’t even wait to fuck in our room! When we got to the bed and breakfast where we were staying, (it was one of those ‘clothing optional’ facilities) we went skinny-dipping immediately after dropping off our luggage. As this sexy boy floated in my arms, I had one thing particularly in mind, and we did it right there in the pool. DAMN, that was hot. I'll never forget it. We enjoyed a wonderful weekend together full of laughter, love and really REALLY hot sex! The next week after we had returned home that we began to talk about the things we found the most erotic about the time we had shared in Palm Springs. For both of us, that first time in the pool was one of the highlights. He was starting to tell me about how much he liked that for two reasons. The first was that other couple that was in the hot tub across the pool watching me fuck him in the water. Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Please forgive me. Details. The other part we both found so erotic became something that would change our lives forever. For him, it was that there was no guarantee that I wasn't giving him herpes. For me, it was that for all I knew he could be HIV positive (his results weren't in yet, remember?) and that I could be infected by fucking him. How did we just start talking about the possibility being infected by the other and that it was a turn-on for both of us to fantasize about? I can only blame it on destiny. We were fated to share those fantasies and more. He was reluctant to just come out and say it, but I had guessed. I also had some of the same fantasies about him, so I took the risk of just putting it out on the table to discuss. We were both blown away by how special it was to tell each other about it, and I hung up the phone and cabbed it over there to fuck him and eat the cum from his ass. As a consequence of talking about our fantasies related to infections, cupidity had consumed us, and we simply had to be together in love and lust for one another. That night we made a pact. If one of us ever tested HIV positive, he would pump his cum into the other and knowingly, lovingly share the virus with him. We both knew if one of us became infected, the other would crave to share it. We promised not to deny each other that privilege. I would dream of doing just that for many nights after... of fucking him and infecting him... knowing that he craved it, wanting and needing me to give it to him. As time went by, we acknowledged that we were deeply in love. Ours has always been a special relationship that allows sexual freedom and trust for our love of each other, but we always came together to share our adventures with one another. Our lives became entwined, but we each held a valuable individuality that most partners lack. We eventually moved in together when I bought a condo. Life was especially carefree then, not that things aren't wonderful today as well. We continued to make glorious love to each other, and we had separate adventures too. Not as many as in the early days (his escort work had dwindled significantly by this time), but we still enjoyed that freedom occasionally when he or I traveled alone. It was surely on one of those independent sexual adventures that I was infected with HIV. I always tested rather frequently (every 3-4 months) not because I was particularly worried about being infected. My heart's love had taken that fear from me. I just wanted to be sure to know ASAP if I did get infected, so I could consult the doctor for early infection maintenance treatment... and also so I could tell the love of my life as soon as I knew. One early morning just before dawn, I woke up in night sweats and was tested that same day. I was diagnosed HIV positive. I had sero-converted. It was a struggle to hide my smile when the counselor was giving me the results and the accompanying spiel. I was not sad or angry. Mostly I was just excited. My sexy boy tested the same day as I. I encouraged him not to, for fear of a disappointing result, but he was adamant in making sure that he was still negative. Due to our pact, and the fantasies we had only dreamt about, he just wanted to be sure. He wasn't disappointed. He tested negative. And I was newly positive. If I came in my lover's ass even one more time, I could infect him with the virus as well. He knew it, and he was craving it just as he knew he would. I couldn't wait to keep the promise I'd made. It was a Thursday afternoon when I learned I was infected. I can hardly express in words how much I wanted to be home with him. I had called him from the car on the way back to the office after I got my results. We both cried with love for each other. I will never forget it. I knew he eagerly awaited me to begin our lovemaking that night, and the thought of it had me the horniest I've ever been in my life! I was rock hard with an erection that could have cut glass! I ached to cum, but I knew I had to save it. I could not believe how lustful I felt knowing that I was carrying the virus and would soon pass it to my lover. Knowing that he wanted it gave me such an erotic high, I could barely function for the rest of the day. I couldn't wait to get home to give him this gift I was now carrying within me. I was leaking pre-cum all afternoon, and I took every opportunity to taste it with the knowledge that the virus was present in that salty, slippery fluid. With each taste, I knew my love would relish it on his tongue and lubing his tight hole. When I arrived home that night, I was greeted with passionate kisses, the tightest of hugs and a beautiful candlelit dinner. We were truly preparing to celebrate our love and an all-encompassing sharing, with all the potential results. The gift I had to share with him was motivating us both that night in the most powerful, magnetic way. I just can't express it adequately with words. We dined and talked, and we prolonged the anticipation of culminating our infection fantasies with an intimate conversation about how our lives had changed forever in one day. Even so, we were so high with lust that the conversation became intensely erotic as we discussed what we were about to do one last time. "I want your ass cleaned out, so nothing will prevent my cum from soaking into you all night long." ?"My hole has been twitching since you called this afternoon. I am aching for you to fill it with your infected cum." "I can't wait to infect you. I've been thinking of nothing else ever since I found out I have the virus inside me. I want to share it with you and make you HIV positive as well." "You are my poz-lover. I will take your infected cum inside me for the rest of our days, and can't want it anymore than I do right this moment. I crave to be infected the same as you. Please infect me with your disease." I had taken the next day off, and he, of course, had not scheduled any clients. We undressed each other with all the restraint we could muster, and we spent the next 80 hrs or so in bed, in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, garage... just about everywhere... and we were making love the entire time. I fucked him mostly, as many as four times in one day. In between, he fucked me or sucked me dry, or I ate the cum dripping from his ass (despite his best efforts to hold it in all day), or I sucked him off. Although he didn't get his first HIV positive test results for three more months, I know I infected him that night. I knew I was doing so with every drop of my cum that he took. That weekend was over 6 years ago, and we make love even to this day with the special knowledge of how we shared this disease, making each sexual experience especially more erotic. We have occasionally invited other HIV infected guys over for unsafe play, trading cum with each of them and relishing every drop. Do you believe in cross-strain HIV infection? We both do, and it gave us special erotic pleasure to imagine that the infected loads we took from other poz guys enabled us to re-infect each other several times over. I have not yet had any outward AIDS related complications. My love was hospitalized once when he came down with pneumonia, but he has been quite healthy ever since. I doubt he'll ever quit smoking for good though. Ah well, considering what we've shared, I'd feel silly denying him a small vice like that if it gives him pleasure. So we go on together through life, more in love than ever, treasuring each day together and each night, sharing what we have with each other... and with others as well. But those are separate stories for another time. To give you the splendid details of that first entire weekend when I infected my lover would take forever. There were too many wonderful feelings shared that I would do it injustice to attempt to relate it in its entirety, but I can’t leave you without describing the first time I fucked my lover's ass after I knew for sure I was infected. Here is what happened. He took my hand and led me from the dining room to our bedroom. There was some soft new age music on the CD player, and the glow from the dozen or so tapers he had lit were casting a warm, sultry light that made his eyes dark and inviting. We had both been in a state of unbridled arousal all afternoon, and the anticipation I had reveled in was too much for me to bear for even a moment longer. Still, we undressed each other slowly. I could have been imagining it, but I believe as my lover boy looked over my naked body, glistening with sweat, flushed with excitement, he looked on me with a lust I had never quite seen before. He knew what I had for him, and he wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted in the years we had known each other. He had a look of hunger. He looked ravenous. I could almost suspect he would have eaten me alive if I hadn't known exactly what he really wanted. He knew I contained something within my body that he craved as well, and I was going to give it him. If he could have acquired it by physically ingesting my flesh, he probably would have, but there was a better way and we were about to get down to it. As my gaze wandered over his smooth body, admiring his slim boyish build, his rippled abs, and that tight, round butt of his, (DAMN, I love his ass), I looked on him in a way I had generally seen him: as a healthy young man. He was clean, healthy, disease-free, HIV negative. I knew I had the power, the obligation and the privilege to change that. After that night, he would never be completely healthy again. I was going to take that from him, and yet that power gave me a rush such as I had never known. Of course, he was willingly giving his body to me knowing full well what would happen. He knew I could infect him, and he wanted it. He wanted to share it all with me. Our heads were swimming with these thoughts, as we took one last moment to look on each other's bodies. They brought on the elevation of an erotic ecstasy neither of us had ever really known, as we perceived each other as different (one HIV positive, the other negative) for the last time. After tonight though, what I had, he would have. We lay together kissing, our erections leaking pre-cum all over each other. Our breathing was ragged, and the heat we felt radiating from each other's bodies could have been fever, but it was a lust that, combined with our love, created a power of attraction that was unearthly and overwhelming. My Love pivoted beneath me on the bed, so we were in a 69 position. As he lapped at my hard dick with his tongue, he got the first taste of my HIV positive pre-cum. He moaned lustily, and with each drop he tasted, his hard dick pulsed so I thought he might cum without touching himself. Somehow, he held off. Somehow, I did too. His pre-cum was dripping onto my chest, mingling with the sweat caught in my chest hair, as I buried my face between his butt cheeks. He was quite smooth there, since he shaved regularly. Again he moaned as my neatly trimmed goatee brushed his crack and my tongue swirled around, in, and out of his puckering hole. Considering the innumerable clients he's entertained, the fuck buddies he's done, and the regular poundings I'd given his ass over the years, his is still the hottest hole I've ever fucked. He has never gotten ‘loose’ the way some guys joke. After a bit, but before I came, we rested for a bit, his asslips tightly milked my softening dick as I pulled out. For round two, after I ate his hole and I had prepped him with my spit, he straddled my crotch in a sitting position as I lay down on my back. One of his special talents is the way he teases my hard cock with the crack of his ass, just barely catching the tip of my dick with the outer ring of his hole, sliding my spit-lubed cock up and down his spit-lubed ass. I could not stand it any longer, so I reached down and steadied his hips while I nestled the tip of my now stiff, drooling cock at the entrance of his hot ass with my other hand. Looking up at the blissful look in his eyes, I sat up and leaned forward, intending to kiss him, but instead, before I knew what was happening, he was beneath me, his legs around my torso, the head of my dick still poised to enter him. Kissing him long and passionately, I whispered in his ear, "Are you ready? Last chance." He merely replied, "I love you. I'll never be happy again if you don't share with me the virus that infects your body. Please give it to me." With that, I pushed forward, and the entire length of my hard and dripping cock sunk into him as I counted to five in my head. There was no resistance, and we both looked down between our bodies to watch the space between us slip away. In that moment, we were one again. I fucked him slowly first, tenderly. I had to or I would have cum too quickly. I had to make it last to do this properly. As much as I was enjoying this lovemaking more than any I ever had, I still had a job to do. As I got myself under control after first entering him, I picked up the pace. In about ten minutes, I was literally slamming into his body. He accepted each thrust like a trooper, grunting, even crying out in earnest on occasion. I knew it was becoming painful for him, and that turned me on I have to admit. It was necessary to abuse his hole to complete my task, and the goal itself added more to my ecstasy than I'd have thought possible. I was in the rhythm where I pull out slowly, pause, and ram it in deeply in as single, invasive thrust. I sat up somewhat, and watched my cock drive into him again... and again. It was when I saw a pinkish tint in the glistening wetness that I knew it was time to give him my dirty seed. The friction of our lovemaking had now caused him to bleed a tiny bit. The abrasion of my thrusting had created the opening that would give the virus within me a way to enter unhindered into his blood stream. It was time to take the final step. I looked up, and he knew from my smile what I had seen and what it meant. I could feel our hearts thrill together in anticipation of the final act that would bond us forever. I leaned over and kissed him as our love soared and carried us away. I fucked him in a moderate steady rhythm as I released the tight control that had held me from orgasm. It felt as though it had been a hundred years at least since I had learned of my test results that afternoon, and now the wait was over as my orgasm built within me. I wish I could tell you how it felt, that orgasm. I can only describe it in the sense that the physical and emotional sensations transcended anything I have ever felt before or since. The room, the bed, our entire lives before that moment all melted away in a wash of candlelight and sweeping music as I drove my orgasm into my lover, my HIV infected cum flooding his insides. I had only to grab hold of his swollen cock and hold it tightly to see his own cum fly up to land on my face and chest. The first long spurts caught me across the bridge of my nose and just below my right eye. His cum dripped down onto my tongue as I panted, my dirty seed emptying into my lover boy's hot ass. I had done it. As he willingly gave his life to me, I had infected him with the deadly HIV virus that pumped with my blood through my veins. Now his blood and his cum would carry it too. We collapsed together, my cock still buried within him, crying with joy and relief and love. I don't know how long we lay there together, but gradually we returned to our bodies. It was the happiest most fulfilling time of our lives. Eventually though, another hunger took over and we decided to return to the dining room for dessert. He reached over to hand me the butt plug, and I carefully pulled out of him and inserted it, making sure not a drop of my cum was wasted. We lovingly fed each other chocolates and fresh berries and whipped cream, smiling and glowing with the knowledge that as the minutes passed, my cum was doing its work within him. I would fuck him again that night and several more times over the course of that weekend. I waited for him to take care of his morning bowel movement before resuming the next morning, since I didn't want anything getting between my infected cum and his body. Neither of us have ever had even the most fleeting sense of regret over our decision to share my infection. It was and will always be the most erotic experience of our lives. I still get hard and usually jack off if I find myself thinking of that time when I'm alone. Here's hoping you did the same thing as you read my account of it.

Truly no load refused bottom will be alone at home for the next two weeks and ready to take any load. Can host ass up door open in SW London, travel to your place, cruising at Clapham Common or hampstead heath and will offer my hole at Horse Fair on Jul 2. if you have a need to unload, contact me here or on my twitter @Lil_Nick_001

Good post, I started early at home then moved onto public toilets, then ABS then the world of Darkrooms.

To me, references to women in a sexual context are off-putting. I don't need to hear or see anything related to women.

One of my best friends is going through a pretty painful case of MPX at the moment and his husband has managed to not get it despite being in the same house. Mind you they were both vaccinated (probably right after my friend was exposed). So by now the husband's vaccination is helping him avoid it. Point being - it is absolutely possible to be around someone and not catch it - just depends on the nature of your interaction (and probably a little bit of luck).

Ray Dalton Zak Spears Damon Dogg - I've already suck his cock dry. Fed me a huge load, swallowed it all Sean Storm

I prefer to use pussy (and have never fucked a woman and don't intend to ever fuck one). But if the bottom doesn't like that term, I will use whatever term he does like.

Lovely puffy lips

I'm in a non-romantic purely physical daddy/son relationship. I'm a 50yo daddy and Drew is 23. I offer Drew my experience and financial security and Drew gives up his ass and mouth whenever I want it. We share a bed and I fuck him most days. We're not exclusive and enjoy playing around with others. I love to watch my older buddies breeding his ass and he's cool watching me fuck other men.

Went & got this on my ribs the day my results were confirmed. Still need to decide on my BioTat location, current choice, inside of right bicep….

It looks like the county health department is the place to start. [think before following links] https://www.abcactionnews.com/news/state/as-monkeypox-cases-rise-advocates-say-so-is-the-stigma-surrounding-it; [think before following links] https://www.tampabay.com/news/health/2022/07/20/hillsborough-county-reports-first-3-cases-of-monkeypox/ ("Those being prioritized for the shots in Florida are: Close contacts of people with monkeypox; health care workers at high risk; immunocompromised men who have sex with men; and men with a recent history of a sexually transmitted disease who have sex with men, Choe said." (emphasis added)). These 2 news stories are dated July 20; the webpage of the Florida Dept of Health that discusses MP is dated July 1. As of July 24, according to the Fla. Dept of Health Reportable Diseases Frequency Report, there have been 5 cases in Hillsborough County (Tampa); 13 cases in Pinellas County (St. Petersburg); 129 in Broward County; and 71 in Miami-Dade.

Tell me what you think of my logic here… #Monkeypox IS an STI. It’s just not ONLY an STI. Important distinction there… It’s kinda like “all lives matter” (truly), but right now we need to talk about how black lives matter. Personally I think we do our community a disservice if we don’t get the word out that it’s being transmitted sexually, but the idiot anti-vax Republicans will then use that to stigmatize our community. Maybe telling them it’s like all lives matter / BLM will get them to understand. They don’t give a shit about BLM and that’s the equivalent of STI in this analogy, so they should focus on the all lives matter part (that it can be transmitted many other ways). Then again, “haters are gonna hate” no matter what you do, so…

Much the same. I usually reply with “Thanks for your tap/oink/whatever. Much appreciated.” If they have a picture and look fit it will be “much appreciated and reciprocated.” To be honest, I never have understood why guys clutch their pearls and reach for the smelling salts about them. It’s only the online equivalent of an unsolicited wink across a bar. And some of us are grateful for the attention. Obviously, if one specifies that winks etc will be ignored and someone goes ahead anyway, that’s a different matter. But I can’t ever imagine making such a stipulation myself. I’ve always lived by the motto “never say no to new adventures, otherwise you’ll lead a very dull life.”

When my bare cock is balls deep up a dude's ass, then permission to breed has been given and I will load him without hesitation.

I am married to my wife for over 30 years and I’ve been a barebacker every minute of our marriage

this is the one time i can say that i don't care if the bottom wants my load or not. i'm not pulling out. my cock doesn't leave his ass until i've drained my balls inside. on that same note, if the bottom is versatile, i return that same favor. pulling out is the most unnatural thing in the world.

Part 6: Will Converts Two Sundays later I was meant to preach, but when my alarm went off, I found myself waking up to the worst feeling I had ever felt. I felt so sick, as if the worst flu of my life had taken hold. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, calling Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. What’s up?” “I’m really not feeling well,” I told him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to be in for the service. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just rest, and we’ll see you when you’re better.” “Thanks,” I said. I fell back to sleep for what felt like hours. My phone eventually woke me up, Dominic’s name on the screen. “Hey, Will,” he said. “Hi,” I groaned. “Is everything okay?” “I’m really sick,” I told him. “I’ve never felt this bad before.” “How long have you felt like this?” “Since this morning.” “Look, I’m on my way back. I’ll come over. Just text me your address and where you keep a spare key.” I did as he said and fell back to sleep. When I woke up next, I felt something pressing against my back, something warm and big. “You’re awake,” Dominic said, whispering into my ear. “You made it,” I said. “Wait. You should go. I don’t want you to get sick.” “I won’t,” he said. “What do you mean?” “I’ve already been sick.” “What? When?” “Twenty years ago,” he said. I didn’t understand. “Dom, you can get sick again.” “Not with this,” he said. “What are you talking about?” “You’ve got the fuck flu,” he said. “You can only get it once.” “What, like when you lose your virginity?” “No,” he told me. “Only when you’ve been pozzed.” I waited quietly, trying to understand him. “What are you talking about?” “When someone who is poz fucks someone who isn’t, that other person, hopefully, becomes poz too.” “But, what does poz mean?” “It means positive,” Dominic said. “Positive with HIV.” I was silent as the reality set it. “You mean, you’re HIV positive?” “Sure am,” he whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. “And now, so are you?” “What?” “That’s why I fucked you four times,” he said. “I needed to make sure that my strain infected you.” I felt my stomach turn, my skin growing cold. “You knew this would happen?” “I was hoping it would,” he said. “That’s why I opened the cut in your hole again. That’s why I dug my nails into your hole, making sure my cum could get to your blood.” “You did this on purpose?” “Of course, I did,” he said. “But why?” “To make you mine,” he said, holding me tight. “I’ve converted forty-nine men in my life.” He looked down at his arm, running a hand over the tally marks. “I remember each of them. But with you, you’re different.” “Why am I different?” “You’re the forbidden fruit,” he told me. “You’re the man of God, the incorruptible. From the moment I saw you at the gym, I knew I wanted you.” “At the gym? We met at my church.” “That’s where you saw me,” he said. “I saw you at the gym weeks before. From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to meet you. When one of the workers told me who you were, I knew I had to fuck you, to convert you. That’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks now. Honestly, I wasn’t sure it was going to work. It wasn’t until last Sunday when we were talking after your sermon that I knew you wanted me. All I had to do was get you to my place.” “This was a trap?” I cried, my chest heaving as I tried to hold back tears. “You did all of this to infect me? Why would you do that?” “To be with you,” he said. “I didn’t just do it to stealth you. I did it because I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. I want my strain to be a part of your body forever. I want you to carry a part of me until you die. That’s why I did it. I wanted you. And I know, deep down, you want me.” “No,” I cried, trying to push him away. My arms were too weak. “You may not feel it now, but you’ll realize it soon.” “No. I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to go to the hospital.” “It’s too late,” he told me. “You’re already converting.” I closed my eyes tight and cried. “I know it’s scary now, but soon you’ll understand how much I want you. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay until you feel better. If you still feel the same, I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again. But, if you change your mind, which I think you will, I promise to make you mine and show you a life you’ve never even imagined.” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. I was reeling. How could someone do something like this? I thought back to that night, going over everything he said. I remembered him saying that he wanted to make me his. I remember him saying that he wanted to convert me. I just didn’t understand what any of that meant. I did now, and I was scared. I fell asleep for several more hours. My mind was still filtering through everything I had just learned. I was now HIV positive. A lead pastor, a straight virgin, was now poz from having been fucked four times by a gay man. What had I done? Moments from the night played in my head, the way I sucked his dick, the way he inserted his fingers inside me. I could still feel his cock inside me. I could taste the cum. I could feel his warm body against mine, holding me close. It all felt amazing. It all felt like exactly what I wanted. Why can’t you have it, my mind asked? If Dominic can have it and he’s poz, why can’t you? You loved being with him. You loved having him inside you. You loved tasting him and smelling him. You never imagined sex with a woman being that good. Why run away from something that can feel so right? Maybe your life isn’t ending. Maybe it’s just beginning. I woke up, my eyes glancing over to my alarm clock where I could see it was early morning Tuesday. I’d missed Monday entirely. I turned over and searched the room, finding Dominic standing in the corner, his phone to his ear. “I won’t be in today,” he said. “I’ll be out for a few days. Reschedule my appointments if you have to. Thanks, Chris.” He turned back to me and caught my eye. “Hey,” he said. “How do you feel?” “Bad,” I told him. “But not as bad.” He nodded. “Still hate me?” I thought about this seriously. Yes, there was a part of me that was furious, but there was an even greater part of me that found the whole idea exciting. “No,” I said. He smiled. “Good.” “I feel warm,” I moaned, pushing at the covers. “Here,” he said, pulling them off me. As he did, my naked body was revealed. Both of us took notice of my hard cock. “You know,” he said, “Sometimes, while you’re converting is when you’re the most horny.” “Really?” I asked. My hand moved down to my cock and took hold. “You’re right,” I groaned. Dominic pulled his shirt off and removed his pants, revealing no underwear underneath. “You look ready to go,” I said. “Well, call me hopeful,” he said. “I was almost sure you weren’t going to kick me out. I wanted to be ready.” I smiled. “Hold on,” he said, running out of my bedroom. He came back in with a water bottle. “Remember this” he asked, shaking the contents. “These were some of your last negative loads,” he said. “I wanted to save them to use as lube for when we fucked again.” “How romantic,” I said. I was too weak to lift my legs, so Dominic did it for me, resting my legs over his shoulders. He opened the bottle and poured out my cum into his hand, rubbing it on my asshole and then rubbing it on his dick. What remained he poured on my cock. “Use your neg loads to shoot our your first poz load,” he said, rubbing his own dick. “Fuck yeah,” I said, jerking my cock. He lined up his dick and pushed inside, my ass resisting the intrusion. I winced at the pain. “Here’s some poppers,” he said, holding out the vial. He pressed down on my nostril as I breathed in. Then he moved to the other one. Once I was high enough, he closed the vial and threw it to the side. He started pumping into me, his rhythm quick and sharp. “Are you ready for another dose of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, jerking my cock. “You want my dirty load?” “Yes.” “You want me to infect you again?” “Yes.” “Don’t shoot without warning me,” he said. “I want to collect it in the bottle he said. You understand?” I nodded. He kept fucking me, my ass tearing open again. “There’s a lot of blood on my dick,” he said, smearing it on his fingers. He slipped his fingers into my hole along with is cock, resulting in a cry of pain from me. “That feel good?” “Yes, Daddy.” He pulled out his fingers and reached them out to me. “Taste your hole.” I stuck out my tongue as he reached his fingers inside my mouth. I could taste my cum, my ass juices, and my blood. All together, it tasted amazing. “I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I moaned, my hand picking up its pace on my cock. Dominic grabbed the water bottle and did his best to hold the opening to my piss slit. “I’m cumming,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” “Do it. Shoot your first poz load.” I cried as my cock shot out ropes of cum into the bottle, hitting the back and pooling inside. After nearly twelve pulses from my cock, my orgasm subsided, leaving me panting for breath. “Fucking hot,” Dominic said, holding the bottle up to his eyes. “Now, I want you to drink it the moment I start coming. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, taking the bottle and holding it close. Dominic continued to fuck my ass, his pace speeding up as his breathing became shallow. “Here it comes,” he said, his eyes locked on mine as I lifted the bottle to my mouth. “Are you ready? I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I poured my poz load into my mouth, holding it over my tongue, savoring the flavor of what I would soon taste every time I came. Dominic’s body shook until his orgasm subsided. His chest was heaving. I watched the hairy beast of a man who had pozzed me with wonder. Never had I imagined wanting to be with anyone as much as I wanted to be with Dominic. He was everything a man should be. He was perfect. For a brief moment, I realized something that both scared me and filled me with the greatest happiness. I believed Dominic was the one person I could truly love. The fuck flu lasted several more days. Once I was feeling good enough to move around on my own, I insisted that Dominic return to work. “You’ve got bills to pay,” I told him. “I’ll be back tonight,” he said. “Have your jock on, ready to fuck.” “I will.” “Do you think you’ll feel better in time?” he asked. “To fuck?” “No,” he said, smiling. “For your job? Remember, you’re a man of God.” “Oh,” I said, admittedly forgetting all about the church. “I don’t know. Maybe.” “Could be hot,” he said. “I’d love seeing you up there preaching, knowing that I converted your ass but no one else knows.” “There’s no way anyone can know, right?” “You don’t have the biohazard symbol on your forehead,” he said. “Speaking of which, once we get you tested, do you want a biohazard tattoo?” “I never thought about getting a tattoo,” I told him. “Show me yours.” Dominic smiled. “You just want me to undo my pants and lift my shirt.” “I like seeing your body,” I told him. He undid his pants and lifted his shirt, revealing his tattoo. Admittedly, it did look hot. Knowing what it meant, knowing that it was proof of him being poz, being dangerous, it intensified his sexiness hundredfold. I reached out and pressed my hand against the tattoo, feeling his warm skin. “You’re getting me hard,” he said. “And you know I don’t have time to fuck.” “I’ll think about the tattoo,” I said. “If I say yes, will you do it?” “I wouldn’t have anyone else,” he said, kissing me. “What about a Prince Albert?” “You know I don’t know what that is.” “If I don’t tell you, it’ll be easier to get you to do it.” “Like when you converted me?” “Exactly.” “What is it?” “It’s a piercing,” he said. “It’s a metal ring through the head of your dick.” Just the idea made me wince. “I don’t think so.” “Could be hot.” “Keep thinking that.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

Here's an update as of June 2022 which I guess we can call 'post covid'. All places mentioned in the OP have reopened. In general things are getting back to normal but you can tell there's still a lack of fresh meat from the tourists, but summer looks very promising. In order of breeding importance: BlackHole has now rebranded to "The Basement" and moved to a new location. Venue is actually great and with ample possibilities for breeding. It's the same clientele as the old blackhole so minimal rubbers and tons of bare fucking going on. Basement just reopened so they are starting to pick up steam. Tuesdays are always great. Doing 17h-22h at the moment but could change. Check their instagram/twitter/google maps for more info. No webpage yet for new place. This is where you'll find the most fucking, the least rubbers, least clickiness. BerlinDark has had a very strong comeback from the pandemic. Sundays are tons of fun and it's hours of fucking non stop, they've even extended hours a bit. OpenMind is also getting slowly back to their party schedule. While they've been opening whenever they could all through the pandemic the place has lacked a bit due to the lack of fresh meat. It's all coming back to the old normal. their website is well updated and has a nice calendar of parties. Special mentions: If you like the mature, do not miss the 'naturist' part first Saturday of every month at Sauna Bruc. I always come out of that party with hole dripping cum into my legs. Sundays afternoon upstairs in the darkroom at Sauna Condal can be quite the fuck fest with lots of tops willing to give it all in the dark. A bit of hit&miss but when it works is great.

Standard issue cumdump hole.

It's true! My big flared mushroom head loves to pull another man's semen out of whatever hole I'm fucking. My dick makes felching that much easier.

That's not an easy feat for the tops either. I miss trying though, I was a fairly regular participant when I lived in another city.

Part III My new buddy and I had a good laugh about his joke. Those two may have put on a show for me but they didn't know I was straight so their show was for mostly nothing. Not that I hadn't enjoyed the show but it was just mainly curiosity to me. We then went over and grabbed another couple of chairs near the coolers and got another rum and coke. Was about 1:30 in the afternoon by now and the heat was really climbing. Had to be a good 90 degrees or more already and going up. As we were drinking and talking it all at once dawned on me that I was still running around in my jockstrap only. I told my bud I had forgotten my clothes on the float. He said oh hell and jumped up and said he would be back soon as the float had headed out. All I could think was crap, how can I walk through town now with only my jock on and my butt hanging out. Plus it wouldn't do me much good to get to my car as my keys were in my shorts pocket. I had nothing to do but wait now and see what happened. Being inside this 'tarp' room was relaxing though. I got up and decided to hobble around a little and went out to look at the tables. I kind of limped around looking at things I really had no idea about. Ran into a couple of the guys my bud had introduced me to and talked to them for a bit. While talking to them another guy I hadn't met before came up behind me and all at once I felt a hand grab my ass and rub up and down my crack as he came around me. I nearly jumped over the table. The guys I was talking to about laughed their heads off. The new guy wanted to know what was so funny. One of the guys told him he had just grabbed a handful of STRAIGHT ass. "Holy shit" he remarked, adding "sorry! I thought you were the new guy who was there to convert." He also complemented my ass, saying it looked mighty inviting. I told him "No big deal. Nothing's hurt" and he joined us in a bit of a talk. I asked if I could help and one of the guys said hold still and wrapped one of those lumberyard nail apron around my waist. He said there is change in there and prices were marked on everything. I dug in and soon was fairly busy with customers. This went on for a good half hour. While selling t-shirt with a big rainbow on it to a customer I was leaning over the table quite a ways to help. The guy who had grabbed me earlier was right beside me and as I stood back up he was smiling. I asked what was up and he said if I kept bending over the table like that with that nice ass you aren't going to straight much longer and laughed. I told him I didn't have much choice at the moment as this was all the clothes I had and told him about leaving my stuff on the float and my buddy had went to try and get it back. It kind of dried up a bit at that table for a bit so I wondered around a little and soon settled into another table selling sex toys. I recognized the vibrators and dildos but some of the stuff there I had no idea of and was glad the prices were already marked. I was going a fairly brisk business when a guy walked up and asked about the difference between two similar but slightly different items. I told him I had no idea about them. I said hang on a sec and I will try to get someone to help explain. I turned and saw the guy who had grabbed my ass just finishing with a customer at another table. He turned my direction and I waved him over. He asked "What's up?" I answered my customer was asking questions about a couple of products about which I had no idea how to answer. He turned to the customer and then started to explain them. I was listening too so I would learn. I found out the products were two butt plugs, a type of sex toy of which I had never heard. I learned quite a bit in a hurry. One was designed pretty much simply to be stuck in one's ass, but the other butt plug had two features: it could be inflated to a larger size and also could vibrate. I had no idea there were toys of this sort, but again, it's always good to learn. After a bit I decided to take a break again and went inside the tarps again to see if my drink was still there. It was right where I had left it and I picked it up and sat down to enjoy it. The swing, which I had found out was called portable sling, and both tables were busy again I noticed. I didn't have much interest but nothing else to do decided to see what they were up to. The one table had a guy on all fours with another behind him doing a hell of a pounding into him doggie style. The second table had a guy on his back and they were fucking missionary style and the top guy was munching the hell out of the bottom guy's nipples. The guy in the sling was something else, with a guy really driving hard into his ass and three others waiting in line for a turn. I thought that was a lot. I got up to go take a closer look having never seen a sling before. As I got closer I noticed the guy in it had his arms and legs apparently locked in it so he could not get out. I said something about it to the guy I was standing next to and he said sometimes guys want it but want to be restrained so they don't back out and get a full dose for sure. I watched for a bit and then went back to my seat as the second guy was stepping up to the sling for his turn. I just shook my head thinking that I had been in on a couple of gangbangs with women, but this was wild for sure. I finished my drink and made another one. By now it was about 3:00 PM and that damn temperature was really up there. Had to be a good 95 or more now so this cold drink was really good. Between the heat and being on my third 151 Rum & Coke I was starting to get a little tired. I kept catching myself nodding but managed to stay mostly awake. Then about a half hour later my buddy finally got back with a big smile. We were both wearing only our jockstrap, but he had two handfuls of clothes. He had found my short, shirt and hallelujah, my shoes. He told me he was sorry it took so long but didn't catch up to the float until it had got clear back to the farm they made it at. I told him I didn't care as he had got them though. "I see you've been helping out," as he gestured to the money apron I was still wearing. I removed it, gave it to him and he walked over and put it in another cooler where they kind of stored that stuff. He came back and soon had us both fixed up with another drink. It was definitely more relaxing now that I knew I had my clothes though. We talked for a while and then he said I will be back in a bit and went out. I leaned back in the chair and finished my drink and was soon nodding off again. I kept telling myself to get up and head for the car but it felt too nice just sitting relaxing and soon I had nodded off to sleep.

I find this an example of true love in it's purest form.....would it be too much to ask what it was like when your lover fucked you after he tested poz?