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Chapter 15: Afterglow Marc and I laid cuddled together in bed when he started crying. I said what's wrong babe? He said he was so happy that we finally got to fuck each other. I corrected him by saying breed each other. He smiled and said yes. I asked him if me being toxic was an issue. He said only partially, as it was a shock to him. He reminded me that it wasn't that long ago we were simply skinny dipping, jacking and sucking each other off, and now we were breeding each other. I told Marc that was interesting as he was the one that started our experimental stages, and I always considered him to be more sexually adventurous than me. He laughed and said yea, especially since I took your poz seed once tonight, and want to take more. I asked him why. Marc said he had never known anyone who had HIV before, but besides making me a piggy guy, I was still myself. He said in fact it was a turn on that becoming poz made me into a pig. I oinked at Marc and gave him a deep kiss. He said tell me what it's like to be poz. I told him it was rough at first. The fuck flu kicked my ass, but my step dad was there to help me through it. He was shocked when I told him my stepdad kept pumping his toxic seed in me while I had the flu. Although Marc's cock was semi hard while I was playing with his nips, he suddenly became fully erect. Marc asked me what I thought about my step dad being the one to gift me. I said that he wasn't my dad by birth, but my real dad was also positive, and they both seeded me recently. With that Marc said he needed to unload in my ass. Of course I obliged. Marc was a machine this time fucking me harder and faster that I ever imagined he would. It wasn't anything romantic, just pure primal sex. As I felt his cock pulsing in me, he blurted out take what could be my last negative load!

Even though my ass is the part of my body that gives me the most fun I do like my cock.

Part 11 The next morning I was woken up by the sound of the cleaners coming along the corridor with their trolleys. I had decided I really needed a lie in and rolled out of bed to put the "Do not Disturb" sign on my door. I had forgotten that I was naked with a semi-stiff cock and when I opened the door I was taken by surprise. One of the cleaners, a good looking young guy with dark curly hair, whose name according to his badge was Yusuf, was standing right outside my door, evidently just about to knock. He stepped back as I apologized and showed him the sign I was about to put on the door. He nodded and grinned and, as he did so, I saw that his eyes were on my cock. Before either of us had a chance to do anything, one of his colleagues called him from along the corridor. He grinned at me again, his eyes still on my cock, and then went to join his colleague. I was quite horny now, and contemplated having a quick wank before going back to sleep. I've always loved wanking, ever since I first discovered how to do it. I love playing with my cock, stroking it and then rubbing my balls and fingering my arsehole, before wanking harder and shooting a nice big load of cum all over myself. However, I decided to save my load and hopefully shoot it up a nice tight arse later in the day and rolled over in bed and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, feeling refreshed and very hungry. I knew I had missed breakfast, but I had spotted a bakery near our hotel which, as well as selling bread and cakes, served filled rolls and tea and coffee and I was planning to have breakfast there. I ordered myself a very nice breakfast and took my time over it. As I ordered myself another coffee, I noticed that one of the guys sitting a few tables away was looking at me. As I turned round, he looked away quickly, but I had noticed him looking at me earlier, and I had the feeling he might be cruising me. He was a big guy, dark haired and dressed in a high-viz jacket, jeans and work boots and he was having breakfast with another guy who was dressed the same way. I guessed they had been working during the night and were now having breakfast at the end of their shift, and just then the other guy finished his coffee and got up. They shook hands and the other guy left. I looked discreetly over at the dark haired guy and once again he was looking over at me. A short time later he got up to leave and I assumed that meant that nothing was going to happen, but he looked directly at me and, with the slightest movement of his head, motioned to me to follow him. I paid my bill and followed him at a discreet distance, my cock already getting hard in my pants, as he crossed the road and made his way down a side street. A short time later, he looked over his shoulder and slipped through a gap in the boarding into the grounds of a big disused office block. I followed him through the gap and at first I couldn't see where he had gone, then I noticed he had gone down a stairwell which appeared to lead into a disused underground car park. He was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs and, as I joined him, he pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and began to play with his cock, which was already getting hard. I wasted no time in going down on him and soon I was sucking his cock. His cock tasted of sweat and piss, which just made things even hornier. I sucked him for a while and then, without any warning, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and pushed his hairy arse into my face. I love it when guys do that without even asking, and wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up his hairy arsehole. I could tell he had been working all night, as his hole was sweaty and more than a little funky, but I didn't care, and pushed my tongue as far up him as I could. He was wanking himself as I licked his arse and after a while he turned round and pushed his cock back into my mouth. As I bent forward to suck him again, his hand reached round and he began to finger my arse. I moved round to give him better access and he wet his finger and pushed it up my hole. I let him finger me for a while and then I turned around and leaned against the wall, pushing my arse out. I pulled my cheeks apart and looked over my shoulder, "Fuck me, you dirty bastard!" He spat on my hole a couple of times and then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. He didn't mess about - he went right up me in one and began to fuck. I couldn't think of a better way to start my last full day in Berlin than being fucked bareback by a total stranger who hadn't even spoken to me in a dirty stairwell that was covered in graffiti and smelt strongly of piss! He was thrusting hard up my arse now and I knew it would not be long before I was taking my first load of the day. He began to thrust even harder and then he pushed his cock right up me and held it there, and I knew I was being pumped full of cum. When he finished, he pulled out, tucked his cock back into his pants and left without saying a word. I made my way back to the hotel, once more enjoying the sensation of a nice cum-filled arse. I was very much in the mood to take thing easy today, and I wasn't due to meet up with the others until the evening, when we were all meeting up in a restaurant near the hotel. I ordered myself a drink in the hotel bar and took it up to my room. As I walked along the corridor to my room, the door to one of the neighbouring rooms opened and a good looking young woman came out. As I passed the door, I saw Robert standing there in just a T-shirt. His cock was hanging semi-stiff and it was not hard to guess what had just taken place. It seemed that Robert was making the most of being away from his girlfriend and children. I went into my room, stripped down to my pants and laid down on the bed. Soon I was scrolling through a couple of the apps and got talking to a guy I had chatted to a few times before I arrived in Berlin. Christian was a few years older than me and had told me he worked for a law firm in Berlin. He was blond, with glasses and was quite nerdy looking, which always turns me on and had lived with his partner for five years. A couple of years ago he had tested positive for HIV. His partner had tested negative and was still negative, so they had always used condoms since his diagnosis. He told me that he totally respected his partner's wishes, but desperately wanted to fuck without a condom. He hadn't cheated on his partner yet, but was getting more and more tempted. I had told him he could fuck me any time and as we chatted now, he told me that he wanted to come to my hotel and fuck. He also told me he had come off his meds a few months before and hadn't told his partner. I told him it didn't make any difference to me - I wasn't on meds either and he couldn't give me anything I didn't already have. After a short hesitation, he agreed to meet with me and told me he would be with me in about half an hour. I told him I already had a load up my arse and that seemed to turn him on even more. A short time later I met Christian in the hotel bar and we had a drink together. He seemed a bit nervous, but as we chatted, he relaxed a bit. His English was excellent, and he told me how horny he was and how much he wanted to fuck me, and asked me if I was really going to let him do it without a condom. I could see that talking about it was turning him on and I told him that I wanted to feel his bare cock in my arse and would not make him wear a condom. He asked if he could cum in me and I told him he could shoot as much dirty cum up me as he wanted, and I would take it all. A short time later we were in my hotel room, kissing each other and pulling each other's clothes off. Christian had a really nice big thick cock and he sighed as I took hold of it and wanked it a couple of times before taking it i my mouth and sucking him. He moaned as I sucked him and then moved down to lick his balls. A short time later he was kneeling up on the bed and my tongue was up his arse. We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then I knelt up on the bed and told him to fuck me. He grinned and reached into the pocket of his jacket, producing a little sachet of lube and, somewhat to my surprise, a condom. He passed me the lube, and I rubbed some into my arse, watching with interest as he opened the condom packet and rolled the condom onto his cock. I wasn't sure quite what he had in mind, but decided to go with it as he positioned himself behind me and pushed his condom-clad cock slowly right up my arse. I hadn't been fucked with a condom for quite a while, but I guessed he was acting out a fantasy and I was really turned on. I let him fuck me for a while and then I asked him if he was wearing a condom. "Oh yes, of course!" he said "I must always wear a condom!" "But you want to take it off, don't you?" I said as he thrust harder up my arse. "Oh!" he moaned "Oh, yes, yes! I want to take it off!" "Do it!" I said, "Take off your condom, fuck me bareback!" He groaned "Oh, I want to!" "Take it off!" "Oh fuck!" He pulled out my arse and I heard the sound of him snapping off the condom. He threw it right across the room and within seconds he was back up my arse and fucking me harder than he had before. "Oh fuck!" he groaned again "Oh fuck!" "This is how you want to fuck your boyfriend, isn't it?" I said He groaned and kept thrusting up my arse. "You want to fuck him without a condom, don't you?" "Oh yes, yes!" "You want to give him HIV!" He moaned something very quietly and starting thrusting up me even harder. "You want to give him HIV, don't you?" I said again "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he was almost shouting now. "I want to! I want to!" I could tell he was really close now. "Do it!" I said, "Do it now - get him pregnant - give him a fucking baby!" He was starting to cum now "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he moaned "I do it! I do it now!" I don't know if I have ever had anyone cum up me as noisily and as heavily as Christian did! It felt like he was never going to stop squirting his dirty cum into my arse - he was shaking as he thrust up me again and again. He was moaning in German now, and I guessed he was telling his boyfriend how much he wanted to poz him up. Christian was almost crying when he pulled out my arse. He pulled me towards him, kissed me and said "Thank you!" We showered together and then went down to the bar for another drink. Christian was much calmer now and he said he would think about what he was going to do. He didn't want to lose his partner, but he also didn't want to go on as he was. I told him he could talk to me any time and we swapped contact details. After a while he looked at his watch and said he had better get back to his partner. I told him to keep in touch and let me know what he decided to do. I was feeling quite chilled now and decided to stay in the bar and order myself another drink. As I was finishing my drink, Jamal came in and joined me, asking if he could buy me a drink. I didn't really know Jamal at all, and he was probably the one in the group I had spoken to least during our time in Berlin. He was a very good looking black guy, and I had heard him say that he would be 30 in a few months time. Jamal went to the bar and came back with a couple of drinks and I asked him how he was enjoying Berlin. He grinned and said he was loving it and I said I was too. Jamal was quite easy to talk to and soon he was telling me about his girlfriend, adding that she would kill him if she ever found out what he had been up to in Berlin! Half way through our second drink, Jamal leaned forward and asked me if he could ask me something, adding that it was something about me being gay. Somewhat surprised, I said he could ask me anything he wanted. He was silent for a moment and then he said "It's......err....well.....it's about rimming." I was intrigued - I don't know what I had thought he was going to ask me, but I certainly had not expected this. "I'm just curious," Jamal said "You see, my brother's girlfriend does it for him and he fucking loves it!" I nodded "I'd really love to try it." Jamal added "but my girlfriend won't go for it." "Have you asked her?" I said curiously. "Well," he said "Not exactly, but I know she won't do it." "Are you asking me to do it?" "No!" Jamal looked genuinely horrified, "I wouldn't ask something like that! I would never presume!" "Sorry," I said with a grin. Jamal grinned back. "No worries!" We chatted for a bit longer and then Jamal said, "Just for the record - what would you have said if I had asked you?" "Just for the record?" I asked. Jamal nodded and I leaned forward and whispered the answer in his ear. "Really?" he asked I nodded. A few minutes later we were in the lift. Jamal was silent as we made our way to my room. "How do you....err..... want to.......you know?" I suggested he take off his trousers and pants and kneel up on the bed. Even now I wasn't really sure he was going to go through with it, but he nodded and unbuckled his belt. I watched as he took off his trainers and then pulled down his trousers and pants, revealing his long, thick cock. He didn't look at me as he knelt up on the bed in just his T-shirt and socks. There was no doubt about it, Jamal had a very fit arse and I moved in behind him and gently pulled his cheeks apart. Jamal didn't resist as I leaned forward and began to gently lick his arsehole. He moaned "Mmm, that feels good!" and I licked his hole again, pushing my tongue right in there. He was moaning softly as I started licking his hole and he didn't resist when I moved down to lick the back of his hairy balls. I alternated between licking his balls and pushing my tongue up his arsehole as he gave little moans and began to push his arse gently back into my face. He was playing with himself now and after a while he moaned "Oh fuck, I can't take any more!" I stopped licking him and he rolled over onto his back. His big, thick cock was rock hard now and he took hold of it. He looked at me and I looked back at him. Slowly I moved forward and bent forward, taking the head of his cock into my mouth. He didn't stop me and I began to suck his cock. It wasn't long before his breathing got heavier and then I felt the head of his cock swelling in my mouth as he pumped load after load of straight guy cum into my mouth. Jamal looked rather sheepish as he pulled on his pants. "Thank you," he said "that was awesome!" "Any time!" I said He looked at me. "No one's going to know about this?" I reassured him and he grinned at me and said he had better go as he was meeting Robert and Jamie for drinks. I was now feeling very relaxed. I had enjoyed every minute of the day so far. I had been well fucked twice and taken two loads up my arse and one in my mouth - and I felt that my cunt had been well and truly re-charged by Christian. I was also feeling extra horny - I had not yet cum and I felt ready to shoot what I knew would be one of the most toxic loads I had ever shot. I had been warned (again) about my "dangerously high" viral load before I left London, and I was fairly sure that my encounters in Berlin so far had probably made me even more toxic than I was when I arrived. I decided to walk down the road to the garage and get myself a few more beers. On my way back up the road, I saw a figure up ahead. It was the ginger guy from the airport and, for the first time since we arrived, he was on his own. I couldn't help admiring once more the way his fit arse filled out his jeans as I caught him up. He turned round as I approached, and I smiled at him. "I'm Lee," I said. He reddened slightly and said "Oh, err........I'm Ben." "Hi Ben," I said with a grin. I asked him where his partner was, and he looked over his shoulder nervously and said his partner had stayed on in town to do some more shopping but wouldn't be long. I knew it was now or never, so I asked him if he was up for coming back to my hotel. I noticed his eyes were straying to the front of my trousers, where my cock was now starting to make it's presence felt and, after a brief hesitation, he nodded. "I don't have long," he said, his face reddening. I nodded and we walked the short distance to my hotel together. I didn't want to waste time taking him up to my room and instead led him into a passage just off the reception area where I new there was a toilet for customers of the restaurant and bar. I was fairly sure the bar would be pretty quiet at this time of the afternoon, and I used my room card to get through the door and led him into the toilet. The cubicles were tiled and had a thick door which reached right down to the ground, and he grinned as I entered one of them and motioned to him to follow me. A few seconds later we were kissing and I could feel his hard cock in his jeans pressing against me as we kissed. He broke off and sat down on the toilet, unbuckling my belt and pulling my trousers and pants down to my knees. My cock was hard and he wasted no time in taking it into his mouth. He sucked me really well and it was not long before I was getting close. The last thing I wanted was to cum too soon so I motioned to him to change places and soon I was sucking his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed as I continued to suck him. I sucked him for a bit longer and then motioned to him to bend over the toilet. I thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. He pulled his jeans and his white Calvin Klein pants right down and bent over the toilet. I now had the chance to do what I had wanted to do ever since I first saw him at the airport in London. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his ginger hole. His arse was smooth, with just a few hairs round his hole and I licked all around it and then pushed my tongue into his hole again. He moaned as I continued to lick him and then I stood up and began to finger his hole. I opened a small sachet of lube and began to rub some into his arse. He groaned, "Oh fuck!" I lubed him up and then positioned myself behind him. He looked over his shoulder anxiously "No, wait!" "We have to use a condom!" he said. I could hear the panic in his voice. "I can't......" I was pushing the head of my cock against his hole now. "I can't......" he moaned. "Really, I can't! Not without a condom!" I was pushing the head of my cock into his arse now. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear "Let me just slip it in!" He gave a little whimper as the head of my cock penetrated his arse, but he didn't resist. He bent forward as I pushed more of my cock into his arse, and I knew now that he wasn't going to stop me. "Oh fuck!" he moaned softly, "Oh fuck, we shouldn't be doing this!" His hole was incredibly tight and it was all I could do not to shoot my load straight up him. I began to fuck him, slowly at first, enjoying every minute of being up this guy's tight ginger arse. He was still giving little moans as I began to fuck him harder. We were both really into the fuck now - I had wanted to fuck him ever since I first saw him and, now that he had given into temptation and let me fuck him without a condom, I could tell that he too was enjoying every minute of it. He bent further forward, moaning softly as I began to fuck him even harder - and he pushed his fit arse back onto my cock as he leaned against the wall with his right hand and wanked himself off with his left. I was getting very close now and, just at that moment, I instinctively knew that I was going to knock this guy up. It was too late to stop now, even if I had wanted to, and I pushed right up him and began to squirt what felt like a massive load right into his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming and when I had finally finished I pulled out and he stood up. We were both out of breath, and he mopped his brow with his T-shirt and then took hold of his cock. He stroked it a few times and then shot a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He bent forward to pull up his pants and the he kissed me. "I'd better go," he whispered. I nodded and he kissed me again and then left the cubicle, unaware that I had just deposited a little gift inside him for him to take back to his partner. A few hours later I had joined the others and was enjoying a really good meal in an Indian restaurant. All the lads were in good spirits and, once again, the alcohol was flowing. Jamal was in a really good mood and a couple of times he winked at me when no one was looking. Neil and Lewis were also on good form and both had already consumed quite a lot of alcohol. Somewhat against my better judgement, I had agreed to take Neil to a gay club with a very active dark room later that night, and Lewis had asked if he could come too. Neil was already more than a bit drunk and I couldn't help wondering just what might happen in the club.

So, last night I was on Grindr, looking at the same profiles and pics when I get a message from someone new. Basically a blank profile…says 27 yo, 6’ ft, 205 lbs, muscular. He sends me a pic (super hot Latino guy) along with ‘How’s it going?’. I’m 54, 6’, 175, 8x5.5 cut, poz/undetectable - all of which is in my profile. I answer nicely, not thinking much of it. (Honestly, he’s way out of my league.) He asks for a pic. I open my private pics and send a recent face pic. Again, thinking this will go nowhere. I tell him I’m open and love to fuck and that I’m a top. He says “Woof! Would love feel your big thick cock balls deep in me. I'd be ass up face down in a jock and socks & let you use me how you please sir.” Then he immediately says “Bottom here like to get fucked and flooded - Role play can be hot - Dad son” We work out that he wants to host and I want to travel. He sends his address and asks for a little time to rinse and prepare. I say sure…still sceptical. Then he asks “Mind sending a video of you waving or showing me your cock so I know you're real.” This of course throws up red flags, but I send over a quick video. I tell him I’m ready to leave and ask for the details. He sends over his address but asks for 5-10 more minutes. Again, I think this is not going to happen. Ultimately, he says to come over at 12:30, street park, and text when parked. I agree. I head over. The address is for a small apartment building, and he didn’t give me the apartment number. So when I get there I text him, “now what?” I’m still thinking he’s going to flake, but he texts me his apartment number and says ignore the mess, he just moved in. Originally he wanted an anon scene where I walk in on him face down, but when I get to the door, it’s locked. He then opens the door and walks me into his small apartment. He’s hot as hell…hotter than his pics. Muscles everywhere, a few tattoos, in a jockstrap. He was right, there are boxes all over the dark apartment , but I’m not there to judge his furnishings, I’m there to fuck. We get to the bedroom and he has to put his small dog in the bathroom. I begin to undress and he assumes his position on the bed. Luckily I brought lube and get myself to attention as I slide a finger into his very tight ass. I slowly slide my dick into him letting him get used to it and I hear him moan with pleasure. I begin to slowly fuck him and he’s moaning and grinding his ass on my cock. In general it takes me a while to cum, so after about 30 minutes, I could tell I was about to pop. I pick up the pace and plunge my cock to the hilt up his tight muscled ass. Finally, I blow my load up him and collapse on his back in a pile of sweat. We lay there a little while, but finally, I pull out and begin to clean up, dress and gather my things. Then he points to a bed next to him that is blocked with some sheets and says, my son is sleeping there, but don’t worry, he’s deaf. I’m a bit confused which I’m sure showed on my face. As I go toward the door, he turns on a light and shows me a picture of him and his kids hanging on his wall. This hot Latin muscle bottom that I just fucked is a real daddy with little kids. We exchanged pleasantries and then I left. My mind is still racing from the whole scene. When I got home, he had sent me a Grinr message saying “Pleasure taking your poz load sir. Thank you for coming to pump me.” And he lists his phone number.

When I was younger, I used to be more like this guy you described. I was so turned on by taking POZ loads that I would seek out + guys and beg for them to breed me for their status. I still love getting seeded by a poz guy more than anything but over time I’ve learned to be less of a dick about it. It took a couple hard conversations from guys like you who mentioned the same things you did here for me to put the person on the other side of the cock before my own needs. I don’t bring up my bugchasing in conversation anymore unless the other guy leads in with it or asks about my fetishes. @ErosWired I’m grateful you’re still here. ❤️ I grieve the men before us who passed before their time.

Part 2 “Beautiful pussy,” he groaned. “Daddy’s gotta piss and it would be nice to see how fucked up you get if I filled you with my chem piss. Would you like that boy?” “Yes, please,” I said, still leaning forward for another kiss, but he pulled away and grabbed my face. He spit on my face and licked me roughly as I moaned, his other hand rubbing the shards into my hole as my body twitched from the burn. I loved how he fingered my pussy. “I didn’t tell the guys coming over you’re gonna be full of piss, but I want you to hold it in as long as you can for Daddy, alright, slut?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good boy.” And right there on the bed, he grabbed a small funnel still greasy and stained from the last time he used it. “Lift your legs up.” With my ass completely over my body, he greased the funnel in chem lube before driving it down. He stood above me, holding the funnel in place as, slowly but surely, a dark yellow liquid trickled out of his sweaty dick and into the funnel. He pissed more than my ass could hold in at once, so a bunch of piss splashed onto my body, mixing with the oils and getting onto his bed. He didn’t care. He stopped himself and continued several times to make sure as much piss went into my hole as possible. After he was done, he held me like that there for a minute. “Hold it in, boy. Hold it in.” I clenched my ass, letting the piss drain into me and waiting for the chem piss to eventually hit me. Daddy Tony used heavily, so I knew there was tons of T in my hole right now, mixed with his dirty piss and cum. When he was sure, he slipped the funnel out and put his finger back in. He started fucking it roughly, piss splashing out even as I tried to hold it in. I moaned, my insides already feeling so full and rocked even harder by the pressure of his finger, which viciously jabbed into me like a pogo stick. His eyes were glued to my hole, pleased at the sight of his thick, wrinkled finger jamming into my perfectly smooth cunt, piss splashing out every time he suddenly ripped it out. We heard a knock on the door. Daddy Tony withdrew his finger and went to get the door. They exchanged a brief “hey” as the man walked into view, a rugged looking Latino man in maybe his 50s or 60s with a tan, leathery face. Even in the dark, I could tell he had a deep tan. He was around 6’ tall and was dressed in a polo, dark wash jeans, and loafers. He had frizzy gray hair with a busy goatee. He had a slender build overall, but I could see the veins and muscles on his arms. He took off his shades as he looked at me, unzipping his pants. I saw on his wrist what looked like an expensive watch and, unmistakenly, a wedding band. He signaled for me to turn around, and I got on all fours, aiming my leaking hole towards him. Daddy Tony crawled onto the bed, cradling my face against his drenched wife-beater, looking straight at the guest. “You party?” he asked. “No, but you guys can,” he said in a deep, unemotional voice. “He already fucked up?” “Yeah.” “Used?” “Yeah, just filled him myself,” Daddy Tony said matter-of-factly. Sometimes you don’t know how men would react, especially married guys who don’t want to be covered in filth and dipping their dicks into cum-filled holes, but the guy just licked his lips and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” The married man kicked off his jeans and loafers and pulled off his polo. He had just a layer of white fuzz on his chest framed by a gold chain. His legs were sculpted and insanely muscular, his calves jutting out like solid rocks. I was getting so turned on; I would’ve fucked anyone Daddy Tony invited, but this john happened to be everything I loved in a man: strong, older, seedy, and married. He crawled on the bed like a predator, wincing at the cold wetness. “Why the fuck is it wet?” he asked, a little annoyed. “I pissed on the boy and inside him,” Daddy Tony said. “Hah! So he’s still got piss inside him?” “Yeah. My chem piss,” Daddy Tony said proudly. During the entire exchange, Daddy Tony never looked at me, only at the guest, whose name we never found out but we’ll refer to him as John. “Fuck, those pictures didn’t lie,” John said excitedly. “Really nasty fucking whore like you said.” He ran his cold, leathery hands over my body, his fingers thinner but more firm. “Hell, yeah. You got the cash?” “Yeah. You got change?” John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a $20 bill from his wallet. “Only got a couple singles lying around,” Daddy Tony responded, to which John just shrugged. “You guys got anything other than T then? I’ll toss an extra 40 if you got any rock.” “I actually do,” Daddy Tony grinned. He looked down at me. I had my neck craned, just looking at John #1, who returned my eye contact and grinned. He massaged my oily sweaty body with his hands. Before Daddy Tony went to fetch the drugs, he grabbed my chin to face him, his face contorted with a sadistic anger as he spit on me roughly and licked my cheeks and nose all over. “Your only job is to please him,” he commanded. “You got that, slut?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy.” He fetched a blackened crack pipe and filled it with rock and a lighter as I was left alone on the bed with John #1. I had yet to feel the heat of the man’s body, as he still fondled and groped me from a distance, just sliding his rough hands around my body as he sighed. “Fucking nasty boy,” John #1 whispered with pleasure. At this point, the chem piss and the G had hit me with full force, and the whole room felt distorted once again. I felt this intense heat and lust, as his hands gave me goosebumps all over. His hands felt so good, and I could feel the cold sting of his wedding band as he massaged me. Unbelievably spun, I lightly writhed as he tweaked my nipples and ran his hands down my sides and massaged my pelvis. He inched closer and pressed his body against my back, his warm dry body, rough skin, and solid muscles feeling so good against my smooth, slippery skin. I could smell his musk behind a small hint of cologne, which may have been overwhelmed by the stink of piss, sweat, and whatever else. He took a break from massaging me as Daddy Tony handed him the pipe and got back on the bed. He then grabbed the tina pipe that still had quite a bit left, pressed it to my lips, and flicked his lighter. We both watched again as the clouds slowly began to swirl, and Daddy Tony rolled the pipe as I started to inhale. He kept it up, making sure I took a massive hit. High out of my mind, I was mesmerized by the swirling clouds and focused just on getting as much as possible. When he removed the pipe, Daddy Tony leaned in for a shotgun, and thick swirls of vapor encircled us as we kissed. I could smell the distinct sour smell of the crack as John #1 blew wisps of smoke on my face. “Oh, fuckkk man,” he groaned out of pleasure. “Been a fucking while since I’ve smoked rock.” He hit the pipe again, and this time shotgun it to me as Daddy Tony took a hit of T himself. John #1 kissed passionately and had a more bony feel, his tongue more pointed than Daddy Tony’s. Just as he saw the crack smoke escape my mouth, Daddy Tony grabbed my head and shotgunned a massive hit that I struggled to take in. It was so heavy that clouds overflowed between our mouths, and I coughed out thick white puffs. “Ohhh yeah, little tweaker slut!” John #1 grinned. “Fuck, such a dirty little boy. I love a nasty little slut boy.” “I love horny daddies, especially married ones,” I whispered back. Daddy Tony grinned as John #1 chuckled and leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed me softly this time, lovingly. I could feel the white hairs of his beard and light mustache tickling me as we slurped. He ran his hands all over me, and I could feel Daddy Tony tweaking my nipples. Sandwiched between the two men, I was in heaven, with John #1’s warm naked body against mine while I rested my on Daddy Tony’s stomach. I could feel Daddy Tony’s socks rub against my legs as my small, dirty feet brushed against John’s much bigger feet. I could feel his long toenails and the bony tops of his feet. “What do you like about married men, boy?” John asked. “The boy’s married too,” Daddy Tony said with a chuckle. “Wow. How old are you?” “19,” I answered. “I married at 18.” “No fucking way,” John said in disbelief. “And does the lucky man know you’re here?” “Nope,” I said with a mischievous smirk. John licked his lips and leaned in for another kiss. I groaned, feeling an intense intimacy with the man. He kissed me the way my husband did after we got hitched. “One second,” Daddy Tony said, presumably feeling slighted at the sight. I looked over and he grabbed my face. “Open up,” he ordered. I did as told and he spat roughly into my mouth….then again, and a third time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John whisper behind me he reached into my jockstrap and fondled my balls. His other hand tweaked my nipples as he watched Daddy Tony fill my mouth with his spit. “Now kiss him, faggot,” Daddy Tony demanded. I arched my neck back to John, who eagerly planted his lips onto mine, a combination of all of our spit speckling his mustache and dripping down our chins. “Babyyy,” the older man groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a young slut like you… and to know you’re married to another man. Is he an older guy?” “Yeah,” I responded. “White daddies are my favorite.” “Yeah?” he echoed with perverse sweetness as his hand slipped past my balls to my hole, one finger circling my pussy lips. “Fuck…so sloppy and smooth. A thousand times better than my wife’s pussy.” “And you can fucking wreck him and use him in ways I bet you can’t with your wife,” Daddy Tony said, and the two men shared a fraternal smile. “You can fuck him however you want. Degrade him and hurt him.” I looked at Daddy Tony hungrily as he said that, and he smiled back at me before grabbing me and shoving me on his soft dick. It was completely limp, especially after one nut and all the drugs, but it was so wet and sticky from sweat and cum. I basked in the stench of his pubes, pulling back to spit on his cock before putting his cock in my mouth and slurping again. I relished his intoxicating manstink as I slurped his dick affectionately. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John say behind me as he inserted a finger into my hole. A good amount of chem piss came out with his finger, continuing to drip down my leg, staining the sheets below. The strong smell of stale chem piss wafted through his room, mixing with all the other odors. The piss startled him, but he re-inserted his finger, moving it around as he felt all the warm liquid inside. “He’s got my piss, cum, chem lube, and a couple booty bumps up there,” Daddy Tony said proudly. “You sure you’re not worried about your wife smelling you at home?” “Hah! Fuck that bitch,” John spat, suddenly fingering me more aggressively. “She spends my money and isn’t even worth a fuck anymore. Our sons are already in their 30s and I crash there if I need to.” Daddy Tony’s dick slipped out of my mouth in surprise. “Wow, older than me,” I said. “Oh yeah, boy,” John laughed as he licked his lips at the piss splashing out of my hole as he jammed a second finger in and started roughly fucking me. I began moaning loudly at the sudden intrusion, unable to hold onto the chem piss. “Shut the FUCK up,” Daddy Tony snarled, grabbing my hair and shoving my face back onto his dick. “Suck my dick, you stupid fucking slut!” “Bet the fucking faggot would wanna fuck my boys too,” John laughed. “You see how excited he looked? Fuck, I’d disown my boys if they were little tweaker faggots like him. Fucking filled with piss and taking raw cock from men my age? I bet your parents would do the same, if they haven’t already, huh boy?” As he spoke, I felt his dick line up against my hole. “Fuck, yeah,” Daddy purred, putting the poppers underneath my nose again. “Look at me, bitch!” I gazed up at him, his cock still in my dick as he squeezed the bottle of poppers under my nose and didn’t remove it even after 3-4 inhales from one nostril. My whole body loosened, and I was hit with an insatiable need for cock. I wasn’t done, though. Daddy Tony moved to the other nostril and made me huff until I couldn’t even say my name, barely even noticing as John’s long dick, already erect, poked at my sloppy, dripping, piss-stained cunt. His dick was much longer, maybe over 9” but thinner and solid like a straight rod. He slid in, his head popping in with barely any resistance. It felt amazing; it had been hours since I had Daddy Tony’s cock, and I had been desperate for this feeling. Meanwhile, Daddy Tony’s cock started growing in my mouth as he looked hungrily at the sight of John pushing into me. John pressed my head down on Tony’s dick as he shoved in with one swift motion, eliciting a muffled yelp. “Careful with the fucking teeth, faggot!” Daddy Tony barked, spitting on my face. I tried my best to gape my throat and to stay still while John’s long pole slammed in to the hilt, hitting so deep that I felt an intense ache, especially with the pressure of all the cum and piss already inside me. “FUCKING GOOD pussy,” John roared. “I could get addicted to that ass!” I continued to moan through Daddy Tony’s dick as he began fucking me viciously. I felt it even in my belly button, and I could feel even more piss flooding out of my hole as he rammed in without abandon, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. The bread creaked so hard it felt like it might break underneath us. I was in heaven, spun out of my mind and swimming in Daddy Tony’s musk as his dick hardened and started hitting the back of my throat while John rammed me from behind savagely. “You like that, whore? Suck my fucking dick!” Daddy Tony yelled. “Nasty little homewrecker. Feels so fucking good watching you suck my cock while you make me money with that filthy used up cunt.” I looked at him helplessly as he pulled me off his cock and slapped me with as much force as he could. “Fuck, yeah!” John grunted excitedly from behind. He grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back while he spanked me as hard as he could. “Smack the fucking whore again. Harder this time!” Daddy Tony grinned at the sight of my face, dripping with sweat that began mixing with all the spit, held in place by John just waiting to be slapped. He raised his hand and smacked me as hard as he could, almost sending my head flying out of John’s hand. Totally disoriented, I could see stars, but before I could recover, Daddy Tony slapped me again with just as much force, followed by a quick one. Almost immediately John grabbed me by the throat with his other hand, choking me while Daddy Tony spat in my mouth before standing up and shoving his dick into my throat. He jammed his now hard dick into my throat until I gagged, completely out of breath, snot and spittle flying everywhere. He pulled out, giving me a second to breathe before jamming it back in. The harder I gagged, the harder John pounded, now sliding back in and ramming back in as hard as he can. At this point, there was another knock on the door. Daddy Tony pulled out of my mouth and went to open the door. I couldn’t see who was behind me, but a gruff voice said, “Hey. Here.” There was the exchange of cash and I could hear clothes falling to the floor. “Fucking hot, man,” the guy groaned, rubbing his dick as he watched from the corner of the room. I turned around to see a 6’5” heavy-set man who looked to be in his late 30s with wild curly hair under a black beanie and a disheveled light beard. He was dressed in a plain black T and had a sleeve down his right arm and a tattoo of a cross on his right temple. He wore faded baggy jeans that he unzipped to reveal a 7” uncut cock. He wore no underwear underneath. He kicked off his shoes and stood there in his dirty white socks. John only briefly looked to acknowledge his presence without stopping his onslaught. Walking into the sight of me getting rammed as hard as possible on a filthy piss-stained bed and immediately being exposed to the loud sound of moans and brutal fucking seemed to turn the man on even more. Once again, we never learned his name, so we’ll refer to him as David. “Fuck that slut,” David encouraged from the side of the room as Daddy Tony walked around to the bed and repacked drugs for the group. At this point, John had roped me into a sloppy kiss as he pounded me, whispering to me in between breaths. “Do you love me, baby?” he whispered between breaths. “I love you too, Daddy,” I moaned softly, now fully in the rhythm of John’s rampant thrusts. At this point, David moved over to tweak my nipples while Daddy Tony sat in a seat at his desk filling the pipe, completely unmoved by the fucking. Perhaps motivated by the voyeur, John grabbed my throat, spit on my nose and mouth, and licked it off. Then, for the first time, he raised his left hand, the one still wearing his wedding ring, and slapped me hard across the face while he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. I yelped as the other men cheered in encouragement. “Yeah, baby? You still love me, baby?” John whispered. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned through his fingers. “Yeah? Fucking faggot. Daddy loves violating your worthless cunt. I love cheating on my wife with young pussy but young hot babes won’t put out for an older married man like me. But a nasty little faggot like you is just what I need.” With that, he spanked me hard and looked up at the trucker. "You want him to suck your dick?” “Yeah. Get me hard,” David grunted, sliding his soft filthy dick in my mouth. I felt Daddy Tony loom over me, pulling me off David’s dick after a minute or so just to feed me another big shotgun. Then, poppers again and a dose of maximum impact before being shoved back onto David’s thick uncut cock. The men wasted no time while I was freshly fucked up, with David, who was already getting hard fast, fucking my face mercilessly right away. I gagged loudly as he did, my face leaking from how hard he was using my throat. Only when I almost threw up did he pull me off, with Daddy Tony ready to feed me another big hit. “Fuck, that’s hot,” David groaned. “Look at him all fucked up. How’s that tina taste, boy?” Before I could respond, he rammed his cock down my throat again. Vapor still leaked out of my mouth as he rammed into my mouth, and Daddy Tony laughed. “I gotta piss again. Can I borrow his mouth?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, you gonna piss down his throat?” David asked, excited. “Fucking nasty.” He pulled his dick out and John held my head back as Daddy Tony leaned over, put his now soft dick in my mouth, and unloaded. I guzzled as fast as I could, with piss still dripping down my chin and over the bed as he flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow. His piss was unbelievably bitter and had the distinct metallic tang of chem piss. My stomach churned as he pumped his piss into me, but I got turned on as fuck knowing that it would get me even more high. “Fucking NASTY!” David repeated with excitement. After Daddy Tony was done pissing, I started slurping his dick, and he groaned with pleasure. At this point, the whole bed was soaked with puddles upon puddles of piss. “Disgusting fucking whore,” John grunted. “I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill that cunt with my 4-day load. You want that cum, baby?” I gurgled in response, still slurping Daddy Tony’s dick as John mounted me even higher, ripping me as hard as he can as I felt his dick get even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. He rammed me at a different angle, and I had to drop Daddy Tony’s dick out of my mouth to yelp. “TAKE MY FUCKING SEED, STUPID WHORE!” he roared as he busted in me, and I felt the slightest tinge of warm liquid inside. My whole was completely warm and slippery from his cum when he pulled out, a few drops leaking out. I could tell it was an enormous load. After heaving a few heavy sights from exhaustion, John kissed me deeply while the other two watched on and his dick softened and slipped out. “Thanks for the pussy. Such a good boy,” he whispered affectionately before pushing himself off. “If I had the energy and the time, I’d fuck you again.” “Please… please don’t leave, daddy,” I moaned, earning another kiss from John. “Daddy’s gotta go home to his wife, but he’ll think about destroying your pussy all night, baby.” And with that, he pulled on his clothes and left without even rinsing himself off. As he did, Daddy Tony grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed, enraged. “The fuck was that, boy? You tell another man you love him while I’m right there? Did you forget I’m the one renting you out and giving you drugs, boy?” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I yelped. “Fuck you, slut,” he snarled, spitting on my again before dragging me into the bathroom and throwing me on the floor. His bathroom was small and cramped and was a wreck, with debris everywhere and yellow and brown bathtub. The place looked like a gas station bathroom with a shower. He slapped a towel on the cold linoleum and dragged me on top. David lingered by the door, and Daddy Tony encouraged him to come in. The three of us were cramped in the little dingy bathroom, but it was enough to fuck. “Lay on your back,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and show him your sloppy hole.” I did as ordered, spreading my legs as wide as I can as I laid on the floor. As I did so, Daddy Tony stepped on my face, forcing his piss-soaked dirty black sock in my nose and mouth. I moaned helplessly as he pulled my legs even further apart. David jerked at the doorway, staring at the scene with straight lust. I could only see Daddy Tony’s legs tower over me and a glimpse of his maddened look, his gray beard coated with drying globs of his spit. “You’re just a breeding hole for men,” He said, rubbing his foot into my face. “The only love you’re gonna get from a real man is being used, abused, and degraded for our pleasure, and your job is to love and worship me and any man I rent you out to. But you also deserve to be punished for it, you got me, whore?” “Look at him,” David sneered. “Fucking whore dripping on the bathroom floor. This is what I fucking need.” He crawled in between my legs, and I felt him spit on his cock before sliding his cock in my hole. It was much thicker than John’s, about 7”. I moaned in ecstasy, my hole feeling so empty after the last fuck. “Mmmph!” I tried to scream as David rammed into me without mercy. I could feel his denim rubbing against my hips as cock tore through me, reminding me of how wet and cummy my hole was. He fucked me rough while he choked me, making me cough and gag as I struggled for air. Daddy Tony removed his foot and squatted down shoving his ass into my mouth. “Lick it, whore,” he demanded, and I slurped his rank, hairy ass as hard as I could while trying to ignore the pressure around my neck. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” “Yeah, lick that ass, whore. That’s all you’re good for,” David said excitedly, pumping into me hard. He rammed into me, excited by the sight of me suffocating on Tony’s ass and his unbridled enjoyment of it. Finally, Tony shifted back, moving my head onto his lap, propping me up by my shoulders so I could face David clearly while he perused grindr. Before he was even situated, David eagerly shoved 3 fingers down my throat, gagging me as he impaled me. “I’m gonna hurt you, bitch,” he growled as I looked at him with bulging eyes and dilated pupils, my face covered like a post-bukkake scene from all the spit that dripped everywhere as I licked Daddy Tony’s ass. With that, both of them spit on me at the same time. Right as the spit landed, I felt David’s other hand slap me roughly as he shoved his cock in me. “Fucking pussy’s so wet. Feels so fucking good,” he growled, slapping me again. “And even after all that, it’s tighter than I thought. Fuck! I’m about to cum!” He turned me over on my side, raising my leg as he drilled into me. Unceremoniously, he busted inside me. Breathing heavily, he looked at me, exhausted. He slapped me one more time gently before getting up, zipping his pants, and leaving without a word. “Leave the door unlocked!” Daddy Tony called. “There’s a guy in the lobby waiting to come up.” It was unusual for Daddy Tony to leave the door unlocked, but I'd soon find out why. Now with 3 loads in my hole, Daddy Tony pulled me over him and slid his hard dick, smaller than the others, easily into my used hole. Before long, we heard a knock, and Daddy Tony yelled, “Come into the bathroom!”

Part 1 Goosebumps spread all over my smooth legs as Tony rubbed his ice-cold, calloused hands over my thighs. I bounced gently in his lap, teasing him with my oiled-up, smooth cunt. He groaned as he licked my nipple, a stiff finger sliding between my cheeks, massaging my taint and rubbing my hole. I was spending the cloudy Thursday afternoon with Tony, a 56 year-old chem dealer with his own basement apartment in seedy Detroit. I’m a 19 year-old 5’6” year-old Chinese boy living with my husband, Ben, a 48 year-old 6’2” pilot who is a self-professed lover of smooth Asian boys. I had met him on Grindr when he flew into my hometown of LA shortly after I had turned 18, and my parents still think I had moved across the country in college to study business. In reality, I boarded a plane to Detroit to live with Ben, who had proposed to me after a weekend of breeding me at his hotel. Ben’s money and lifestyle on the road made it all too easy for me to meet Daddy Tony and get hooked on T. I know the looks I get from being seen with a middle-aged man, always dressed like a slut. My friends and family in LA would never understand, and I see the looks of disgust that get thrown our way when Ben takes me out on the town, but I love older men. Especially horny, filthy, sleazy older men like Daddy Tony, who stood 5’8” and had a hairy, ripe body. A carpet of unkempt gray hair lined his pale torso. He wore a tattered gray wife-beater stained with sweat and who knows what else and a pair of sweaty black socks crusty from stepping around in filth. He fondled me in his dark basement studio with only slivers of the afternoon sun that made it through his blinds. Conversations, car horns, and footsteps buzzed at street level. Ah, the sound of people coming home from work and school, unaware of the dirty sin just a few feet away. “That jockstrap makes me so horny, baby,” Daddy Tony whispered as he slurped my nipple, his thick mustache and beard tickling me. “Yeah, Daddy? You make me so horny too,” I cooed softly, looking deeply into his fiendish, hungry eyes. His eyes were black and dilated, his smile wicked. He twirled his finger around my tight, greasy oily jockstrap, snapping it. We shifted a little bit on his mattress, which was trashed. The sheet was soaked and crumpled into one corner, revealing the yellowing mattress underneath, which was covered in glass pipes resting on dirty paper towels, at least a half-dozen bottles of poppers, torches, dildos, cock rings, half-empty or spilled bottles of lube, baby oil, and grease. “I know something that’ll make you even hornier for daddy,” he whispered, grinning. I looked at his crooked yellow teeth and took in his rank breath. It was a familiar stench, always reminding me of guys who’ve been partying for so long. “Would you like that?” My skin jumped at the thought of getting even more spun. He picked up a used pipe and held it to my lips. I savored the rough chemical taste and watched as clouds slowly curled up and started tumbling in the bowl of the glass pipe as Daddy Tony held the torch to the pipe. Daddy Tony watched closely as I slowly started sucking in as the clouds started twirling hard in the bulb, wisps of vapor peeking out. “Yeahh, nice big hit, boy,” he whispered. I pulled away, coughing out a thick stream of white that never seemed to end. I coughed and gagged at the chemical taste as I felt the heat course through my body and FUCK I felt good. And horny. And filthy. “Fuck yeahh,” Daddy Tony groaned. “Daddy likes his boys tweaked up. Is that what you want, baby? Dirty little slut boy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss Daddy Tony. His breath tasted like cigarettes and chemicals. He slurped back hungrily, thick tendrils of spit coating my face as he licked me. “I want you to be mine, baby boy.” I knew what that meant. That’s what Ben said while he bred me too, before he even knew my name. In fact, I don’t remember ever telling Daddy Tony my name. He just knows me as baby boy. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said as he strummed my jockstrap. “You know I’m married.” “Daddy will take care of you better,” he groaned before roughly coating his fingers with a foamy glob of yellowish spit. “Get on your back, baby boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” I brushed back some pipes and popper bottles and laid back on the rough piss-stained sheet. I spread my thin, smooth legs and flexed by feet. Although I have beautiful feet that men love. I aimed my perfectly hairless pussy at Daddy Tony, trying to open my slender, perfectly smooth legs as wide as possible. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and pointed it at my hole. My oily cheeks reflected the light, greasy from the baby oil. I whimpered and moaned as Daddy Tony slid a finger into my hole, still coated with wads of spit. I looked right in his eyes, which were full of lust as they fixated on the sight of his meaty finger popping into my tight pussy. He groaned as he felt the warmth around his finger and felt my moans. “Your husband know you’re here with me, baby boy?” he whispered as he slipped his finger in and out of my hole. I grinned devilishly, knowing I had just kissed Ben goodbye before he left for the airport that morning. I had been on Grindr chatting with Daddy Tony even while he was packing his suitcase. “Of course not, Daddy,” I purred. “He’d kill me if I knew I was with you, daddy.” The sound of that made Daddy Tony light up and start shredding my hole with his finger like a pogo stick. “Little slut,” he groaned before spitting on my face. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over and grabbed a small tub of white greasy lube. “You know what this is, baby?” “What is it, Daddy?” “Chem lube,” he said with a sinister grin. He fished for one of the little baggies on the bed that still had maybe a gram or two of T in it. He dumped the whole thing in the lube then stuffed the baggie in my mouth. “Lick it clean, slut.” It tasted bitter and so good. I felt my whole body get hot and twitchy immediately while his fingers re-entered me and I felt a burn in my body. While Daddy Tony massaged the booty bump in my hole, I grabbed a bottle of poppers and hit it hard. Back and forth, one nostril after another while I watched him finger me. I looked into Daddy Tony’s eyes, my eyes cross-eyed and bugged out. My body felt so warm and the whole room was spinning. I couldn’t even speak as a bit of spittle dripped out of my mouth, all the drugs hitting me at once. “Daddy…Daddy I’m so horny. I need Daddy’s raw cock.” “Yeah, baby?” Daddy Tony groaned, staring excitedly into my eyes. “You’re so fucked up, baby. I love a tweaked boy. But let’s make sure you get more fucked up.” His eyes looked predatory as he grinned, spraying maximum impact on a dirty towel and shoving it on my face. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I was in heaven. “Fuck me…Furk me daddy, please,” I slurred. Daddy Tony leaned forward, his rancid sweat dripping from his leathery face onto my body as I felt the mushroom head of his 6” dick stretch my hole and push inside. I could tell his dick would normally hurt, but all the drugs had loosened my pussy enough that it eagerly gave into his dick. Daddy Tony’s dick was incredibly hard and warm. “Ohhh, FUCK!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to his balls, and I moaned softly as he started to thrust. “Daddy…” “Dirty fucking slut,” he groaned, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as his dilated pupils glared fiendishly at me with lust. I moaned weakly as he pushed his warm, wet cock into my hole in and out, slowly at first. He wrapped one rough hand around my left ankle and pressed his other hand down on my mouth. He balled up a thick wad of spit, foaming through his piss yellow teeth, and spat it roughly only my face before grinning. “Such a bad boy,” he whispered, pumping harder. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt his thick cock rip through my cunt, pressing the slight burn of the chem lube into the walls of my hole. He pulled out completely, his cock dripping with grease, and he strapped on a tight cock ring before sloppily sprinkling some crystals on the head of his dick. “Take the poppers, boy,” he ordered. I eagerly grabbed the oily bottle of poppers, fumbling to screw the top open before pressing the bottle against one nostril while holding the other. I took several deep inhales before moving to the other nostril while Daddy Tony fingered my hole, watching hungrily. He smiled with pleasure as he could see my eyes getting even more unfocused, my face contorting as my head spun. I heard a faint buzz, my vision blurring as I tried to focus on Daddy Tony’s leathery face in the dark. “Yeahhh,” he growled, pushing his dick in. I yelped as I felt a sharp burn, every crystal searing into my pussy as he kept moving in. The poppers loosened up my hole and let him in, but I still bucked as he thrust in, not giving a fuck about how much the booty bump burned my hole. He pressed down on me, splitting my legs as open as he can. “Hold your fucking legs, boy,” he commanded. I did as he told, clumsily trying to keep my legs open as wide as I could while the world spun around me, desperate to keep his cock deep inside me. He buried all the way in, both of us groaning loudly as his dick ground into my soft wet pussy, wrecking it. Once he was in and was satisfied, he grinned before spitting on my face again. Then, he grabbed my throat with one hand while he raised his hand and slapped me in the face with full force as he begin to fuck roughly. “Fuuu…Ng, FUCK,” I slurred. “Shut the fuck up you nasty cheating whore!” he barked, slapping me again as I squealed. The bed creaked as he rammed me, his dick sloshing in and out of my loosening cunt. “FUCK yeah, that cunt feels so fucking good. That’s what you’re good for, right slut? Making daddy feel good?” “Yes, daddy!” I moaned. “Fuck yeah!” he spat on me again as he rough fucked me. “Your husband know his boy is a junkie who likes getting used like a fucking faggot?” “No,” I managed between pumps, earning a wad of spit that coated my eye. It burned, but I couldn’t care, in ecstasy from Daddy Tony’s cock ripping into me. Slosh, slosh, slosh. “Yeah? Fucking trashy slut,” he growled, pausing to remove my left hand from my leg. He took the silver wedding band off my ring finger and tossed it aside. It landed somewhere in the pile of food packaging and empty water bottles somewhere on the floor. I got even more turned on remembering my handsome husband taking me to a pawn shop near the courthouse in Vegas to buy the rings last minute, him dressed in his pilot uniform, me dressed in a skimpy crop top and booty shorts. We got married moments later, with even the Vegas officiant looking wary. “You’re mine now, baby,” he had said, and that night we made love at the motel all night. “I love my Asian pussy boy.” “I love you too, Daddy!” I smirked at the memory as Daddy Tony grabbed my neck again, barking, “Your husband should fucking throw you out onto the streets or sell you, you fucking whore! A bad boy like should just be whored out like a cheap piece of trash!” “Yes, Daddy! Whore me out, daddy!” I moaned. Fap, fap, fap. I felt Daddy Tony speed up as he got excited. “Oh, I’ll fucking you whore you out all week, you dirty slut,” he said. “I’m gonna pump that drugged up cunt with my seed and rent you out to as many nasty fuckers as I can.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” SMACK! “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he grunted, his face close to mine. He quickened his pace again, tightening his grip on my throat as I gagged. My feet bounced and flailed as he shredded as hard as he could, his cock now as hard as a rock pole. “Take my fucking load, you bitch!” With that, he thrust into me hard, sending shockwaves through my body. He roared, and I felt his dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded inside me. “FUCK!” Daddy Tony pulled out and wiped himself off as I laid there, still fingering my whole like a zombie. He buzzed around, drinking water and wiping himself off, staring as his phone. His face still looked angry, and as he unwinded, I took another hit of the pipe. He laid down and joined me after a few puffs, freshening up his high himself. His post-nut clarity seemed to hit him for a minute, as he didn’t look in my direction or shotgun his hits, just mindlessly rubbing my smooth slim body. After about an hour or three of almost total silence, smoking, and cruising on grindr, BBRT, and Adam4Adam, he moved over and lubed up my hole with some spit. “I got some guys who wanna fuck you,” he said. “I want you to get really fucked up. You want G?” “Fuck yeah, daddy,” I moaned, still wired and sticky from sweat and tons of spit on my face. “Good boy.” He got up and poured 2 small cups of coke and measured some G. “Just giving you a little boy. I want you to feel these cocks destroy that little cunt.” He moved back to the bed and offered me my portion. We clinked our glasses and downed the G, and I instantly felt heat rush through my body once again as I felt incredibly nauseous for a minute. I gagged a little, but Daddy Tony put his mouth against mine and kissed me softly, his tongue perversely slurping the inside of my mouth. I immediately forgot my nausea as I leaned into Daddy Tony. I felt a finger and the familiar burn at my hole.

Since you said dick here's mine.

I’m hosting tonight. My first signal of interest is from a guy on Sniffies, who says he can come right now, and loves to fuck a dirty hole in a sleazy hotel like the one I’m at. Red Flag 🚩 My hole isn’t a dirty hole, but I’ll let that slide because of the reputation of the hotel. Then he says, “I’m a clean Top, but it’ll be fun to play a little risky with a poz bitch like you.” Strike One 🚩 He has read from my profile that I am HIV+, but has not asked my view on it. He assumes I’m willing to incorporate my status in sex play. He asks me if I ever infected anyone else after I was pozzed. I reply, Not that I know of, to which he answers, ‘That’s lame.’ Strike Two 🚩 He assumes that just because I’m poz I’m the kind of person who would seek to intentionally infect someone else - a Gifter. He then proceeds to tell me how he wants me to tell him how I’m going to poz him up with my dirty hole while he fucks me, and he’ll stay a long time so he can do it over and over. Strike Three 🚩 He not only assumes I’m on the same page, he dictates the Gifter/Chaser fantasy scenario he wants to play out on the basis of the fact that I have HIV and he does not. I informed him that his play scenario was not going to happen because I nearly died of AIDS in 2014 and have been fighting to stay alive and Undetectable ever since, and wished him better luck elsewhere. Because I, who will allow any man to fuck me, was not letting that motherfucker lay a finger on me. It is deeply inappropriate to fetishize another person’s incurable, life-altering disease, especially if you’re free of it, if that person does not feel the same. Hey, tell me how you’re going to give me your stage 3 cancer while I fuck you. I totally get off on that shit. Be sure to wear that bandanna you use to hide the fact that all your hair is falling out.

Not my story, I borrowed it from Reddit and Pozzed it up I read this while sitting on the toilet with my girlfriend still sleeping mere feet away from me. I got so hard. I jerked off and came all over myself. I just knew I had to "poz" it up and share it with my friends here on BZ It seems that there’s a different kind of intimacy and surrendering that goes into helping a straight guy explore his sexuality. Lots of the time, it goes like this: The first time we meet, it’s at a coffee shop or the mall. We take the time to dismiss the nerves and we’ll become more relaxed and comfortable. I’ll ask them about themselves, what they want out of life, their favorite things, that kind of stuff. I’ll always be genuine, I’ll always care, and I’ll try to be as kind as I can be. Then we go back to his place or mine, and I teach him how to clean himself. We’ll shower together and lather each other up. We might kiss, might not; regardless, I will lovingly wash his body and clean his hair. We’ll go over to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, and I’ll hold him. Usually the nerves come back and he’ll apologize for something, like being nervous or having a messy room… I’ll always tell him that it’s okay, there’s nothing he needs to worry about. I’ll usually try to hold him to my chest for a while, hoping that the sound of my beating heart soothes him. I’ll tell him that, “it’s just you and me, take as long as you need.” Eventually, he’ll tell me he’s ready… I’ll tell him to lay on his back, always admiring the body I’m about to make love to, then we’ll lift his legs into the air. “Ready?” I’ll ask… more often than not, his breathing will slow down, and he’ll gently nod ‘yes’ or tell me “yes”, meekly. I’ll open up a condom and roll it on, reminding him that, “if they change their mind about the condom to just let me know.” I’ll place my erection on their taint, and use my cock to massage a bit of lube across their hole. They might blush, moan, or get goosebumps; either way, I’m flattered. I’ll massage my lubed fingers into their hole to get some lube inside them, then I’ll guide my glans to their anus. I’ll look at them and begin to press the tip in. They’ll usually moan, gasp, hold their breath, or even scream. I’ll bury my hands and forearms under them, caressing their back and head, using my thumb to gently stroke their hair. “You have to push on me, [name], you have to try and push me out.” and that when it happens… his cherry pops. It feels like I’m breaking the seal, to an otherwise airtight hole, splitting and stretching him open to accommodate my exploring penis: feeling it constrict around my manhood. He might writhe in both pain and pleasure. He might scream. He might rapidly increase his breathing. He might even cry just a little bit… but he’ll almost always grab ahold of me, whether it be my arms, shoulders, or back. I’ll always hold him tighter, I might kiss him, I might lick or taste him, I might lock eyes with him… anyway, I love watching him surrender to me. Not even being halfway in, this is usually the part where he’ll tell me to take off the condom and impregnate him, cum in him, or (my favorite) breed him, but I know what I will be doing to him. I don’t know what it is about the actual penetration, but he always seems to change his mind about the condom after he’s been penetrated. I’ll take off the condom and explore him again. I’ll listen to him moan and surrender once more. I’ll feel his insides airlock around my cock and grip the tip as I slide in and out just a bit faster, relaxing as I thrust. I’ll ask him if he wants my cum, assuming he isn’t already begging me for it, I’ll tell him that my cum is all his. I’ll make him promise that he’ll take good care of my cum. Swear by this, and it’s all his. He swears, they always swear. I’ll massage his shaft and glans with my dominant hand, I’ll hold his head with my other. I’ll lock eyes with my new Baby Boy and do everything in my power to make his legs shake. I want him to be addickted to me, just for the moments that the world around us has fallen away, just for the moments I feel his hole throb, just for the moments that I’m inside him. “It’s all yours,” I tell him. I’ll begin to pump him full of my poz seed, forever marking him with my DNA. I’ll keep my cock inside him as I massage the cum from his penis. He’ll ejaculate some time after… and I’ll lick him clean. There’s no way I’m leaving Baby Boy dirty after we worked so hard to clean him. Once the high begins to dissipate, I’ll ask if he wants me to stay inside him or take it out. I tell him that I can usually go for a second, or even a third, round. After they nut, I honestly hope they begin to fall asleep because I love cuddling them: even better, I love it when they can’t sleep and ask me for round two.

You Studs set a high bar. Hope my Fat Black Uncut Dick measures up.

Mine, with Ampallang piercing. A waste of a good cock on a total bottom.

Finally bought a sling. Solid steel frame, leather sling supported on chains. I tried it out with my boy Drew last night. Fucking awesome. I put Drew in one of my most used jockstraps and military boots. Got him in the sling, fastened the stirrups around his ankles and hauled his legs up high and well wide apart. I stepped back and stared at his beautiful hole. I’ve never seen his hole presented so well - I could tell he was horny cuz his hole was pulsing. I was wearing my black boots also. I stood between Drews legs with my hardon resting on Drew’s cock. Could smell his jock and the smell of his leather boots got me even harder so I decided to wear my biker’s chaps. Finally, leathered up it was time to breed Drew. I stepped forward, pressed my cock on his hole and thrust into him. Man, I’ve ever been so deep in Drew’s ass - his chute felt so much tighter on my helmet. Drew’s moaning was like nothing I’d heard before. Every time I thrust deep into him his body shuddered. I fucked him harder and harder and finally he said “Daddy, I’m gunna cum” I was so proud to see my boy shoot his load hands free as I fucked him. That made me cum so deep in his ass that I swear I seeded Drew’s soul. He’s gunna be back in the sling in an hour. I’m hard again just recounting last night.

It is possible, especially if (as @Lily95 points out), their virus is resistant to the drugs in PrEP. In practice, for people who are compliant with their PrEP dosing, the number of cases of it actually happening are less than 10, among all the hundreds of thousands (millions?) of people taking PrEP.

I cheated my bf minutes ago. I breed a random guy from de neighborhood. Sometimes I feel myself a bad guy, but bareback sex with strangers makes me horny and I don't resist the temptation of breed a unknouwn hole.

Wrapping up a night of hotel hosting in Nashville, with some multi-cummers and hard breeders. Load count 12 unless I get one last minute. The first was particularly memorable, though - the guy slid the window curtains wide open and positioned my body on the bed so that anyone who passed outside could see me getting fucked and sucking cock. I don’t know if anyone passed or not. He made me beg him to fuck me, tell him how much I loved cock in my ass, and what a slut I am. What really made me feel objectified was the way he played with my nipples, cock and balls like they were his to play with. Which, I guess, they were.

A lot of locked boys start with a cage that is way too big, which often ends up being more painful than if they had started smaller. You want a snug fit around both your balls and your little clit, snug enough so if the thing starts to strain it gets immediate feedback that it’s futile.

I got my last load four days ago. A janitor comes to clean the common area at my apartment building. I've said hello or good morning to him in the past but that's all. This time I was hanging out some washing after I'd taken a shower. I just gad sweat pants on and no top. He came out to empty a bucket of water and I noticed him checking me out. I kept looking his way to make sure I wasn't imagining it. Then he put his hand to his crotch and rubbed till he made sure he had my attention. I knew for sure now. I went back in and slowly opened the door to the common Area. There he was holding his deck. He came in and dropped his pants. I got on my knees and he fed me his hard six inch uncut cock. Mmmm, just what I needed. I enjoyed him funking my face for a few minutes then the was leaning over me to feel my hole. Yes he wants to fuck me. As I stood up he was slapping and gripping my ass and rubbing my hole. I bent over and After three slow but firm pushes he was in me and started a rhythmic fucking motion. He was hairy and his body was firm. and his hard cock felt so good. I wanted him to cut in my ass but he pulled out and shot his load into my equally hungry mouth. It tasted and felt so good I kept on sucking every last drop toll he went limp. I hope I'm home again when he comes to clean again.

Here’s mine, just about to go up the arse of a fit 19 year old.

Im so proud of my veiny uncut cock. I would take any opportunity to show off my cheating raw meat to ANY ONE no matter what type of guys or girls especially trans girls, who couldn't resist their temptations to get down on their knees to wrap their lips around my big cock or willingly spread their pussies and assholes wide open to give me the right to use their fucking holes and beg me to dump my seeds deep inside their cunts after a long fucking session.

Only one so far today 😉 but a good one. A 20yo boy messaged me this morning saying he was hungover and desperately horny to blow. I replied that I was about to go to a work meeting but keen for after. I assumed he would have lost his load by then, though. When I went back online at midday he messaged again straight away. Turns out he's in a hotel very close by, 5 mins walk. His pics are really hot - great slim body - and I like to help out, so I said ok I'll come over now. He met me downstairs at the door to take me up in the lift, came down to the lobby wearing just a t shirt and boxer shorts - obviously naked underneath. Man, he was a real gorgeous cutie. A group of girls got in the lift with us and they couldn't take their eyes off him, one even very obviously watching him in the mirror. He ignored them and chatted with me about everyday stuff, the weather etc. We got to his room, and he sat down on the sofa and took his cock out...surprisingly big for a little cute boy. I started sucking and he really got into it... that went for a while and eventually I took down my throat and he was pumping it while feeling my ass through my jeans... I said 'do you want to fuck me'. He was 'yeah turn around and sit on it'. So I dropped my jeans and slid my hole down over his stone-hard cock. I rode it for a while and then he signalled for me to get up and turn around. He pounded me hard while I bent over the sofa and a moment later whispered in my ear 'i'm gonna cum' while immediately I felt it deep in my ass. He stayed there planted deep for a few moments, with his arms around me, then pulled out nicely. We chatted again while a sorted out my clothing and he said he felt still quite sick with the hangover from a night out with mates but had to go the airport to pick up a gf. Sitting there he suddenly looked fragile and a bit lost. I could see the headache in his eyes now. I held my arms out and he leaned into my chest as I hugged him, holding his head gently. Then he said 'i'll be right, just need some panadol when I go out' . So I said goodbye and left. About half an hour later he messaged me "was soo good xx'. Seems like a win all-round 🙂 and my ass still feels great a few hours later.

The Guy who wrote this was #3 and had really good penmanship. I was Assup in a motel in SF and took 9 loads.

Had a hook up with this really cute chubby but twinky blonde kid last week. He's 18, but has a 20 y/o BF who goes to SMU and they are pretty open. He's super hot and we did raw, he didn't ask my status, wasn't about to ask his and we swapped loads. He said he and his BF sometimes do three ways but his BF doesn't bottom but does BF likes Latino guys. He wanted to see if I'd be interested in a three way. I had to stifle shock and laughing when he showed me his BF's pictures as I've been playing with his BF off and on and he's a raw pig like me and his boy. His BF is NOT all top as I've bred his ass raw plenty. I said sure...kinda want to see the shock on his BF's face when he sees I've been pounding his boy's ass raw.

While living in Chicago, opportunities for kinky opportunities ran rampant. Especially in the Roger's Park area. I was horned up after an especially stressful day at work. I hopped online, pulled up BBRT, and looked at the day's selection. There was a very handsome, lithe black top man looking to breed a hairy slut bottom. To top things off, he stated he was super dom and wanted a bottom to just shut up and not ask questions. He wasn't into partying, but didn't care if bottoms pre-Tripped. I messaged him a shot of my hairy arched back and fuck hole. He responded right away with an address. He asked me a question. "Do you mind that I'm deaf and mute?" "No. Why would I?" "Good. I want you to come to my place, but don't come in. Wait by the downstairs at the bike rack. Be pre-lubed or you'll take it dry, and I can't have my roommates or neighbors asking questions. Once you show up, you consent to do as instructed without any hassle. No fucking noise." "Hot." I was nervous as I took the 22 to his neighborhood. I stepped into a coffee shop, and ordered an Italian Soda. I walked into the bathroom, tied off, slammed myself .4, coughed, rode the rush, and poured out most of the Italian soda. I pulled another syringe out, and emptied the G into the remainder of the drink, and knocked it back. Losing any nervousness I had, I walked the few blocks to his building and waited by the bike rack of his old apartment building, which was also nearby the basement entrance. He emerged from the basement door. He motioned me to follow him. He was a little more muscular in person, and definitely had the air someone who was very dom. I followed him into the basement which stored more bikes, maintenance supplies, and laundry machines. He opened up a dark room that was used for storage, and had a mattress on the floor. It had definitely seen some action before. He motioned for me to come toward him. I went to suck his d*** and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and reached into a bag he had placed beside it. He took out a ball bag which he promptly strapped to my head so I couldn't make much noise. He then put a blindfold on me and pulled it very tight. I could still see a little light out of the mask edges so it became obvious when he turned off the room's light and I heard the door shut. He shoved in with no mercy, and fucked me doggie styles so fucking roughly that I thought he was going to tear my hole. In five seconds he obliterated my second sphinctre. Even with the chemical help, I was trying to scream, so it's was fortunate for him that he had me gagged. I didn't care I was really turned on. He pulled my hair. He choked me. He made little punches in my back with his fists while keeping his fuck rhythm. It seemed like he was fucking me forever when he put me in a choke hold and choked me out. When I came too, I was still being fucked but on my back this time. I was still being f***** hard but somehow I felt fuller and it was just different. He was biting my nipples and slapping in my face. Out of nowhere he said, "Are you ready for my dirty load?" Confused but turned on I just groaned. He pulled my waist up higher so he could force fuck me and just drill me. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was gonna pass out again. And then he just grunted and pushed in me and held his giant cock so far inside my guts that I thought I was going to rupture. Then the blindfold was taken off and it was so dark I still couldn't see anything. And again he spoke, "Okay i'm gonna take the gag off now, if you say anything i'm going to lay you out." I heard him zip up the gear bag, and the light clicked on. Between the drugs and the bright light I couldn't get my eyes to focus. " I thought you couldn't talk." " Yeah. That's my roommate. Now get your clothes on and get out of here you fucking tweaked out slut." When I could see again, before me was a very muscular, hairy Middle Eastern wolfdaddy. He had put on a jock that contained a monster. I felt loose and cum was leaking, and something else I couldn't figure out. The top look at me desdainfully as he waited for me to leave. He looked impatient as I took too long to stand up and put on my clothes. I thought he was gonna shove me out the door. As he forcefully shut the door he said "Check your pockets faggot." In my pocket I found a folded piece of paper. In the note, the black top left his phone number, and a message that said, " Your pig cunt felt so good. I hope you don't mind that I put my fist up there for a while too." My only regret was a long bus ride home, because I needed to cum so bad.

The abducted porn is hot AF. An anti gay religious conservative straight man abducted , stripped , and filled at both ends - Fucked , throated, pounded, gagged, drilled , bred and wrecked until he is cross eyed yes , stupid and pozzed by dozens of guys and will spend the rest of his life as a bottom naked- and used daily

You hit on so many points of what makes a sling fuck so good. I love how it spreads the ass with ease and comfort so you can fuck balls deep on every stroke. I am amazed more men don't own one. The best sex investment I ever made. In my home a bed is for sleeping.

Hi, Im Lee, and this is my story. I should say up front that I'm not a writer - so please don't expect everything to be themed and told in any sort of order. I started writing this because I was bored out of my fucking mind during lockdown, and I've just written encounters down as I've thought of them. Like I said, my name is Lee. I'm 32 years old and I run a lettings agency in west London. I've owned the business for about seven years now and, though I say it myself, I've made it into a really sucessful business. Outside work I play sport and I volunteer for a couple of charities. Oh, and I'm HIV positive and not on any meds. That's a bit of a long story and I might tell you about that another time. I was diagnosed about seven years ago - just after I had taken over the business. I suppose I felt a number of things when I was diagnosed - some expected and some unexpected. The most unexpected thing was how horny it made me. It seemed like my dick was permanently hard and I just wanted to fuck as many lads as I could - and actually that's more or less what I did and and pretty much what I've been doing ever since. Here's the deal. I don't stealth anyone - any guy who gets my load up his cunt knows he's going to get it. I don't lie either - if anyone asks me about my status I will tell them - but if they don't ask, I don't tell. I'm a top, I love to fuck and I don't like condoms. That's about it really. Well, let's say I'm mostly a top - if the truth be told, the more I've had to drink, the more likely you are to find me with my arse in the air, but I'm a top most of the time. I think I'm an ordinary looking guy but, though I say it myself, I do have quite a sizeable cock and I pack the front of my trousers out pretty well, even when my dick is soft. That's led to a lot of opportunities when I've seen guys checking out - I'm not shy about going for it and pretty soon one thing leads to another. That's true at work too. The business is quite a small business and so I do a lot of the property viewings, inspections and end of tenancy visits myself. We act for a number of landlords and the property portfolio consists of a lot of student flats and houses, some very high end flats and various other properties in and around west London. I know a lot of people think you should't mix business with pleasure but I have to be honest - I've had so much sex through work. You'd be surprised how often I find some lad checking out my crotch when I'm showing a flat. Sometimes its one of a group of students, sometimes it's the father of one of the students and very often it's one half a couple who are viewing a property together - and this applies to both gay and straight couples. When I've finished a viewing, I always give out my card and say if they have any questions or want a second viewing or anything they just need to call me. If I've noticed anyone checking me out, I give them a card with my personal mobile number written on it and you'd be surprised how many calls I get and how many times I get to enjoy a horny bareback fuck with no one any the wiser and more often than not, no questions asked. One time we took on the management of a flat just outside our area in south London. It was a nice flat but the parking around about it was terrible - London parking at it's worst. The first few times I went there I had to park miles away and then I noticed that there was a council estate just on the other side of the block which, unlike everywhere else around it, didn't appear to have controlled parking and I started parking in there. I got a couple of dirty looks from the residents and knew I probably shouldn't continue parking there but it was so convvenient I did - and then one day I got challenged. The guy who challenged me looked to be in his mid 30s - he was slim, dark haired and actually quite good looking. He was obviously nervous and had clearly taken his courage in both hands to challenge me. He was brick red but explained that the parking was for residents only and when people from outside parked there it made it harder for people who lived there. He told me he was a nurse who worked shifts and said it was really inconvenient if he couldn't get parked. When he finished tallkng he looked at me and I could tell he was nervous about my reaction so I smiled at him and told him he was quite right to call me out and I apologised for being selfish and told him I wouldn't park there again. He was a bit taken aback. "Oh, well.....I suppose it's not that big a deal," he said, with a smile. I held out my hand "I'm Lee," I said. He shook my hand. "I'm David". I had noticed him checking out the front of my trousers by now and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. There was no mistaking it now - he was definitely checking me out so I decided to go for it. I spread my legs a bit to give him a better view and he asked nervously if I would like a cold drink as it was such a hot afternoon. I said that would be great and soon I was following him up to the second floor of one of the blocks. I could tell he was nervous as he handed me a (very welcome) cold drink and guessed I would have to make the first move so I pulled him towards me and soon we were kissing. A few minutes later, my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. It was just what I needed and I must say he did it really well. I could easily have let him blow me until I unloaded in his mouth but I wanted to see if he was willing to go any further. I pulled him up and soon I was going down on him. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round. He bent over the kitchen counter and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Along with fucking, licking arse is definitely my favourite thing. I love pulling a guys cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up him, knowing that I'm soon going to be pushing my raw cock up there. David's arse was a little hairy and I enjoyed licking it and judging by the moans he was giving out, he was enjoying it as much as me. I stood up and began to rub my cock against his hole. He pulled back then. "Oh...." he said, "I can't....I...I've got a partner..." His voice tailed off as I pushed the head of my cock against his arse again. "I really want to fuck you," I said and he moaned. I knew he wanted it too but then he said "We have to use a condom." I told him I didn't like condoms and he moaned again. "I....I can't,,,,,not without a condom." I told him that was fine and said I totally respected his decision and said we didn't have to fuck. I've found to this to be a very effective strategy over the years in getting lads to fuck without a condom - especially when they're really horny for it as this guy was - I've found that so many safe only guys will fuck bare rather than miss out on a fuck if they're horny enough and this guy was no exception. He said hesitatingly "Well, maybe just for a little while...."and a few minutes later he was bent over the kitchen table and my bare cock was pushing up his arse. He pushed his arse out further and moaned as I began to fuck him. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Fuck me.....fuck me!" I could tell he was really horny and guessed that his boyfriend probably hadn't given him one for a while. He was still moaning as I began to fuck him harder and I guessed that he hadn't expected to end up bent over the kitchen table with his pants down and a bare cock up his arse when he came out to speak to me about parking on the estate. I was enjoying every minute of the fuck, expecting him to ask me to pull out soon but he didn't. I was getting close now and told him so but he didn't react and I kept fucking him. After another ten or twelve thrusts I could feel myself starting to cum and I told him so. "Do it..." he moaned, "Fucking do it!" I hadn't cum for several days and seconds later I was pumping what I knew was a massive load up his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming - I really bred him. When I had pulled out he stood up and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "I really needed that!" he said with a grin. Then he reddened a bit and said he didn't normally cheat on his partner like this. I said we're all human and he grinned again. I don't think it occurred to him that I had just pumped a toxic load up him. I didn't have to visit that particular flat for a while after that but a few months later I was doing the property inspection and I parked on the council estate again. When I returned to my car, a group of four lads in trackie bottoms and T shirts who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties were drinking in an entrance way just beside it. As I approached my car they started shouting at me and calling me a posh cunt and telling me to fuck off out their estate. I'm not easily intimidated so I tried to ignore them and got into my car and started it up. They were making wanking signs now and as I moved off one of them, a dark haired lad in a football top, turned round, dropped his pants and bared his arse at me. I grinned - he had a nice arse - and then just as I had pulled away there was a crash as one of the other lads threw a full can of beer at my car with some force. I was not grinning now and kept driving. I stopped a few miles away to survey the damage - the rear light of the car was smashed and the bodywork dented quite badly. I was really pissed off - I was proud of my car and I had bought it when the business started to make some money - but much as I love cars, I understand they are inanimate objects and can be repaired so I just booked it in to a body repair shop. It wasn't cheap. I didn't park on the council estate again - I guess you could say I had finally learned my lesson - and I found somewhere to park a bit further away on the edge of some woodland. It was about three weeks later that I was walking back to my car when I heard someone calling to me. I turned round and saw it was one of the lads from the council estate - a tall blond lad. I didn't want any trouble so I started walking faster. "Wait," he called and then added "Please." I turned round and he caught up with me. "I'm sorry," he said "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he said. "It was stupid and I'm really sorry I did it." I realised he was telling me it was him who threw the can at my car. I was really tempted to tell him to fuck off but I could see in his eyes that he genuinely seemed to be troubled about what had happened. He was a bit nervous now "Look," he said, "I don't have any money, but maybe I could buy you a drink or something?" I looked at him and he reddened "Just to say sorry, you know." I relented "How about I buy you one?" I said and a few minutes later we were in a bar on the main road near the estate. I bought him a lager and myself a soft drink (I was driving) and we talked. He told me his name was Robert and he was 20. He was employed part time but didn't earn very much money and he had recently split up with his girlfriend. On the second drink he told me that he had a two year old daughter but his ex girlfriend was being difficult and not allowing him proper access. He told me he was really sorry he had behaved like such a prick and wished he could pay for the damage to my car. I told him not to worry about it - It was repaired and I was not concerned about it. On the third drink he asked about me and did not seem particulary surprised when I told him I was gay. He asked if I had a partner and I told him I didn't. Robert picked up his lager which was half full and downed it in one. He grinned and said he needed to go for a piss. I said I did too and we made our way to the toilet. Soon we were standing at the urinal together and I could see Robert was checking out my cock as he pissed like a racehorse. A short time later we were in a cubicle and Robert was sitting on the toilet and I was standing in front of him. He unzipped my smart work trousers and pulled them down along with my pants and soon he was sucking my cock. He sucked me quite well and I couldn't help wondering just how straight he was. He certainly did not resist when I pulled him up. I wanked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. WIthout a word, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. It wasn't very fresh, but in fairness he probably hadn't been expecting anyone to stick their tongue up it and I didn't really care anyway. I licked his arse for a while and then reached into my pocket for the little pack of lube I always have somewhere about my person. Robert did not resist as I pushed my cock into him - he just gave a little grunt and soon my cock was right up him. I began to fuck him - turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a run down straight pub. The toilet was not very clean and it smelled very strongly of piss, but somehow this just turned me on even more and before long I was getting close to cumming. "I'm close," I panted and he asked if I was going to cum in him. "Do you want me to?" I asked and he nodded. I didn't hold back and soon I was pumping a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I had finished cumming, Robert stood up, took hold of his cock and began to wank. I fingered his cummy hole as he wanked and before long he was shooting a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He griined at me. "You've done that before!" I said and he shrugged "Now and then" he said. "Do you like it?" I asked and Robert nodded and grinned at me again. I didn't have cause to visit that area for a while after that and the only other time I visited the council estate was one afternoon when I badly needed to piss. I remembered there a little wooded area behind a brick shed on the estate and I figured that it wouldn't do any harm just to quickly take a piss there on the way past - and to be honest it was either that or wet my pants and I didn't want to do that. A few minutes later I was mid way through a much needed piss behind the shed when I sensed that I was not alone. I turned and found a dark haired young lad of about 18 or 19 watching me. He was dressed in a polo shirt and work trousers and I saw from his badge that his name was Reece and he was part of the council's Estate Services Team. I had seen members of the team on the estate now and then, cleaning and tidying the garden areas. Reece was staring openly at my cock and I pulled back a bit to give him a better view as I finished pissing. It wasn't long before my cock was in his mouth and I was enjoying a really good blow job. This lad may have been young but he certainly knew what he was doing - it was one of the best blow jobs I had had in ages. I let him suck me for a while longer and then pulled him up. He didn't take much persuading to drop his pants for me and soon he was leaning against the brick shed, his work trousers and his white underpants at his knees and my cock up his arse. He told me he wanted it hard and I gave it to him hard, before shooting my toxic load deep into his unprotected young arse. Shortly after this encounter, the landlord put his flat on the market and I had no cause to visit that area again - but I certainly had some horny fun when I was there and, as always, enjoyed every minute of it. I've also quite enjoyed writing this - if you like it, I'll write some more.

Haven’t posted in a while but boy have things changed…. If you’ve read my previous stories you know how much cheating on my husband turns me on. I love breeding and getting bred by different guys. Some regulars, some one time hookups. Nothing is better than going home to have sex with my husband knowing that I was a slut for some other man earlier in the day. but recently, my husband and I have started using hookup apps together. We’ve said we play together, and we do. I still play separately and from what I know, he still does not. I try and encourage him to fuck around without me. He seems to be opening up to the idea and I hope it happens soon. Nothing would be hotter than to come home from work and find him ass up with someone’s cum dripping from his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and wanna help me out, feel free to DM me.

Imagine at night in a alley, breeding and getting breeded by strangers and maybe some homeless guys

Fuuck yeah I had an alpha that had a garage that used to breed me there all the time at night late usually spun n poppered af jockstrapped jus bent over his car n took his raw cock he usually nut at least 2 even 3 loads without stopping jus milked his raw cock usually after I’d been out cruising so high load count in my jockpussy so fukn hot I should write about it share with u bros

All this cocksucking at work... and no one got a RAISE? 🤔

I think a big problem with the current. hookup apps is a lack of accountability. If people behave badly then there's no red flags to warn others. But why not turn that around and give green flags for being a good citizen? Much like Uber has a rating system when you ride - for both the passenger and the driver, I'd think there's a place for such a system on hook up apps. How it would work would be an interesting PhD in Social Science... I think having only positive feedback and no negatives avoids the whole situation where people give revenge bad feedback and it has to be moderated. Maybe there's a bunch of traits you can give props for - "Showed up on time" - "Accurate pics" - "Gave me a load" - "Took my load" - "Multiple loads" - etc... All of these reputation points would be things that are based around an actual meet. The idea here is that by being positive rather than negative in feedback it helps build more of a community. Perhaps some red flags are also needed to deal with bad actors - but would have to be moderated to prevent abuse. The only flaw I can see is that it may be difficult for newcomers to build a reputation from scratch. But reputation has to be earned, somehow/ - so it's sort of the point.

I’ve been faithfully married for the last 8 years, and we obviously dated for a while before getting married. Lately my previous boyfriend has been writing me and wanting to meet. He’s the man who got me into bareback sex. He gave me an HPV, but I forgave him. Long story short, I can’t stop thinking about meeting him again. I know that if he makes a move on me for sex that I won’t be able to say no. I think that both he and I know that he can have me whenever he wants me, and I think that it is why he’s sniffing around again. I have been faithful to my husband, but I do want my ex to fuck me again. My ex does know how to work me emotionally. I imagine that he’ll be fucking me again soon. confused and horney!

Really? Why? I’d definitely get down on my knees with my mouth open for that!

Happened to me. Hot sex w/me getting to eat the hottest ass I've eaten in years turned even hotter when he whimpered and slid my cock into his ass raw and let me do him to my heart's content. He said I smelled rank (I had just come from working out) and it turned him on. In the afterglow I made a comment about a hat with a logo I recognized and soon we were discussing our mutual friendship w/someone very close to our friend group in a city hundreds of miles away. Oh, and this dude was from my hometown as well. Small, small world.

I have a FTM buddy who can fuck me with a strap-on twice as well as some biological men can, so a FTM Top/Dom is most definitely a possibility.

Chapter 14: The Seed is Planted We finished our wings and headed quickly back to the dorm where we immediately got naked. I adked Marc if he was ready for this, and he said definitely. We embraced, kissing each other, and Marc mentioned how far we've come from skinny dipping and jacking to not just fucking him but attempting to gift him. He said he knew our session would be unlike his with the doctor who just wanted to plant his toxic seed into any willing hole. I told Marc I wasn't going to fuck him, but rather make love to him. He simply smiled and said let's do it! We started off being very romantic. Kissing, cuddling and caressing each other's bodies. I quickly put Marc in position on his back, with his legs over my shoulders so I could see his face as we made love. There was a look of fear, yet excitement in his eyes. He started off by begging me to breed him. I just lubed his tight hole up, and stuck the head of my cock in him asking if he truly wanted my toxic seed in him. He hesitated and finally said yes. I had the feeling that he just wanted my load, and he would deal with any consequences after. Before I started breeding him, I told him tonight could change his life forever, and asked if he was prepared for that. Again there was an awkward moment of silence before he said he was ready. I slowly slid my cock in him until it was fully in him. I let him get use to it before starting to gently thrust in him. The look of fear was going away, and now was just pleasure. He told me he had waited so long for this night to happen. I replied that so did I. Little did he know that I didn't just want to breed him, but for him to be my first conversion. I wasn't sure that would happen tonight, as he had mentioned having the PEP which his doctor made him take after each time he made was seeded by him. I did find his bottle of PEP which the label said a quantity of 10, and there were only 6 pills in the bottle. I'm guessing that the doctor had seeded him 4 times. Before I left for the weekend, I would take a second count to see if he took one. Our session seemed to last forever. I felt myself wanting to nut in him several times, but was able to control myself. It was odd for me. I guess it was because I wanted him to be my first conversion, yet I wasn't sure he was ready for that. I knew in my heart it would eventually happen, and honestly tonight was more than I expected would happen. Marc started to beg me to fill him with my poison cum as he called it. I picked up my pace and shot a huge load deep into his second ring as i asked Marc if he was ready and willing. Afterwards he rolled on his stomach and told me to eat his ass. I started kissing and licking his back from the neck down until i got to his ass and stuck two fingers inside him. Although there was some cum in there, the majority apparently was deep in him. I then buried my face in his hairy hole pluging his hole and presenting my fingers to his mouth and he greedily sucked on them.

He was just lost in the moment, plus, horny as a fuck and needed some attention!

It's immoral to deny a man his full satisfaction once he's inside you. Learn to suffer in gratitude for the opportunity to serve him.

Last weekend in Chicago was IML weekend and full of hot guys. I came to the city for the long weekend too. Unfortunately I forgot my prep at home. Must have left them on the cabinet. Anyway, decided to go to steamworks for the first time in my life after reading all the positive reviews here. It was the most amazing and surreal experience. I literally got fucked non stop for five hours by at least 20 different people of all ages, races and body types. I think the free live porn shows made them very horny and a willing Twinkie bottom came handy to them. I cannot believe I let my inner cumslut emerge like this. My ass was sooo open and full of cum by the end of the night that for the next entire day I kept having contractions and fluids coming out of it I’m a bit concerned as I have not had my prep medicine for a week but not too worried about the outcome as the fun I had was totally worth it.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VIII: Airport Code POZ “Come through, Sir,” the TSA agent said, bored out of her mind, waving me through the machine. Her name badge read “Sylvia.” It was 6:30am, I was still not fully awake after a late night of pozfucking my latest conquest, a 40-something Daddy type, with a furry Dadbod and an admirable goal of pozzing up to join the brotherhood. Harry had just gotten out of a bad relationship and was ready to sow his oats, and he wanted them toxic to gift around to others. Reaching out to me on twitter DMs, we quickly arranged a meeting. I had only the one available night since I was flying to Chicago in the morning. I put on my fat metal cockring which I had specially engraved with “POZ” in capital letters, I was wearing my biohazard T-shirt, and to add to the look, I had some biohazard dogtags on a chain that I was now sporting regularly. I met Harry at his hotel; he had flown in from Phoenix for my strain – always such an honor to infect chasers, especially those that travel to get what you’ve got, I was happy to help him out. By the time I left his hotel, after toothbrushing his hot furry hole twice and depositing two loads of my HIVenom into him, I was confident – certain, actually, that in a few weeks, Dad Harry would be in the midst of the beautiful fuck flu and I’d have pozzed my 9th willing chaser, the only thing left was to get the inevitable text message in a month or so on my pozphone from him, my latest victim. Harry was intent on pozzing up and spreading it around. He told me his ex was trying to get back into his life but he wasn’t gonna let that happen. “My ex was so toxic!,” he remarked, not meaning “viral,” but an obnoxious personality, he explained. “Well, in a few weeks, you can make him doubly toxic if you wanted to!” I laughed. I think he was considering the idea as I kissed him goodbye and left his hotel room. After I had done the deed, I collapsed into my bed back at home, and only slept for about 4 hours – when I woke, I saw that I hadn’t even taken off my T-shirt, or the necklace with the POZ dogtags (another new pozmerch purchase). I hurriedly dressed, unthinkingly adding the metal POZ cockring (which had become part of my daily uniform) and made my way to the airport – LAX has some amenities like an airport shower that I would have to take advantage of. If I could clean up there and then sleep on the plane, I would be refreshed for the task ahead. But now, as Agent Sylvia waved me through the security machine, I realized I was wearing some metal on my person, my 0g PA piercing, the Scorpion belt buckle that Eric and Keith got for me last week, the metal cockring and chain with dogtags, the last two emblazoned with the word “POZ” on them – I briefly panicked a bit inside – and then, I said to myself “Fuck it,” and strolled through. The machine, of course, buzzed and beeped and lights blinked on and off. ‘Off to the side, sir” she responded, as she got the hand-held scanner and waved it up and down in front of me. It got to the lower part of me and beeped loudly. “Male agent needed for extra security search,” she intoned into her walkie-talkie. “Stand over here, Sir,” she said pointing to the side. “Just one moment for a male agent, Sir,” it won’t be long. “Oh, here he comes now…” Around the corner of the security area, walked in a hot, built black man in a tight uniform. He approached me and I could see his name tag: “Reggie.” Sizing me up, I thought that just for a second, Reggie’s eyes stopped for an extra second or two at my T-shirt with the biohazard imprinted on it. “Follow me over here, sir,” he motioned to a cordoned-off area behind several screens. Once again, the hand-held scanner was waved in front of me. Reggie brushed it up against me, unlike his female co-worker, and he stopped at the groin area, “What have you got here, Sir?” he mused, “show me please, you’ll have to drop your pants.” Unbuckling the scorpion buckle, I dropped my jeans and underwear and was full POZ monty right there at LAX, even for it being a screened-off area, it still felt weird but strangely liberating. My biotat displayed proudly for him to view as I lifted up my T-shirt to show it off. “Oh, I see,” was his only response, “you can pull up your trousers now, but come with me, Sir, I need to look a bit closer.” With that he led me to a small private room with a long rectangular window in the door. As I entered the room and turned around, I saw him lowering the blinds on the window. “We need some privacy, here, Sir, don’t you think?”, clicking the lock on the door. He moved forward and cupped my crotch, “Is that really loaded with toxic cum?” he said pointing down at it. “Yep,” I said proudly. Becoming poz and gifting at will had emboldened me and I no longer cared who knew or what anyone thought about it. Reggie certainly seemed to approve as he sank to his knees and took my growing poz pierced weapon in his mouth. “Airport benefit – we get to play with any twisted fucker we see coming through. And when I saw the biotat and the POZ cockring, I knew I needed that strain.” “You neg,?” I asked, hopefully wishing to add poz son to my list. “Yep, neg and no PrEP…been trying to join the club for over a year now, but no luck,” he said, dropping his pants to reveal a fat black cock oozing neg precum. ‘I can turn that precum into poz cum with just one fuck, Reggie, if you want me to.” “Please, Sir, give me that toxic load,” he begged, and just backed up on my cock. Sometime in this brief interaction in this room, he had lubed his hole – it felt smooth and silky and I began driving my pozrod into this stud’s hole. “You gonna share this gift, you sick fucker, once I blow my strain into you? I was getting close…despite very little sleep and blowing two infectious loads into Harry only a few hours ago, my high-viral balls were brewing up a fresh batch of poison for Reggie’s sweet hole. “Yes, Sir! The whole point of going poz is to spread it around,” he breathlessly exclaimed. With that, I erupted my virus into the TSA agent, shuddering and pulsing eight or nine shots of HIV straight into him…Reggie was beating his cock furiously and right after my toxic injections had abated, his cock unleashed a three-foot arc of neg cum across the room. “Yeah, that’s the last neg load you’ll ever shoot, man!” I proudly proclaimed, sure in my perfect conversion rate and that my Number 10 son was just created, ready to spread and share and gift the willing and the oblivious alike into the poz brotherhood. We disentangled from each other, and he kindly cleaned off my cock with his mouth, and then we dressed and he led me out of the room, past the security area. “You do this often with people traveling through?” I asked Reggie. “Oh yeah, we pick the ones we want for special screening,” he laughed. Just before us, Sylvia got her pussy fucked by a Swedish tourist in that same room we were just in – Airport Privileges!” “This one is good,” he remarked to Sylvia, the woman who had scanned me initially. She shot him a conspiratorial look and sly smile. “You’re free to proceed, Sir, and thank you,” he whispered. I passed him my burner phone number I quickly wrote on an extra luggage tag. I whispered to Reggie “When you get the fuck flu, let me know.” Son #10 was in the books. My first X was now just awaiting official confirmation from Harry and now Reggie! I grabbed my bag and never turned back, an incredible feeling of pride and accomplishment washed over me as I headed for the spa/shower area, still with plenty of time to make my flight.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VI: Mounting and Installing I woke up early that morning, my pierced poz cock decided it was time to get UP. Ordinarily, I’d hit the apps or BZ or twitter to see what messages from chaser guys have come through, but I know my pozzing tool has another appointment later today with Caleb’s not-so-virgin-anymore hole, so I settle for a quick run through the neighborhood to try to alleviate the urge for now. Along the way, I strip off my shirt as the morning L.A. temperature starts to rise, the top half of my biohazard tat prominently displayed, sticking up from my running shorts. For anyone in the know, it’s clear in it’s connotation. I run by a few other guys sporting bio-tats as well and we just smile and nod in an unspoken bond…I don’t know if they’re all toxic or on meds but we still share a great link…And with prolific pozzers like Keith and Eric around this area, it’s entirely possible some of the hot men I pass by are my brothers in poz, sharing our strain and not caring who knows it. As I’m walking back to my apartment, my phone buzzes…It’s Caleb. “Still can’t stop thinking about yesterday, Sir, and knowing I may already be poz,” “Oh, I think you are already for sure, but that’s what today is - the cherry on your poz conversion, baby boy.” “Can you come by at 12:00? My folks will be busy setting up for a pool party for me and my brother so we’ll have uninterrupted time to “install the TV. They don’t know I already did it in the middle of the night, it’s 90% set up already.” “I’ll be there in my tech support shirt, baby boy,” to guarantee you my strain and entrance to the brotherhood. Keep your hole prepared,” I text back as I enter my apartment building. As I approach my door, I see there’s a note taped to it. Pulling it down, and opening my door, I stop to read it: “I’m a neighbor of yours and I am craving what you have, I know you can give me what i need” plus a phone number and his twitter handle “@born2003boyneedspoz I text Keith a pic of the note “Wow, they’re hunting me down now!” Another contestant for conversion to an enhanced life! Wonder how they knew who I was.” “Maybe your Wi-Fi network name of “bighotpozzer” sent a red flag through the building?” Keith jokes back. Pays to advertise!” “But seeing his twitter name now, I know that kid, Randy” Keith writes back, “I fucked him, in fact, but he didn’t convert. I think he was on meds even though he said he wasn’t. I saw PrEP in his bathroom cabinet when I went there one day to breed his hole. He’s a hot boy and his hole is really sweet so it’s a good fuck but I don’t think he’s serious about getting pozzed.” “I’m willing to give him a try on your say-so, brother…A good fuck is still a good fuck. I’ll work on him a bit over twitter and maybe i can get him to lose the PrEP.” “Check with Eric on that kid, I think he fucked him as well thinking he was a serious chaser - but again the PrEP stopped the good result from getting through. Good luck,” Keith continued, “with today’s adventure. Poz up that boy good, brother!” “Keith, I don’t know how to explain it,” I texted back, “but I just *know* already that I got him pozzed into the brotherhood with last night’s fuck. I felt the same with Benny and all it took was the 1 poz session to convert him.” “Yep, sometimes you just know, my friend. Have fun anyway.” I quickly showered which sent my pozzing stick hard and rigid again but i held off, instead placing a thick metal cockring around it to show it off some more, throw on the boy’s B*** B** T-shirt, found an old “RANDY” name badge from my days selling mobile phones and made my way out in the traffic towards the kid Caleb’s house. I pulled up in front of the kid’s house to see a number of cars parked in the driveway and on the street in front…there were balloons on a stick tied to the mailbox indicating a party was in progress. I texted the kid “I’m here.” “Come around the right side and you’ll see me,” he fired back. And there he was poking out a side door, looking as cute and corruptible as yesterday, the scorpion T-shirt I gave him was a size too big and enveloped his gangly frame. A moment of pride swelled in me when I saw him and knew I had given him my HIV, and was about to do so again, bringing him fully into my poz coven and marking him for life as my progeny. “In here,” he motioned, and we went through the side door to the large finished basement where the TV and soundbar and sub-woofer was sitting, fresh and new with the packaging strewn about. “It’s all finished, just gotta connect the cables through the crawl space…in here,” he led me to a darkened room under the stairs. “Gotta do this quick, Sir, I can't stop thinking about it! please gift me again with your poz!” Closing the door behind him, narrow shafts of light from the larger room poked through the small wooden door, making it near pitch black in this little space. He turned on the flashlight on his phone and put it to one side…. In this harsh light, what I could see was that he had flung off his shorts and pulled up the scorpion shirt, exposing his sweet tasty pink hole. He handed me a toothbrush and said “brush me up with my own toothbrush, Sir, so tonight when I'm brushing my teeth, I'll know it was a part of my pozzing!” Through the din from upstairs, directly above where we are, the sounds of a party filter through. I hear a woman, maybe Caleb’s mother ask “Where is he” and “is it set up yet?” Little does she know her 20 year old son last night succumbed to my viral fuck and that my strain was already at work on her son’s young body. I am super horned up now hearing sounds of “normal life” upstairs, a few feet over us really, just a thin wall on top of this crawlspace separating Caleb’s home life up til now from his future as a member of the exclusive poz club, proudly sporting my infection and ready to propel the strain forward – the depravity of it throbs my cock in my jeans and I resume my task: I kneel down in the dark cramped space and inspect the hole and my handiwork from yesterday. It was pink and open for my tongue which found its way inside….The boy moaned softly and after a minute or two,I went from my tongue in his hole to the kid’s own toothbrush alongside it, his capillaries reacting with a new spurt of red to indicate his prime pozzing potential. I pulled down my jeans and let loose my pierced, cockring-ed poz monster which was streaming with precum already…what Eric and Keith say is true: The more poz sex you have, the more you want. I spit on my cock and with the light from the phone as my guide, sent it right up the kid’s pink hole, picking up traces of bloody red as it invades his boycunt and finally settling in, balls deep, my toxic precum already working on poisoning him like it did yesterday, setting the stage for the delivery of the next HIV load sure to follow. “I kept dreaming all night how your strain was already working on me, Sir,” the kid whispers…”I had to have more!” I’m pozfucking the kid now slowly but deeply, his hole reflexively opening up to accommodate the fat invader, and throwing some poztalk into his ear as he’s bent over taking my fuck. “Yeah, boy, you couldn’t wait to get more of my virus up your cunt, could you?” “Take that fuck, faggot, pozzing you up into the brotherhood.” “You gonna convert for me, son? My viral load precum is already changing you…No turning back now, brother!” “Be sure to spread my gift once your fuck flu hits, baby boy.” “Marking you as a poz pig for life, kid.” “It ain’t never gonna be the same, boy, destroying you for life, you’re on your way, my poz son!” Finally all this talk gets too much for me and my venom erupts deep up the boy’s hole, there’s about 10 or 11 pulsations of fresh virus for his receptive and scratched-up cavity, already my load is infiltrating into him, hot on the heels of last nights pozfuck and ensuring a new member of the brotherhood and my getting one step closer to the sacred “X” to accompany my bio-tat, marking me as the poz predator I have become. After squeezing the last drops of my HIV into him, I pull out and he collapses in a heap, the scorpion shirt drenched in sweat from the intensity of my pozfuck and the dank humid crawlspace in which I have made him my poz progeny. “You OK, son?” I inquire. “I’m better than ever,” he says, tears streaming down his face, “I almost blacked out for a moment there, it was so good you sending me over the line like that. I will always carry your strain, Sir, I will spread it around like it deserves to be spread.” Collecting himself a bit, he connects a couple of fat TV cables poking through the other side of the wall. “We should be all connected now,” He’s talking about the TV equipment, but I know we are also now connected in deeper, more natural ways as well. “Thank you for the tech support, Sir,” I know we’ll have a positive outcome! I’m gonna go change out of this drenched shirt and I’ll be right back. Looking down at my hot poz tool which hasn’t receded at all, he asks: “I gotta go tell my Mom to get her off my back...Maybe I can suck this when I get back?I’m dying to taste some poz cum. Be right back” He douses his phone’s light, opens the tiny door to the crawlspace and a shaft of light shines through illuminating him as he leaves and closes the door. I hear him walking up the stairs right above my head, and that woman talking to him: “Is it set up? Your Dad wants to watch old home movies from his phone on the new TV” “All set up, Mom, just sent the tech support guy away. Gonna go change my clothes now,” I got a little…dirty,” he replies, his footsteps above me receding in the distance. His Mom calls out to him “I don't like that shirt with that...”bug” on it...change into something respectable for your grandma” I’m there alone for a few minutes, happy with myself, my pozzing tool still as ready as ever, when I hear more footsteps above, and the tiny door opens up again. I’m momentarily blinded by the light streaming in. The young kid moves quickly over to me, kneels down and swallows my cummy poz cock with one motion. He’s working on it like crazy when he turns around, lowers his shorts and backs himself up on my cock in one swoop. “Oh, I thought you wanted to taste the cum this time, boy, but you just can’t get enough, baby boy?” I purr, getting into the flow of fucking up into his hole again. It feels somehow a bit tighter than just a little while ago. “Yeah, my son, you want another fresh load of my gift? You're addicted to my toxic cock, you fucking slut faggot,” take that cock up your hole, boy.” “Yes, Daddy, fuck me please with it, breed my hole,” was his only whispered reply. In the shadowy light of this small space, I see his own cock helicoptering back and forth as he grips both walls to absorb my pounding, a long stream of precum dribbling down and shining in the few streams of light in this hidden space. That is new for me, I hadn't even paid notice to Caleb's cock before...the kid is packing some nice equipment which will make for some good pozzing in the future. Above us, I hear the same sounds of people talking and walking…I am getting close to delivering another load of fresh toxic babies into this kid’s guts…and it finally explodes with eight or nine shots of my strain up inside him. He adjusts himself a little bit, turns his head back to me, my poz weapon still buried to the hilt inside him, the last drops of virus transferring into him once again. In the dim light, my eyes struggle to see clearly but something is different: “I’m Callum, Caleb’s brother,” the kid says. He looks identical to the kid I just pozfucked. Holy fuck, I say to myself have I just pozfucked twins, right under their parents’ noses?! “Caleb told me what you were supplying, I knew I had to get some for myself.” I point to my poz biotat “OK, but you know what this means, son?” “Yeah, I know…I’ve been on PrEP up until i ran out three weeks ago so I might still be protected…at any rate, I don’t care, I needed some of that, at least gotta try to get the gift,” he says. “C’mon, the coast is clear now,” he says, “ Caleb is waiting on the side of the house away from the party.” Putting my pozzer back into my jeans, I emerge from the crawlspace and slip out the side door after Callum. Caleb is there and the twins stand side-by-side, grinning widely. “We have always shared everything,” Caleb tells me, “so why not share the strain as well?” I see now some slight variations in them: Caleb is a bit leaner, Callum works out more than his twin and you can see that in his broad shoulders, veiny arms and square jawline. Both of them are gorgeous specimens in their own way and I can’t hardly wait for official verification of my work here today: “I need you to text me the moment the fuck flu hits, boys, and a pic of the test. I gotta reputation to maintain. Now go forth and spread it. I hug and kiss both boys deeply, we three have a beautiful viral poz bond. Again, like with Caleb last night, I know I have just successfully infected Callum as well and as I disengage from the twins I have just pozzed, and walk along the side hedge to my car, I am beaming with pride. “Two closer…And twins this time, “ I text back to Keith and Eric, my fellow poz conspirators…Coming for that 1st “X” mark two at a time!

Two things spring to mind, In my 20s I was renting a flat in Leeds city centre, after a few months I was behind with rent and ended up with my landlord telling me I could be "his personal fuck toy" or move out. He had a fat 7/8 inch cock and liked to use me roughly call me names and generally degrade and humiliate me. He would come round at least 3 times a week, some weeks every day but my favourite was one Friday night, he turned up at 2am Watch a friend with him, both were "straight" married guys in there late 40s/early 50s. They stood around me as I stripped off and got onto my knees sucking each cock in turn trying to fit two in my mouth at the same time, I was so turned on feasting on these 2 hard dicks I could've spent all night sucking them, a hard slap to my arse brought me back to reality as I was pushed onto all fours and felt a hand stroking my hole lubing me up with olive oil before burying his full 7 inches deep I to my ass, as I let out a deep moan my mouth was once again filled with hard dick, both of my holes being pounded at the same time had me so horny I shot a load without even touching my dick. And shortly after a felt the cock in my ass throb and errupt with a monster cum shot that flooded my hole dripping down my legs, he had me lick his dick clean while my landlord took his place behind me fucking me deep and hard as he slapped my ass and pushed my head down ordering me to lick the cum off the floor. After a few minutes he yanked me to my feet and rammed his cock down my throat and soon gagged me with one of the biggest loads I've ever taken. This went on for most of the year I lived there. Had s lot of fun in that flat.

This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

Part 2 When I was diagnosed HIV positive I had just taken over my business and I was working really hard to make it a success. The idiot who owned it before me was running it in to the ground and I had to work really hard to get landlords and tenants back on board. I re-named it, re-branded it and set about building up a succesful business. I bought it with money which my grandmother left me. It was a surprisingly large sum of money and totally unexpected - my dad had left us when me and my sister were quite young and we had not seen much of him in the intervenig years. My gran had kept in touch and always sent me and my sister money at Christmas ond on our birithdays but we never expected to inherit so much of her money. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my inheritance and my sister put up some of the money and joined me to take care of the books and the financial side - having a business degree it was right up her street and she was able to work three days a week mostly from home which suited her fine. So everything was working out really well - I loved every minute of setting up the business and had no problem working long hours - I had a vision of how I wanted the business to be and I went for it. When I wasn't working I was sleeping and when I wasn't sleeping I was fucking - mostly random hook ups and visits to some of London's raunchier clubs. Then I was diagnosed HIV positive. I can't pretend it was a huge surprise - I have never liked condoms and rarely used them - but if I'm being honest it was a bit of a shock. They had talked to me very seriously at the hospital about how I would need a medication regime and told me there was an extremely high chance that I would infect other people due to the level of my viral load so it was very important that I refrained from having unprotected sex of any sort and ideally from any sexual contact. As I said before, I don't lie - so I assured them I would take their advice very seriously. I didn't say I would follow it. I thought about following the advice and even bought some condoms. I think I've still got them somewhere. In truth I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Then a few days later I was out at a cinema complex just outside London with some straight friends. We had plenty of time before the film was due to start and were having coffee in the Starbucks in the complex. As much out of habit as anything else I went on Grindr and got messaged almost immediately from a guy that was only a few metres away. I lookd at the profile - 20 years old, slim, blond, bottom - my dick began to harden and I looked around the coffee shop. I saw him almost immediately - he was sitting with a group of other lads at a table nearby. "U up for it?" he messaged and I messaged back "Yeah." A moment or two later he got up and walked towards the toilets, looking casually back over his shoulder at me. I waited a moment and excused myself. Seconds later I entered the toilet - it was very spacious and spotlessly clean. He was in the end cubicle and I wasted no time in joining him. He pulled me towards him and kissed me and then he sat down on the toilet and seconds later my cock was in his mouth. He sucked me really well and it was just what I needed after the week I had had. I let him suck me for a while and I had every intention of letting him suck me until I nutted in his mouth but then he stood up, turned round, pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. He had a lovely slim arse and I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed it against his arsehole. He grunted and bent forward as the head of my cock entered his arse. I was surprised how easly my cock slid up him and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck - his arse was quite tight and I was really horny so I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him harder. I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was and I didn't hold back - I fucked him as hard as I could and it was not long before I felt myself getting ready to cum. For a moment I thought about pulling out but I didn't - I pushed my cock right up him and held it there as I shot what felt like a massive load of cum right up him. He grinned at me as we pulled up our pants and minutes later we had both rejoined our friends - neither of us had said a word and somehow this made the whole encounter even hornier. As it happened, he and his friends were sitting just a couple of rows in front of us and as the lights went down and the film started I could see a greenish glow coming from his seat. I knew of course that he must be looking at his phone, but just for a moment I imagined the glow was coming from the highly toxic load I had just deposited in his arse and my dick got hard again. On the Friday evening I went to the Vault in central London - one of my favourite cruise bars. It was early evening and the place was just starting to get busy with the after work crowd. I was still feeling very horny - and couldn't stop thinking about the young blond lad, bent over the toilet with his pants down and my toxic load shooting into his arse. I cruised round for a while and then stood outside the glory hole cabins. After a while, one of them opened and a guy came out. I went in to the cubicle, sat down on the ledge at the back and looked through the hole. Almost immediately a big cock came through the hole and I got down and started sucking on it. I sucked it for a while and then the guy pulled back and indicated for me to push mine through. My pants were already down and I stood up and pushed my hard cock through the hole and soon I was being sucked. The guy sucked me really well and after a while he pulled off my cock. I waited a moment, expecting his cock to come through the hole but instead he pushed his arse against the hole. I had no idea who was on the other side of the hole, but the hairy arse he had pressed against the hole certainly looked fit enough. I pushed my finger into his hole and found it lubed and it was not long before my cock was up him and I was fucking him through the glory hole. I really enjoyed the fuck but I didn't last as long as I would have liked to and before long I was cumming deep in his arse. I was still feeling horny so I had a drink and then cruised round a bit more watching the action, which was beginning to pick up as the place got busier. I sucked a few cocks and let a couple of guys suck me and then got another drink and then cruised round again. In the room with the barrels I saw one of my friends, Tom, taking it up the arse - somehow its always a turn on for me to see someone I know being fucked - especially if they don't know I'm watching. I moved a bit closer and watched - Tom was being fucked by a stocky skinhead guy and, as I watched, the guy's cock slipped out of Tom' arse and I was surprised to see he wasn't wearing a condom. I was surprised because Tom was one of a group of my friends who were very much committed to safe sex and both Tom and his partner had lectured me more than once about how I should practice safe sex. It turned me on to see him with his pants down, being fucked bareback behind his boyfriend's back, and I watched as the skinhead pushed his cock back up Tom's arse, bent him forward and began to fuck him harder. I watched until the skinhead unloaded in Tom;'s arse and then cruised round again. I didn't see Tom again and I assume he must have left after he had taken the skinhead's load andws now on his way home to his partner. I was horny again myself and soon I was watching a lad being fucked in the recess area beside the glory holes. He looked mid to late 20s and was tall and slim with his brown hair tied back in a pony tail. I found this lad really attractive and was really hoping I might get a chance to fuck him. I got my cock out and started wanking as I watched him being fucked and he bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. I was fully hard again now and he sucked me really well. After a while the guy fucking him pulled out, pulled off his condom and threw it on the ground. The lad turned round and pushed his arse out towards me and, taking hold of my cock, pulled it towards him. I slid up him and began to fuck him. I was fairly sure I could cum again and, as I fucked him, he pushed hs trousers and his white underpants right down and bent forward, leaning against the back wall as I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load up him. I had another drink before I left and, as the guy I had just fucked arrived at the bar at the same time, I bought him one. It seemed the least I could do. As I enjoyed a much needed drink I watched the guys cruising around and wondered which of them had my toxic load up his hairy arse. The business was now starting to take off and I was soon enjoying some horny encounters at work too. Part of our role as lettings agent was to carry out three monthly propety inspections on behalf of the landlords and for the first year or so I was carrying out all the inspections myself. We had an agreement with most of the tenants that we could let ourselves in to carry out the inspection without the need for them to be there and in general this worked really well. It also led to quite a few horny encounters. One day I was visiting a flat we managed in a high end block of luxury flats in west London. We managed a number of flats in this block - they were beautifully fittted out and had a great view out over the Thames and private underground parking. I really enjoyed managing them and, if the truth be told, aspired to own one myself one day. This particular flat had been rented by an Arab guy for his son, who was a medical student. I had shown them round the flat when they came to view it and I had been struck by how alike and how good looking the father and son were. On this morning I let myself quietly into the flat and, as I began my inspection, I heard a noise from the bedroom. Although we always visited by appointment it was not uncommon for tenants to forget we were coming and I assumed this was what had happened. I called out but there was no reply and I looked into the bedroom. The lad was stretched out on the bed, his eyes closed. His pants were at his ankles and he was wanking - his cock was pretty impressive and, as he wanked, he was rubbing his balls and then he lifted his legs a little, and I had a perfect view of his arse crack. I moved back out of sight and called out a bit louder, then looked into the bedroom as if I had only just arrived. He lept up, looking shocked and tried to cover up his cock with the duvet. I apologised for disturbing him and then I noticed him checking me out. I could tell he was really embarressed but I could also see that he was really horny and that he was finding it difficult to take his eyes off the front of my trousers. I decided to go for it and I moved towards him. He relaxed a bit then and grinned at me as I pulled the duvet back. His cock was still rock hard and I took it in my hand and began to wank him. He sighed and closed his eyes as I bent forward and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then I moved down to lick his balls. I sucked him a bit more and then moved down to his balls again. As my tongue went lower, he lifted his legs and I pushed my tongue into his arse hole. I rimmed him for a while as he wanked himself and then I took his cock back into my mouth. As soon as I started sucking him again he groaned and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth. I was really horny now and I motioned to him to get up on his knees. I pulled my trousers and pants down and, as I did so, I reached for the little pack of lube I always carry around with me. He didn't resist as I rubbed some lube into his wet arsehole and nor did he resist when I pushed my cock slowly but surely up him. He gave a little yelp as my cock pushed right up him and I gave him a moment to get used to it and then I began to fuck him. His arse was incredibly tight but he took it really well and I could feel him wanking as I fucked him. It didn't take me long to cum and, as I hadn't cum for a few days I knew I was pumping a big load into him. When I pulled out he rolled over on his back and took hold of his cock, wanking hard and seconds later he shot another load of cum all over himself. After that, he made a point of being in when I called round and couldn't wait to get his pants off and his arse in the air for me. It was only after we had fucked a few times that he told me I had been the first guy to fuck him. Although he was a medical student, he never asked me any questions. One of the other flats we managed in that block was let to a gay couple in their mid 30s who worked in central London. They were both high fliers in the city - one was a lawyer and the other was some kind of high end accountant. They both worked long hours and were rarely in the flat so most of the time I let myself in to carry out the quarterly inspection. This time, however, they had told me that one of them had a few days off work and would be there to let me in. The guy who let me in was an attractive, slightly chubby blond guy called Darren. I had only met Darren once, when he and his partner came to view the flat. I had had more dealings with his partner. Peter, who was a fit, slim ginger lad. I knew Darren was checking me out from the start of the visit. The inspection took hardly any time as the flat was always immaclate, but Darren asked me if I would like a coffee and was clearly hoping I would stay and chat for a while. I liked him and as we chatted he began to tell me how he was tired of working long hours and how he and Peter hardly had any time together. They were making really good money but it was all taking its toll on their relationship, he told me. I could guess where this might be leading and soon Darren was telling me that it had been a while since he and Peter had had sex and how horny he was. We were both hard now and it wasn't long before my pants were down and my cock was in Darren's mouth. We sucked each other for a while and then I turned Darren round and he bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. "Oh God, " he moaned, "that's so good....it's been so long." He continued giving little moans as I licked his arse and then I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his wet hole He groaned and pushed back and the head of my cock went into his arse. He groaned again and then pulled back and stood up. "Do you have a condom?" he asked. I said I didn't have one and told him that I really liked to fuck without a condom. I could see he was really tempted but after a moment's hesitation he shook his head and said he couldn't do it. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then I swallowed his load and he swallowed mine. Before I left I told him I told him I really wanted to fuck him but totally respected his decision and told him to give me a call if he changed his mind. He grinned and said he would. Darren called me the next day and a couple of hours later I was back at the flat. We sucked and rimmed each other for a while and then Darren knelt up on the bed and asked me to fuck him. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked him as I pushed my bare cock up his arse. He nodded and groaned as I pushed right up him and began to fuck him. "Oh fuck.....fuck, yeah...." he moaned as I began to fuck him harder. "Fuck me......fuck me!" he groaned. I began to fuck him harder as he moaned and told me how good it felt and how much he wanted it. I was getting close now and told him I was going to cum. I wondered if he would ask me to pull out but he didn't - he just moaned and shot his load as I began to pump my dirty load up his unprotected, cheating arse. When I had pulled out we lay back on the bed and Darren told me how much he had enjoyed what we had done and asked if we could do it again. He said he felt a bit guilty and said that Peter must never find out. I assured him Peter wouldn't find out. I didn't tell him that Peter had spread his legs for me two days after they had come to view the flat. He had phoned me to ask for a second viewing and when he turned up we wasted no time. I had fucked Peter on his back and cum deep inside him. He had not mentioned condoms. I had been meeting Peter regularly ever since, usually in the early evening at their flat - Peter got home an hour or two before Darren and every now and then he would come home earlier so that he could meet me and I could fuck him. Darren had taken me into the spare room to fuck - but Peter liked to do it in the bed he shared with Darren - sometimes with him kneeling up on the bed and sometimes on his back with his legs in the air. One time we met before Peter left for work while Darren was at the gym - Peter was smartly dressed in his shirt and tie and his smart black trousers and shoes and he sucked my cock for a while and then pulled his pants down and bent over. I slid up his already lubed arse, fucked him and shot my load up him and he pulled up his pants and went off to work. I continued to fuck them both for over a year - with neither of them aware that I was regularly breeding the other. Life was good.

My initial diagnosis was full blown AIDS 750K vl and 68 t-cells.

FUCKER!!! You are making me cheat on Whthole4U and his story line-- read this yesterday ( well, parts 1 and 2- saved the rest for today ) and got so horney that I drove to the porn store in Miami and took loads from anyone I could get a load out of- ended up with 1 guys rubbers fucked into my hole ( with his load in it still) sucked off an old guy who had some really bitter piss and even more bitter cum, was made to slurp on a guys cock to get him off, and then had a pig eat the rubbers out of my hole as 3 guys watched, then he fucked me with his beer can cock. Wasn't enough, so I had to hit the bar with the play patio- took a black guy raw as soon as I got there, sucked a load from a latino, and then hooked up with a Cuban guy with 9 inches uncut and was fed 3 loads of cum from him in less than 40 minutes-- and load 3 was as big as the 1st load. Just read part 3 and it has my hole twitching and craving cock -- may have to start prowling local cruise areas. Just don't tell Whthole4U i cheated on him-- I'd hate to miss a chance for Uncle Jack or Dr Mike to play with my ass