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Full Moon Sorry in advance – it’s a long one lol. It was coming into the warmer months, and I was horny as hell (nothing unusual there) but it had been 3 weeks since I had stopped prep. Not intentionally. I had just been so busy with work that I hadn’t had time to get it renewed and was planning to next month. I was so busy with work it didn’t seem to matter. But then “the full moon” hit. Not a real full moon, but it is a term I use to describe those times when I go through a phase where I just must be bred. During these “full moons” I go nuts for cock and seed and all logic goes out the window. I am nothing flash to look at, but I am training with a PT now with a strict diet and program to tone up in 12 months. Average build, 5’6” tall, naturally smooth body. A little tummy that is on its way out. Clothing that hides a lot of various tattoos including a picture of a pig on one arse cheek and the word pig on the other. It was Friday and I went into the office in the city. Friday is always casual dress day in the office. We had someone visiting from the head office in Brisbane that I had never heard of or met previously, so I didn’t give it much thought. But that full moon was rising, and I was struggling to concentrate on work as my arse was twitching and I was wondering how I was going to make it through the weekend fulfilled but without my PreP. My desk faces away from the open plan office entrance and while on a conference call I can hear the commotion of everyone behind me greeting the visitor, Matt. I was getting quite annoyed at the noise as someone was trying to explain something to me on the conference call (yes on video too). I turned around to ask everyone to keep it down and was frozen like a deer in the headlights of a car. There stood Matt in the centre of the office with a few of the girls milling around him welcoming him. Yes, there he stood. A 6’ tall middle eastern man with a clearly defined physique. Tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination, and relatively tight white t-shirt and leather jacket. You could just see the small tuft of chest hair peaking out of the top of his shirt. Immaculately trimmed black beard (about a week’s growth). Piercing blue eyes and what looked like 2-3” of black hair tied up in a man bun. My eyes locked on him, and he noticed and smiled as the girls kept talking to him. “Colin? What’s happening? Is everything ok?” came through the head set as I was frozen looking away behind me. I snapped out of it after what felt like an eternity. “Sorry, someone was just asking for something”. I kept on with the call clearly distracted as I could not get the vision out of my head of the gorgeous man behind me. About 10 mins later the call had finished, and the office was quiet again. I turned around and Matt and some of the girls were gone. I assumed they decided to go grab coffees. Lucky bitches, I thought to myself. They all know I am gay and will have the utmost pleasure in torturing me over his presence. I kept working all-be-it distracted by the picture in my head when I hear them all return. I had a spare desk next to me this day, but there were spare desks all over the office, so thought no more about it. As I am reading a document a gorgeous hairy arm reaches past me with a coffee in its hand and places it on my desk. I can immediately smell his deodorant and the slightly musky smell of cigarette smoke on it as I feel a presence near my ear and his breath as Matt whispers “they told me what you like”. He then sits down next to me and makes himself comfortable at the desk next to me which is clearly going to be distracting on so many levels. He introduces himself and I do the same in an almost school yard man crush kind of way. He smiles as he notices my awkwardness. I say “Sorry I have another call in 5 mins” as he says he is in town for the entire weekend visiting some friends. As I get ready to dial into the next call he leans over and says one word “Lunch?”. I almost stutter as I say “sure”. Lunchtime comes around and the girls have all disappeared. I was assuming we would all spend lunch with him. He notices me looking around. He laughs and says, “nah mate, lunch, just you and me”. We go to lunch, and I am superiorly distracted and awkward. I find my eyes either lost in his as he talks in a deep lumberjack kind of voice, or on occasions it drifts to his obvious bulge in his jeans. He tells me he is visiting some mates he met online a few years ago and catches up with a few times a year but thought it would be easier to come down and work a day first. He is staying in an expensive hotel near work in the city and will not be catching up with them until tomorrow night. Me: So, you guys going out or getting dinner tomorrow? Matt: Hmm, well you could call it dinner. But I have nothing to do tonight. You free to show me some Melbourne highlights tonight? I am almost lost for words he wants to spend time with me. He is clearly out of my league. But I agree to be polite. He says come by his room at 7pm. He gives me the room number and says, “you show me some of Melbourne and I’ll show you more of me, oops, I mean tell you more about me”. He has the look of a devil in his eye with the correction. We go back to work, and I barely get anything done. I am constantly giving sideward glances at his crotch. A man in tight jeans is my weakness. He has said nothing about being gay and the subject never comes up, but I am sure he knows I am. The girls would have told him earlier lol. 6pm comes around and I am getting into a pair of fitting jeans and t-shirt. I clean out because I am getting hornier by the hour and thinking I may go out after some cock after catching up with Matt. I know spending time with him will drive me nutts anyhow. I knock on his hotel room door, and he opens the door in his same tight jeans and t-shirt, and I am somewhat mesmerized. “Come in” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. I walk in and hear the door close behind me. I turn around starting to ask what he would like to see when he pushes me to the wall just inside the door and plants one of the deepest kisses on me. His tongue is long and deep in my mouth before I can even catch a breath. I can taste the cigarette smoke on his breath, and it instantly gets me hard. His beard is scratching against my face, and I feel in heaven. He breaks the kiss and says one word softly in his deep voice “fuck Melbourne, I wanna see you”. And then his is back in kissing me like the world is going to end tomorrow. His bulge in his jeans is now grinding against my stomach because he is so much taller than me. He breaks the kiss and is just standing there holding me tight, his body pressed against mine and looks me in the eyes and says, “let’s stay in tonight. I have everything I want to see right here” and then picks me up like it is no effort and carries me to the bed where he gently lowers me on to the bed never letting our bodies separate. His full size and weight on me now and he is like the top version of me on heat. This goes on for a solid 10 minutes before he stops. He then lifts up kneeling over me with a very clear wet patch in his jeans and a very defined outline of an 8” cock that looks like it is going to rip a hole in his jeans all on their own. He takes his shirt off and above me is a gorgeous defined muscular middle eastern man, with a full upper chest of dark hair that tapers down to a gorgeous treasure trail (clearly trimmed) that leads down beyond his jeans. On the right side there is a part of a tattoo clearly poking out above his jeans line. I can’t help myself and I am slowly running my hands over his hairy chest and let my hands slowly move down to his treasure trail and then softly touch the top of the tattoo. He grabs my hand and moves it to his massive bulge and then wet spot that seems to be getting bigger. “That’s what you have done to me all day”. He then moves it back to the tip of the tattoo, and says, “that will be a decision you have to make soon”. I almost don’t hear the words as I am totally lost in his eyes and looking at his body. I just can’t believe he is into me this much. He leans back in and pulls my shirt off, so we are both topless and just in jeans. He gets up leaving me laying on my back on the bed and takes his shoes and socks off. I start to get up to do the same, but he says strongly “no! let me do that”. He takes my shoes and socks off for me and says, “let me just enjoy you before you need to make that decision”. His big body is on top of me for at least another 10-15 mins as he makes out with me and then again, he lifts himself up kneeling over me. The wet patch in his jeans has almost doubled in size. He clearly pre cums a lot. Looking at his own wet patch and running his hands over my smooth body, he then says, “as you can see, I may not be able to hold off much longer, so decision time”. He starts to undo his jeans button and fly and I am mesmerized. He slowly opens his fly and pulls the right half to the side to expose and small biohazard tattoo. He is not wearing any underwear, but his cock is still growing down the left leg of his jeans. All I can see is his neatly trimmed, yet still hairy, treasure trail ending just above the base of where his cock starts to disappear down his jeans leg. Nothing else said, just “your decision, and no meds”. FUCK! I haven’t been on PreP for 3 weeks now. But the decision is not a hard one for me. I continue to softly touch his tattoo as I look up at him. What a fucking gentleman. His is patiently waiting for me and clearly does not intend to force me to do anything. Looking up at him and I can see him waiting, I say “If it is going to happen, then so be it. Who better to be the man to knock me up”. I see the sexiest smile come across his face and a glint in his eyes of excitement and satisfaction of what he is about to do. He moves back off the bed to stand up and I shuffle to the end of the bed where I worship hiss tattoo some more as I slowly remove his jeans. His cock bounces out of the top of his jeans with force and a huge glob of precum flick over my face. He laughs and bends down and licks it all off and kisses me with it as he pulls my jeans off for me. He then stands over me with his cock bouncing in front of my face. Matt: Fair warning, I have hyperspermia. So, there is no question there will be enough for it to happen. Me: What are you waiting for? I start to slowly suck him off and I am almost drinking his precum. He pulls me off and says it’s been days and he won’t last long. He bends down and kisses me. Matt: The first one is gonna be fast, but don’t worry, I can go several rounds. He pushes me back down on the bed and then lifts me legs up over his shoulders. With his cock on softly pushing against my hole he leans in and start kissing me again. He is so passionate and gentle, yet manly. He stops with his wet cock at the entrance to my hole and looks me in the eyes. “Last chance, once in I never pull out”. I kiss him, “what are you waiting for?” He slides in gently and before long his balls are hitting my arse. I can see the joy in his eyes, and he slowly starts to fuck me, and his lips never leave mine as he does. The benefits of a tall guy fucking a short guy – perfect fit. He is fucking me so sensually for about a minute before he says, “fuck I can’t hold it.” He bottoms out in me and starts to grunt and growl and I can feel the cock pulsating as he starts to flood my insides. He keeps pushing his cock into me like he thinks he can get deeper than his balls. After about 30 seconds he is still going and looks me in the eyes and says “fuck, still going. Sometimes I think I cum more than I piss”. And I can feel his cum filling my arse. After about a minute he slowly starts pulling out. I say, “slowly man, I don’t wanna lose any of it” and I feel the head of his cock pop out of my hole. He then lays next to me on his side facing me and again I am taken back by his looks. His cock is slowly softening as he is slowly touching my body. His hand slowly rubs my belly, and he says, “they are my babies in there now”. We kiss and cuddle for about an hour before he starts to get hard again. His precum is matted in his hairy crotch and treasure trail hair. To be continued…

Caleb lifted his gaze and looked directly into Mr. Sanchez's eyes. "Yes, it is big." Mr. Sanchez paused as he held Caleb's gaze. "When it gets big like this, Caleb, it hurts. You don't want me in pain, do you?" Caleb paused and glanced back down again, partly out of nervousness but also out of curiosity. "No, sir." "Feel how hard it is. Go on." Caleb extended his hand tentatively, hoping he hadn't misunderstood what his teacher was asking of him. "Feel how hard it is," Mr. Sanchez repeated. Caleb let his fingers come into contact with Mr. Sanchez's stiff cock shaft. To Caleb's surprise, Mr. Sanchez's shaft felt even harder than it looked. "Unless you can help me fix this, Caleb, I'm going to have to let Principal Lenox know about what I saw you doing in the bathroom stall." Caleb's stomach vaulted into his throat. How he wished he had never installed those damn apps. He had been so excited to download them now that he was finally eighteen. How he had counted the months in anticipation. How could he have forgotten to put his phone on silent before getting to class this morning? "I'll tell you what. If you help me get rid of this pain you've caused, I'll let you off with a warning. I'd really hate to see you not graduate on time after all the hard work you've done. But you're going to have to work even harder right now to show me you're serious about making up for what you've done." Leaving his fingers on Mr. Sanchez's engorged member, Caleb looked back up. "I really didn't mean to hurt you, sir." "Alright, Caleb." With that, Mr. Sanchez wrapped one hand around Caleb's and made Caleb fully grip the teacher's cock firmly. Guiding the teen's hand up and down at the base of his cockhead, Mr. Sanchez focused on how the teen's grip gently tugged and rolled his foreskin over the tip of his large mushroom head. "So, Caleb, if you're going to help me while we're doing this, I'm going to need you to tell me the truth about a few things." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied as he continued stroking Mr. Sanchez. "What were you doing on that app in the boy's bathroom?" "Answering messages," Caleb answered without taking his eyes off his teacher's cock. "Messages from whom?" "Some guys." "Oh, some guys, huh? And what were these guys saying to you?" A drop of precum emerged from Mr. Sanchez's cockslit as he continued guiding his student's hand up and down his dick. "Mostly how they wanted to meet up." "Meet up for what? To do what? Be specific, Caleb." Mr. Sanchez enclosed his hand more tightly around Caleb's, increasing the pressure from the teen's grip around the teacher's precum-leaking dick. Caleb paused before replying, "For sex." Mr. Sanchez confirmed his understanding with an "mhmm." A big drop of precum dripped from the teacher's cock onto Caleb's forearm. "Remind me how old you are, Caleb." "I just turned eighteen." "I'm going to need to unlock your phone, Caleb." "I don't know if that's a good idea, sir." "Is that so? Well, it's not a request. Would you rather I call the Principal in here so you can show him whatever it is you don't want to show me?" Caleb wondered for a moment how Principal Lenox would react to seeing Mr. Sanchez's hard cock being stroked by a student. "No, sir." "I didn't think so." With his one free hand, Mr. Sanchez reached behind himself, grabbed Caleb's phone from the top of a filing cabinet, and held the screen in front of Caleb's face to unlock it. Caleb's teacher fiddled with the phone for a few minutes while never even so much as slowing the forced handjob. Caleb's heart raced inside his chest. A much thicker glob of precum leaked from Mr. Sanchez's manhood onto Caleb's forearm as Mr. Sanchez continued scrolling and swiping. "Keep stroking me," Mr. Sanchez stated without looking up. Caleb felt his teacher's hand release Caleb's as Caleb took over stroking his teacher. Mr. Sanchez began manipulating the phone with both hands. After several screenshot sounds and then a bunch of typing, Caleb listened to his teacher sending off several messages, some clearly inside the hookup apps. Others sounded like text messages. Caleb trembled as he wondered what was going on but didn't dare ask. He gripped his teacher's cock with more vigor than before in an effort to appease Mr. Sanchez, or at the very least to distract him. Another glop of precum escaped Mr. Sanchez's foreskin and oozed onto Caleb's hand. Caleb couldn't help but admire how productive Mr. Sanchez's balls had been during this disciplinary encounter. The smell of his teacher's precum roused Caleb's cock from the grip of nervousness. The teen's dick awakened to the seductive odor of this older man's pre-ejaculate. Mr. Sanchez returned the phone to its former position atop the filing cabinet. The teacher swatted his student's hand away from its manual seduction and without a word spun Caleb around to face the opposite wall. Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez's hands confidently yank the teen's pants to the floor, exposing his naked lower half. "Not even underwear, Caleb?", Mr. Sanchez asked without surprise as he swirled one finger in the overflowing precum dripping from his foreskin. "Don't know how I missed that detail in the bathroom." Caleb felt the wetness of his teacher's finger massaging the outside of the teen's warm, tight hole. "Caleb, I have to say, you're even nastier than I first thought when I saw that party listing of yours before school this morning." Caleb stayed quiet while Mr. Sanchez fingered precum into his student's compliant hole. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Caleb obliged. "There are some really disgusting men you're talking to on those apps. Do you know that?" "Disgusting, Mr. Sanchez?" Caleb felt the wet tip of Mr. Sanchez's uncut cock pressing at the entrance to the teen's hole. "Of course you wouldn't know. How could you when you haven't even asked any of them a single question?" "No, sir." Mr. Sanchez slowly pressed the tip of his cock just inside the opening to Caleb's rectum. Caleb winced. "I see you haven't even bothered to ask even one of them to show you their face, have you?" Again, Caleb was silent, hoping the question was rhetorical. Mr. Sanchez spat on his cock and pressed further into his student's velvety insides. Caleb moaned. "Too bad you put me in this position, Caleb." "I'm sorry, Mr. Sanchez," Caleb replied as his teacher slowly pressed his engorged cock deeper into his student. "You're mistaken if you think those men you've been chatting with were going to rubber up, you little slut. Besides, I thought you said you wanted to help me get rid of the pain you caused my dick." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "I'd rather your insides do the apologizing, boy." Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez press his meaty raw cock further into the teen's warm rectum. "In any case, you're going to need lots of help opening this tight hole of yours up if you want to be servicing all these [banned word] you've been talking to online." Caleb gasped in pain as Mr. Sanchez pressed his raw cock fully into his student. "If I catch you jacking off in the school bathroom again with those apps popping off like that for everyone to hear, I don't think I'm even going to bother bringing you here into the privacy of my office. You understand me, boy?" Mr. Sanchez began easing his spit-lubed raw dick back and forth inside Caleb. "Yes, sir." Caleb started imagining what Mr. Sanchez would make him do in the boy's bathroom but his focus was soon stolen by the intense pressure of Mr. Sanchez's surging meat pressing painfully into the walls of his tight hole. "If you're not careful, Caleb, everyone at St. Denis High is going to end up knowing what a nasty little slut you are. Is that what you want?" Mr. Sanchez continued grinding his meat into his student, picking up pace. Something in Caleb stirred, and it wasn't just from the raw dick assaulting his insides: it was the thought of everyone knowing what he really desired, his secret lust for every human adult walking around with a cock between their legs. Caleb's teen dick swelled as his teacher started pounding harder. Just then Caleb heard Mr. Sanchez snapping a pic behind him and then the sound of a message being sent. "You know, Caleb, many of us here at St. Denis already know what you've been up to online. Mr. Martin for one has been talking about the pictures you've been sending him for weeks." Mr. Martin, the janitor?, Caleb wondered. There was no way to be sure who all the men he had been messaging were since Caleb didn't ever ask to see their faces. Mr. Sanchez could feel the orgasm that was swiftly approaching. "You ready to take my load, slut?" "Yes, sir!" Caleb's hard-on had lent him a new-found enthusiasm as he finally began to appreciate the favor Mr. Sanchez was doing for him. Mr. Sanchez began dick-slamming the teen's hole with such force that surely the sound of the ass pounding could be heard in the hallway outside. Just then Caleb felt Mr. Sanchez shudder powerfully as he groaned, releasing the full force of his semen into Caleb's soft insides. Caleb had never felt a raw dick cumming so forcefully before. The pressure of the cum squirting deep into his guts made him yearn for more. The pounding having stopped but with Mr. Sanchez's softening manhood still lodged inside Caleb, the teacher spoke, "You're keeping my load inside you all day, you understand? At lunch time, I want you back in here in my office. I'm going to check to make sure you've done exactly as you're told. Don't think your punishment is over. You've still got a lot of making up to do." "Yes, Mr. Sanchez." Mr. Sanchez let his softening dick slowly deflate inside his student. * * *

As I lay there in Matts arms with a wet arse and some serious cum stains on the sheets, he begins to explain his evening with his mates. “I started looking at some questionable websites and in short, because I cum so much and because I am poz toxic, my cock and cum has become quite in demand. I ended up chatting to these 3 guys from Melbourne and we formed a little pozzing group. Offering our service to chaser bottoms. So, a few times a year I come down and we spend an evening fucking a pozzing a chaser bottom. So, this evening, we are planning to poz a bottom that has been chasing for a while now.” As we talk some more his phone pings with a message. He reads it and a big grin comes over his face. I ask him what’s happened. “Seems our bottom has backed out. Boys have said unless we get another bottom, evening is off”. He looks at me with a glint in his eyes. “I mean, you are probably halfway there if not there already” and laughs. I ponder the thought and the idea is turning me on. So much so that my cock hardens up. After some thought, I respond. “The idea does really turn me on, but I crossed a bridge I wasn’t expecting to cross last night with you. I think part of the reason for that is you, and how much I wanted, and still want, you inside me. I kind of like the idea of knowing who it was that pozzed me. And last night when making that decision and looking into your eyes, part of it was because I would be proud to have been knocked up by you and know it was you.” Matt leans in and kisses me and says, “I’d like to think it was me too”. He breaks away and texts his mates back saying it is ok, he has some other stuff lined up he can do. He looks at me and says, “How do feel about spending the weekend with me. I’ll fuck you ever chance we get, and we can spend the weekend making sure it is mine”. I respond with a long kiss and resign myself to the fact that this weekend my life will change. But then I realize I also love being pounded by multiple guys. So, I tell Matt, “This weekend I am all yours. Your job is to make it happen. Although I cannot imagine with the amount of seed you are putting in me it won’t. After it does happen, and you do convert me, I’ll do you a deal. When I have converted and you cum back down, and I can be the bottom you all poz? We just won’t tell them I have already converted.” “I like the sound of that.”

He says he needs a smoke and we both get up and put our jeans back on and step out on the balcony. We have a smoke and a few drinks from the mini bar, and he tells me how he became poz. He is a top but wanted to try bottoming just once. He went to leather bar and in the heat of the moment took a random cock and load in the toilets. It was the only load he ever took, but it was obviously toxic. Initially he regretted it but has since come to terms with it. Hence the tattoo. He feels he wants to at least give a bottom a warning and choice unlike what happened to him. For him that is what made tonight so special and why he came so fast. The fact that I was wanting it turned him on so much. We make out some more between smoking and drinking and he gets hard again. I had heard about hyperspermia but had never met anyone with it. The thought of large amounts of cum always turned me on. The thought that just one man could fill my arse to the same level as it would take 10 other men was so hot to me. But I was already feeling the effects and I was developing a wet patch on the back of my jeans. As we smoked, he slid his hands down the back of my jeans and my hole was leaking and sloppy. He is already rock hard again in his jeans. He laughs and says, “sorry about that”. I looked at him and said “what do you mean? You should be sorry there isn’t more”. He kisses me and says, “plenty more where that came from”. And I say, “prove it”. He then lifts me up on to the outdoor chair and pulls the back of my jeans down. A huge glob of cum drips out on to the chair and he pulls his cock out and slides back in and slowly fucks me again on the balcony. I can feel cum dripping down the insides of my legs as he does, and you can hear the slopping sounds as he fucks me. Again, he doesn’t last long before he is flooding my insides with a second bucket of cum. Again, it takes him almost a minute to stop cumming and this time as he eases out of me a huge glob of cum drips down my leg. We go back inside and make out for almost an hour before he looks me in the eyes and just says “stay”. And I do. I stay the night and he fuck and fills me 3 more times throughout the night. I wake up to an empty space next to me to hear him at the door. Room service is being delivered. “Would you like me to bring it in and set it out for you sir?”. “Matt is saying “no thank you, my other half is still asleep, and it’s been a big night”. We eat breakfast and I remember he is catching up with his friends tonight, and I also don’t want to read too much into what is essentially a hook up. So, I try not to appear like I have read more into it. I say I probably should let him get on with his day and catch up with his mates later, and he looks at me inquisitively and says, “about that”. To be continued…

Had an unexpected quickie this afternoon. A hot twunk chatted me up this morning and said he'd be coming thru my town and seemed interested. Traded pics and all. I said I might be around but had a few things to do so I might be busy. Fast forward to 5pm when I got home from my errand to find a message from him just 10 minutes earlier that said he'd be coming through soon (a bit sooner than he originally expected). Half an hour later he was at my door. Very tasty little guy, shaven chest & belly (not my favorite) but dusting of hair on his ass. Gym body with nice flat muscle slabs and tan. He said he didn't kiss (too bad) but was enthusiastic about other things. We dropped trou and he went to town on my dick, which responded very nicely... and he got pretty happy once he saw the size of it. Size queen with daddy issues, uh-huh! So after he worked my shaft for a while, he hopped up on the bed and I blew him a bit, then worked my way down to his balls. And under them... And it wasn't long before he was lifting his legs so I could tongue his extremely pretty, tight, pink little hole. He was moaning in no time, so I lubed him up (no mention of condoms - yay!). And plowed him nice and deep. He was very into it, and it didn't take long before I was close. He wanted me to pull out and shoot on his chest. I said "you sure?" because I really wanted to fill him up, but he was the nervous nelly type. So I kept going until I was right on the edge, and then pulled my (already leaking a substantial amount of cum 😈) dick and shot all over his chest. Whereupon he shot all over it, too. 20 minutes, tops. Oink! He apologized sheepishly afterwards about not taking my load because he worries about disease, so I pointed out to him that his chances of getting tagged weren't that high but if he was going to get fucked he should be on PrEP. What do they teach kids these days?

Let me preface this with a statement that I'm not endorsing any of these potential reasons. They are, instead, quick recaps of things that people have said and posted online here (and elsewhere). 1. Some people believe in the fantasy of a "brotherhood" - that sharing a disease connects you to other guys who have the same disease, creating some sort of bond. It's horsecrap, of course, but some people really do have this fantasy idea of a sort of toxic Elks Club, where getting pozzed is your initiation into increased levels of debauchery. It's true there are a handful of sex parties, etc. that are only open to positive men - but it's not like there is a shortage of events to have sex at for guys in general. (Shortage of participants you're interested in and who are interested back, maybe.) 2. At one time, some sexually active guys who hated condoms figured it was going to happen to them sooner or later, and they wanted it sooner because then they could stop worrying about each sexual encounter. I think this attitude picked up considerably once highly effective treatments debuted about 15 or 20 years ago, and then has waned somewhat with the advent and widespread use of PrEP. 3. Some guys viewed it as an element in a domination/submission world - where some guys submit enough to a dominant guy that he infects them as part of his demonstrating his dominance. As any number of people will attest here, the idea that it's no big deal because you just take one pill a day for the rest of your life and you'll be fine is bullshit. There are all sorts of increased health risks and things you have to monitor if you're poz (unless you have a death wish, that is). Which I suppose would be #4: people who just want to get life over with, fast. There's a lot of discussion about the appeal of being poz and chasing getting pozzed in the Backroom area. This, however, is the health forum. The site allows some discussion about personal experiences regarding the upsides of being poz here - something I have mixed feelings about, myself - but any discussions encouraging people to get pozzed belong in the Backroom area, not here.

Vinny's place was a large loft that had been under rent control for ages. In the middle of the main room lay a sling surrounded by chaise sofas. We gathered on the sectionals right after we got the delivery. Pure unbroken rocks with minimal shards & dust. I took the liberty to prepare our special supper. 4 glasses of vodka topped with G. I added 3 times the amount in one. From the drawers, 2 bottles of poppers, a sachet of K and an oral syringe. I turned the oven on to concoct Rowan's dessert. He was tongue tied to Vinny now while slowly getting undressed by Jonas. I returned to interrupt them with tonight's treats. The same metal tray we've used countless of times sparked Rowan's curiosity. None of us elaborated further on what they were. Vinny called it an illicit charcuterie board. Jonas withdrew some pipes and torch after we downed the drinks to start the night. Rowan, now topless, kept his gaze on me. In his drunken state, he had no qualms taking the smoke from Jonas when they made out again. Vinny and I went to the other side of the room to gather our tools. A few whips, ropes & toys for his first round. We came back to see Rowan getting eaten by Jonas, nude and submissible. Childs play, Vinny and I taught. He was hornier now, impatient to get off. It was still early and we knew how important it was to take our time. It was hard to see Rowan sit still. We all still had our clothes on but he was sweating the most. It gave me flashbacks. More clouds were blown and we started to watch some porn Vinny put up on the projector. Vinny always had something to say so the conversations never waned. Rowan tried to keep up with us but we could tell he was eyeing the sling. "So Mark-Mason....you don't find Rowan here cute? Look at him, he wants a bit of you too" Jonas almost slipped. Thankfully it flew over Rowan. "Nah, not really, not my type" "What is your type?" Rowan's eyes were glossy and dilated when he spoke up. He shot a different look at me now. "The submissive kind - the kind to hate themselves but can't deny that they're a hungry hole. A fag." Vinny had his hand by Rowan's neck, questioning him if he was one. "I don't know.. what do you think?" "It's not what I think but how you see yourself. We're not going to coerce you to do anything you don't want to. You're free to explore with us.." I agreed with Vinny and kept my gaze on Rowan more now. Jonas then told him that he has a couple of ideas while fondling him. Vinny revealed the gears and made Rowan wore a leather jock and harness. An excitement elicited from him when he saw his reflection. I passed the syringe to Jonas who easily led him to douche. When they returned to the room, Vinny and I had already cleared the furniture to make space for the sling. "How bout it? You've been looking at it for a while now.." He said no more words. Only lust in his eyes as he approached it. Jonas carried him to mount himself in the straps. I brought the locks to secure his limbs tight. He gave in with no resistance. . We let him get comfortable in it while we hit another round of clouds. We also put a gas mask on him to connect a tube for the smoke. Jonas was the first to undress. He came up to the sling and I heard Rowan muffling bout his tattoos. Did he know what the biohazard on Jonas' navel meant? Rowan was starting to spin now from how heavy he was breathing. It was futile for more smoke was being fed through the mask. Jonas took out 5 different sizes of dildos. "Let's do this slow and steady. It's your first time doing this no? Don't nod, we want you to say it" "Yes, it's my f-f-first time.." "And you're going to leave this place as a hole aren't you?" "Yes..." Jonas gave him a light slap to correct him. Everything that had transpired between them from the bar had dissipated. "Yes what?" "Yes...Sir?" "Good...and not just a hole but a fuh? A fuh what?" "A fag" "Good boy, good boy." He screeched at the first 2 dildos entering him. By the 4th, his hole had started to loosen up. Vinny and I stood by both of his sides with Jonas right in front. I held his head and took the mask off to look at him once more. A look that verified everything. "You're not wrong, Rowan. We have met. Remember me? The fag?" Rowan started to struggle. He had no response. Jonas had to revert to how he was to calm Rowan down. "Hey hey don't worry we're friends now aren't we..? We've been getting along so well..." I chuckled and continued to hold his head. "Yeah Rowan. What are old pals for? Don't think too much, you're in a safe space. I'll be back..." Vinny too held his head to assure him that we meant no harm. "Just enjoy the moment. Mark doesn't have to be here. You're not his type. It can be just us two..." "But..but I want him. I need him. Please." Clearly, he was spinning. Just as expected. "If you say so.." The 3 of us exchanged the familiar unspoken look. It conveyed that the plan was going accordingly. Either way, I left momentarily to browse BBRT, hoping to find some last minute tops looking to drop their loads in the area.

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Chapter 33 : Double Dads The next morning I woke to Marc licking up and down my back, and then eating my ass and telling me he wanted to breed me. He then leaned over and planted a deep kiss on me saying he loved me. As Marc was fucking me, my step dad woke up, and positioned his rock hard cock in Marc's ass. He just stood there letting Marc do all the work. I felt Marc shoot his load up my ass, but he didn't pull out. He remained motionless for a bit and my step dad had to start pumping. It wasn't long though before Marc started thrusting again though. My step dad pumped load number 20 in Marc's ass and then began to taste his hole, swapping his cum with me. We all dressed and headed for breakfast. Loads 21 and 22 were up Marc's ass afterwards. My step dad was the first to mount Marc. Before he did, he slipped a cruel condom on his cock. Instead of fucking him roughly as I expected he was loving and gentle. He knew that our weekend was quickly coming to an end, and Marc's hole was already battered good, yet he had to do what he had to do to accomplish my goal. Marc was also not his pig self. He was however vocal in saying things like make love to me and I love the way your beautiful cock stretches my hole. Once my step dad finished, it was my turn. The cruel condom did as intended on Marcs hole, but I grabbed the bottle brush to brush him deep where I would deposit my toxic load. Once again, Marc was not his usual piggy self. As I was breeding him, he told me he loved me and was super happy that I agreed to make him a part of his life forever. Once I finished, we once again plugged Marc's ass to let our venom soak in. My real dad stopped by and found us all in bed together naked. He was getting ready to leave the campground and was wearing a tight wife beater and a tight pair of shorts. Marc jumped from the bed and planted his lips on him. He slowly started rubbing his chest, and playing with his nipples. My real dad started stroking his hair and telling Marc he was so happy for him. He told Marc he was excited that he would soon be a part of the Brotherhood, and hopefully he played a part in it. Marc then reached down and started rubbing my real dads cock, which was straining in his already tight jeans. Marc looked him in the eyes and said make love to me one more time before you leave Sir. By now I was ass up with my step dad about to enter my ass. We moved over on the bed and invited them to join us. Marc got on the bed close to me, and started kissing me as my real dad started to strip. He then got behind Marc and started kissing my step dad. They then grabbed each other's cocks and my real dad said let's give the boys what they want. Both dads teased our holes by rubbing and slapping our asses with their cocks. My step dad started eating my ass, while my real dad removed Marcs plug and did the same. Both dads then started to finger our holes before putting their cocks in us. It reminded me of the first time my step dad made move to me. Some teasing, slow and steady fucking and romantic. Even better was the fact that my best friend was besides me, having my real dad making love to him. Confident that our combined seed would make Marc even closer to the three of us. Waiting for Marc to show signs of conversion. What more could I ask for? My step dad said he was about to cum, and my real dad said slow down, and let's try and fill the boys at the same time. Although my step dad hadn't been pumping my ass at a fast pace, he slowed down some. I was of no help as my ass was clamping down hard on his cock, being turned on by the four of us in bed, horny and wanting his seed deep in me. My real dad said he was getting close, and started fucking Marc harder, and so did my step dad. They both intended on shooting in our second holes. Both of them gave one final hard thrust as their seed flooded our guts. Load 23 was now inside of Marc. As we lay there with the two dads cocks still in us, Marc kissed me and said he wanted me to make love to him. My dad's pulled out of us, and I mounted Marc. My dad's moved to the sofa and started kissing and caressing each other as I made love to Marc. I was a bit rougher with Marc than my real dad was, and knew I wouldn't take long to fill him deeply, adding my load to my real dads seed deep Inside Marc. Before long, Marc's 24th Load was in him, and he was plugged. My real dad said he had to leave. He got dressed and planted a deep kiss on Marc saying he couldn't wait for him to be not only a part of the Brotherhood, but part of our family.

One of the clones winked at me, then ran his tongue lasciviously over his lips whilst rubbing his crotch through the towel. I blushed, but I was also excited by his attention. "Who's this then, Mike?" Asked the other skinny guy. "What's your name, mate?" Said Mike "It's Ian." I replied and he fondled my arse, "Pleased to meet you, Ian" He laughed "Ian was here for a conference." He continued, "But I took him upstairs and gave him something he'll remember a lot more!" "Dirty bugger!" said the guy behind the desk. "Did you give it to him raw?" "Oh yes,"Mike replied " Took my dirty load like a trooper." One of the old men made a grunt of disapproval and left, but the other just drank his tea and smiled at me. "Well," said the skinny guy. "We can't let it go at that, can we? I reckon you need some more poz cum to make sure you leave here pregnant." As he spoke, his partner pulled back his towel revealing a long, thin, stiff cock against his pot belly. I felt my own cock straining against my towel and then Mike pulled it off me and I stood naked and nervous before them. "Nice cock," said the skinny guy. "But I want your arse on my cock." His friend grasped the base, squeezing it into stiffness. A drool of precum oozed from the tip. Not only was he skinny, he didn't look well. The guy behind the desk leaned forward and kissed Mike, "Pity I'm on duty. I could do with a piece of that." Mike inclined his head towards the sofa and raised his eyebrow. "What are you waiting for, Ian? You know you want it." Hesitantly, I went over and touched the man's cock. What was I thinking?! The other man produced a brown bottle, unscrewed the top and offered it to me. The sharp tang of poppers filled the room. With shaking hands, I took it and sniffed deeply. "Oh. Oh shit!" I gasped as the chemical washed through me. My body relaxed and my inhibitions melted away. Boney fingers grabbed my hips and thighs, turning me around and pulling me down. I felt fingers grasping the man's erection, positioning it against my hole, and then he pulled me down and his cock slid up me. I gave a squeal like a stuck pig, and then I was seated on his thighs impaled on his cock and I felt an incrediblerush of depraved pleasure. The other man pulled my face round and kissed me, his tongue snaking into my mouth as he squeezed my cock. I began to move up and down, giving myself up to the diseased cock in my rectum as more poppers were pressed against my nose. Mike came over and dropped his towel. His heavy cock sprang up. "Suck it, bitch!" He said "Suck the poz cock which has been up inside you!" I groaned in surrender and leaned forward to take the slimey head into my mouth. Beneath me, the skinny guy was jerking and grunting as his cock stabbed up inside me. "Bloody hell! " he gasped "I'm gonna cum in you!" Mike with drew his cock and bent to take my face in his hands. "Here it comes, Ian" He said " Another poz load! Are you happy? Do you want it? Tell me" I was lost in lust and poppers and shame and excitement. I looked him in the eye and nodded. "Yes, I want it." At that moment, the cock in me stiffened and throbbed, the man grunted and sobbed and I felt his sperm flooding up inside me. "Good lad." Said Mike and kissed me. Beside me, the old man sipped his tea and had opened his towel, wanking himself as he watched.

I certainly have taken loads from guys who were Undetectable, and I am still negative. The problem with having sex with U+ guys is not the science - Undetectable = Untrasmittable. The problem is taking someone's word for their status. Trusting someone who tells you they are Undetectable is only better than trusting someone who tells you they are Negative because a person can actually be sexually active and know they are Undetectable. If you are Undetectable for six months the chances that you somehow became infectious since your last test is vanishingly small, but the Negative guy could easily have become infected and not yet know it. If you want to take loads and stay neg, you need to get on PrEP. Nothing else is even close to as effective as that.

I'm poz undetectable and bareback with my long-term boyfriend since we met; honestly I feel really offended by those people who in 2023 still have doubts on "undetectable untransmittable" fact, Undetectable is the safest person as they're always controlled for sexually tran'smittable diseases. While there are many people claiming to be neg but they aren't because they simply never test... Might I be rude, I don't really care, I'm like this. Direct, frank, and tell you that your problem has a name: SEROPHOBIA. Definitely. If I ever get to have sex with stranger I'd be more aware from people like you, "married with kids" who claim to be neg, rather than from openly poz and undetectable like many of us. We have nothing to hide, you? Staying in the closet is your own choice, I don't judge this, I am talking about sex! I'd wrap up instantly in case I'd happen to fuck one like you. Not to protect you from me, but to protect myself from you. Get fucked by some horny undetectable guys and enjoy life better, let serophobia go away, it's the past and remember, serosorting, serophobia and trust, are not means of prevention at all! Serosorting (choose a person from their status) is the best way to get stealthed and pozzed up.

Even if it happened decades ago, I can still relive it like it was yesterday. I am 17 and I am getting into the shower after soccer practice. The other boys had left except for Rowan. He was leaning by his locker with his back resting against the metal door, in his shorts and knee-length socks, glimmering in sweat. I was shirts, he was skins. The heat was close to unbearable. He had been eyeing me while I took off my clothes, tying a towel around my waist. He shot an inviting look at me which I didn't pay much attention to, a mistake I realized once I was done cleaning myself. He stood behind the shower curtain after I yanked it open. We were inches apart, equal in height. He had been honing his physique at the gym, making the most out of the final stages of puberty. A patchy stubble covered his chin with much less acne than I had. Unlike him, I was a late bloomer. His hair was brighter than mine with shades of his roots being blond, wavy and malleable to any current trend whereas I had dark black curls springing out of my head with no uniformity. Grooming wasn't my priority back then. Keeping my sexuality hidden was. We faced each other and with only a few seconds for me to fully register his presence, he tilted in for a kiss that I willingly responded. It felt strange, having my first kiss. Exciting too, but I wasn't ready. I had been ambushed. I pushed him away to leave the stall. I rushed to make my way back after realizing his pursuit. I hurriedly opened my locker to grab my things. In an instant, a loud bang came behind me. My head shoved into the hollow compartment of the upper locker with an echoing force. I pulled myself out to face Rowan again. He grabbed my shoulders in a grip before slamming me onto the wall of metal doors. Another echo. "Listen here fag, whatever you think happened, didn't happen. If I hear any shit from those other queers you hang with, you're done." Not only do I remember the exact words he said, I remembered that conflicted look he had. A look mostly of lust with hints of rage rooted in denial. "You got that, fag?" I was in a shock that made me speechless. I nodded with eyes closed. Up and down up and down. When I opened them, I found myself alone, trying to control myself from shaking any further. I was released, I told myself repeatedly. I never made eye contact with Rowan since then. ************************************************************** 20 years have passed and I no longer recognize that lanky middle eastern boy hyperventilating in his towel. I embraced myself. I was proud of who I was. I know no shame. At 19, I started to take loads. Never once did I think of condoms. I was lucky to learn what it meant to be a cumdump at a young age. Sometimes while I was getting railed, I'd imagine it was Rowan. The moans from the strangers that bred me were loud, always filled with a certain kind of vigour. It reminded me of him when he called me a fag. From then on, I slowly got turned on from being humiliated. It was only the tip of the iceberg I refer to as my sexuality. By 24, I graduated college. My whole undergrad was taken care of thanks to the relationship I had with my Master. I owe all my life's knowledge of kinks to him. I met Master Paul at the bathhouse when I first moved to the city. He knew I had experience, but nothing outside of being a cumdump. I was 20, he was 58. He was impressed at how well I bottomed but also noted the skills I lacked. He built his proposal carefully, making me read up on what it meant to be his servant. What BDSM was. He taught me everything. Even his friends contributed. They taught me how to work out, how to build strength. They'd fuck me while instructing me on what I needed to improve on. "You're supposed to squat, not jump. Build the momentum.." "This is how you arch without aching your arms. You got to know your center of gravity." "Controlling your hole isn't a bout keeping it open or close, but more about holding the cock in a way that your nerves aren't tensed. Controlling it will determine whether you wanna keep a tight ass or be stretched out" I saw my body changing, transformed similarly like Rowan's but better. My sex drive changed. I'd be turned on by different, newer things. I adapted to the kinks and fetish I originally averted. Master had always told me from the start that with time I will submit. Submission wasn't difficult when there was T. 3 months into our relationship, he showed me how powerful crystal was. He taught me the way to consume it, how to build tolerance for it and most importantly, how to control myself from tweaking too hard. "If you're at a point where you're not sure if you're there anymore, then it's already too late. Game over. Destined to be a wasted tweaker forever." The last person in my position had been chasing the dragon for too long that he had forgotten his role. Master kicked him out with no afterthought. Discipline was his number one rule. He never spoke of the previous houseboys he had. In a way, what we had was professional. I had no financial issues and I lived in a nice place. Initially, I was bound to only a cage but with time I was allowed to share the bed. I stopped crawling regularly in the house after a year. Our roles changed. Once I finished school, he still called me boy, but I was expected to call him Daddy. "Now you're all big and handsome, it's not right to treat you like dirt anymore. You're family. Right, son?" He told me this while he was 8 inches deep in me, twisting his thrusts to touch my prostate. I still remembered, nodding in an affirmative "yes, yes I'm your son." "I'm so glad that you see yourself as part of the family too. The next time I breed you, you will officially be my son." His sweat dripped onto my face with some landing into my open mouth. I licked my lips to savour its salinity. The loud moan of relief was close. As expected, he held onto the sheets tightly, looked down into my eyes and screeched in ecstasy, filling me with his warm load. He stayed in me while I spooned into him, both of us moist as our bare body was in contact. We were both hairy, but I packed more. All around my body was a dark curly thick bush that never failed to catch anyone's attention, especially Master's friends. They envied him for having someone with a body like mine. The gym also helped to define the hair revealing itself from my cracks. I know when other guys glance at my pits or my happy trail. It took a long time to appreciate my semitic features. It was true, I was maturing. That night, with his hard-on still in me, Master revealed that he had never been with anyone for 5 years. He told me how he wanted to give me a special gift for our 5th anniversary. How he would stop taking his meds soon and impregnate me. Never throughout our relationship did imagine this offer. "You'd like that? Be my son? Give me grandchildren?" It sounded extremely enticing. I was about to take a new responsibility. I was already topping the twinks who'd always stare at me at the gym, but bottoming was always the norm. Things were changing. A few months later, on an unassuming Sunday morning, I woke up blindfolded and bound. It was our 5th anniversary. I was told that we were going to the bathhouse where we met but I I could tell that we were home. I was fed more T than I'd ever consumed. From the bootybump to the smoke, I'm only lucky to avoid a slam since Master detested needles. There were also poppers. The celebration took up the whole day. I'd almost forgotten that the goal was my conversion. Around 12 of Master's friends were there. After having my hole and nipples played with all kinds of toys and torture, the blindfold was taken off. I was still on the bed with my limbs tied to each post. My legs were then adjusted to be closer to my arms, lifting it high to expose my ass. I stayed in this position for the next few hours. With the T flowing endlessly, I easily surrendered myself to Master. I was proud of myself for not tweaking. It wasn't linear, but I remembered each of Master's friends who bred me without missing a single word they said. "Look at you boy, you've grown up to be a fuckin fine specimen." "It was always going to be like this you know, find a cute boy like you to train and discipline. Extra points to Paul for being more diverse this time." "We all carry the same strain and we've never paused our meds. First time for everything right? Hopefully this strain's still as potent as it was in the 90s" "What a pretty boy with a nice tight ass. I told you that it was worth it to work out. Look at these legs. Fuck. Just right for a good pozzing." "I hope you enjoy these last few moments of being neg, there's no turning back from here on, boy." "Son, we're so grateful to have you take our seed, truly. I know how you like it when we call you a fag. See, you never fail to give that look when I say it that way. After this, when you're officially my son, it's you who'll find other fags. Okay, son?" I lost track of the times they came in me. It wasn't just one each. They took turns, switched their spots at times but never did the fucking come to a halt. A sharpie was used to tally the amount of loads on my asscheeks. 7 herringbones amounting to 35 when I saw my reflection from across the room. Master inserted a steel plug to contain it. I had fulfilled my purpose. About a month later, I experienced a flu like no other. It lasted for a week. Master took care of me with a care that I'd never seen before. He had never been as gentle as he was. I truly believed in our connection. I'd never seen him so content when he cradled me. It dawned on both of us. I had converted. A part of him was in me now. I lay in my cold sweat with gratitude, looking up to Daddy who craned down to kiss me. Over the years I had established myself within the community Master introduced me to. When I turned 30, Master made the decision to release me. I didn't understand it at first, but it made sense when I looked back at the circumstances we met. He told me that he was going to go somewhere far, how he's passing the baton onto me. I was free to stop taking my meds. He was going to sell the place. I was going to be on my own for the first time in 10 years. By then I had a strong relationship with his friends who I ultimately call family. It wasn't hard to live up to Master's lifestyle. I had 2 slaves who listened and obeyed but they didn't live-in like I did. They'd show up my door in the morning and be on their way by sunset. Sometimes when I wasn't in the mood, I'd call Vinny and Jonas to take my place. They were Master's first friends that I played with most when I was still unexperienced. Master had trusted them so it was only natural that I kept them close. The passage of time didn't just lead to Master's departure, but also most of the other members of his pack. Eventually, it was just the 3 of us who'd meet up regularly regardless if there would be any fucking or smoking. We had a bond that exceeded our lust. When work wasn't draining, I'd hit them up to hit up the bar and test our luck. Fortune favoured us given that we'd usually stand out. Anyone who saw us would take a double take. Here I was in my early 30s, built like a modern janissary whose distinctive features caught looks from every corner. Next was Vinny who share some of my features albeit more mediterranean. He possessed broad shoulders and thick thighs. At 50 he was the oldest and was also the shortest, though none of it made him any less desirable than the rest of us. We were equally capable of attracting anyone. Finally, Jonas. Jonas was the youngest before Master introduced me. Now at 44, he had a bronze complexion that enabled him to be the most tanned and towered us at 6'2. Lean and active in calisthenics, he had little body fat. He'd wear his clothes tight, right to the fit with pants hanging low to showcase his accentuated hips and v-lined abs. His long face always spotted a stubble. His facial features, ambiguous like the rest of us was due to his Brazilian background. It remained a mystery whether the size of his cock was also due to that. We stood out because we did not look like most of the patrons where we found ourselves in. We were fetishized to our advantage. We sat at our usual corner at the Eagle on a Friday night. Since it was pride week, a fundraising karaoke was being held. A bigger crowd meant we had a bigger net to fish with. The singing was tolerable since we were above, hearing more of the background music than the stage. After an intermission, the host brought up the next volunteer who sang Erasure's A Little Respect. It was the first time we heard actual singing. A wave of claps came from the crowd at its conclusion, followed by the host questioning him. Vinny gave my arm a nudge so I got up to the railing to scout and report. I didn't notice Jonas had been gone throughout the song. Chances are, he was getting blown somewhere. As I look down to the stage, I clenched my jaws when I saw the person standing next to the host, mic still in his hands. Motherfuckin Rowan Martin. He no longer resembled the threatening teenager who I kissed for the first time. Physically he remained the same but his hair was longer, almost touching his shoulders. On his right eyebrow he spotted a studded piercing. He wore a tank top that showed a rainbow tattoo on his right shoulder. Vulnerability hit me for the first time in years after seeing him, as if we were in the locker room again. I disengaged from the crowd, coming back to my senses when Jonas appeared with his arms around me, gloating how he blew his load in some tourist. I told him who the singer was. "Homophobic teen angst aside, he's kinda cute." He was, I'm not gonna lie. No longer was he as masculine as he thought he was. His posture remained stiff but his body language was more loose. He'd move his arms and hands when he spoke, bearing no resemblance to the star player accepting his award. Dare I say his pitch was higher too? Bottom, Jonas and I said out loud in unison. "A power bottom?" Vinny's voice came behind us. He wondered why we were standing for so long. Jonas filled him in. He chuckled. "I think you should one-up him by singing Ironic. Don't you think?" "It's like raaaiiiiin..." Jonas continued. I tried to entertain them, but they could tell I was off. They stopped to embrace me, giving an assuring nod and a look which told me that whatever I plan to do, I have their full support. I excused myself to go down to approach Rowan. I wasn't going to let that vulnerability resurface again. I hear him talking of the fundraiser, how he didn't know what it was and he just wanted to sing & contribute to a cause. He pointed to the friends he was with, a group of 5 who dressed and looked exactly like him. It reminded me of the twinks I'd fuck in the darkroom, the kind who thinks that the world revolved around them. I zipped right to him with my drink before dropping it when he got off the stage. Only when he looked up after I apologized did he realize who I was. It took him a while. A look of surprise that he tried to keep it cool. I acted like a stranger. After all, I was unrecognizable from my year book photos. "I just wanna say that that was amazing. Good song choice." "Thanks. You look really familiar. Have we met?" "I don't think so. I'm not on the apps & I'm new here." I carried the conversation with him the same way I did with any other men that would become my prey. I brought him up where I introduced Vinny and Jonas as my tour guides. They followed the ruse like clockwork. After a couple of rounds, Vinny took the lead. "Apologies for being forward but what do you say we all go to my place to hang a bit more?" Jonas and I agreed nonchalantly while Rowan took a pause before agreeing. All throughout the night he had been glancing at me, trying to analyze and confirm his suspicions. One thing for sure was that the drinks didn't help and I paid no attention to him, focused only on Vinny and Jonas. I responded to whatever he said without ever looking at him. I knew the consequences for not acknowledging him would be in my favour this time. In the cab, Rowan and Jonas were getting tipsy, flirting with their heads close to another. In the passenger seat, I gave a wink to Jonas who started to make out. Vinny came from behind to ask what tonight's plans were. I pulled up my phone to type it out. "A test. Nothing too drastic at first. A mild one that will gradually turn to a series of punishments which he'll willingly endure. An atonement he'll realize and submit to." He pat my back and whispered that he'll text the guy to deliver the good stuff once we reached his place. Jonas' hands were now grappling underneath Rowan's clothes. A plan was now set in motion.

Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)

Im really wanting to find a owner/ boyfriend that will do nothing but use me constantly. Show me my worth give me my purpose im just a hole please

First cruising night in Berlin and I tried a visit to the bar BULL. I stripped to my jock and made my way to the dark room. There were quite a few guys around the room and a couple of guys getting fucked. I knew I had to go for it and bend over a circular table in the middle of the room if I wanted guys to understand I was the main cumdump for use. Fairly quickly I had a finger inside me performing the spunk test. As a cumdump I was disappointed not to offer a pre loaded cunt but I hadn’t had time to get loaded beforehand. The guy moved on. Then I felt I hard cock against my hole. It pushed in balls deep, he withdrew and moved on. This is part of proving you are here as a cumdump. Guys love to stand around and watch a hole take multiple strangers raw dicks. No questions asked and no rubber in sight. I took another couple of quick entries, clearly just trying to rate my hole before using it. My hole was on display for a few minutes as guys walked around looking and watching and touching. A few fingers pushed their way in. Then I had a thick meaty dry cock push at my hole and I let him. I love the sensation of a strangers dick forcing its way in. He said inserted his dick as deep as poss with a few groans then started fucking my hole. As guys watched he fucked and groaned his way until he needed to release. I was fed a cock to suck on, I opened wide and got to work on this strangers tool, with no big fuss the guy fucking me squirted his anon load inside me. He made it clear to those watching I had just been bred. The cock in my mouth was immediately pulled out and slid into the dripping cumload in my ass. Another cock found my mouth. I took another load and another and another. I counted 7 guys taking a turn in me one after the other and I never saw their faces. I had no idea who dumped a load in me or just creamed me. After taking multiple loads I needed a drink and made my way to the bar. I sat on a stool with my m8 while several guys hovered around, I’m sure spunk was dripping from my used hole as I sat at the bar in my cummy jock. After a few minutes I was ready for more cumdump action. Once again I resumed my position bent over a circular table in the middle of the dark room. Once again my hole was fingered by several guys and a rock solid cock made its way into my mouth. Looking down I recognise his l m, he had fucked me already. A complete strangers cock teased my cummy hole for a few moments before sliding in. I now had 2 cocks in my mouth and one in my hole pounding away. I think the 3 guys knew each other as they rotated around and I was made to suck the cock that had just been in my cunt. I was being fed cum ass to mouth. All three of them watched as each of them dumped a load in me. When they had done they moved away and I felt yet another cock slide in. I was fucked real hard and I could hear the cum being fucked out of me. This guy was vocal and spoke German, I have no idea what was being said but it was clear he wasn’t afraid to be watched as he issued abuse and creamed my hole. When he was done I took his load like a good cumdump. I think I took between 15-20 cocks that night and have no idea how many dumped a load in me. I walked to my hotel dripping! I love Berlin!

I can't get a PA, but going ahead with an Apadravya piercing. 🏋️

Do any of you guys like to fuck or get fucked while wearing the weights? I'd love to try wearing the weights while getting fucked from behind, feeling my balls swing around with each thrust by the top.

I don't mean this to sound too critical, but part of the problem may be the use of the word "clean". I realize that not everyone thinks this through, but when it's used to mean "no active STI's", it implies that anyone who has an STI is "dirty". For a long time, people used it primarily to mean "HIV-negative", but the offensiveness of taking that to its logical conclusion - HIV-positive men are "dirty" - has helped stamp that out. It's better to be direct: "I've recently been tested clear of any STI's. How about you?" That's a non-judgmental way to ask for the information you're looking for. Of course, guys may well still lie, but that's a different issue.

It depends on how into the guy I am with. Sometimes I just want to get my nut off and leave sometimes I will stay for more play to get a 2nd wind.

FUCK yeah! More plz!

When I’m on the bottom, that’s what I want. Huge turn on knowing he is bi.

Obviously 5 cocks is more exciting… though I would in the end probably vote for 1 cock if I get to choose my favorite cock. One of my fuckbuddies has the perfect cock for my hole, just makes me cum hands free and shoots huge loads. With that cock, I’d rather the 1 than 5 any day 😉 Sometimes quality > quantity (though often not lol)

I have to say that I’ve had sex with most of my exes after our “relationship” ended. I learned a long time ago to separate a purely sexual encounter from sex with emotional attachment. The “relationship” ended for a good reason… one of us wasn’t getting what we needed out of it but the sexual connection was still there so we continued to enjoy that aspect. Hell… I’ve even had sex with a pair of exes who were seeing each other.

I understand a lot of what these responses are about, but why not make it easy: after the first "hi, howya doin", just say that you'll only take it raw or only take it bagged? Get it over and done with first thing, so you can move on to the next guy if this one won't fuck how you need it. No pressure one way or the other, just laying the cards on the table. Easy, simple, no pressure, and each guy gets back to doing whatever he needs to do.

We kissed, gently at first but then the animal in him took over and he pushed his tongue deep and forcefully into my throat, causing me to gasp for breath. I reached down and fumbled with the button fly and belt of his jeans desperate to see what was hidden inside. I guess I’m what you would call a size queen and as the package finally revealed it’s hidden treasure I gasped again as I felt that monster cock in my hands, it was at least 9 inches and very thick, just what I needed to hit the spot. His name wasn’t important; I don’t think we’d even exchanged those silly details when we’d met in the bar just 30 minutes earlier, but the attraction was instant and intense between us and neither of us had been able to take or eyes of the other. He was taller than me at around 6”2, dark, with cropped hair and very muscular, he came across as confident without being arrogant and it really was a case of our eyes meeting across a crowded room. He smiled and raised his beer in salute to me and I smiled back, blushing a little at the attention from the smiling hottie. My light complexion meant that even the slightest blush shone on me and I brushed my blond hair away from my face in a gesture that I suddenly felt was too overtly camp. I’m no screamer by any means but with my shoulder length blonde hair and slight but toned build I felt out of place in most gay bars, surrounded by muscle marys. I was startled from my daydream by looking back up and finding the hunk standing there next to me. He smiled that killer smile again and said, “Got a place?” I nodded and we headed together for the bar exit. So here we were, in my apartment, I was lucky enough to live just minutes from the bar and I was now pushed against the hallway wall moaning gently as he nibbled his way gently down my neck, and playing with my left nipple through the fabric of my tight fitting t-shirt. I put up no resistance as he pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my chest and allowing him to work his way down further and nibble my erect nipple. He shucked off the jeans and underwear from round his ankles and still suckling my hard nipple he began to unbuckle my belt and push down my trousers and underwear, allowing my own throbbing cock to burst free. He ran his hands up and down its length causing me to shudder slightly. He stopped what he was doing and stepped back from me, smiling and looking me up and down all the while, I blushed now, standing naked in my own hallway with this handsome stranger, finally now he broke the silence “Shall we move somewhere more comfortable” he said. I didn’t need any other encouragement and took him by his hand and led him through to my bedroom down the darkened hallway. Once through the door he discarded his shirt revealing a big muscular chest with a light dusting of hair and then animal in him took over again, he pushed me hard, face down into the bed and parted my ass cheeks. This guy knew what he wanted and was taking no prisoners, I heard him spit onto his hand and felt him start to rub one finger along the hairy crack of my ass ……… I shuddered again, I was so hot by now that I wanted to scream at him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I felt my asshole pop as he slid his finger into me and began to work his saliva into me, I felt the finger pull out and heard him spit again, this time he began to work two fingers into me, “oh yeh baby, this is one hot ass, I can feel it sucking on my fingers, it’s just dying to feed on my big cock”. A third finger went in and I wanted nothing more than that cock in me. I reached over to my nightstand and passed a condom back to him and picked up the little brown bottle of poppers that i kept there (hey i'm no angel - i love a poppered up fuck). I started to sniff heavily on the poppers and within seconds my head was buzzing and I began to feel him slide into me, he was gentle at first and despite the poppers it hurt, as my ass resisted such a large intrusion. He’d stop momentarily and then I’d feel him start to slide more into me, until finally he was resting fully against my firm ass with that beautiful cock throbbing gently inside me. He stayed that way for a few minutes as if savouring the feeling of my tight warm ass wrapped around his meaty cock and then slowly pulled out partially and then pushed back into me and I moaned loudly as he grazed my prostate and really hit the spot. It wasn’t the easiest of fucks and I wished a little that he’d used more lube than just his spit, but nevertheless I was really starting to get into the rhythm arching my back and raising my ass to push back to meet him as he started to fuck me harder and slam his cock into my ass. Then something fluttered past my shoulder and onto the bed, it was the unopened condom packet! The buzz from the poppers was gone then and I almost shouted, “Are you fucking me raw?” and tried to buck him off. “It’s the ONLY way to fuck pretty boy” he growled and pushed his full weight down on me pressing me to the bed and stepping up the pace of his fucking. Despite my best intentions I was now really get off on the fact that I was effectively being raped. He paused his fucking and reached over my shoulder and grabbed the bottle of poppers, first taking a hit himself and then forcing the bottle under my nose, “sniff” he barked at me. Totally compliant now I took hold of the bottle myself and inhaled deeply into both nostrils, again after a few moments that buzz kicked in and my head began to spin and I now ached to be fucked by that big raw cock in my ass. I moaned gently and he laughed, “yeah, I’m gonna make a barebacking bitch out of you yet”. I didn’t say a word, I didn’t want to admit that I liked this out loud – I wasn’t ready to confess my new found desires either to myself or to him but I guess he’d taken my moaning as the signal to start again and he started again to fuck my ass HARD. As the poppers really took effect I couldn’t imagine anything more important than getting every inch of that cock in me. His fucking was relentless now and he really slamming into my ass, pounding me so hard that I felt I was in danger of being forced through the mattress. He was still pounding away but leant forward now and started growling in my ear, “oh yeh pretty boy I am going to fill this tight little ass with cum”, “take it, you bitch”, “yeh c’mon, open that ass for my big cock” .... this dirty talk was making me so damn hard that there was now nothing more important that that cock inside me. His pace and his breathing both quickened now and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came; I was high on poppers and lost in the intense feeling of the fucking I was receiving but still I was filled with a mixture of dread and excitement at the thought of someone cumming inside me for the first time. He was panting heavily now and pounding my ass hard, with a final hard slam into me I could feel his cock pulsing as he blew what felt like a big load of cum deep into my guts and he yelled as he came, almost screaming into my ear, “take it bitch, take my hot toxic cum!”. With a final few stabs into my ass he fell on top of me, breathing heavily, Something amazing happened while he was fucking me, without even touching myself I had cum. My own orgasm had been intense, I’d never cum without jerking myself off before and yet here I was, laid stomach down with a pool of my own neg sperm soaking into my mattress, still with this hunky guy on top of me with my guts full of poz cum and his softening cock still inside me. With a plop, his cock pulled out of my ass and he flopped over onto his back, I rolled over onto my side, revealing the cum underneath and he laughed, “I guess you enjoyed that after all”. I smiled sheepishly and nodded, feeling alive at being released from the tyranny of condoms, I HAD enjoyed it and something inside had changed and I knew I’d definitely bareback again and soon. “I have to ask you something” I said, unable to look him in the eye now. He placed a finger softly on my lips, the gesture intended to shush me, “yeh, I am poz”, he said. I sighed deeply, “I guess I expected to get it at some point but I never expected to do it so willingly” He smiled again, leant forward and kissed me gently, “you ready to go again and make sure you do convert?” I looked down and noticed he was hard again, and stroking his big tool. I only smiled and rolled over, raising my ass in the air again ……. And you know what, I was ready!

Chapter 32: Pig Fest We headed to Fantasyland and Marc was horny as hell. As soon as we got there, he wanted seeded, and he got more than that! We headed directly to the restroom, but the only time we went into a stall was to retrieve a roll of toilet paper which we shoved in his mouth as a gag, before putting him on the sink to breed him. Anyone who came in was invited ro piss on him, and everyone did. After both my dads and i seeded him, we headed back for the pig fest. Marc was put on a leash and led back to the crabin, completely naked, soaked in piss and plugged with our three loads in. The Pig Fest was amazing! Everyone there had a great time. There was fisting, fucking and felching. Someone even brought a fuck machine, which I tried for the first time after I had several loads in me. Marc took 2 more of our loads there. My real dad wanted to add another to him, but Marc would have to wait until we got back to our cabin for that. In fact he told us he wanted both of my dad's in him together. Why hadn't I thought of that? He already had me and my step dad in him together. After they planted 2 more loads in Marc, totalling seventeen, he said he wanted me and my real dad in him together. I have to give it to my real dad. For an older guy, he could have several back to back sessions. Loads 18 and 19 went in, and we were all spent. We decided to hang on the porch naked some and just relax. I told Marc it was kind of ironic that he had taken 19 loads, which was our age when we started experimenting. He smiled and said we aren't done yet are we? I said probably for the night, butt there was always tomorrow. We headed inside, and simply got in bed and made out some. Talked about the weekend and how great it has been. The three of us had a nice romantic time. Sure the sex was great, but we told Marc we had likely accomplished what we had hoped to. I saw a side of Marc I'd never seen before. Up until now, he had been a poz seeking pig, but now he was very romantic. He told me that he loved me, and was so happy that he decided to let me be the one to gift him. I reminded him i had some help from my two dads. And he said yes, but your real dad infected your step dad, who infected you. I said true, but I'm sure there are still some other strains you've collected in their loads. At first I thought Marc was angling for 2 more loads, but he wasn't. He did get two more, however in his mouth. It was actually by my suggestion and not his. I told him I knew his ass had to be quite sore, so we'd give it a rest for the night, but a good blow job always helped me to sleep much better.

I love a hairy ass - the harder the ass crack the better. First hairy asses taste better when I'm rimming him and I love feeling his hairy ass on my balls when I'm fucking him and lastly after I've seeded him I love to see his sweaty matted hair covered with my sperm

Just came back from a sweet trip to Amsterdam for pride. As usual it turned out that the big anticipated events were a bit of a dud for me (sexually at least) while the unplanned trips ended up with raunchy fun and lots of cum 😉 On the Friday was feeling horny early so checked out the local cruising and Drakes. Was there almost at opening time (12) so wasn’t super busy but a nice mixture of guys. Some seemed to just hang on their phones the entire time. After a little back and forth had a nice poppers up fuck with a horny Dutch who was dirty talking about breeding and then came hard deep in my hole. Cruised a few more guys, got a few more fucks but the crowd seemed to mostly be into sucking that day, little fucking going on in general and didn’t bother spending much time since I had other regular pride activities. Come Friday night the plan was to first go to an amazing street party (Crash) with friends and then head to Club Church. Well it seems 10000 other gays had the same plan since the line for Church was just a mile long so quickly abandoned that plan and went to The Eagle (the leather bar, obvi). Got to the Eagle and knew it was going to be a good night seeing all the hot leather men and their fans. Nice mix of guys too young and older, muscled and average. Love that non-judgmental vibe. After a couple drinks headed for the darkroom which was pretty empty at that point, but immediately saw a guy I had chatted up online. He saw me too and we immediately go to a little booth. He feels me up all over (really into that and hairy guys). Pretty quickly escalates into dick in hole and a nice fuck followed by a nice deep breeding. Great start! Cruising around a bit more and kinda slow still, but the good thing is that everyone is there for the action, not waiting for the perfect guy… so after 5 min feel up a new guy, this muscled young guy was a bit out of it, he fucked me good but didn’t cum and was a bit tweaky. After that a blur of fucks with an audience. 4 guys fucked me in the same area at least one came and I think one more. Right after that another guy was keen to fuck so we did a quick one close by since he was mostly looking to dump his load up a wiling slut. Well we both got what we wanted so no complaints 😉 After the little fuck fest and show found a young guy newcomer, shy in the corner but stroking his dick. Tempted him with my hairy chest and a very cummy hole at this point and he was game and fucked me nicely and came hard deep inside after me asking for his babies into the cummy mix. A guy watching hadn’t been stroking but was wearing his clothes. I felt him up a bit and he didn’t mind it alt all, he starts to get hard and I can feel through the pants that this is a big guy. Like a BIG guy. So obviously at this point in the evening with 5-6 loads I had to get that dick inside my cummy hole. Worked him hard and then pressed my hole back hard on him… shoot of pain as he stretched me to the max (fist thick cock) but got over it quickly and started to work his cock. He was a terrible fucker, kept trying to lift me up sort of with his dick, instead of fucking the hole, so I had to work even harder to maintain position. So this 15 min fuck was like a hard HIIT workout lol. Got his load finally that dumped loadly and deeply, happy to find a bb slut that could take him. Was pretty roughed up at that point so thought it was the end for me but a piggy vers guy had been watching and pulled me into a booth. He immediately got to piggy work, lapping up cum from my very open hole at this point, sharing cum kisses with me and feeding me poppers like no tomorrow. Made me super piggy so we shared cummy dirty talk back and forth. He then entered my very sloppy and open hole (more like slid easily in) and we enjoyed dirty talk and a nice cummy fuck until he too dumped his load in a popper fueled frenzy of an orgasm. Would have continued longer but was quite sore at that point and the steam of willing pigs had dried up in the immediate area, so called it a night. Will be back for sure! 🐽💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

I prefer it as hairy (or not) as genetics intended it to be. Preference is hairy. Naturally smooth is fine. Manscaped/shaved is disappointing, especially if I know the hole should be naturally hairy. Disappointed doesn't mean that I would pass up a manscaped/shaved hole though!

I left the toilet clothes in hand and butt naked. My cock still hard and dripping. I was a little torn between wanting to watch him knock up some 18-year-old and getting cock up my ass myself. But my quivering ass made up my mind for me. My ass still felt the assault from that AIDS daddy in the restroom. Having his cock up my ass for just a few minutes pounding away coating my guts with his toxic precum for just a few strokes made me uncontrollably horny to get fucked by anyone. I wanted to cock up my ass. Any cum, lots of cum, from anyone who would do it to me. I was really hoping the rumors I had heard about this place in Evening were true. The sun had set but the night was clear and the moon was pretty close to full. I walked to the edge of the woods and stood there gently stroking my cock before I walked in. Giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the change in light. I looked back toward the toilets. I saw the shape of a young guy moving towards the toilet. He was stripping off his clothes as he approached. When he got to the door he tossed his clothes in some shrubs next to the door. I heard the squeak of the door as he entered. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next, but I walked back over to the toilets and pulledthe kid’s clothes from the bushes. In the light I could tell that his clothes would fit me OK. There was a pair of basketball shorts that would be a little snug but not bad. There was an oversized T-shirt, perfect. And a jockstrap. I held the pouch to my face and sniffed deeply. Unmistakable scent of teenage boy underwear. I had smelled it enough time with my own two boys. I knew what teen boy cock smells like. I slipped on the jock. Tossed my clothes into the bush where his he been. And took his clothes with me. I stepped onto the trail at the edge of the woods. I walked down the path able to discern shapes and movement in the half light. There were other guys in the park. I don’t know where they had come from because there were no cars. There must be another access to the park. I walked along quietly gingerly until I got to a spot I recognized. It was a spot where almost 3 years ago I had been pozfucked by a hot young guy. The spot where my quest for AIDS started. I stepped off the trail and took a few steps towards the figure out the dark. He started moving closer to me. As he got within a few feet we recognized each other. It was the kid who passed me almost 3 years ago. And he recognized me. ” hey there,” he said “ Haven’t seen you around here in a while. Back for more?” He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bone. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right that was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. He reached up and grabbed my cock. Pulled me in for a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body and he felt smooth but kind of bony. He pulled away and I looked him up and down. Above his right path was a biohazard symbol. He had a slightly wasted look. We started talking and making out. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth sliding in deep as I could into my throat. While I was sucking him he confessed to me that the guy in the toilets had converted him a month before he fucked me. He told me I was his first breeding after he was positive. He also told that he had full-blown AIDS at this point. That turned me on more than I could say. I slid his cock deep in my throat as I could. Milked it with my throat muscles. He moaned grab the back of my head and started face fucking me. Slamming his cock deep into my throat. After a few minutes he pushed me away. ”Fuck dude” he said,”you’re an amazing cocksucker.but I want that ass. I want to give you my virus.” He pulled me up and pushed me back around up against a tree. He squatted down behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He buried his face in my ass, tonguing my hole, working it in an out.I was moaning like the slut bitch that I am. Begging him to pause my ass up. Begging him to slide his aides babies up into my guts. ”Oh fuck dude. I want that ass so bad.” he muttered. He stood and unceremoniously plunged his cock deep into my ass all the way to the hilt. I screamed and moaned at the same time. He rested his cock in me as he slipped a poppers bottle under my nose. He held my nostril shut and I breathe deep. Reached up and held his hand in place. I breathed in three or four times in that one nostril and then switched. I breathed then three or four more hits in the other nostril. I was flying high as his cock started pistoning in and out of my hole, Tearing up my guts and banging my prostate hard. I was moaning and begging for a seed. Begging for his aids babies. Begging for his virus in my bloodstream. Then I started begging him for demon seed. Begging him to bring me over to the Darkside. In my mind all I could think was that I was sacrificing my ass to pure evil. My cock was hard and rubbing up against the material of the jockstrap. As the kid fucked me I shot a big load into the pouch of the jockstrap. And as my ass clamped hard for my orgasm his cock began to spasm in my whole. He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me as close up against him as he could get. Pushing his cock as deep in my body as it would go. Past my second sphincter. Deep into my guts he poured his aids. I can’t explain it but ass his semen filled my body a kind of shadow fell over my soul, fell over my vision. Not only was there no going back at this point, there was no desire to. There was only desire for cum. There was only desire for pleasure. There is only desire to please anyone with a cock. Deep in my soul I knew that I had given myself over completely to cock, cum., and pleasure. He stroked his cock in and out of my ass a few more strokes. He rested against my back. His cock gently slid out and he stepped away from me. I never saw him leave because as soon as he stepped away someone else stepped up and another cock slid into my hole. After three more cocks and three loads in my ass I finally left the woods. Cum was running down my legs but I didn’t care. I felt so complete so satisfied. As I walked by the toilets I checked the bushes. The clothes were gone. Some random kid who just got an ass load of aids was walking around in my clothes. It was then I realized all I was wearing was the jockstrap. As I approach the road I slipped on the shorts. And jogged my way back to my car. I never bothered to change clothes or to put on the shirt. I just threw myself in the car and went directly to the porno store And spent the rest of the night worshiping cock and accepting seed from anyone.

I left the hospice and headed straight for the park. I had heard that cruising could be pretty hot in the evening. The park actually closes at dusk but guys must park close by and walk in. from what I understand it can we get pretty wild in the woods there at night. It was almost desk when I arrived, my cock was hard in my pants already. I decided to park at an old restaurant about a quarter mile from the park entrance. I pulled in and parked my car in the back corner where couldn’t be seen from the road. I got out of the car and open the trunk. I stripped down there in the parking lot and put my street clothes in the trunk of the car. I pulled out my gym bag and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tight T-shirt. I was going commando. I wanted it as a little between me and hard cock as possible. The T-shirt showed my nice broad chest and the basketball shorts showed off my ass. I slipped on some running shoes locked up the car, and took a jog down the road to the park. I took a turn into the park and jogged almost all the way up right to the restrooms. The restrooms were an old cinderblock building with men’s on one end and women’s on the other end. I decided to Check out the toilets before I went back in the woods. There were still plenty of light. I pushed open the outer door and it’s squeaked really loud. I stepped through the inner door and stood for a minute while my eyes were adjusting to the dim light. As my eyes adjusted I became aware of a man leaning back against the wall opposite me. He looked to be in his 40s probably just over 6 feet tall. His body was lean,nhis face was angular. He has short hair And salt and pepper stubble on his face. His eyes were smoky and he oozed sensuality. he wore a sleeveless flannel shirt unbuttoned all the way. He had a nicely hairy toned torso and a pair of jeans that rode low and showed the V pointing down to a really fat package. He was wearing black work boots scuffed up and untied at the tops. The fucker leered at me as I scanned him up and down the lust on my face obvious. “ like what you see faggot? “ He said. His voice was husky and sensual. This fucker just oozed sex and sexuality. Every time he moved his body was somehow suggestive and a little obscene. His hips were slightly thrust out. The bulge in his jeans was growing. My cock tented in my shorts. This man’s presence was causing every perverted thought I could have to rise in my brain. ”Yeah. I do like what I see.” I said stepping to the middle of the room. He reached down and flipped open the top button of his jeans. It was all I could do not to rush over fall in my knees lower his zipper and take whatever was in there out. Take it deep into my throat. I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted this man. I felt possessed. I wanted him but some force kept me in the middle of the room. he reached down and rubbed his package. His jeans opened up a little more. His trimmed pubes showed and the base of his cock came interview. His cock grew down one leg of his pants he was hung it looked to be about nine or 10 inches. A wet spot was forming in his jeans. ”Strip faggot” he ordered his hand sliding down into his jeans “strip it off now. I want to see your faggot body. I want to see what needs my AIDS babies.” I stripped off slowly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy wanted to give me aids. I reach down slowly pulled my T-shirt up over my torso. Pulled it up over my head. Let it drop to the floor. I reached down slowly slid my shorts off until they fell in a pile of my feet I stepped out of them. My cock was fully hard. Straining, leaking pre-cum like crazy. “Tell me what you want faggot”, he said. He leered me and pushed his pants down his hips a few inches. A biohazard tattoo came into view at his left hip. And on his right hip a scorpion tattoo. “you want this don’t you faggot?” he said sticking his tongue out obscenely and slipping his pants a little further down. His cock was about to pop out. .” Yes. I want it. I don’t want anything more than I want that.”I said “please give me aids.” “I know who you are.”;He said, “my sister and her kids go to your church. I’d love to give you my aids babies. Bring you over to the Darkside. Sacrifice your ass to the dark one.” My cock throb and his words. I drooled at the thought of sacrificing myself to the devil. I had seen videos, especially popper videos, about dark lust and perversion. my gut caught on fire. My ass hole twitched. I knew what I wanted now. And I knew he would give it to me. Or at least I hoped he would give it to me. The light in the room was fading fast as the sun went down. He shoved his pants down a little further and his cock popped out, hanging there and dripping pre-cum. The end of it was pierced.his cock head held a brass ring with a spike the ball on it. ”This will give you what you need faggot” he sneered “get on your knees and worship.” I didn’t need any encouragement. I took a few steps across the room and stood in front of him. He reached up and grabbed my hair pulled my head back spit, in my face. ”Suck my dick faggot” he said and pushed me down to my knees. His cock was right at my mouth. It Glistened with pre-cum. i leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, the ring brushed against my teeth. I tasted the sweet tang of his pre-come, his toxic pre-come. I slid my mouth over the head of his cock. And took it deep into my throat. I felt the spiked ball rubbing against my throat and my tongue. Rubbing it raw. Making openings for his toxic pre-come. He growled at me. “Nice faggot. Nice faggot cock sucker.” I worked his cock up and down slow savoring every bit of it. Putting that ring between my teeth and pulling gently. Tugging at his balls til he moaned in appreciation he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me and talked filthy to me. Suddenly. He grab the back of my head with both hands. And yanked my head back. He pushed me back onto the floor. “Do you like that faggot?” He asked. He was pointing his cock in me “yes I answered I adore your hot fucking poz cock. I want your aids babies up my ass.” I answered. My voice hoarse from the beating his cock had given my throat. Without warning a stream, a full hot stream, of piss shot from the end of his cock. It arced through the air and hit me in the chest. I felt the warmth. Smelled that smell of piss. He twitched his cock in the stream hit my face. Instinctively I opened my mouth. I let his hot piss fill my mouth. I swallowed. Over and over. Trying to keep up. I never knew a guy could piss so much. He went down to my chest again. Covering my torso with His piss. “You’re such a faggot.”He laughed at me. As the stream of pissed subsided. “I have one question for you faggot.” He said. “Are you on prep. Are you taking those drugs to kill my babies?” ”I just stopped prep today,” I said. he stepped over me grab the back of my head and yanked me up by the hair to my knees. He slapped me hard across the face two or three times with this cock. “Then you’re not worthy of my gift faggot” he said. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a black sharpie marker and pulled my head back. On my left pec he wrote an email address. “Email me in 30 days” he said. “Then we’ll talk about you getting my aids babies. Then we’ll talk about you becoming one of his legion. Right now I have a kid coming over here. I’m going to give him his first toxic load. You can stay and watch if you want.” he grabbed my clothes off the floor and threw them into a stall. He ordered me into the stall and told me to either get dressed and leave or stay and watch him convert an 18-year-old college freshman. he He followed me over to the stall. I wanted to watch some kid give up his clean ass to the hot demon fucker. But I also needed a cock. A I bent over to pick up my clothes the man came up behind me. I felt his hard cock against my ass and I froze. “Just to give you a taste of what is to come,” he sneered and then he spit on my ass, put his cock up against it, and shoved it all the way in with one long stroke. As I caught my breath from his attack, I felt his cock sliding in and out in long strokes hitting my prostate. It was such a bliss. I moaned and pushed back. Suddenly my hole was empty. “30 days faggot”he said “now grab your clothes and get the fuck out of here. See ya in church”

So I had decided to be a bugchaser. I craved it. All the time. Fantasized about poz cock and toxic cum. I started spending time at the Hospice my congregation served. Anytime a man with AIDS came in to live his last few days, I spent time with him. Talked with him. Lusted after his wasted body. Offered comfort. More than once I held a hand while the virus took its final toll. More than once I helped a wasted AIDS patient shower. I even went so far as to strip down with him and stand in the shower with him. More than once someone on the verge of death grew hard with desire as I gently washed his body. More than once I used my hand to bring him to pleasure at least once more before he passed. More than once as I stood behind a wasted man, supporting him in the shower and let him grind his ass against my hard cock. A couple of times I let my cock slip into his body, giving him on last moment of intimacy. Allowing him once more to give himself over to desire and lust. No one knew what I was doing, sexually, with the patients. They knew I helped with bathing and personal care. But the staff trusted me and left me alone with the patients any time I came in. Two gay male nurses suspected. More than once they ran interference when another staff member was about to enter the room. They thought I was a good guy for being intimate with these men who had little time left. One of the nurses, Greg, a 23 yr old hot-as-fuck jock with a smooth torso and electric blue eyes even went so far as to whisper a quick "thanks for what you do" wink. wink as I left the hospice one night. I asked him to walk me to my car. I was overwhelmed by his raw sexuality. His beautiful form and masculine energy. He had a nice bulge in his scrubs. I guessed he had about 8". We got to my car having had a more frank discussion on the way there. I said,"Look Greg, I am not entirely altruistic in what I'm doing. I have some ... well ...ulterior motives. I just don't like people thinking I'm some kind of saint or something. I do care about them but I also am....." "Pastor," he interrupted me, "it's pretty clear to me and Kevin (the other gay nurse) that you are really a fag and that you're probably looking to get infected. You're a bugchaser right?" "ummm..." I hesitated. "Or at least a serious wannabe," he said quickly. It was dark out but I think he could tell I was blushing and half-terrified. "Nobody has a clue, except me and Kevin. We've been keeping you safe from prying eyes. Hell, we've both wanked a patient or two in our time here." he spoke softly and quickly, "the thing is we've never met a religious person like you. These guys are getting the best of both worlds from you. Keep up the good work." He turned and walked quickly back to the entrance. "See you next Wednesday, Pastor." he yelled back before he went inside. I opened the car and practically fell into the seat. Good thing I didn't have to fumble with any keys because my hands were shaking so bad I couldn't have held onto them. I realized I was playing with fire. Not the bugchasing but living this double life. It had been two years since the kid in the park had shot a toxic load up my hole. Two years of playing in porno stores and parks and mall restrooms. Two years of more cocks than I could count, more cum than I could remember. I had started PREP until I figured out how to do this. It was time to get serious. I had to get my shit together. I may have become a depraved faggot but I still loved my family and my work. I needed to get some things in order so when the shit hit the fan they'd be ok. I slumped back in the seat of the car. My cock was hard as a rock and bound up in my briefs. I reached down to adjust it, still thinking about my family. My wife who, because of physical issues, was no longer sexual. My younger son. Jason, 16 and so like me. Furry at 16. But a wrestler and built. He was also hung. My older son, Kyle, 18, collegiate swimmer - definitely his mother's child. I loved seeing him naked at the gym. He was smooth. Hung, I instinctively reached for my cock and started rubbing against the fabric of my chinos. A wet spot was already forming. My lips parted slightly, I moaned lightly and dropped my head back. Kyle is so smooth and beautiful. I remembered last time we were in the gym shower at the same time. I was looking at his body as he showered across the room, my cock chubbing up. He was so attentive to his washing. Soaping his broad chest and supple abs. He bent over away from me and his beautiful bubble butt parted slightly as he washed his legs. His hole, pink and perfect, winking at me. I turned quickly away as he stood. My cock was at full mast. I was [banned word] on my own son. In the car my hand rubbed harder and faster on my crotch. My cock twitched in my pants. So close to cumming. I could see him reflected in the shower hardware. He had turned full frontal and was absently wash/stroking his cock, getting harder and harder. I was seeing my own son getting aroused. He looked up and suddenly realized what he was doing. I swear he kept looking for a long moment. I swear that I saw in his reflection a look of pure lust as his eyes ran up and down my body. I shifted as though I was going to turn around and he quickly turned his back to me and started rinsing again. I grabbed my towel and practically ran out of the shower. My breathing was ragged and I was moaning so loudly in the car that had someone passed by they'd have known exactly what I was doing. My thoughts returned to that day in the gym. I had calmed down, had my boxer briefs on and was sitting on the bench rubbing out my head when Kyle came over the his locker next to mine. He opened the upper locker door. I couldn't see his face but he turned facing me and dropped his towel. There just inches from my lips was my son's beautiful, plumped up cut cock, twitching and just begging for me to.... In the car I groaned loud enough to be heard across the parking lot and started shooting load after load of jizz into my pants. In my perverted mind, I gave into my base desires and took that beautiful cock into my mouth. I had the most evil thought flicker through my brain as my orgasm began to subside, "Soon I'll be toxic. Soon I'll be filled with AIDS babies. Maybe I should share my gift with my son." As I came down. I was so turned on. So appalled at my own thoughts. I needed more cock...now. I put the car in gear and headed off into the night, headed to the park where it all started to have more random anonymous cock and cum.

couldn’t believe it. Standing there holding the kid’s note. Realizing I had HIV swimming at my ass. I was still buzzed from the poppers and still horned up for more cock up my ass. But I knew I had to do something about this. At that point in my slide into perversion, I wasn’t ready to be HIV positive. I had a church, a wife, two sons... I could lose all that right at that moment right at that point in time. I knew what I could do. My congregation had been working with an AIDS hospice for several years. I knew about pep. The strange thing was, I wasn’t completely freaked out. I wasn’t afraid or angry or disappointed in myself. I wasn’t mad at the kid. The truth is I was horned up as fuck. I knew I wanted more cock, more raw cock in my ass. I wanted as much cock as I could get. My choice for the moment was to head to a hospital. There was a hospital about 40 miles away where I wouldn’t be known and I went to the walk-in clinic. I gave them some bullshit story about fooling around in and a broken condom and just being a little worried. They did a quick test to check my status - negative of course. They prescribed a course of anti-retroviral’s. And told me to come back in three months for a test. I did get test at three months later but not there. I got a Home kit and it came back non-reactive and I had it confirmed at the local STD clinic. But none of that stopped my slide into bareback sex. I couldn’t help myself now. For a while I went back to using rubbers except for sucking cock which I did a lot off. I knew three or four good porno stores within a couple hours drive of my house. I would go out in the afternoons on Saturdays and spend hours in a booth in a porno store sucking every dick that came through the hole. I didn’t care. It could be an old cock, young cock, Big or little, cut or uncut, I didn’t care. I just want it hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth into my throat. I craved cum. I craved bitter cum, sweet cum, from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. Big or little, cut or uncut,. I didn’t care. I just want hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth, into my throat. I craved cum. I crave bitter cum, sweet cum from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. it wasn’t long before I took another load. After getting my test at the three months and knowing that I was clear of HIV, I started thinking about hard cock up my ass again. I started thinking about that kid in the woods sliding his raw hard cock up my ass balls deep. I fantasized about that encounter over and over again thinking about his cock swelling in my ass rammed in balls deep. I could still imagine his cock firing spurt after spurt toxic cum up into my body. Every time I thought about it I stroked off. I slid my cock through my spit laden hand. I fantasized over and over again. Seeing his smooth young body. Feeling his nice hot smooth warm ass. And I started craving cock. I started craving poz cock. I gave up topping with rubbers and left my load indiscriminately in any ass that would take my cock. I loved sliding my hard cock into some stranger in the porno store. A month after I confirmed that I was still negative, I found myself back at the same park where the kid shot is toxic load up in me. I sat in my car for a few minutes stroking my cock looking at porn on my phone. I wanted it again. I wanted that boy’s cock again. I had already started checking out bug chasing on the web. Reading stories about guys who took HIV-positive loads into their asses willingly. But I never really considered it something I would do until that moment sitting in the car stroking my cock thinking again about that sweet smooth boy. As I sat there in the car stroking in the public parking lot, cars moving by me, people walking back-and-forth, I started muttering to myself. I started muttering about wanting cock. And then I said there’s something I had never said before. I said it out loud. “ I want poz cock. I want some guy to shoot his aids babies up my ass. I want HIV. I want aids.“ and then almost like a prayer I said “ God I want aids. Give me a aids up my ass.“ I put down my phone. Tucked my dripping cock back in the my pants. I got out of the car and walked back up into the woods. I just knew somebody would be in there. Somebody who wanted to fuck me. Somebody who wanted their cock sucked. And I was rightlm I didn’t get aids that afternoon. I didn’t get a poz cock.But I did suck off two old trolls with stubby dicks. Their cocks smelled slightly rank. The smell of old piss. They were uncut. But they were there. They had hard cocks and I sucked them both. I switched back-and-forth from one to the other. I suck them deep. I slobbered all over their balls. I begged him to come in my mouth.They called me a faggot and they called me a whore and they called me the bitch, but I loved every minute of it. I loved swallowing their bitter cum. They both shot a huge loads that dribbled down my chin. I couldn’t help myself I wanted cum. Any cum. As I was there on my knees, second guy coming into my mouth, the first one turned his cock toward my face and let go a stream of piss. They laughed at me. They both laughed. They both called me a worthless piece of shit faggot. I just mumbled,” Thank you sir.“ And sat on the ground as they walked away soaked in their Piss and tasting there cum. Licking up what had dribbled from my mouth. It was at that moment I knew I was a bug chaser. I started planning in my mind how I would start my next raw fuck. With somebody I knew had a high viral load. I was going to get myself knocked up

Went to Flex Cleveland on Saturday and bred 2 really nice cumdumps. The first one I deposited load number 5 in. I knew bc he had a marker and tally marks. That was a really hot experience, getting to leave your deposit number on a cumdumps ass cheek. The other load went in a cumdump in what they call the asylum, I was breeding a face down ass up pig and his friend walked over and got his ass in the air and stood right beside him, I wanted to try his ass as he was watching me breed his friend. I switched to the other guy and came in about 30 seconds, His ass was so sloppy I could feel what only could be described as pure heaven. I swear this pig had a dozen or more loads in him, He was soo loose I didn't know if he even felt much. He had so much cum in him, I felt it drip on my leg. It was fucking hot as hell. I was really disappointed I was having some performance as I was going on little to no sleep and worked a full 12 hour day before driving 2 hours to Cleveland. Next time I will have to take a nap before I go. That was kind of embarrassing but shit happens when you're a working man (60 hours a week) and still trying to have a active sex live.

I breathed out deeply once I had closed the car door. It was done. My strapping younger son was safely delivered to the halls of residence, his first year at university about to begin, and I was done. Sure, fatherhood was lifelong, but this stage of it was over. Justin was starting out on his road to independence, his brother Jacob had already done so two years earlier, and I was now something of a free man. The boys were my pride and joy. Smart, athletic, good looking, popular, a perennial hit with the ladies - they were everything the right wing nut jobs would tell you they that never could have been with a single gay dad. But those things they were, and I was damn proud of it. Since their mother had thrown in the towel on parenting and marriage six months after Justin was born, they had been my entire focus. I had done a good job all things considered. My wife’s departure was obviously difficult, but it at least made me vow to never go down that road again. I have no regrets given the amazing two sons I have out of the whole debacle, but I knew I was gay before I even got married and it was tougher with each day to keep that side of me bottled up. I never made that mistake again, instead choosing to be honest with myself and those around me. Jacob and Justin grew up only knowing me as a gay man. Raising two sons by yourself does not leave much time for other pursuits, and I was basically celibate for fifteen years. Sure, I had many offers from my sister and parents for babysitting, but to be honest whenever I took them up on it and got out of the house, all I wanted to do was check into a hotel and sleep. However, once the boys were old enough that they could be left at home for a few hours with Jacob in charge, I finally started to re-explore the world of men, something that I had only done a little at university before meeting Simone. Well, it turned out that there was something of a pig in me who was finally being let out of the pen. At first I tried just generic - almost vanilla - hookups, but after I’d had my first visit to a gay sauna I realised my true nature lay on the sleazier side of things. I was initially versatile, and went on PrEP so I could safely engage in bareback sex with any man who fancied a session. In time I found I was really more of a bottom, although perfectly willing to top when the moment called for it. My preference, however, was to just be bred over and over, and I cared not by whom. But then I got bored. Maybe it was that age old problem of the excitement of something eventually wearing off, to the point that you start to look for the next thing to tickle you. I didn’t want that to be chems or other drugs, so I guess I started looking for it in the sex. Despite being on PrEP, I found there to be something exciting in hooking up with poz guys and having them shoot their toxic seed in me. I actively started seeking it out, engaging in a growing fantasy of being pozzed, and not always being honest with the tops that I was in fact on PrEP. I guess it was something of an epiphany that led to me realising that I didn’t just want the fantasy anymore. I wanted the real thing. I mentally flip-flopped on it for a long time, convincing myself in the comedown from a sex high that it was just a fantasy that I used to get turned on, but eventually it became impossible to convince myself that this was the case. It was obvious: I wanted to convert. However, I wanted to have some control over it, rather than just going off PrEP and randomly finding out some day that I had been pozzed. It was a turn-on for me, but also a transition to a new stage of life, and I wanted to choose when it was going to happen and be ‘in the moment’ with it all. As such, I joined the ranks of chasers online, seeking an actual unmedicated (and willing) top through the sea of undetectables. Many a hope was dashed along the way, finding myself being repeatedly ghosted once whichever guy I was talking to had presumably got his rocks off wanking about the fantasy. It was all quite disheartening, but then I seemed to strike gold. The guy - who went by the username PozMids - was a little older than me, and lived in a former mining town in the north Midlands. He ran what he described as a ‘social club’ for older poz guys, utilising the premises of his old family business in a warehouse on an industrial estate. He told me it was a relatively closed circle, but members were allowed to bring in some entertainment every now and then with the agreement of everyone else. He was proposing that I be that entertainment, after what he said had been a ‘stealthy vetting process’. It eventually transpired that some of the guys who had flaked out on me had actually been testing me to make sure I fit whatever they considered to be the requirements. Well, wouldn’t you know it, but Justin had been accepted to the University of Nottingham, meaning I was going to be driving him up to the Midlands. It wasn’t too far to get to where this club was going to be meeting, and PozMids had told me that that I was welcome to stay for a long weekend as he had built a couple of bedrooms with basic facilities into the former offices of the warehouse. I just had to bring what food and drink I might want for any downtime I had, and otherwise my needs would be catered for by the group. This all sounded too good to be true, and I fully expected another flake-out. However, after dropping Justin off at his halls of residence, I messaged PozMids again and got an immediate reply containing the full address that I needed to go to. It was going to happen! I set off in the car, but had to pull over after a few minutes and compose myself. I was seriously excited, but I think I also needed to check that my racing heart was not a sign of impending doubt. Was this taking a fantasy too far? Did I really want to deliberately convert? I got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Bad habit, not one I really had in my day-to-day life, but was a good nerve calmer when I was letting my inner pig out. It did the trick. Yes, this is what I wanted, and I was just pumped up as I was excited about it, with a possible mild tinge of wondering if I was unwittingly going round to a serial killer’s place of business. I chuckled to myself when I realised that was exactly what I was doing, from a certain point of view. Cigarette smoked, I got myself together and then set off again, putting on some music to accompany the drive. When I eventually found my way through the industrial estate to where my satnav was sending me, I parked up and got out of the car. There were a few warehouses around and it was far from obvious which one I was actually supposed to be heading for, so I got my phone out and messaged that I had arrived. While waiting for a response I then got my bags out of the car, dumped them on the pavement and lit another cigarette. Bags. Yes, plural. You see, aside from wanting the normal provisions you need for a weekend away, I had also brought my stash of kinks. Various bits of leather, some toys, a blindfold, a marker pen, and of course my douching equipment, lube and poppers. I was well ready for whatever these guys might be into, or of course for what I was into myself if I was given that choice. I had a vision of how I wanted at least part of this weekend to go, so thought I better come prepared. As I was approaching the end of my cigarette, I heard a door open behind me. Upon turning around, I saw a man emerge and immediately recognised him as PozMids. “Glad you could make it” he said, smiling as he walked towards me. “It’s always fifty-fifty.” “The odds are worse than that from my experience” I replied, also smiling. “True, true” he replied, reaching out to shake my hand as he got to me. “Anyway, I’m Peter, and welcome to my little place.” “Not so little” I said, looking back at the warehouse. “But I’m very pleased to be here. I’m Brad” “Good to meet you Brad” he said. “Now let’s get you inside and settled before everyone else arrives.” I picked up my bags and followed him inside, going up some stairs as soon as we walked through the door to reach a set of rooms. He directed me into one of them, where I found a single bed with a small set of drawers beside them, and then he showed me where the admittedly clean bathroom and kitchen were. I had honestly expected it to be a bit of a state, but he seemed to keep the place in good order. He also showed me the small balcony area at the side of the building, I guess having realised I might want somewhere to go and smoke. He left me to get unpacked, showered and cleaned out, and suggested I get dressed in whatever I was most comfortable in for the evening before coming back downstairs for a drink. I thus got on with all that, having a shower and then a bit of a douche to finish off a job I had quietly started before dawn at home while Justin was still sleeping. Once cleaned and dried, and with lube and a plug inserted in my rear end, I stepped outside wrapped in a towel to have a cigarette. I had another straight after, such were my nerves. Finally I felt ready to go all in on my outfit. First up a leather jockstrap, then some nice sturdy chaps and my Fuck Me Boots. I then got myself into a harness, my big thick padded wrist cuffs, and my muir cap. I then fished out and put on my 1.5 kilo silver chain, something I had bought on a whim and occasionally regretted given I was a bit too meek to wear it in my daily life, but which just seemed perfect for tonight. Finally, and with a bit of slow and careful effort, I used the marker and the convenient full-length mirror in the bathroom to write “POZ ME” on my buttcheeks. I had another cigarette outside to help me gather my nerves, and then went downstairs. There did not seem to be any other obvious rooms downstairs, so I went through the door into the main warehouse space. It was huge and thus looked pretty empty, but as I glanced around I saw there was actually quite a lot in there. Various mattresses, couches and chairs were dotted around, as were an array of big wooden boxes, upturned oil drums, a couple of slings, a St Andrew’s cross, and a padded leather fuck bench in the centre of the room. It was quite clear what this room was for, and I got an immediate hard-on. Over to the side was a bar area, and that’s where I saw Peter (aka PozMids) sitting on a stool with his back to me, looking at his phone. I coughed to make it clear I was in the room, and he swivelled round. “Well, you don’t beat about the bush” he said, smiling at me as I walked over. “Dressed like that, I think you’re not going to get much of a warm-up this evening. The guys will be all over you the minute they walk in.” “That’s what I was hoping” I said, smiling back at him. He offered me a drink, and I gladly took a large whisky. He also fished out an ashtray and slid it across the bar at me, letting me know I was fine to smoke in the warehouse. I happily lit up a cigarette as we sat on the stools having a drink. “So, you’re here to get pozzed” he said. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely” I replied. “Been wanting it for ages now.” “Fair enough” he said. “There’s a couple of guys coming tonight who are on meds, but most aren’t. One guy you won’t be able to miss has full-on AIDS.” “Great” I said, “hopefully tonight will be the night.” “I’m sure it will” he said. “I can get an old toothbrush out and make sure if you want.” “Actually” I replied, after hesitating, “I kind of want it to be natural.” “OK” he said, “although I have a big PA as do some of the other guys, so you’re going to get pretty worn out back there anyway.” “Cool” I said, smiling. “I like the sound of that.” “Any other limits?” he asked. “No” I replied, “I don’t think so.” “Well OK then. If you need a break just say, we’re not here to hold you hostage or force you to do things you don’t want to.” “Great” I said. “I’ve got quite a bit of stamina so hopefully I’ll be fine.” He necked the last of his drink, and then put the empty glass down on the bar. “Shall we get started?” [to be continued]

A fact of having clear ideas of what both people want. Is it a sex-only hookup? Staying the day or night makes no sense; is it something you hope will develop in at least a regular fuckbuddy? Staying the night/day might be a first step to know at least mutual tastes and boundaries. Then it depends on what you want even from a sex-only meetup; you want a repeat? Exchange numbers with no need of spending the night - that could be a second phase. Or exchange messages in sites/apps. Only time I regret to have said "stay, stay here, no worries" was with my latest ex (the abuser); but I was so horny and in need, both of sex and the rest, that I let him take a place in my life that he didn't deserve.

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Horny bottom in Chelsea looking to be used. Open to cnc and slutting myself out

One of my buds grew up playing with his dad and his dad's BF. He moved in with them when he couldn't get along with his mom's new husband. He was a good looking guy and an incredible fuck. Whenever we would fuck, if I would get a good stroke going, he would blow a load all over the bed. His dad had a business and had to be out taking calls most of the day, he and his dad's BF would fuck most every time they were left alone.

I love variety, so I would take the 6 cocks preferably in a rotation, and flip and returning the favor for any of them that are versatile. I'm not that particular about getting the 5 loads, in fact I would prefer that we all got at least 1 load in our hole and had lots of fun swapping back and forth sampling each others poles and holes.

Excuse my poor English: I wind a small textile band (may be a shoe lace) around the sac above of the balls. A flat one works much better than a round one. Five or six rounds, not too loose. Than you can put the metal piece around the bound ball sac. After fixing the two pieces by the magnets or the screws you are able to unwind the textile helper round for round.

it's called feltching

The rubber bands weren't that tight. It did cut off a substantial amount of scrotal skin circulation. 12 hours later my balls swelled and I had to go to the emergency room. After another 6 hour wait, ultrasound on the balls indicate hyperemic scrotal tissue with hypereactive variocle, but blood flow to testicles is good. Also testicles were still showing homogeneous appearance in the ultrasound. The balls were 12cm by 10cm, and serous fluids was oozing from the lacerated skin. Suffice to say all the med students were interested to learn the case. Anyway after two days, I was discharged. the swelling took two weeks to subside but the scrotal skin was still raw and only healed in one and a half months time. The first cum after that was bloody. And then it was brownish and watery for quite sometime. Then it was normal but not as opaque or thick as before. Subsequently I felt the balls shrank and I didn't cum for a month. When I did it was very hard to cum, and only a tiny amount of slightly milky cum, almost clear. So the spermatic cords might have been scarred as well as the balls were always mildly sore all the time.

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.

Chapter 4: The Birth of a Pig Chase pulled his hand out of my mouth, and I looked up at him needing more. I was lost having become officially his, and I didn't want to return back into my own being. I loved having my choice, agency, and self taken away. It was the most comforting feeling I had ever experienced. Chase pulled me up. "I'm going to get something, and I need you to be patient. If you're good, I'll reward with you with such pleasure that ends in a gift that you will never forget." I didn't know what Chase meant, but I loved the sound of it. "Okay. Anything you want, Chase." "Lucas, I need your complete trust. You can't freak out, or question me no matter what. I need you to hand everything over to me. If you can do this, I can set you free. What do you say? This sounded terrifying because I had no idea what Chase had in mind. What was I doing? Who was I? Just a few hours ago I was a heteronormative male who was excited to move to Vermont. I thought it would be a great place to find a down-to-earth girl, marry her, and start a family. And yet here I was with another guy's cum in my hair, and a deep desire to become something other than myself. While it was terrifying, a different path was being dangled in front of me, and I knew I couldn't walk away from it. "I'm yours." Chase smiled, "I knew you couldn't say no. I know what you need more than anyone else." He was right. "Now, I have to go downstairs and get something, and I need you to be a good boy and wait here. Remember, don't go back into your head. Stay here with me in this moment. You don't think, just do." Chase quickly put his clothes back on and walked toward the door. Before he left he turned to me and said, "No thinking." When Chase closed the door, I rushed to the window to see where he was going. Maybe I could figure out what he was getting. I saw him walk out ground floor door, walk a few doors over. There was a homeless man sitting on a stoop, and Chase stopped to say something to him. What was happening? Why was Chase talking to this filthy, cracked out guy? I watched as Chase gave the homeless man some money, and in return the man gave Chase a bag. Holy shit! Did Chase just buy drugs off some random dude living the street!?!? Fuck. What had I gotten myself into. My heart was beating so hard it felt like my eyes might pop out of my head. As Chase turned around, to walk back toward my apartment, he glanced up at the window and shot me his beautiful smile. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? Should I lock the door, take a shower, crawl into bed, and pretend like this never happened. Or do I do what felt so right, and follow Chase's commands. I sunk down onto the couch, paralyzed by my conflicting thoughts. I heard the door open, and in walked Chase. "Lucas, I see what you're doing." Chase walked over to me and sat down. He grabbed my face so I was looking right into eyes. "I told you to stop thinking. There is nothing to consider. You have no choice here but to submit." He pulled me in to a deep kiss. My mouth opened and his tongue entered. My mind went blank, and that intoxicating feeling swept over me again. I pulled Chase toward me, and he wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me into his wide chest. I was gone. "This is your new life, Lucas. By the end of tonight, you'll be so far gone, you can't go back. I'm going to make you into a cum dump pig, and you're going to beg me to do it. You're going to love it. Now, I need you to come to the end of the couch and climb on all fours." I didn't blink. I got up, and pushed my ass into the air. Chase went into my kitchen. I could hear him opening up drawers and doors. I heard him walk back over to me, and I felt Chase rub something cold onto my ass. Then I felt an object being pressed against my ass. "Push out like you're going to take a shit." Suddenly the object popped into my ass. I heard Chase open up a water bottle, and began to pour it into what I now realized was funnel. "Now you're going to hold this water in you for 10 seconds, and you're going to position yourself over this bowl. Then I want you to release the water." What was happening? "Here we go." I felt full, but just when I thought I was going to explode, I felt Chase put the bowl against my ass. I positioned myself so I was over it, and I released. "Good," said Chase. He walked into the bathroom, and I heard him empty the contents into the toilet and flush. We did that several more times. Chase rubbed my back affectionately and said, "Now you're ready. Lucas, do you trust me? Are you willing to become a part of me?" No thinking. "Yes. Fuck yes." Again, I felt Chase apply lube onto my virgin hole, and slowly insert a finger into me. He slowly pushed it all the way into me, and twisted it. At first it hurt, and then I remembered I wasn't supposed to think. So I went blank, and my ass opened up for him. Then the pain turned to pleasure. He slowly withdrew his finger. I heard him rustling with a plastic bag. "This is beginning of your new life, Lucas." I felt a sharp pain, and realized that Chase was sliding whatever was in that bag into my ass. Wow, that was a burning I couldn't ignore. Wow. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. "Just sit with it. It will dissipate. Give it a minute." Suddenly, the fire died down, and a rush like I've never felt came over me. And in that moment, I was no longer Lucas. My identity was gone. All I could think about was my hole. I couldn't stop opening it. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I needed my hole to be filled with anyone, or anything. Fuck! It was incredible. "Chase, please flood my hole. Fuck. Please. Fuck. I need it so bad. Oh my fucking god. Please, Chase." "Welcome, pig. Now that you're awake, it's time to set you free."

I have been bi for many years, but this is the first time I'm writing this story out. It was 1970....I was stationed in Da Nang...attached to a Navy Medivac squadron from the USS Repose....as a pilot I shuttled wounded to the hospital ship, while the medics tended the guys. Occasionally, I was allowed to fly up to Saigon for a weekend. This story takes place at the Marine Corps base in Saigon, where we usually parked our choppers while on liberty. This particular day, while putting the chopper to bed, a Marine corporal was hanging out watching me close up the chopper and we struck up a conversation. We talked for a few minutes and then he said he was on his way into town would I like a ride. I said sure, and we took off in his jeep. I was feeling really horny, and that corporal was really good looking....he was about 19yo, 6'1, 180, nice package bulging in his pants. He must have seen me looking because he asked me if I was bi. When I said yeah...he smiled and said, "Me too". So much for going into town!! We turned the jeep around and headed back for the base. I had private quarters at the BOQ and after a stop at the O-club for a couple of six packs we went to my room. Viet Nam was almost always hot, and I wanted to shower as soon as we got to the room so I stripped down to my skivvies and headed for the bathroom. He opened a beer and sat on the bed. I was in the shower soaping up when the shower curtain opened and he came in and stod there behind me soaping up my back. His hands on me were electrifying! His big warm hands roaved all over my body slowly and I began to get weak at the knees and when he touched the entrance to my ass, I started to moan. He gently bent me over and started to finger my ass. He slipped his middle finger in as far as it would go and began finger fucking me with a slow steady motion that made me dizzy. I turned to him and said, "Please fuck me...I need it bad". He dried me off with the towel, and we went into the bedroom....and made me lie down on the bed. He climbed onto the bed and raised my legs up to his shoulders and guided his 8" cock to the opening of my ass and gently started to push it in. As my ass opened to let him in, I couldn't hold it in any more....I came all over his belly and shot straight up to his chest....He took some of my cum to help lube his cock....and put some on my tongue, then licked his fingers, all the time fucking me with that same slow in and out motion he used when his fingers were inside me. After about 5 minutes....{it seemed to go on forever!!} he said "I'm gonna cum" then shot a huge load of hot cum right inside me. It was so much that it was dripping out of me while he was still inside me. He stayed the night with me, and we sucked each other off a little later and I never saw him again....