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Chapter 14 A few weeks later Jake wakes up and feels achey with a sore throat. He tries to push through. He eats some breakfast and gets ready to head to the gym but never makes it there. He grows increasingly weak. He lays down on the couch and falls asleep for hours. When he awakes his dad still isn’t around so he texts him. Jake: Hey Dad where are you? I woke up feeling horrible. Can you pick up some food on your way home? Jason: Really? Of course, I’ll get you whatever you need. What are your symptoms? Jake: Fever, body aches, sore throat Jason: Classic symptoms! You must be serocoverting. I’m gonna run to the store quick and I’ll be home shortly. As he waits his dad, Jake remembers back about a year ago when his dad was horribly sick and he helped nurse him back to health. That must have been when Dad converted he thinks to himself. His father returns with food and other provisions to help alleviate his symptoms. Jason greets his son on the couch and embraces him, kissing him on the neck. Jake immediately notices the huge bulge in his dad’s pants. The dickprint framed by a wet spot at the head of his cock. His dad is clearly excited about Jack’s illness. Jake sighs, “Dad I’d love to help you out with that but I can’t even bring myself to get up off the couch to get a glass of water. “Don’t worry son. I’ll take care of everything. I’ve got some soup for you and I’ll make sure you get plenty of fluids.” Jason states. He kisses his son on the forehead and lays him back down. He adjusts himself and goes prepares lunch for his son. Jason and Jake spend the day watching movies on the couch. Jake’s falls in and out of sleep. The idea of his son serocoverting has Jason hornier than ever and his dick simply will not go down. He fights the urge to fill his son as he lays next to him incredibly weak. As he gets his son ready for bed, Jake asks for a glass of milk. Jason seizes this opportunity and jerks his dick until he shoots a massive load in the glass. He then fills the the glass the rest of the way with milk and serves it to his son. Jake gulps it down, licks his lips and rests his head on the pillow. “That’s my boy”, Jason says and kisses his son on the forehead. Seeing Jake guzzle down his toxic cum has Jason rock hard again. As his son sleeps through the night, he sneaks over to Tyler’s house and tells him the good news. The two beefy men take turns fucking each other and swapping loads as they wait in eager anticipation of Jake’s full conversion.

Part 1 (Chem stuff comes in Part 2) Finally. Away at college for a few months and I could breathe. Growing up in a small town, I was eager to go to school in a big city so I could come out, get some more sexual experience (other than trading blowjobs with my best friend under the bleachers of the football field at school) and finally hook up with the older men I’d been fantasizing about for a long time. I’m Adam, and I’m a short, 5’4” tall, furry 18 year old student at a big college in the midwest. I have a nice uncut dick and a big fat hairy ass. I knew I wanted to be somewhere like Chicago when I applied to schools, so I only applied to colleges in big cities. I was horny 24x7 and knew it would be far easier to satisfy my hunger for cock in a large city. The first few months, I figured out how online cruising worked and had a lot of good luck using Sniffies and Scruff. Luckily I had a bike to ride around and my school was near the L so I could get all over the city quickly. I had a couple of regular hookups, including one older guy named Mike who had taken my ass cherry and taught me how to love my greedy butthole. I was in love with Mike’s 6’ tall, beefy, hairy Dad bod and the thick swirls of chest hair on his pecs. He didn’t have a beard but he was one of those guys who shaved every day and still looked like he needed to shave 5 minutes after he was done. Needless to say, his sandpaper chin felt amazing on my boy pussy and he loved leaving loads in my hole. I loved taking those loads, it was even more fun when they leaked out of my cunt and left a tiny wet spot on the seat of the L train when I got up to exit. One Friday morning, Mike texted me and asked me if I’d be interested in meeting a friend of his who was in town on business and looking for a younger guy to hire for an evening. I’d never thought about selling my ass, which I willingly gave away for free, but he was Mike’s friend so I said sure. Mike sent me a pic of another hot early 40s Daddy who I’d be happy to give my hole to, but Mike said he got off on paying boys for sex. Who was I to say no? He also sent me a pic of the guy’s giant uncut dick. I was immediately in love. It was bigger than any cock I’d ever taken before, immensely thick, and I knew I had to have it inside me. His name was Justin and Mike sent me his phone and room number at a hotel in the Loop. He told me to be there at 5. Yes, sir! This fag boy is never late for a good daddy dicking. After I was done with classes for the day, I went home, showered and cleaned out my hole (thank god I had a single room with its own bathroom!) so I would be squeaky clean for the cock I was dreaming of. It was still warm out, so I put on a skimpy pair of nylon shorts a tank top and a cute jockstrap that Mike had given me, which framed my big furry ass really well. I remembered to put the bottle of poppers Mike gave me in a pocket of my backpack and headed out. I’d been instructed not to wear deodorant or cologne and to be on time. I gave myself a lot of time and walked into the lobby of the hotel at 4:50PM, with my heart pounding. I was incredibly horny, as usual, with the added thrill of going to meet a John who was going to pay me for sex. My cock was hard in my jockstrap and my ass was tingling, knowing it was about to receive the hard fucking it so desperately needed. I caught the eye of one of the bellhops who was a cute guy just a little older than me with thick curly hair and a trim beard. He was on his way up with a cart full of suitcases and held the door of the elevator for me. It was just the two of us and he said “You’re lucky to be wearing so little, this uniform is hot and sweaty when it’s this warm out.” I laughed and agreed and he took the opportunity to start at my ass. It’s a nice big ass if I do say so myself, and he just smiled and said “I get off at 10.” I smiled and said “I’ll just bet you do.” We quickly exchanged phone numbers and then the elevator stopped on Justin’s floor. I reached over and kissed the bellman, and he grabbed my ass cheek, slipping his hand inside the waistband of my jockstrap. “FUCK, kid, that’s a nice ass. Hope I get to sample it.” I pulled away from him, smiled and said “you will. Don’t worry. Always room for one more.” No one I went to high school would’ve guessed that shy little Adam would’ve gone away to college and in three months be shaking his booty at hotel staff on his way to turn a trick for money. The bellman licked his lips and said “I sure hope so.” Then the elevator door closed and he was gone. I quickly found the room, adjusted my dick and ass in my jock and knocked on the door.

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

On average a couple of times a year. I am trying to get more regulars so I can control that better. As a total bottom you are a human waste can for men to put their tainted seed into. It’s unavoidable. I have been hiv positive since I was 19. I got my second sti the same year. And every year since. Sometimes three times a year. Unfortunately I can’t prevent them. Just take care of them and move on.

Just now. Guy of Sniffies hit me up saying he has a load for me, so who am I to say no? Claimed to be Chubby, 8", 220, black ... more like fat, 280 6" (but stll black). Oh well, I was face down, ass up like a good cum dump should be when he came in, but he moved me around until I was ass up on the couch.. Where he proceeded to really fuck me. He pounded me for a while then he made me beg for his cum, so I did and was promptly rewarded with his load in my ass. I sent him a text on Sniffies to say thank you, and he said he needed some more of 'that ass' so I told him it was where he left it. About 15 minutes later he texts 'OMW, Be on the couch'. OK... so I wait around and when he drives up I assume my position on the couch... He starts fucking and pumps in load #2. Takes a 5 minute break, then pumps in load #3 I can feel the cum running out of me... Takes another 5 minute break and starts fucking me when my phone rings... he told me to answer it while he was fucking my ass... luckily it was a cold call so no idea who was who on either side... then he gives me load #4. He asks for a glass of water, then sets up his phone for a facetime chat, and as soon as the other end answers he mounts up and starts a conversation about what a cum dump I am and how much he enjoys fucking my fat white ass, and then hos friend is telling him to fuck me harder and give me another load... so them I got load #5. Honestly, nothing like this has ever happened to me, so I am happy that I was able to give him that much enjoyment, all the while getting my ass plowed, which felt sooo good. He took a shower then headed out after which I sat no the couch and marveled in the fuck I just received while the cum oozed out of my well used pussy.

Squirt or Scruff Did I come upon him on Squirt of Scruff? He’s a scruffy kind of guy. The kind of ‘bad boy’ I’ve always felt an undeniable attraction to. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the fear they instil in me. Maybe it’s that they are so opposite to the passive shy image I have of myself. I don’t know. All I do know is that they are like a magnet with this incredible force drawing me to them. Unlike me they smoke, and drink, they curse and have a devilish twinkle in their eyes. They are likely wearing a work boot, tight ripped jeans, a wife beater t-shirt, or a denim button down with at least four buttons open exposing at hairy chest. Better still the shirt is totally unbuttoned, or even better still again they are not wearing a shirt at all. I’m ready to cum in my pants if he’s wearing no shirt and a chest harness. Everything about him says ‘bad boy’. But back to this particular hookup, my first with a guy actually. I can’t explain why I clicked on the pictureless profile. But with 20/20 vision of hindsight, I’m so glad I did. This first man on man sex would set me on a path of wild, carefree sex beyond my wildest imaginings. So, you have probably guessed. I was in a straight marriage, in fact to a very nice woman. We had a good life together and two very nice kids. Everything about our lives was nice and pedestrian. I had a pedestrian job as an accountant, we took pedestrian vacations. I drove a pedestrian mini van. I tried to tell myself everything was ok, but deep inside I sensed I was craving more. More what? I had no idea. Just more. This inner ache came out at beer time after our ball games. There were two scruffy guys on the team. Jake was blond and I just wanted to run my fingers through the dusting of soft sand coloured hair that lightly covered his chest. Yes, he always had at least 4 buttons undone and the most delicious looking dark nipples peaking out. Frank was tall, big framed, heavy set, even paunchy and hairy. Very hairy! He always wore t-shirts that he had cut down to a deep v neck and removed any sleaves cutting the entire side deep, almost to his waist. A forest of thick dark hair covered the back of his hands, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, even his back. Maybe he was more gorilla than man. Jake was beautifully muscled and boasted about his daily gym workouts. He assured us this was the best place to meet and hookup with fit available women. Frank was married to a woman and loved to boast of his many sexual conquests. Cheating turned him on upping his ‘bad boy’ cache in my secret desires. I knew I was supposed to be disgusted by their shenanigans, but in truth I was jealous. Secretly jealous and deeply confused. Why was I so attracted to these scruffy men as a heterosexual monogamous man? I hadn’t even heard of hook-up apps until I heard these two sex fiends talk about how great they are for lining up casual sex with strangers. When I checked out Squirt I saw it was mostly men looking for men. The videos really got me hard. Now I was really confused and began checking out gay pron. That’s where I saw an add for scruff. I soon added it to my phone, how could I not with my secret attraction to scruffy men. So back to the pictureless profile I just happened to open on one of those two apps. 34 year old partnered gay man. Words that stood out in his profile; otter, smoker, whisky hound, NSA, top, hung and thick, cheater, raw, bb, water sports, wild never mild, into older and straight. I sent my first ever chat; “Hi” His response; “Hi fucker, nice hairy chest.” That’s the only picture I had posted, faceless of course.. Me, “Thanks” Him, “Welcome. Not much in your profile, what cha lookin for?” Me, “I’m new to this. What would you like to show me?” Him, “How new? You a virgin or something?” Me; “Virgin to man on man.” Him; “Fuckin A, so you’re ready for me to fuck your virgin hole.” (it definitely was not a question) Me; “Um … not sure? Probably not, maybe just a blow job?” He didn’t respond. I waited a full two minutes that felt like twenty and added; “Fuck it … maybe more?” Him; “Meet me at Brown’s woods in a half hour.” Me; “My wife and kids are away; I suppose I could.” Him; “Park at the second line parking lot.” As I drove to the woods I thought ‘I must be crazy. I have no idea what I’m getting into with this ‘bad boy’. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like other than he’s an otter. And it’s dark, fuck me. Damn, that’s what he wants to do to me.’ But did I turn around and go home with my tail between my legs? Not on your life! I had the biggest hardon ever. There were seven cars in the unlit lot. I parked and jumped out before I lost my nerve. A lighter flashed and I could see a man leaning against a tree by a trail. I cautiously moved toward him. As I got closer, I could see one hand nursing the cigarette the other hand rubbing the bulge at his crotch. When I got close enough his crotch hand reached up and pulled in my head to his face. He planted a deep long smoky breath on my mouth which instinctively opened in my surprise. His tongue claimed me, and I could feel myself becoming putty in his hands. All I could think was, ‘I know I’ll give him whatever he wants.’ By now his free hand was working its way down the back of my shorts and a finger was checking my hole. When he ended the kiss, he proceeded to take my hand and pull me twenty feet or so into the woods. When we stopped he complained; ”Well what are you waiting for, it won’t suck itself.” “Um… Um… Umm …” “What is it boy, cat got your fuckin tongue!” “Um … I … I thought maybe you’d … blow me?” I stammered. “Well, you thunk wrong buddy! You’ll need to get my monster as hard and wet as you can.” He was already opening and dropping his ratty jeans. His semi hard nine inch man meat fell out as he pushed me down to my knees. “Um ,,, awe … I’ve …. I’ve never done this.” “Yeah, we’ve already established that, just open your God damn mouth, shut the fuck up and put this beauty in … no teeth now, you hear me?” His uncut cock smelled of piss and sweat, his skin reeked of cigarette smoke. I was instantly intoxicated and sucked his magnum in like a lolly pop. “See, you’re a natural.” He proceeded to face fuck me pushing more deeply into my throat with each stroke. He just kept going deeper when I gagged. Just when I thought I would black out he released my head. As I struggled to regain my breath, he pulled me up, turned me around and bent me against a tree. Next thing I knew my shorts were at my knees. He spat on my ass and his tongue pushing his spit in my hole. I gasped; “Holy fuck!” His raspy voice responded; “That’s exactly what I’m going to do … fuck your virgin ass, turn you into the slut you know you are.” And with those words he plunged into me balls deep. Needless to say I screamed. The pain was unbelievable, I still don’t know why I didn’t pass out. “Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot to start with these.” He laughed as he placed a little open bottle under my nose. “Inhale deep fucker!” When I didn’t, he pulled out and plunged in again. I gasped and inhaled a huge amount of the strange fumes. My body got very warm, my brain swam, and my ass loosened up. The pain had disappeared and I was loving the feeling of a baseball bat probing my hole. Every time he would pull back I would long for the full feeling again. Deeper, deeper was the unspoken chant in my head. That’s when I noticed a mouth on my cock. My screams must have attracted guys from the other cars. One guy was giving me a blow job better than anything my cock had ever experienced. Three more guys were standing around masturbating their various sized hard ons. One stepped forward and reached between my legs, “Yup, this cum sluts taking it raw!” This brought grunts of approval from the crowd. My fucker said. “Yup. And I just claimed his virgin cherry. What do you guys want me to do to this faggot?!” “Breed his virgin ass!” They chimed in. “NO, don’t” I cried All this time the mouth had been working my cock into a frenzy and I could no longer hold back my churning balls. I was having the most awesome climax and he just gulped down blast after blast of my cum. My ass contractions brought the ‘bad boy’ over the edge and I felt this strangers load painting my intestines. ‘What the fuck did I just allow!’ screamed in my mind. Bad boy pulled out and was immediately replaced by a smaller cock. This guy lasted about three strokes before filling me with his cum. He too was quickly replaced and this guy fuck toyed my no longer virgin ass for about ten minutes. He plunged in deep, leaned in hard and whispered in my ear. “You ready for my load slut?” “No, please don’t” I whimpered. “Too late, I already gave you your third anonymous load tonight. My buddies is next.” “No, please no”, but I made no attempt to move as buddies ten inch pole drilled into me. Once he bottomed out the assault on my prostate was relentless. I was soon having a hands-free orgasm and only then realized the sucker had not moved. The first blast hit him in the face, the next three were down his throat. After another five minutes this top also leaned into my ear, “I’m close bud. Where do you want my load?” “On my back, please, pull out!” “Fuck you ass hole! You took the other three … argh …. Fuucckkkk … breedin your hole slut!” I couldn’t feel the shots but knew from his body convulsions that he was true to his word. As he pulled out and stepped away the sucker rose in front of me and lifted me, so we were face to face. I heard his soft voice; “Sweet cum, thanks. I haven’t cum yet. Do you want mine in your mouth or your ass?” “Fuck man, may as well make it five for five.” I couldn’t believe how bold my voice sounded. He had a long pencil thin cock that worked my vulnerable hole the longest of any of the guys. Everyone else had left before he bred my hairy sloppy hole. He collapsed on my back breathing heavy for the longest time. “So were you really a virgin when you arrived here tonight?” “Um, to man on man sex …. Yeah.” “So who was that guy that stole your cherry?” “I don’t know. I just met him on Squirt or Scruff, Um, I really don’t remember which … but earlier tonight.” “Your first man on man sex and you seriously let five strangers fuck and breed you in the woods in the dark. Are you fuckin crazy?” “Yeah … I think I must be.” “So, do you think you’ll ever do this again?” “Fuck yeah man, asap.” “Well, I sure hope I’m there to suck down your loads as they pump you full of stranger jizz.” “So do I. Thanks bud.” When I got back to the parking lot most of the cars had left. Bad boy was leaning against my driver door smoking. The moon had popped out from behind a cloud and I got my first look at him. He was tall, slim and black, wearing the ‘bad boy’ stile including shirtless and chest harness. I leaned in to receive his smokey kiss. “Give me your phone faggot slut.” Was I crazy? I didn’t even hesitate. He added his name “Dill’ to my contacts and typed in his number. “Call that in three days.” Again, he kissed me and a finger found and pushed in my sloppy hole. The finger was removed from my ass and forced into my mouth. “Suck fagot!” I had never tasted anything like it before and I instantly loved the flavour. To be continued … stay tuned to see if bad boys Jake and Frank might not be quite so straight as their stories.

I'm a 30 yr old guy who is good looking and has a great career. I've recenly started reguarly visiting the BB clubs in Barcelona where I live and I can't get enough of it. Every week about 10-20 men fuck my hole and I easily end up with a dozen loads in my ass. A couple Saturdays ago I got about 12 loads in OpenMind and then when I left I went to a private party where I got 6 more... When I finally got home I realized I had so much cum in my ass that it had been dripping all the way to my feet. Now all I can think about is getting that load number up as I'm only sexually satisifed when my hole is flooded in random men's cum. Is it possible to do this without risking your health? I'm on prep and do doxypep too but wondering if that is enough so I can embrace my internal slut and offer my hole to as many men as possible. Any advice is appreciated!

the uselessness of online searches! i type "verbal toxic top pozzes neg bugchasing faggot" and get a dozen results: first video uses condoms second video has a woman in it third video the top pulled out and cums on the floor fourth video the two guys never say a word it's like "did i stutter? where's my verbal toxic pozzing of a fag?"

If there are no rules or no moderation then there is no Breeding Zone. Plain and simple. It would become the "wild Wild West" where people will be subject to despicable treatment and have little or no recourse. Moderators are here for a reason. To help, and to draw the line when those of us cross them. Persoanlly, i feel safe here. I am on another Forum regarding sports, and I made the mistake to letting one Forum member know I was gay. To this day, I get an occasional slur thrown at me (i.e "what does he know about football, he's just looking at the player's ass") or worse, "So you think you are going to get Monkeypox?". These remarks just came at me randomly. Eventually they were taken down, and the worst of the worst have been banned permanently. But if I didn't seek out one or two openminded moderators, those guys would still be slinging those kinds of comments at me. The two comments I quoted were mild in comparison to some of the things said to me, so let's just allow BZ moderators and the owner do their jobs and not gripe about it. I believe in free speech, I don't believe in harassing fellow Forum members or posting false or misleading information. Be thankful we have a place to go, because the political climate today seems to be heading in the direction that appears to want to silence us all. That would be a sad thing...

Love to spend time with that!

Most STDs are treatable. There's not much out there you can't bounce back from. Just focus on taking as many loads possible!

Yes, when the Top is into having his cock cleaned, any ass he wants to fuck i'll clean up after. it is part of who i am sexually. Rather this risk than say bondage. For Me. Tried to give it up, but the mind trip is a powerful thing.

Or, instead of shooting from the hip with best guesses and anecdotal supposition, we could actually consult a medical authority, like the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, whose fact sheet on Human papillomavirus (HPV) is readily available to anyone with internet access, which - oh, look - you’re using right now! [think before following links] https://www.cdc.gov/std/hpv/stdfact-hpv.htm HPV is the most common STI in the United States. Most cases - around 90% - do resolve on their own within two years without health problems. It’s the other 10% that get ugly. Note that there isn’t a single HPV virus - there are more than 150 in the family. The HPV vaccine provides immunity for 9 of them, the ones most likely to cause problems. Just because you get one of the HPV viruses and your immune system clears it, it doesn’t mean you get any immunity to the others, nor will you necessarily gain long-term immunity to that one. Studies show that some do and some don’t. The main recommendation for avoiding all types of HPV: ”Use a condom the right way, every time.” So much for that.

I consider active choking too dangerous, but a firm hand wrapped around the trachea is a satisfying threat and gesture of ownership that perfectly matches the natural violence of rectal copulation. In a perfect world, I would love to squeeze a bitch hard and finish in him whether he's conscious or not. Passed-out cunt is beautiful.

Balls deep breeding please 😈😈

In principle, that's a fine idea. In practice, the Backroom is as close to that as our fearless host @rawTOP is willing to go. Because. A lot of people out there and on here are NOT grownass adults. A lot of other people out there (and hopefully not on here, but as a matter of cold hard reality, nothing is stopping them from signing up) are actively out to get us. Obscenity laws and FOSTA/SESTA and new obscenity laws in various jurisdictions (thanks a bundle, Moms For Liberty) are a very real thing. Litigation is expensive. I'm sure I could come up with other reasons, but you get the point. @rawTOP has actually spelled all of this out in detail here (and in topics referenced therein): As for anyone being "demonized" or "abused" by the moderators - the idea that a system in which there are rules that are enforced, with a way of bookkeeping and assigning penalties that is not arbitrary (there are actually standard penalties for all of these categories) - is tantamount to abuse or demonization is childish at best. Try to think of a 6-point penalty as the BZ equivalent of a speeding ticket. Because that's what it is. That said, we really do try (admittedly harder on some days than on others) to apply them all fairly and to give people the benefit of the doubt if something is minor, or clearly an overstepping in the heat of the moment, or a newbie mistake, or any number of other mitigating factors. More than once, I have done exactly as @AlwaysOpen suggests above and reached out to an author to iron things out before simply handing out penalties.

Several posters above have recommended taking an Imodium tablet. You should be aware if what this does. The colon is like a conveyor belt, moving waste matter from one end to the other. For most of its transit through your colon, your waste is in a liquid form. It is the function of the colon to absorb the water so that the waste can firm up as a solid at the far end of the process for ease of elimination. You don’t walk around with solid stools running through the extent of your large intestine. The bowel moves the liquid waste forward by means of a series of involuntary contractions of the chamber-like sections of the colon. This reaction is called peristalsis. Peristalsis is a good thing; without it, you could not poop. It also makes cleanout much, much easier when done properly. Ideally, your cleanout regimen should trigger your peristalsis response, which will get the conveyer moving and get you emptied out. Imodium’s method of action is that it stops peristalsis. It brings the conveyor to a halt. It does not, however, prevent the upstream elements if the digestive system from continuing to deposit new waste into the colon. You can’t take the Imodium and then eat as normal and act as if you magically no longer need to defecate. Stuff’s going to build up, and will still move down the pipe, just in a less orderly fashion. Plus, if you’ve taken the Imodium, and then try to clean out, you’ve just made your job vastly more complicated because all those chambers that would have contracted to help you get the stuff out have now become un-contracting traps holding it in. If you’ve thoroughly cleaned out, and you haven’t eaten anything that could enter the colon after your cleanout, there’s nothing for the conveyor belt to move in the first place, so if you’ve planned your cleanout and your diet to correspond with your playtime, there’s no point in taking the Imodium at all. Imodium is an antidiarrheal medication. Don’t take it unless you need it.

Chapter 13 The next several weeks Jake continued to take several loads daily however he still had not converted and his father continued to grew impatient. One Friday evening in the hot summer, Jake was returning home after getting loaded up by his teammates. He was excited to share with his dad what he’d ‘earned’ that day but his father had other plans for the evening. As he arrived home his dad was waiting for him in the driveway. “Get in the car son.” Jason said directly. “Sure Dad, where are we going?” Jake asked. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Jason replied with a dirty grin. Jake did as they he was told and the two headed towards their destination. After driving in silence for a few minutes Jason asks, “Do you have something for me?” “Yes sir” Jake replies and pulls down his athletic shorts down, exposing his jock hole and showing his father his jock hole. Oozing out of of it was hot fresh cum. “That’s my good boy!” Jake’s father exclaims “Tell me how fucked you”. Jake goes on to relay his sexual adventures with his muscle clad teammates from earlier that afternoon. As he does this his dad inserts two fingers into his cummy hole. This action gets both men rock hard. Preparing them both for the night ahead. 30 minutes later they arrive in a desolate area of the city surrounded by old warehouses that Jake has never been to. The neighborhood is complete quiet. “Where are we Dad?” Jake asks quizzically as his father parks and they both get out of the car. Jake pulls up his shorts as his father grabs a duffel bag from the back seat. “Around the corner here is a gay bathhouse my buddy runs. I thought I’d show you around.” His father replies with grin. Both men proceed ahead turning a corner down a quiet dark alley as they make their way to the entrance. The entrance is non-discript. It's only identifying feature is a dim red lightbulb above the door. As they enter the bathhouse, the front desk attendant waves both men in and they make their way to the locker room. Once they enter the locker room, the energy completely changes. There are 20-30 men in the locker room. There is a large mix of people of different ages, races and sizes in various states of undress. Techno music plays in the background. As Jake enters all the men seem to stare at him. He is a little unnerved by this but Jake's father tells him to get undressed. As he does, Jake’s father pulls out the old cum stained jockstrap out from his duffel bag that Tyler gave him. “I want you to wear this tonight. Bring this with you to the showers and put it on after we clean up” Jason says as he undresses. Jake agrees and both naked men make their way to the gang showers where they find several more men. One young man on his knees giving an older bearded man a blow job, others jerking off. Along one wall of the shower area is a line of urinals. There, a tall Latin man drains his dick with a hot stream of piss. As Jake and his dad shower, Jason meets him with a kiss and looks him in the eye and whispers , “I’m gonna test your limits tonight son, just do everything I tell you and you’ll be just fine”. Jakes nervously nods in agreement. After Jake finishes shower he puts on the dirty jockstrap as he’d been instructed by to do. As he does he notices the shower area becoming more crowded many men filtering in from the adjacent steam room many of them fully erect. Jason guides Jake over to the urinal area and reaches into his duffle bag and grabs out a large length of chain. He quickly wraps one end around Jake’s neck and latches it with a heavy padlock and then attaches the other end to the urinal and secures it with a lock. Jake looks at his dad in disbelief but before his is able to utter any protest Jason begin is address the large crowd that has formed around them. “As many of you know, my son here has been chasing for a while now but has failed to convert” The crowd jeers “I want that all to change tonight. my son will take any load offered. No load refused. Although priority access goes to our toxic friends with high viral loads, who would like to start him off? “How about the Brazilian, he’s just converted and is hung like horse.” A man from the crowd suggests. “Let him through!” Jason exclaims. The crowd parts, making way for the tall Brazilian. As he approaches Jake the first thing he notices is his unbelievably large dick, still soft and hanging halfway down his thigh. Jake gasps along with the crowd around him. He looks at his dad like a puppy wondering what do next. “Bend over son”, Jason says with a big devilish grin. Jake does has he’s told. As he does, Jason spreads his sons ass cheeks open lets the cum from earlier in the day ooze out. The sight of this arousing the well endowed man. The Brazilian begins fingering Jake’s hole as he jerks his dick getting him harder and harder. The Brazilian now fully erect and measuring 13” long aligns his dick with Jake's ass and starts pushing in. Jake begins screaming but his screams are completely ignored as everyone in the crowd is fixated on the Brazilian ripping open the teenage jocks muscle hole. Jason breaks out of the trance briefly and puts his hand over his son’s mouth to muffle the screams and then he pulls out a bottle of poppers from his bag and tells his son to inhale. “You’re gonna have to take this to the base son and he’s only half way in”, Jason states. Jake’s eyes well up with tears but carries on inhaling the chemical in both nostrils. As the beer can thick cock inches it way inside him, Jake feels like he is gonna be fucked in half as he feels his anal cavity rip and tear. The monster cock seems to have reached the bottom of Jake’s hole, as he is not able push in any further. “A few more deep inhales for me boy” Jake’s dad encourages. Jakes complies and as the Brazilian experiments with a couple different angles, the enormous cock break through Jake’s second hole and slides all the way in. As the Brazilian plants himself balls deep, he coos in pleasure and the crowd cheers. Jake gets light headed and is barely able to comprehend what’s happening but the reality of the situation come clears when he looks down at his abs and is able to see the evidence of the Brazilian man’s massive dick punching his abdominal walls from the inside out as he fucks him balls deep. “Fuuucckk”, Jake gasps under his breath. Completely in awe of the dick that is fucking him so deep, Jake dick becomes completely erect as his hole is stretched to new limits. The massive dick finds sensitive points inside him he didn’t know he had. Jake’s large dicks sticks out of the side of the his jockstrap but is unable to give it any attention as braces himself with the urinal as he is brutally fucked by the muscular man. The pain and pleasure of this moment is unreal and the sensation causes Jakes eyes to roll in the back of his head. His balls and dick ache to be touched and he moans like a whore. The pressure builds in his balls as the monster dick pounds his anal walls. He works hard to contain his load buts feeling of the massive snake like dick fucking him send him over the edge his cock begins to drool cum. “Oh fuck! I’m Cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” Jakes screams in disbelief as he shoots his load hands free. The crowd goes wild. “Yeah show us what a faggot you are!” “Look at the cunt cum!” “Like a bitch in heat” All can be heard from crowd Jake’s dad grabs his son rigid cock and begins milking him like a cow. Jake’s cum forming a huge puddle on the tile floor below. The grasp of his dad’s hand provides the relief he’s longed for as he continues to shoot jets of cum. “Ohh thank you daddy! Thank you daddy! Jake repeats again and again. Jake’s orgasm causes him to clamp down on the monster inside him and the Brazilian grows closer and to his own ecstasy. He long dicks Jake forcing him to feel the whole thing sliding completely in and out. As the Brazilian slams his dick into Jake’s wrecked hole his heavy balls slap against Jake’s muscle ass. The crowd begins chanting “Poz the fag!”. As they do the Brazilian starts fucking Jake at a furious pace. He screams something in Portuguese and spits in Jake’s muscular back. His breath grows short and his balls tense. Within seconds he begins flooding Jake’s hole with highly toxic cum. Jake can feels the massive dick cumming inside him. The venomous cum stings as it enters his enters his destroyed anal Walls. Each slam of the Brazilian cock sends shutters down his spin. “Clean him off” Jason instructs and Jake pulls out the python like dick out of his ass and kneels down begins sucking the last reminisce of cum from the muscular Brazilian’s dick, savoring every drop. “Now clean up your cum off the floor” Jake’s father demands. Jake does as he’s told and lick up the cum from his hands free orgasm. Many of the men, so turned on by what has just occurred, begin gathering around Jake in a circle as he licks the cum off the floor and begin shoot their loads all over his body. With the feeling of the hot cum all over his body, Jake instinctively sits up and opens his mouth wide allowing him to take multiple loads down his throat. The bukkake session continues for some time until his body is completely covered in come. “Now it’s time for daddy to fuck that high viral Load cum deeper inside you and make sure it take” Jason interrupts. “Yes Daddy!” Jake says eagerly assuming the position. “That’s daddy’s greedy little slut!” Jason exclaims before spreading his son’s cheeks wide to admire his destroyed hole and then slamming his hairy dick balls deep in one thrust. “Daddy’s wanted you poz for a long time now and tonight it’s gonna take”, Jason grits through his teeth. “Yes daddy! I want that poz cum inside my jock cunt so bad!”, Jake coos. “No loads refused tonight, right faggot?!” Jason asks. “No Daddy”, Jake confirms. “I’m not gonna last in this cum sloppy hole”, Jake’s dad warns. “Give me that poz cum, please Daddy!”, Jake begs. “Alright, you asks for it, fag!” Jason states as his balls tenses up and the blasts cum deep inside his son’s cummy hole. “TAKE! MY! TOXIC! CUM! YOU! STUPID! FUCKIN’! CUNT!” Jason screams as he slam his cum into his jock son. Every muscle in his body tenses, his body glistening. As Jason comes down off his intense orgasm his son slowly pushes off his dad’s dick turns around and licks it clean. Immediately there is another man inside Jake fucking him. He turns to see an older man in his 50s with a scorpion tattoo on his right pectoral muscle . Behind him a lines has formed for Jake’s cum filled muscle hole. Jake returns to servicing his father’s dick. His father rubs his Jake’s head in approval as he watches his son take load after load up his hole and he gets rock hard all over again. Hours pass. Men come and go. There are a few men he knows that file through to fuck him like Tyler, the coach and his vice principle but most are strangers. His father encourages him along the way. Telling him how proud they are of him. Jake body begin to reach its limit. His hole destroyed and muscles weak, his legs begin to give out. “Dad, I don’t think I can take anymore”, Jake say as tears well up in his eyes. “You gotta keep going son!” Jason states unwilling to give him reprieve. “I’ll try”, Jake say wearily. Jake takes a few more loads but when a tall muscular black man slams into his hole showing no mercy, Jake completely collapses and is unable to get up. The man continues to fuck him until he cums, Jake’s face pasted to the tile floor. A few men follow after, fucking Jake’s limp body. Tears falling from his face onto the floor. Jake’s father watches as men use his some like a fuck toy. Finally Jake’s father say, “time for us to go home boy, let’s clean this boy up”. With that Jake father begins pissing on his son’s face. Jake winces a little at the new sensation but is unable to offer any other reaction. The ten or so men left on the bathhouse form a circle around Jake and begin showering him with hot piss. As they finish then me file out until just Jake and his dad left. Jake’s father unchains his son and cleans him off. As he sit him up leaning him against the wall, he tells his son how proud he is of him. Jake offers a faint smile in return. Jason dresses his son and carries him to the car in his muscular arms. When they arrive home Jake is placed in the bed and Jason wraps him in his arms. Jason‘s perma - hard dick soaks in his son wet cunt as they both fall fast asleep.

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

Back in the Craiglist days I was craving a blow job and found a guy who offered one but his add said he was into WS. I had never done WS before but decided to hit him up. We agreed to meet later that day after I had had time to drink lots of water to the point I was needing to pee quite often. I must of drank a few gallons that morning. I arrived at his place a few hours later and he had black plastic set up in the middle of his floor. There was a video camera on a short tripod aimed right at us and he said as I stand there it would only be from around mid chest down. He also had a bookcase full of tapes all of which I suspect were of him drinking piss. I stood there and he got in his knees and started to suck my cock. As he did he said it doesn't matter if I cum first or piss first that he wanted it all so just enjoy it. I was rock hard and really had to pee but not having done this before I just couldn't let it flow. A bit later as he was deep throating me I just couldn't hold back anymore and let it flow. It was an incredible amount of piss and he drank some of it and then backed away and held onto my cock and showered in it. After I was done he moved back in and sucked me until I shot my load and swallowed it.

Check out every man's bulge -- I know it sounds simple, but look at their dick, look away and look again -- then if you feel brave look into their eyes, then look away like your shy -- I've had a number of men in restaurants, at the gym, the beach and such follow me into the WC for a quick session. [If someone makes an issue of it, just say you were deep in thought and apologize]

Which is why I say THE most important thing anyone on here can do, if they are going to be sexually active and not use condoms - is to have a Dr that you trust that you can be totally honest with- so that they know what to look for and what tests to run when you go in for an appointment and so that they know their stuff (like the difference between the multiple kinds of warts) and what they should be screening for based on previous history. (yes I know I have already said that on this chain- but I think it is worth repeating)

Useless google search. Or worse indexing. Like "orgy" for videos of only one bottom getting fucked and nothing else happens, the exact opposite of orgy

So it’s been a while since my London escapades, and I’ve feeling frisky. Trouble is I’ve had no chance to get away from work or home. That changed about 2 hours ago. All of my afternoon meetings suddenly got cancelled, so I messaged my friend near the main station here in Zürich if they had time. Bingo, they’re free, but only for a couple of hours. More than enough time to get a nice load. I had a really fast clean out and high tailed it to my friends house, remembering to grab a fresh bottle of poppers on the way. He opened the door naked, sporting a nice erection (about 8.5 inches). As soon as the door was closed he bent me over to start sucking his cock. It’s long and very thick, and I’m having issues getting far down on it. Still, I must have done the trick as he’s even harder now, so into the bedroom we go. He gets onto his back, and after I hurriedly disrobe I crawled between his legs and stared gobbling as much as I can. The pre-cum has started, so I looked him in the eyes and pushed my tongue into the base of his cock, and ran up the full length of it, pushing out a load of the clear goodness which I licked off the top. That pushed him into fuck mode and he got up and made me get on all fours. He started eating my hole like a man possessed, also pushing his fingers inside me. I was moaning as I took a small hit of poppers and just rode the wave of pleasure. 10, 15 minutes later (I have no idea how long it actually was) he straightened up, and gently started using his fat dick to toy with my hole. Then I felt the drip of cold lube and I braced myself for the discomfort of him ramming himself home. Surprisingly, he actually went in quite slowly and gently, letting me get used to his size. As he was slowly pumping in and out, he asked me if I’d been craving his dick and a good fuck (he can be quite brutal). I told him that it was more than a craving, I needed it. He instructed me to take two big hits of poppers on each nostril, and as soon as I put the cap back on, he started pounding me hard. This wasn’t tender, gentle fucking, this was raw lust. The wave of poppers hit me at the same time and I just put my head down, moaning like a bitch. After what seemed like an eternity, he flipped me over onto my back, lifted my legs up and rammed himself home. He’s beginning to drop sweat on to me from the exertion, and although limp from the poppers, my cock is also leaving pre-cum onto the both of us. 15 minutes later, I’m back on my knees and he’s still pounding like a man possessed. Then I feel the pounding getting harder and his breathing getting shallow. Suddenly with a roar he erupts deep inside me, before collapsing on top of me, his cock still inside. We both catch our breath. My arse is buzzing with pleasure. I said to him “I needed that” and he just said “here’s something else you need”. I knew what was coming, and I hoped I could hold it all, but before I could say anything I started to feel his hot piss pouring into me. Honestly, this is how I wish getting cum in me felt. The warmth spreading inside of me was awesome. Thankfully his bladder wasn’t too full, but I had an issue convincing my battered sphincter to hold it all in. This is the second time this guy has done this to me, and it’s just magical. He pulled out and I spun around to clean his cock off (and managed to keep his piss inside). Then I had a quick shower and now I’m on my way to meet a (straight) friend for a drink. I think afterwards I’ll message my friend when I’m on the way home 🙂. Maybe round 2 will be a thing…..

This is a great discussion, i'm glad it got reawakened. A few thoughts before i have to go to work. i do not relate to the notion that a Top gets pleasure and a bottom gives pleasure. i've read myriad profiles of guys who self describe as loving to "please," and invariably that's another way of saying they are bottom. i derive pleasure in so many ways when a Man fucks me or i suck Him,, both physical and psychological. my best sex as a bottom has been with Men Who are conscious of Their position, power and ability to please/give pleasure as well as receive it. To me, the best sex involves connection of mutual desire and need from opposite sides. It's symbiotic. i do understand the objection about "ownership." i use the term often enough, but i think it can have different meaning to different guys. Partly i think the challenge with the term is it's repurposed. We all grow up in and live in culture that has been heteronormative, so we end up using that vocabulary and heteronormative terms to try and describe who and how we are. i think "ownership" is one of those terms. It is for me. in a sense, it's mutual too, when two people give their self to each other. The difference for me is as a bottom i am a receptacle of sorts and perceive myself as having a 'place' inside of me that is made for a Top to occupy, fill, "own." It's complex. gotta go to work.

Ive beeb bb only for 6yrs now. In my life ive picked up 2 stds 21 years ago an old gf that was a slut gave me syphillis . And now recently i pickec up anal warts(hpv). The price i pay to be a slut. Being treated but im honest with my partners

I love your Mancunt and good enough to eat

Thanks for all the kind supportive comments guys. I hope to be able to post in a week or so... things have just been super stressful at work.

I think that most bottoms sense a bit of calling to "service" in themselves. That service-oriented mindset can find expression in all kinds of ways (social, community, etc), and for we barebackers the outlet for that calling extends to one of their most fundamental instincts - to service Cock. That is essentially a completely valid expression of their make-up, their innate sense of need to serve the greater good. Bottoms (and especially cumdumps) are basically service-providers, in the highest definition of "service". Those deep sighs of pleasure we hear are expressions of fulfilling their purpose, and satisfaction in completing the cycle of bonding we're all drawn to. However fleeting, that moment of completion is of tremendous value for bottoms. Not just the physical/sexual pleasure of taking loads, but the emotional fulfillment that comes right along with the Sperm pumped up their guts. I don't think they'd do it if there weren't a sense of following their truth as well as the sexual thrill.

I'm very aware that there is a huge difference in my "erotic mood" between how I feel before and after I cum. And I know this is not only me, but it is also true to the majority of guys. I remember cruising for sex late at night in a popular park, full of horny guys and only once they unloaded they would become aware of how late it was "Oh, shit, it's 3:30am and I have a 7am appointment!". The mood changes, for everyone. I remember only two multiple cummers, a black guy with a nice uncut cock, who every time he bred my hole he would stay inside and in a couple of minutes he was hard again, and ended up giving me another load. The other guy was at a park, I swallowed his load and I expected him to just leave. But he stayed and fed me another load. In the 70's I had a good friend who was gay and a bit older than me. In those days the "identity" of top or bottom didn't exist and instead there guys who liked getting fucked, and my friend was one of them. I was then young and naive but he told me all about saunas and sex clubs, and about how much he enjoyed getting fucked. I was curious because I couldn't imagine that sticking a cock in my ass would be better than an orgasm. My friend told me that early in his sexual life he realized that he enjoyed being horny so much that at the saunas he would only get fucked and try never to cum. Before that I couldn't understand what was the fun of being a bottom, but then I realized that apart from the excitement of being horny for long periods of time, I could also feel an excitement that I would call an "emotional orgasm" every time a guy would come inside. When I go to the sauna every time I get bred, while the guy makes sexy noises as he unloads inside, it feels to me so powerful that I call it an "emotional orgasm". But unlike a physical orgasm, I now feel hornier and want more.

Chapter 12 After school Jake makes his way home. As he drives home he thinks of how proud his dad will be of him having collected so many loads throughout the day. He arrives home, thinking his father is not there. He prepares to present himself to him. As he enters the living room his father is seated calmly in a chair. “Hello son, I’ve been waiting for you”, Jason says. “Dad! I didn’t expect you to be home so early.” Jake states somewhat startled. “I know”, he says with a half smile and then instructs Jake to follow him as he heads to the bedroom. Jake follows his father. When they arrive at his father bedroom, Jake is surprise to see others there. On the bed is an unknown young man with an athletes build naked except for a blindfold over his eyes and a jockstrap. He is laying on his back. On the floor are military fatigues, leading Jake to believe he’s from the near by military base. Tyler is also there tying the strangers wrists to bedposts. Jake’s dick begins to stir as his dad comes up behind him and whispers in his ear, “Tyler found this soldier on Grindr. He’s seems like a hungry little slut. We are going to have you fuck him. You have to learn to spread your seed once you covert”. Jake’s mind grows excited and curious. He’s only bottomed up until this point but has been curious about topping and goes wild at the thought of spreading his toxic seed once he converts. His father begins kissing his neck from behind as he undressed his son. They make their way slowly to the bed. At the edge of the bed Tyler kneels down, pulls down Jake's pants and releases Jake’s budging dick from his jockstrap and begins sucking it, getting it nice and wet. His father tweaks his sons erect nipples. Jake is in ecstasy. Within minutes Jake’s large dick is rock hard. Tyler pulls off Jake’s dick and turns his attention to the soldier on the bed, kissing and licking him all over his muscular chest and abs. The solider moans and his skins becomes covers in goose bumps. “Eat out his hole!” Jason instructs Jake. Jake pulls the strangers legs backs apart exposing the young man’s hairy hole. Jake bends down and inhales the musky smell of sweat and cum. Jake doesn’t believe that the stranger has been fucked by his father or Tyler yet so is excited to find the strangers cummy hole and licks the man’s crack, Lightly at first but then spreading it wide open, letting the cum leak out and then digging in and feasting on the strangers hairy man ass. Intoxicated, Jake’s cock grows harder and harder. His large member aches as if all the blood has concentrated itself on his dick. His cock now oozing a constant flow of precum Unable to control himself he gets up, lines his dick up with the young stranger’s hairy hole and pushes in. “Fuuuuccckkkk!” Jake yells out at he feels the ecstasy of his first man cunt wrapping around his massive dick. Jakes muscles tense up as he enters accentuating his athletic frame. “That’s my boy!” “Yeah! Fuck his hole!” Tyler and Jason both cheer him on. “Mmmmmmm”, the slutty solider moans accepting Jake’s cock in his well used hole Jake fucks him deeper and deeper until his bottoms out in the soldiers hole. He then starts fucking him with long deeps strokes, savoring the sight of his huge cock flowing in and out of the strangers cummy hole. Tyler positions his head by Jake’s dick as he’s fucking and says, “let me taste the that cummy solider hole on that dick stud.” Jake then pulls out and goes back and forth letting Tyler suck his cock and then fucking the stranger. Jake’s father helps build up his son’s massive load by tweaking his nipples As Jake’s balls fill to capacity, he focuses on the soldier muscle ass and begins fucking him faster and faster. Realizing Jake can only last so much longer Tyler and Jake begin encouraging him. “Time to breed his hole son!” “Seed that man cunt!” Jake sweating profusely, can hold back no longer, “FUUUUUCCCKKK! I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!” Every muscles in his body tenses as he begins to flood the young strangers hole with his seed. The soldier winces in pain and pleasure as Jake slams ropes of cum in his hole over and over again. In disbelief Jake pulls out his steel hard cock to find that his cock is still shooting cum after 15 solid seconds. He slams is back in, nearly knocking the wind out of the solider and shouts, “I’M STILL CUMMING! FUCK! I’M STILL FUCKING CUMMING IN THIS SLUT’S HOLE!”. Jake completely drains his balls and collapses on the still blindfolded soldier. Sweat dripping from his body and breathing like his has just completed a marathon. Tyler and Jason stoke their cocks so turned on by what they have just witnessed. Jake takes a second to come down off his orgasm. He looks down at the base of his dick buried ball deep. The stranger’s hole is completely flooded, cum oozing out everywhere. He slowly pulls out his still hard cock and cum continues to drip from his dick and the soldier’s hole. He relaxes on the bed a minute and continues to catch his breath. “That’s my boy!” Jason exclaims grabbing his son’s shoulder tightly and maneuvering himself between the soldiers legs. “Now it’s time for things to get REAL!” Jason states with is tone becoming more serious, “You’ve had my son’s dick now it time you get daddy’s dick”. With that Jason jabs three fingers in the soldiers hole gently scratching at his insides with his fingernails causing the solider to wince. “Fuck son, you got his cunt nice and sloppy for me didn’t you? I’m not gonna last long …” Jason pauses and insert the full length of his monster cock inside the wet hole and then continues “…. Before i shoot my POZ load!” “Wait! What!” Are the first words uttered by the stranger and he begins to struggle. “Hold his fag down and shut him up!”, he instructs Tyler as he slams his dick ball deep into his wretched hole. Tyler does as he’s told but The soldier continues to struggle. “Put up a fight” Jason begins “only makes me harder you cunt!”. With that Jason spits On the soldiers face. Jason’s dick grows harder and harder as continues to fuck the strangers at a furious pace. The idea of fucking in his son’s cum sends him in into a frenzy. He grabs the soldier by the neck and brutally pounds his hole. Jake’s dad holds on as long as he can but before long his balls start churning. “I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot my toxic seed in your cunt whore!” Jason yells before pounding his poz seed in the strangers guts. The soldiers muscles tense as he is choked and flooded with cum. As Jason releases his grip the solider gasps for air. Jason pulls out and gestures for Tyler to get inside the soldier’s sloppy hole. Tyler quickly inserts himself. As he does that he goes down and kisses the soldier on the mouth and begin to take off the blindfold. The muscular soldier sees for the first time the hairy muscle god fucking him deep and sees the hot father and son pair that have just fucked him, their cocks still glistening with cum. So turned on by the sight of these gorgeous men fucking him he wraps his legs tight around Tyler. “You ready for your second poz load?” Tyler asks. The soldier nods with a dirty grin. The soldier’s cock inflates in his jock as he’s fucked. Since he’s still tied up, Jake decides to help him out and slip the soldiers cock out the side of the jock, spits on his hand and starts stoking him. His dick already slick with pre cum , the soldier is completely erect in no time, exhibiting his 8 inch cock in all its glory. He moans like a whore as he’s fucked and stoked, his balls working up a massive load. The soldier quivers and uncontrollably utters, “ fuck! I’m gonna shoot with your poz cock deep inside me ” “Fuck yeah! Show me what a faggot you are!” Tyler exclaims as he pounds it home. With that the soldier begins shooting jets of cum all over his face and body. This sends Tyler over the edge and unleashes his venom in deep the strangers bowels. After Tyler and the soldier come down off their orgasm, they untie the soldier and they collapse on the bed make outing with each other still dazed from the hot fuck session.

Yes, this service is one of the baseline expectations we must impose on faggots, like raw sex itself. I will re-penetrate a boy orally, perhaps multiple times, in the normal course of copulation.

On an ocean-front beach. The warm sun penetrating my skin while my ass is slowly penetrated and waves crashing nearby.

I took a deep breath and looked Maria in the eyes. "I need to tell you something," I said, my voice shaking slightly. She looked at me with concern, sensing that something serious was coming. "What is it?" she asked, taking my hand in hers. "I went to the doctor, and...I'm HIV positive," I said, bracing myself for her reaction. I watched as Maria's eyes widened with fear and shock. She stumbled backward, hitting the wall behind her. "What...what do you mean, Jack?" she whispered, her voice quivering. "I mean that I'm HIV positive," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. Maria's face turned pale, and tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Oh God, no. This can't be happening," she whispered. "I'm so sorry, Maria. I didn't know. I would never have put you at risk if I had known," I said, taking a step towards her. But Maria stepped back, her hands trembling. "You've ruined my life, Jack. You've given me a death sentence," she said, her voice rising. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything I can to help you," I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. But Maria shook her head. "No, there's nothing you can do. This is all your fault. God is punishing me for being with a man like you," she said, before turning and running out of the room. I stood there, feeling helpless and devastated. I couldn't just stand there, though. I had to do something. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, but she didn't answer. I tried again and again, but still nothing. Days turned into weeks, and I didn't hear from Maria. I started to worry that she had contracted HIV from me and was too afraid to face me again. The guilt gnawed at me, and I couldn't sleep or eat properly. Finally, one day, Maria showed up at my door. But the woman who stood before me was not the same person I had fallen in love with. She looked gaunt and pale, her hair tangled and her eyes sunken. Maria, what happened to you?" I asked, my heart racing with worry. She looked at me with a mix of anger and sadness. "Do you even care?" she spat out. "You ruined my life, Jack. You gave me a death sentence." "I know, and I'm so sorry. But we can get through this together," I said, reaching out to touch her arm. She recoiled from my touch. "Don't touch me. I don't want your pity," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, let me help you," I pleaded. Maria looked at me with a cold expression. "Help me? How? You can't undo what you've done. You can't take away the pain, the fear, the shame. You can't give me my life back," she said. "Please, Maria, let me make it right. I'll do anything," I said, desperation creeping into my voice. Maria's eyes flickered with a dangerous light. "Anything?" she repeated. I nodded, not knowing what else to say. A twisted smile appeared on Maria's face. "Good. Because I have a proposition for you," she said. She stormed into the flat. I closed the door and followed her. "Anything you want." "I ... know now, that this is gods plan for me." I stared at her. "What?" "The infection, the virus ... it is a punishment for my sins, but also ... a way of redemption. God choose me to punish other people and I need your help." "I don't understand." "I read up on the infection rates ... the risk is low if people just fuck me. The risk is higher, if hey get penetrated and are filled with cum. Thats why I need you, to make sure to spread the punishment to the sinners!" I looked at her. She was crazy! "You know thats illegal!", I said. She laughed. "I don't care. You will help me." "No." "Oh, you will, or I call the police and say that you raped me. They will believe me. I'm the poor pastors daughter, who got the killer virus from a 42 year old fat guy, who dragged me into his apartment and took my innocence away!" I was speechless. She was total crazy.

I hate censorship. I hate members who break a leg, running to the moderators, like a young child who can't wait to "tell mommy." But, the biggest problem is that anyone who is accused of breaking the rules never gets his "Day-In-Court," no chance to defend himself, no explanation of how he was in violation of the rules. He is simply convicted and thrown out. Sadly, every web site operates the same way.

Add me to the few guys who's fantasy is a locker room. I have always wanted to be the team's full time cheer slut to take care of their every need and horny desire. I wanted to be the team's "secret weapon" which was that they always have an empty ball sack and no distraction from their sport. My fantasy also involved the guys on the team making sure that their efforts totally filled me all the way up and that their cum was running out of me and down my legs.

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/some-good-fucking2/ look at that top’s hairy ass! Nice and juicy 🤤 and this is how you eat ass— so fucking hot [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/a-wonderful-and-relaxing-rimming-session/

I LOVE LOVE LOVE finding a bottom that's fucked his own dad. Last time I found one, he was this fucking cute as fuck furry little 28 yo. He came twice while were fucking, telling me about how his dad still fucked him. You just fucking know when they are telling the truth.

Sucking a cock that was in my or another's ass is my number one kink or whatever it is. I've seen every video, straight or gay, that I can and I've done it almost every time I've been bred but I don't get fucked nearly enough. I always feel like it's wasted when a top doesn't put his cock in my mouth for a tongue bath after fucking me.

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

Whimpering screaming bottoms. You're a man, take it like a man! Tops pulling out to cum.

No one should be ashamed to want to bottom.

-Tuesday night Katie's Perspective I went to my room after finishing my dinner. The boys were on the couch watching a movie about gay guys and Stephen seemed in a bad mood, making jabs at the movie not doing the community justice etc. I didn't notice anything that was bad, other than the guy's weren't that hot to me. They were too feminine, lacking some muscle it would take to take me, like my boss Mark. My Boyfriend Trevor is hot, and can take me when I need it. But Mark takes me when he needs it, Mark could probably take Trevor, that's how assertive and dominant he is. The thought sent shivers down my spine, I text Trevor that I was going to bed and went and got ready for bed. That's the one down side of living here, not having my own bathroom in my room. The good thing about Mark is that he keeps it mostly about work, we really are busy, and he never messages me outside of work inappropriately. He takes me when he needs to let a load off (or in), and never speaks of it. The next time I see him it's all business, I can't help but get dripping wet though. I feel a little bad for Trevor, but there's no emotion involved, it's straight to sex, Mark uses me for a release and it's clear there won't be more. The front door to the apartment opened and shut, and 3 sets of feet made their way to the boy's bedroom. They're going to have a threesome tonight I guess, pretty standard for these boys. I wouldn't mind watching, but I don't want to make it awkward, I can't imagine it being normal for a girl to sit in on gay guys having sex. Oh well, that's what porn is for. There was some pretty heated conversation happening next door, I couldn't make out what they were saying but from what I noticed during dinner was Stephen wasn't happy and it was probably him. It happened rather quick but someone was getting spanked. I immediately pictured it was me, over Marks knee in his office. I lost count at 20, who ever Stephen was spanking was taking it well. I didn't hear a peep. I brought my laptop out and shared the screen onto my TV, and typed in the usual, 'gay porn for women' and bust out my vibrator. Just in time, because who ever was in the boys room was getting railed just like the guy on my screen. It wasn't long before I came to the thought I had earlier, Mark not only taking me, but being manly enough to take Trevor too. The lucky guy next-door was louder now, I could not only hear the bed, but they were getting vocal. I made out the words, faggot, slut, cum dump, Thomas, and... Girlfriend?" What? I got on my knees and pressed my ear against the wall. Who ever was getting fucked has a girlfriend, 'FUCK!' I thought, I broke my vibrator out and masturbated again, ear to the wall, listening to Stephen and Cory fuck this guy who has a girlfriend. There were some muffled grunts, Stephen called the guy's cock and balls useless, his ass made for cock. Trevor has a great ass, I never thought I'd be into guy's asses before. Thats probably why I can picture Mark taking him, it'd be a sight to see. Who ever is in the next room, loves their girlfriend, but says they also love cock, and is now begging for their cum. There was a thud against the wall, the moaning and grunting was right on the other side of the wall from me, the thought of this guy getting fucked against the wall drove me over the edge and I came, not quietly either. They probably didn't hear it with how hard they were fucking this guy. Who ever it is can really take cock, I hope he comes back for more, it was a hot night for everyone involved.

It was a long day after the bathroom adventure with Johnny. He text me throughout the day letting me know how many guys have been saying yes to his invitation to my first gangbang tonight. It was a mixture of worry and horniness as I pictured being the center of attention. I didn't get anymore work done and I went home. I picked up an enema kit on the way home and about an hour before he said to be at his place I cleaned out. Johhny sent me the address and asked if 9 was ok. "Sure, why not an even 10" "You greedy slut." he sent back. I know I'll get 10 now. But honestly what's 1 more. I'm sure I'll be just as worn out with 8 guys. I grabbed a little bag to put my phone and such in and left to Johnny's. When I arrived the walk up to his door from my car felt long and the nerves kicked in again. 'What did I get myself into' I thought to myself. 'Just take it for what it is, a new experience and I'm apparently already on the calendar for 16 guys at a time.' There was a blindfold and a mask on the door handle, I check my phone for the last time before going in. "Strip naked and put on the mask and blindfold before knocking. I did as I was told, It was dark and there was no direct view from the street to the front door. I text Katie for the last time 'I'm really tired I might pass out'. I knocked, and the door opened, although there wasn't any talking, I could feel the eyes on me, Someone grabbed my hand and walked me into the house, I had no idea where I was headed, the bedroom? sex dungeon? Heck I wouldn't put it past Johnny to use his backyard. Music started to play, club mixes of recent hits. I lightly ran into a surface, it felt like a padded chair. I was helped to climb on, my knees were on cushions, my stomach rested on another, my elbows reached yet another surface, I've seen these fuck benches in the kinky porn. I started to get hard, my cock hung down off the edge of the surface my body rested on. "Alright ladies... This could be your last chance to fuck a "straight" boy before he either turns gay or becomes POZ so there is only 1 rule. All first loads go in his ass. Otherwise, lets see what we can get him to do." The murmuring started, it was impossible to tell how many guys actually showed up while blindfolded but just based on the sound, I'd say he got that 10th guy. The first guy put his dick in my mouth, it was a decent sized cock, I'd have no trouble taking it in my ass. The second guy applied lube to my asshole and he made sure he spread it inside with a finger, and then two. When he took his finger out I rotated my hips under me, sticking my ass up in the air, cocks feel so much better than fingers. There was cat calling and "woo's" as I stuck my ass out and the music was turned up a bit. Before the second guy stuck his cock in, the cock left my mouth and in front of my nose was a bottle of poppers. I took a hit and I felt my ass relax, and of course my head started to spin and throb. I'm used to 1 hit, but who ever in charge must know I'd need more for 10 guys. 3 lung full hits of poppers and I was more or less gone, The 1st cock started fucking me and the party was started, before the first cock finished in my ass I had 4 different ones in my mouth. The first cock must have been the host, Johnny. It was a good thickness and he took his time, although I was crazy horny my cock was long and soft, I could feel it swinging with each thrust. I don't know what order the guys are going in but I started playing games with myself in the high poppered up state I was in. Like a cock Sommelier doing a blind fuck test I tried to guess which cock from my mouth was the one in my ass each time. I wasn't sure if they were already starting to come back for more, the cocks started to meld together into one long fucking. A few things were clear, I had a lot of cum inside me, cock number 7 was my favorite, and my ass was starting to feel empty when they switched spots. Damn cocks feel good. Poppers were given to me a few more times, and then a cloth was placed in my mask, it smelled like poppers, it wasn't long before it was too much and I must have passed out. When I came to I was in a bed, on my stomach, and a guy was fucking me from behind, He came loudly in my ass, and left me. I slowly rolled over and there were cheers. Johnny got in my ear. "Can you handle more slut? or do you want to tap out." I took a second to answer. I didn't feel sore, thanks to the poppers most likely, I was groggy and tired, also thanks to the poppers. "how many more guys are there?" "Baby you've taken them all 2 and some of them 3 times." My cock stirred. "I'm thirsty, are they all still here?" "Yes, all 10. "I'm thirsty." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, my asshole felt loose and relaxed even while walking, you don't notice it being tight and closed up it is all day until you walk with it gaping and loose. My foot hit a tub. "Climb in for a drink" I got in the tub and the mask was taken off my face, almost immediately piss started splashing around my mouth and chest, i could feel 3 streams, I tried to drink as much as I could. I really was thirsty after all. I drank as much as I could and then let it cover me, my hair, my body, the blindfold. some of it was strong, but I was happy for what I could get. They turned on the water, it was cold as fuck and rinsed me off. Then they took me back to the bed. a few more guys took turns on my now starting to get sore asshole. They brought my legs up and really drove into me, and a few spit in my mouth. It quieted down, Johnny removed my blindfold and laid next to me on the bed. "You're a hit, best bottom most of these guys ever had. You can really handle a lot, are you sure you're straight." "Yes, even though my ass is kind of missing being filled right now, I still think I'm straight." I said. "Fucking a- what?! after that?" "Yeah I'm not sore, poppers are great for that." "Goddamn, maybe 16 will be just fine." "Fuck" I was both turned on by it and nervous, I got up and went and grabbed my phone. There was a message from Katie, 'You must have passed out'. and a message from Cory, 'You fucked up, Stephen's pissed' 'What why?' I replied. 'You know fucking why, there was a hot spot on the map of snapchat of your dirty fucking ass' 'Fuck' I thought. "Hey um, were there videos taken?" I asked Johnny. "Oh yeah, we got practically the whole night." "Fuuuck" I sighed. Cory text me again. 'You better get here tomorrow night or I'm also going to be pissed. He's going to take it out on me tonight!' 'What about Katie' I said. 'We'll sneak you in after she's asleep.' Johnny nudged my shoulder. and before I knew he was rolling me over and rubbing his hard cock against my ass as I laid prone. He fucked me deep and slow, it felt good to be full again. He didn't last too long, and when he came he rolled over on his side, me, the little spoon with his cock in my ass."

It's not unusual to crave that sequence at all. This being more about your desire to get your top hard by sucking on him so that he can fuck you a second and possibly even a third time, if you're lucky. I think of ass to mouth as a required part of all my sessions. Even if you're not trying to get your top hard to fuck you again, it's important to clean him off after he's fucked you like the good cum hungry fag bottom you are. You get those last drops of precious cum this way too. I've gotten several tops hard while giving them ATM even if they didn't think they had it in them to fuck again. As soon as they're hard, they mount me again to dump that load. Otherwise, they're going to leave hard, horny, and with a load that could've been yours. Don't want that to happen. 😉

My favorites are Scott Demarco and Andy Star.

Sleeping in a bed with two other guys takes some getting used to. There's always someone shifting around, making skin-to-skin contact with someone else’s body part. I can totally get used to this. A short nap was a perfect way to recharge after an amazing fuck session. Brad opened his eyes, looked over at me and give me a smile. "Hey sexy!" he whispered softly. Justin then draped his arm over me and said to Brad, "You talkin' to me?" I said, "No, he's talking to the sexy one, which is me!" And that’s what started the pillow fight. Like a bunch of six-year olds, the wrestling and pillow punches commenced. And in case you're wondering, I defended myself well, considering I had a buttplug up my ass holding in a couple loads of poz cum. Now that's talent! I think Brad was the first one pushed off the bed, the he recovered his lost yardage and pushed Justin and then me off. After we returned the bedroom to some semblance of order, I said, "Let's get cleaned up. We stink." Luckily for us, the shower we have is a good size, and perfect for three guys. Once the water temperature was set, we got in and took turns rinsing off before soaping up. I looked at the guys and said, "I gotta take out the butt plug. Who wants to do the honors?" Justin said, "We'll both do it." They had me back away from the showerhead and had me lean over to give them more access to my butt. They both started feeling my ass cheeks, massaging my glutes then circling around to my asslips holding in the buttplug. These guys were in no hurry to get to the task at hand, and I was totally OK with the affection being shown my hole. But all good things come to an end. I felt them slowly ease out the buttplug, which I appreciated. My hole was wrecked from the recent fucking, so the extra care was perfect. It was finally eased out and I felt cum oozing out of my hole and onto the shower floor, with a little blood. Justin said, "Go ahead, push it out." Brad put his fingers around my hole while I pushed out. "Yeah," Brad said, "Push your hole out." Justin said, "Now that's a sexy rosebud! A little small, but we can grow it bigger." Brad replied, "I think that's an excellent goal for the three of us." They then had me stand up and put me in the middle of their man sandwich. Brad took the soap and started lathering up the front of my body. He then handed it to Justin so he could soap my back. Brad paid special attention to my cock and balls, and Justin reached around and massaged my pecs. My job was to try to avoid melting into a puddle. Their hands were all over my body, and I couldn't wait to return the favor. I said, "I gotta piss." I relaxed and started my flow. Brad directed the flow over his front, and then knelt in front of me to let my stream flow to soak him down. Before I was done, he wrapped his lips around my cock head and drank down a gulp. What a fucking erotic feeling, pissing while having your boyfriend drink your piss. He then stood up and faced Justin. Justin knew exactly what this was about. Justin reached up and tugged at the back of Brad's head and deeply kissed him. They finished with a hug, and then took a second to enjoy the moment. Brad said, "I want you guys to take my piss." Justin and I took our place on our hands and knees and shared Brad's piss. He directed the flow onto our faces and then directed it into both of our mouths, giving each of us a turn and sucking the piss out of his cock. Lastly, it was Justin's turn to feed us his piss. Brad and I took turns to enjoy his bladder full of piss. Feeling his pierced cock in my mouth was different this time. I've been focused in the past on trying to get his load of cum. This time, feeling his pierced ring on my tongue, waiting for his piss flow felt different. In a really good way. This wasn't the typical cheesy porn video scene. This was three guys affectionately sharing piss, just as they shared cum ... enjoying the erotic males energy and erasing the taboo nature of sharing our fluids. Justin took the center next, and I got to soap his front. I ran my hands up and down his muscled abs and his pecs. His hard work at the gym has paid off nicely. I gave his pierced nipples some love as well. They look really sexy on him, and gives him a certain "bad boy" aura. He reached over to my chest and while slightly tweaking my nips said, "You know you need to get these pierced, don't you?" I hadn't really thought about it before. "Yeah," I replied, "that would be hot. What do you think, Brad?" Justin smiled, "I can tell you what he thinks. I said that and I felt his cock get hard." Brad started laughing and said, "Yeah, busted." I looked at Justin and said, "I think the three of us should match. Brad needs to be pierced too." *boing* Well, at that point we did match. We are all standing with rock hard cocks at that thought. Brad smiled and said, "Sounds like the tribe has spoken!" Doing our best to stay on focus, we switched up and put Brad in the center for his scrub down. I took his back, and enjoyed the feeling of his muscled back, butt and legs. I will admit to sliding a finger up his hole while I was back there, but to be honest, each of us did that to each other. We've broken the need for permission, and accepted the shared responsibility to give ourselves to each other in every way. Mustering up every ounce of adult fortitude our our bodies (it could have been a six-hour experience), we got out of the shower and toweled off. "If we're going to get pierced, next we'll have to figure our our tattoo design." I said. Brad smiled at that idea, as did Justin. Justin asked, “What kinda tattoo do you want?" I said, "Something that celebrates our relationship." Brad asked with a grin, "What, a biohazard tattoo?" Justin smiled, "Over my dead body. He has to earn it first." Brad agreed and said, "We can get ours and if he's lucky he'll earn his." Brad said, "I know a really talented tattoo guy in Chicago who is hot as fuck. He's poz and has a biohazard tattoo design that totally rocks. His is above his cock, and after he pozzed his boyfriend, he put a biohazard tat on his boyfriend's hip." We put on shorts and went into the living room. Justin said, "The idea of getting a biohazard is pretty hot. The three of us with matching designs ... if we could agree on a design..." Brad nodded his head and said, "I like where this is going." "Actually," I said, "Let's hold that thought. I wanted to talk with you guys about me converting. What do you think about me going on PEP?" Justin moved next to me and said, "I thought you wanted to convert. What's going through your head?" I said, "My company is being purchased and potential health insurance drama is making me think getting pozzed right now might not be the right time, from a financial point of view. And PEP isn't guaranteed. The loads I've taken might be really strong. If it's meant to be, together we can work through my conversion." Brad moved closer and said, "Rik has a good point. I'm undetectable now and you will probably be soon. We can continue loving him and breeding him. I think that's what we all want." Nodding my head in agreement, I said, "Oh god yes. And here's my agreement I'm willing to make, if the PEP works and I go on PrEP, we can later on talk about the three of us going off our meds together at the same time. If the PEP doesn't work and I convert, we can talk about whether to take meds or not." Realizing I just put the offer of my seroconversion back on the table for a later time, Justin said looking at Brad, "He has a point there. Right now, if he converts it's probably my virus that pozzes him. It's not you. I like the idea of giving each of us a fighting chance to be his gifter." He didn't even need to say what he just said, as the three of us were all showing boners through our shorts. I had a wet spot and Justin's cock was starting to worm out of his shorts. Brad added with a smile, "Yeah, give my poz swimmer's a chance to do the deed along with yours. I'm cool with that." I reached over to both of them and give them a kiss. "I love you guys so much. Thanks for being open to this." Brad said with a wink, "Absolutely, stud. And don't be a bad boy, because if you are, Justin or I might play "Hide the PEP!" Justin got a big grin and said, "I like the way you think!" I replied, "Fucking perverts!" and give Brad a push ... And once again, the fight was on. Wrestling on the living room floor like a bunch of hyenas, bear hugs, nipple tweaks and crotch grabbing between the three of us ... laughing the whole time. What a bunch of goofballs. At that point we were all starved, and I needed to get hold of Shawn to get my PEP script. We called for something to be delivered, and then I texted Shawn. Me: Shawn - got a sec? Rik Shawn: Hey stud! What's up? Me: Any chance we can meet up with your script pad? Shawn: Was wondering what you guys would do. Shawn: Yeah, I can stop over in about an hour. Me: Thanks! Really appreciate it. I told the guys Shawn would be over later, and we each took a break to check e-mail, read some web stuff and clean up the place a little bit. It wasn't long after we finished the take-out that Shawn was at the door. He was dressed in shorts and a tank top looking like a million bucks. Such a hot, sexy man who wears the effects of his HIV infection well. Sure he works out his body, but the best part is how his veins pop. So fucking hot. I had never seen his legs before, and all I wanted to do was lick them all the way up and down. Since was the first time I've seen him in shorts, it's the first I've seen of his tattoo. Just a little bit was poking out under his shorts. Hard to tell the design, it looked a little tribal, with red/black ink. "Hey there! Come on in." I said. Shawn took a couple steps inside and asked jokingly, "Don't you guys own a shirt? You're never dressed when I come over." I said, "Because we're always fucking!" Justin walked over to give him a hug and replied, "Rik has a point. Why get dressed when we're just going to get naked and fuck." Shawn laughed and said, "You're still a slut, huh?" Justin replied, "You taught me well." Brad interrupted and extended his hand to shake Shawn's. Shawn pushed his hand out of the way and gave him a hug. He said, "I think we can dispense with the formalities at this point." Each of us took a seat in the living room. Shawn asked, "So I guess you guys decided to put Rik on PEP huh?" Brad said, "Yeah, we think that makes sense right now." Justin said, "If we all change our minds together, we can stop the PEP." Shawn looked at each of us and said, "Like I said before, I'm happy to help out whichever way the decision went. Good for you guys for making the tough call." Shawn looked over to me, smiled and said, "If the decision went the other way, I would have asked you more but in this instance I'm comfortable moving ahead with the decision you guys made without much more discussion. I'm sure you know a little about PEP, right?" I replied, "I don't know much other than I take it for 28 days." Shawn said, "Pretty much. I'll write the script for three meds. You'll take them for the 28 days, and then you can come in to see how it did. Simple stuff." He pulled his pad out of the back pocket of his shorts and started writing. I replied, "Sounds easy." He said, "I'm not going to lie to you. Quite honestly, it's fucking nasty. A lot of guys get gastro distress. It is was it is." He then stood up and handed the script to me and said, "If you need anything, be sure to let me know. I care about you. Always have." After a couple seconds of us gazing at each other, he said with a wink, "And once you go on PrEP you still want me to breed your hole, all you guys have to do is ask." I reached over and gave him a hug and a kiss. I said, "Fuck, that would be amazing. I'd love to feel you inside me." Shawn pulled back and said, "I was really hoping you were going to text me to shoot some of my toxic cum to poz you up. If you ever get the itch, once you're on PrEP, I'd love to fuck your hole." I looked down at the bulge in his shorts and the expanding wet spot. My shorts were just as stretched as his. I looked over to Brad and his hand was already in his shorts, playing with his cock. Justin said, "This is smokin' hot. I think you should take his load." Brad agreed saying, "I think so too. But it's up to you." Shawn said, "I have six pills ... two PEP doses with me. I was going to give you them anyway. Rik, say the word and I'll walk out the door - no harm, no foul." With all the hard cocks that were oozing poz precum, there was no fucking way I was going to turn down Shawn's offer. I said, "Yeah, I want your load. We'll roll the dice with the PEP. Let's go in the bedroom." Brad said, "Justin and I will give you guys some space." Shawn looked over and said, "I'd rather you guys be there, if you don't mind. This is about the three of you, not just Rik's infection." Brad said, "Let's get it done." In the bedroom, Shawn pulled off his tank top and took off his shorts. On his hot ripped body, he had a biohazard tattoo circling his navel and a scorpion on his pec. The scorpion's stinger was designed to pinch his nipple shaft. So fucking hot. His 8" uncut cock was hugging his navel, and there was a slick trail of poz precum. I wasn't prepared for how veiny he is. I pulled my shorts off, and saw the other two were naked as well, standing off to the side. With my finger I traced some of the veins on his arms, then down to the ones on his thighs and legs. I got on my knees and I had to lick his veins, they were so sexy. I couldn't help it. "Your body is so hot. Not all poz guys are as veiny. How did you get your veins like this?" Shawn explained, "Back in the day, the only AIDS medication was AZT. It wasn't worth shit, but it caused wasting. And that made the veins of poz guys stick out. It's no longer prescribed, but I got hold of a supply and I take it to honor the sick wasted guys back then." His precum was dripping off his cock as I was paying homage to his sexy veiny body. I moved from licking his biohazard tattoo to take his toxic dripping cock into my mouth. Precum is pretty awesome stuff, but knowing how virulent this breeder is made it so much hotter. "I'm not here to get a blowjob. Lie down on the bed, Rik". Shawn said. I took my place on one side of the bed, in case the other two wanted to fuck alongside of us. Shawn crawled on top of me and gave me soft, tender kisses on my lips and neck. I was in heaven, feeling his body on top of mine. After a little while of his affection, he used his muscled veiny thighs to move my legs apart. He hiked my legs to his shoulders and I felt his slippery cock against my hole. Shawn didn't push in right away. He rubbed his cock up and down my asslips, spreading his charged precum along his entry point. It was one of the most erotic feelings I've ever experienced. His precum was flowing out of his cock. With my fingers, I traced his biohazard tattoo and whispered, "I want one of these." He said softly while looking in my eyes, "Believe me. The first step towards poz acceptance is being able to say the words and marking yourself. Create your brand and don't run away from it." While he's talking to me, I feel his infected precum being spread on my parting asslips. He looked in my eyes and said, "You good with this? Let me know now." I said, "I want your virus in me." Shawn looked over to Brad and Justin. "You guys good with me infecting your boyfriend?" They both nodded to grant our consent. Shawn then proceeded to apply a little pressure to my hole, his charged precum having easily lubed up my ass for him. I relaxed my hole and felt his cock slowly slide inside me. My cock was hard as a rock, erect flat against my pubes, drooling like crazy. Once I felt his pubes against my hole, he started a slow, sensual fucking. I've never wanted poz cum so much before. While still fucking me slowly, he moved down to kiss me softly. . He moved his lips next to my ear and said softly, "I love that you want my disease. Know that I have infected many men, and that many toxic men have shared their infection with me. You know that, right?" I looked deep into his eyes and nodded yes. All the while his cock is gently stroking in and out of my ass ring. Opening my hole to accept his loving but toxic fuck. He continued, "You know now that my cock is inside you and I'm not pulling out until I spill my toxic seed, right?" I nodded yes. Shawn whispered, "I didn't hear you. Tell me." I said quietly, "Fuck me Shawn, give me your AIDS!" Shawn looked over to Justin and Brad who were watching intently while stroking their cocks. He gave them a nod. Without saying a thing, they both understood what was going on. I put my hands on Shawn's wasted ass to pull him closer into me. Shawn's chest and then face started to become flush with blood. I could feel his ass muscles, his abs and then his chest tighten up. He brought his lips next to my ear and started to pick up the pace of his fuck strokes. "I'm getting close, stud. I feel my load building up in my balls ... oh fuck Rik ..." He drew a big breath in and then forcefully exhaled. His eyes closed and he gasped, "Take my infection! Fuck... I'm pozzing you right now!" . There wasn't one of those fucks you watch on porn with hips slapping loudly against ass cheeks. This was a romantic loving breeding of neg hole by a hot charged poz breeder. He continued his fuck strokes and I could feel his cock unloading his charged load inside me. Shawn moved back so he could get longer strokes inside me. This was more than I could handle. Without touching my cock, I shot several volleys of cum onto my abs and towards my nipples. "Oh fuck me" is all I could say. At that point Brad and Justin crawled onto the bed and positioned themselves into a 69 position next to Shawn and I. It was readily apparent they were full of sexual energy from what they just saw, and their cocks were in need of release. There was no embarrassment or ego involved. There was a real physical need to ejaculate. They quickly took each other's cocks and started sucking each other off at the same time. Here I am with a virulent unmedicated poz cock in my hole, getting bred by one of the hottest guys, and my boyfriends who just watched me take a load that just might convert me to be poz are driven to the point they're sucking each other off next to me. I'm not sure how this gets any hotter. In short order, I can hear Brad and Justin both making sounds that any man with working balls understands. Their muffled moans were unmistakable. It didn't take a genius to know they were both shooting poz loads into each other. How fucking hot is that? Shawn left his cock inside me while Justin and Brad untangled and stretched out on the bed next to us. Shawn said, "Now that was fucking hot!" Brad said, "You're not kidding. Holy fuck!" Justin said to me, "Congratulations. We now share my breeder's DNA. He pozzed me in the very same way. Now you know why he's one of the most important guys in my life." I said, "This is amazing. Thank you." With that, Shawn's cock slowly slid out of my hole, and he let my legs relax. he looked at me and said, "Wait right there. Don't move." He got off the bed, stretched his legs to get the blood flowing again. The reached down into the pocket of his shorts. He stood next to the bed and put three PEP pills in the puddle of cum on my abs. He bent down, kissed me, and said, "I hope you get whatever you wish." He put three pills on the nightstand, my dose for tomorrow. Grabbing his clothes, he went over and gave a kiss to Brad and Justin as well. Justin smiled and said, "Thank you so much." Brad added, "Yeah, Shawn. That was amazing." Shawn smiled and said, "Yes, it was. Hate to shoot and scoot, but I gotta run." And with that, he left the bedroom to get dressed, and then left.