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Drew was a good friend of Jake's, who was having his 21st birthday bash. The thing was Drew was straight whereas Jake was gay and had mostly gay friends. Not that Drew believed it would matter for a birthday party. His choice of venue was nice: a good-sized room above a pub, where drinks flowed freely and the music was good. There was about 7 men in the room including Drew and Jake. One person who caught Drew's eye was a slightly older guy sporting a short-sleeved top that exposed a tattoo of a scorpion that had been inked high up on his left arm. After going around chatting to the party members, he soon learned he was the only straight attendee. Nevertheless Drew was enjoying himself with the drinks free-flowing. He discovered that Gus, the tattooed, slightly older gentleman ran a business offering strippers for parties. Then to Drew's surprise he told him he'd organised the entertainment for Jake's party. Knowing Jake's proclivities, Drew knew his luck wasn't in with female strippers, he hoped he'd cope with what was soon to happen as Gus left to usher in the male stripper. With a big fanfare, a very large black man appeared dressed as a boxer with rippling muscles. Music began and he removed his cape to reveal a well-toned body, in under a minute the boxer shorts had also been divested revealing his enormous manhood, not only was it extremely long but with a tremendous girth. Gus seemed to nod to the stripper in the direction of Drew. As the stripper approached, he whirled his dick round and round. It grew even bigger, but Drew waved him away and he gave his attention to the other guests, but did comment “later then?” As he went round the guests, they manhandled him, stroking his huge cock. When we offered it to the birthday boy Jake, he took as much of it into his mouth as he could and started to suck it. Drew was beginning to feel very uncomfortable and regretting attending this party, even though he was a good friend of Jake's. After a couple of minutes, the stripper pulled out and went round the others squirting foam cream on his dick and enticing each in turn to suck the cream off his cock. His enormous dick now upright glistened with the saliva from several blowjobs! He cam back to Drew, sprayed cream on his dick and offered it to him. Drew hesitated partly though his being a bit more uninhibited following maybe one too many drinks and also a certain peer pressure. Nevertheless, he did once again dissuade the stripper and got him to move on. He noticed Gus watching him intensely as this temptation happened. The event proceeded with the arrival of the birthday cake, all covered in thick whipped cream. Gus cut pieces for all the guests, clearly he was truly responsible for the smooth running of the occasion. They all had a piece and then toasted Jake's birthday. Drew somewhat slurred his words, but that didn't matter, things were going well. With the Dutch courage Drew now had, he questioned Gus about there only being one stripper and Gus admitted there were indeed two and he was the other. At that he started dancing and shedding his clothes, with rapturous applause from the other guests all clapping to the beat and his movements as he stripped naked. Even Drew although avoiding clapping, found himself eyeing Gus' body and his cock began to stir in his trousers. After quite a performance, Gus stopped his dancing and placed his cock in the cake, smothering it with the whipped cream. He offered it to Drew, Drew disinclined to accept as before, but Gus remained more insistent. “You know you want it, that tent peg in your pants proclaim your desire. With Drew's cock betraying him, he opened his mouth and started to devour Gus' cock. The rest of the assembled group, all cheered and clapped at Drew's blowjob, it went on much longer than Jake's special treat with the other stripper. Gagging and choking over Gus' meat as he pushed it in more. Drew continued choking and sputtering. With Gus' cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. Drew's hardon swelled as he as he gagged over Gus' cock. And Gus yanked down Drew's pants for all to see. "Oh shit baby, I'm going to nut." Gus moaned. The thrusts increased and his organ throbbed. Gus's massive balls were smacking Drew's head and his breathing erratic. The fingers curled round Drew's hair and he grunted. No, no no! It was swelling in his mouth. A massive rope of come shot down Drew's throat A second and third spurt followed with the same density. On the fourth fifth and sixth he began to pull out and it landed on his tongue. The sweet taste and saltiness was overwhelming. Not to stop this moment. Gus offered Drew a sniff of poppers, which he inhaled strongly. Gus beckoned the other stripper over for the main party piece! Something hot, hard and unnaturally sized was pressed up against Drew. He could feel it wiggling against his arse. Gus whispered, "just enjoy it." Drew looked over his shoulder to see the other stripper's massive cock rubbing against him. His grinding increased it was truly monster sized but it had beautiful thick veins, soft smooth skin and an angry red head. He angled himself so he was thrusting at Drew's crack. Then Drew felt him being pinned down. Four of the other guests, held Drew down, each taking a wrist or ankle to keep him from squirming away. Gus gave Drew poppers to inhale The poking continued. Then Drew felt it against his hole. The head pressed against it, testing it. He could feel it strain as he pushed to get access. He shifted his hips and aimed his massive weapon right at his virgin hole. Drew could feel the warm tip brushing against his sphincter. Drew felt more pressure as his massive thing tried to get inside. Hands were holding him so tight Drew was scared he was going to snap then all he felt was pain. It was going in, slowly one inch at a time a man's dick starting to enter him. "Hush baby, only halfway." Gus cooed. Halfway, halfway!? This thing was only halfway inside of me? Oh Jesus no, this was not durable. “No I can't take it! "Pull out! PULL OUT!" Drew screamed. But the stripper just grabbed Drew's hips and pushed hard until Drew had taken every last inch. "No more, please I can't do this. It's too much!" Drew cried. Drew felt wet inside. His massive girth was rubbing deep inside pressing against Drew's insides getting slick with something. It couldn't have been spit or precum?. There was a powerful thrust and Drew yelped. . He took this as motivation and began really hammering home. The thrusts changed their angle and Drew began to feel pleasure. He did it again and Drew felt his own cock start to grow. Drew's hard cock was bouncing along to the sodomy. He was getting fucked and Drew was hard. He sniffed the poppers hard as it helped him. Seeing how Drew was responding, one of the group who was restraining Drew released his grip and offered his dick to Drew's opened mouth, dripping with Gus' cum. Drew's mouth was stuffed with his cock. Drew was now being drilled at both ends. Drew was again choking and sputtering as the cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. He too splattered his cum deep inside Drew's throat. As Drew felt the taste, smell and cock driving into him and it was all too much. Drew's entire body shook as he was hit with his strongest orgasm. He screamed out as he shot his thick white load all over one of those still holding him. The man smiled at Drew then got up and walked over to Jake, who he noticed to his shock was filming it all with his mobile camera. Drew was horrified. But a combination of the lovely smile Jake gave him and his general sexual tension and inebriation meant Drew dismissed the filming and carried on with his intercourse, as another of the invitees shoved his cock into Drew's mouth to receive Drew's attention. Drew's tormented pleasure somewhat changed; the stripper was fucking with less rhythm, his thrusts deep and painful, his breathing ragged and he was coated in sweat. He was clearly close to cumming. He grabbed Drew's waist and spun him around on his dick. The blood provided ample lubricant because there was a slick sound as he spun like a top. Drew could now see the stripper plunging his huge dick in and out of his hole. “Stop, please not inside”, Drew begged. "I love breeding virgins." He panted. "No stop!" He was fucking too hard. Drew's entire body was shaking and breathing came out broken in time with his rapid thrusts. Just then the thrusts stopped. The cock buried itself as deep as it would go and began twitching. Drew's eyes widened as the reality took over. His straight ass had just finished off a man. He was being bred. "Nooo!", Drew cried. "Yes!" He replied. He could feel it convulsing. Then he could feel something warm soaking his insides. His cum just kept shooting inside Drew squirmed to the left then right, trying to push out the oversized cock but it wouldn't stop. He was growling, body flexed as the stripper held him with his dick. He could feel some of it dripping out. It seemed impossible. Cum was shooting inside him as well as pouring out. He looked over to see Gus, positioning himself to take over from the other stripper to breed his hole again. But I'm worried he's cum inside without a condom. “Don't worry”, Gus replied, “it's okay, he's the same status as me”. Not only did Gus breed Drew, but then the other four guests took their turns to unload inside him. Finally, Jake came over to have his turn, passing his camera over to Gus to complete the filming. “This is the best ever birthday present”, Jake exclaimed as he pushed his cock in. “But isn't it risky?” Drew asked anxiously. “But we've all been on prep the last couple of years”, Jake said misleadingly. For not only had they stopped taking them in time to be detectable again, but he had hired the two positive strippers to breed Drew. “Thanks for the gift”, Jake said, “let me give you mine now.” As he squirted his poz load deep within.

I run my own business, we do office fit outs and reconfigurations, based in the city. For a years more I've had a personal assistant as the majority of the work I do is coordinating contractors, workmen and supply logistics, so having someone to help me keep my diary straight and things organised is just a no brainer. Until now I've always kept my sex life separated as being a Gay man in his late 40s and dealing with construction people, it was just always easier for them to not question sexuality etc. But then my PA Amy resigned to move to another city with her fiance and I found myself interviewing replacement candidates. There was a short list of three, two older women, very experienced and one young guy, with great qualifications but his experience was not directly in assistant work, though his skills were transferable. I'll be honest, he wasn't in the running, but wanted to meet him as I liked his resume and I was dirty minded and curious. After the first two had not really impressed me, I was beginning to think the search would be a bust when young James met me at reception. I was pleasantly surprised when the well dressed 21 year old shook my hand and smiled his blue eyes at me, my cock twitched and I smiled back, checking him out as inconspicuously as possible. I'm 6'2" 47 hairy and burly with a rugby build, he was 5'8" 21 lean with a more nerdy look, a great bubble but and signs of being a little hairy himself... Just perfect. Nasty thoughts ran through my head as I ushered him to my office, closing the door and locking it so as not to be disturbed, but I put them aside, let's give this kid a chance. As I asked him all the normal interview questions and noticed he was very nervous, I did my best to be friendly and put him at ease, but not let my dick make decisions, something I strongly believe is dangerous in business. So briefed him on the company history, the role and why it was vacant, then what I was looking for from an assistent, and asked him why he thought I should hire him over someone with more direct experience. James explained that he was a born organiser, his father had been in construction and that since he'd passed away he had wanted to find a way to follow in his dad's footsteps, even though he wasn't great at building things himself. He talked about how he'd done similar things around logistics in his last job and how he often found himself managing his mums diary as she was a busy single mum these days. He then dropped that he was single, so it ment he didn't have any other obligations right now and could focus on the job at hand. I joined that I war single too which war great for work but getting a little lonely as I was getting older. He smiled at my weak joke that prompted him to reassure me I want that old. With that I got up to get a glass of water from my cooler and asked if he wanted one, and that was my first clear hint... I caught him checking out my ample package. I pack 9 thick inches and big balls and always be sure to wear just the right jeans that show off my buldge, so it pumped my ego a little and quickly lead to some more dirty thoughts... So when it took him his water I intentionally came too close and caught him once again glance down. Then I headed back to my desk sat down and back, being sure he could get a view and decided, fuck it, I was alone in the office today, I'm horny as hell and I'm gonna see if I can break my rule... A secret fantasy id had for a long time. So I started with a simple question, what does he do for fun, he answered clubbing with friends, gaming and into sci Fi, like trek... I laughed and said I loved trek too, but wasn't much for Clubbing these days, preferring usually to sit at home have a smoke and relax. He asked what I smoked and I decided to take a risk... Asking if I could trust him with the truth. He eagerly reassured me, so I unlocked and reached into my side drawer pulling out my glass pipe, already loaded with Tina, and asked if he'd tried it before? When he said no, I asked if he was open to it and he said yeah maybe, then asked what it was like, side effects etc, I told him it was really just great for relaxing, and focusing, abs that it was pretty mild with come down that is really managed. He seemed curious, so I then mentioned that it was also really great for enhancing sex with the right partner, and since it was Friday, id let my team go home early, intending to puff up and see where the night and weekend took me. I asked if he had plans and when he said know I asked if he minded if I took a hit and said he was welcome to join me. I could see he was interested but nervous, so I just hit up the pipe, took a big breath and blew out a big cloud in front of him. "wow" I heard him utter as I saw his eyes check my package between watching the smoke. As the clouds started to rush through my veins I got a little bolder, stood up and moved to lean against the edges of my desk right in front of him, and this time I said, "go on give it a try, I'll shotgun it to you and you can stop if you don't like it". He bowed to the period pressure and seconds later I was up close blowing clouds into his mouth as he sucked them back, near the end i intentionally let our lips touch, then moved back. Once he had exhaled I quickly asked if he was ok and liked it? He was affirmative so I gave him too more shotguns each time kissing just a little more as I did it, he didn't resist and started to respond kissing back. Now was the time to up the stakes, so I moved back to my chair and asked if he would like to take one directly from the pipe... And smiled when he glanced at my package again on the word pipe. He said yes so I told him it would be easier if he came and sat on my knee while I drove it for him and encouraged him, it didn't take much and this young boy was sit on my knee, in close, my package now pressed gently against his upper thigh, I drove the pipe, then leaned in so he could shot gun it back to me. This time as we did I allowed the exchange to become a more passionate and clear kiss. When he sat back, with the courage of the puff in my system I told him he was a very good looking young man, that I was gay I loved being a daddy to a younger guy, and I asked him if he likes guys too? He confirmed yes, previous trepidation gone due to the substance in his lungs and my admission, he also said he thought I was a real hunk that he was hoping I might be a top. With that it was all on, more puff, more making out and our hands exploring each other's bodies, soon my hand was massaging his ass and he was rubbing my package. I then told him I was a trekkie too and asked if he would like to see my tattoo on the topic, slowly removing my shirt to show my com badge tattoo, he ran his hand through my chest hair as he admired said he loved the concept. After another puff I decided to tell all to him, that I was a dom daddy top who dreamt of having a boy to own of my own. That I had fantasies that that boy would also be my PA, a total bottom and love my cock and my cum. I told him I preferred it bareback, and loved seeding and breeding a hot boy. He was shy, but expressed he liked the idea but was really only looking for a hook up, safe sex and felt he'd love to have sex but wasn't inclined to continue with the job application. I was disappointed, but horny at least is get this young boys hot ass... And who knows where that night go...

I was on a short weekend getaway to Kissimmee Florida. My family was also with me, naturally, I am a very horny guy. So I decided I needed to check the apps to see what was going on, luckily, I was able to find two guys staying at my same hotel. I reached out to both only to discover that they were a couple, but prefer to play separately. I decided to focus on the top. He was a middle, aged, red haired, big bellied, uncut top, with a nice hard and very leaky cock. We exchanged pictures, I took a shower and then snook off to meet him. Lol. I got to his room and we immediately began kissing,his tongue pushing against mine, deep down my throat. His hands groping everywhere, and then started stripping right there and then at the door and kept on kissing. Somehow we made it to the bed, where our cocks were rubbing against each other. Both leaking profusely. I reached down and started jerking us both. He was moaning and asked me if I’d like to suck his dick, I went down on him and licked all of the sticky mess away. His dick was a standard 6 inch, had a beautiful pink foreskin on it, surrounded by red pubes, and a very smooth purple head, and the pre-cum was dripping nonstop. I can taste a salty sweetness. We then repositioned, and then we 69 for what seemed like hours. I climbed up on him and then rode him reverse cowgirl. Poor guy was ripping under me as my Raw hole took his red cock. There was no talk about condoms or HIV status. I knew I wanted his raw load inside of me. He knew he wanted his uncut dick deep in me as possible. I did not take him long and said he was breathing very deeply as he began slapping me harder and telling me how he’s gonna knock my hole up. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me and I let it be until he softened and slid right out. Weather in both got cleaned up and I left. I went to the hotel lobby bathroom and stripped down naked. I then played with myself in the mirror as a part of my cheeks, and let his river of cum flow out of my ass. He came quite a lot ribbons of white, flying everywhere. I caught so much my fingers wiped it on my dick, and tasted, so I’m also. As I was about to begin jerking off, I hear a familiar sound. I got a message from him asking to come back to the room so he can fuck me again I immediately pulled up my pants, put my T-shirt back on and ran back to his room, he was already in bed and very hard once I got there, we then kissed again and then he put me on the bed and climbed on top of me. My ass was up in the air as he began fucking me relentlessly, his right arm was around my neck, and he fed me poppers as he slowly choked me while emptying his load into my hole once more . he gave me a long kiss and I then got dressed and went back down to the lobby. I went back to the same stall and stripped completely naked. I spread my cheeks against the sink, and I proceed to push out his cum into my palm. Where I then either rubbed it all over my dick or ate it, this was such a horny experience. I couldn’t control myself and then started using his cum as lube and jerk myself off to the memory of this random man breeding my hole two times..

Double Ass Up So I was on one of those location based phone apps... You know which one. I saw a profile on there which had a nice looking ass with a cream pie dripping out of it. I sent a message complimenting him "Nice creampie, I love taking them too". He replies back "Thanks, you have a nice ass too". I asked him "You on PrEP?". His reply "Nope". Me "Me neiter. You're going to get knocked up!". Him "Probably." Me "Me too". He says "I'm hosting in my motel room, if you can split it with me you can come over and take some loads too". Me "Sounds great, what hotel and room number?" He sends me the number so I take a quick shower, get cleaned out and head over, it's only a couple miles away over along IH35. When I get there he lets me in, the room is dark and we leave the door proped open with the little bar thing. I strip down like he is, just to jock underwear and we both get up on the bed ass up. It doesn't take long before we hear the door open and shadows enter the room. I feel a hand rub my ass and I can see that his is also being checked out. Two tops. Very soon I hear him groan out in pleasure and a grunt from his top guy and I know he's getting it. I also feel fingers checking out my already lubed hole. They pull out then I feel the head of my top guy's dick sliding in my ass crack until it pushes inside causing me to groan out as well and my top guy to give his own grunt. Then all I can hear is moans and groans and flesh slapping. I'm feeling nothing but pleasure as the big dick pounding me is rubbing my prostate just right making my little cock drip into my jock. All of a sudden my top stops and pulls out. "Switch?" he asks the other top. I hear the other top grunt out "OK" and he stops. I feel them moving around behind us and suddenly my hole is stretched wider than it has ever been and the big dick just keeps pushing in until I feel wiry pubes on my cheeks. I can't help but moan out because it burns a little, like a dick hasn't done in me in a long time. Very soon I feel him pull back out and then he pushes in hard and fast so I can feel is massive balls smack my taint and then he really goes to town. Both tops are pounding us like crazy. The room is filled with the sounds and smells of raw man sex. I'm interrupted by my head being pulled up by my hair a dick in my face which I accept into my mouth. More tops have showed up. It's going to be a good night. Soon I feel the huge dick in my ass start to throb and the guy pushes all the way in and holds it there as I feel jet after jet of hot cum being pumped deep inside me. I head the other bottom's top guy growl out "take my poz load you slut!". My top guy whispers in my ear "you just got a 5 day high VL load too". Before I can even process that, the guy that was in my mouth has pulled out and is moving behind me. I have a chance to look around a little and I see there must be a dozen guys standing around stroking themselves and getting ready to use both of us. And they do. One after another until the wee hours of the morning. After the last ones leave both myself and the other bottom guy are left laying together on the bed in puddles of cum, with dried cum spots all over each of us, and our holes gaping and drippng seed. I ask him "how many loads do you think we took?" He says he personally lost count after 14, and he was sure I took as many as he did. That sounded true to me too. We took turns rinsing off and getting dressed and then left, exchanging mobile numbers. A couple weeks later I got a text from him saying "We should do that again soon" I texted back "Hell yes, but I won't need to be worried about being impregnated next time". I'd been to the clinic and got my results. He texted me "Me either, my pregnancy test just came back Pozitive". We made arrangements to do it again... Looking forward to it this Friday.

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That sticky sweet mixture of lube, sweat, and pre-cum is tantalizing as a man slides in raw. After a top has loosened me up and is transitioning to fuck me, that feeling of his body pressed against mine, pinning me down, and the sweat of our bodies is such a turn on. It becomes less about me, and more about feeling that hard cock using me for it's pleasure. The visual and mental connection knowing we're intimately intertwined, even if anonymous and quick. The joy of being of service to a man and feeling him bust deep inside me, is unmatched. No drug feels as satisfying. His seed now deep inside me, I am grateful that he's shared with me his life's journey thus-far and the data from his ancestors for my body to absorb.

FlaTTered, @TaKinGDeePanal, thank you.

Open your mind, your legs, and your ass - and somehow get in contact with @versmetropig so that he can teach you what REAL men do.

What's in it for the bottom? Everything. During the time my top is fucking me I love him. He is my world. I worship him. Even if he is taking me from behind in a sex club and I have no idea what he looks like, my place is to serve him and receive his seed. It is almost like a religious act for me. I see his seed as my divine prize. My right and my nourishment. I have never stopped a top from fucking me once he is inside me. It is his right to fuck me and my responsibility to receive his load or until he decides to walk away. I have been in pain sometimes in my legs because the top has been fucking me for so long in awkward positions but I will not stop the act of breeding. It must be completed. Once he has gifted me his seed, his essence I will thank him. If he will allow it I will ask him if I may clean his cock as an act of gratitude and submission. Some allow it others are not interested and the hands of my new top are already on my shoulders holding me down and preparing me for the next load. And then it is my turn to worship him and the process starts again. And already I have forgotten the previous top as all my attention is turned to my new lord and master.

Well said, Konrad. Another, maybe more clear way of describing that magical moment of "connection". It's a really important part of the whole mating event, at least to me, and it takes place in our minds, our soul.

The relentless pursuit of raw sex

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Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real people are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental harm, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English/American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 3: The ambush (Offtopic: I apologize for the delay, but work and family must come before the hobby). So, where were we? Oh, right, at the bathroom encounter of Karel and Sven, and how my brother stole a dirty load from my best friend that was meant for me. So Karel came naked and wet down the stairs to the first floor, and crept as quietly as he could, jerking his cock to my room. He very quietly opened the sliding door, and listened to see if I was really asleep. When he was sure, he opened the door completely, and didn't even bother to close it again. Since it was very warm, I slept in just retro shorts, no comforter, and as almost always, on my stomach, ass up. I think this actually simplified Karel's plan. Karel, dripping with wetness, continuing to jerk off slowly, crept over to my desk, and grabbing my craft scissors from the top, came over to my bed. In the meantime, my brother had also arrived in the doorway to my room, and was watching the situation. So Karel crept to my bed, crawled carefully on it, and cut with the scissors very carefully the sides of my retro shorts, waved briefly my brother closer, gave him the scissors and whispered to him to put them back on the desk, and then quietly sit down on the office chair. I didn't notice anything because I slept like a rock. Why? I'm usually a light sleeper, and I wake up even when Sven goes to the fridge at night, and my door is firmly closed. Sven obeyed Karel's instructions, and when Karel saw that I didn't move, he continued with his work. He simply folded away the back of my retroshorts, dribbled some of the lube he had brought between my ass cheeks, and spread it on and inside my hole with his index finger. Even with these touches, I strangely didn't wake up. Karel grinned devilishly at my brother, while he was still jerking his cock, kneeling over me, and opened my hole with his other hand. First with one finger, then came some special lubricant again, then with two fingers for a while, then lubricant again, and then with three fingers. Karel apparently had practice opening holes. Finally, after a good 20 minutes of his finger work, he was satisfied, and whispered to Sven, "Your brother's ass cunt is prepared, kneel in front of the edge of the bed, and watch carefully as my poison cock will penetrate naked, and I will give him his first load." Sven obeyed, and looked totally horny, but also jealous of the cock he wanted so much inside him, and my hole. Inch by inch Karel pushed his wand into my asshole, there was no resistance on my part, I was still sleeping like a rock, even when Karel had completely sunk his cock into me, I didn't wake up. Karel started fucking me very carefully, but after 10 times out and in he buried himself completely again and started convulsing. Exhausted, he climbed off me and whispered to Sven, "Viral load one is planted. Do you want to clean my cock?" But Sven was so horny that he didn't hear, or didn't want to hear what Karel had just asked him, my brother immediately climbed up on my bed, and sank his cock into my hole. He lasted maybe a minute, no way longer, and finally shot a mega load into my stretched hole. Sven also quickly got off my bed, looked at Karel, and immediately took care of his cock. After Karel's cock was clean, Karel finally took care of Sven's cock as well. Both whispered to the other at the same time, "A sperm load should never be wasted." What's next? Well the weekend is still young, we'll see in the next episode.

When I first started taking dick I never really cared about race but ending up getting a lot of black cock being a femmy white boy with a nice ass. Only thing I ever had to a regular boyfriend was a black guy with a massive 8.5" thick as fuck dick who bred me many times outside and gave me many facials for a nice little cumslut "walk of shame" home. After taking so much BBC I prefer it now and honestly any black guy only has to whip it out and I'm on it. One of my favorite types of videos now is white girls taking hood dick anywhere at any time and I'm always jealous because I know if I had a real pussy I'd be trolling around areas with lots of black guys just hoping as many as possible want to fuck me. But honestly if I had a pussy I'd probably just be fucking 24/7 365 from any dick available lol.

Back again. Daddy 1 has been naughty and having me call round for brief fuck and go ...he messages if im free that day and if I am I pop.over at lunchtime. He is hard and ready as I arrive ...I go to the kitchen pull my pants down and bend over ...he wastes no time in getting balls deep and pumping me hard until he blows ...he shakes a bit and pulls out. I pull up my pants and leave. In and out in 5 minutes .. Daddy 2 has had sloppy seconds twice without knowing as I arranged a meet with him if I have enough notice.

I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye. He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by. Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'. Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. "Won't that be awkward for your Boy?" "No. I'd like to see you fuck him" I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 21, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man. After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. "Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology. I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!

Tom; Since a few days, i started to chat online with an older bloke who did make a pass on me here on breedingzone. The guy was about 80 kilometers away to the south of the country. Oops where are my manners; first a bit about me : I am a shy guy, i am totally out as gay, but it does not mean that i go to gay parades to celebrate the fact that i am happy to be gay. I am a European guy, 6'tall, normal workingbody, dark blond hair, and a good sized dick oh yes for the number guys, i am 44. I like to make fun with my straight friends who know i am gay, but they do not give a toss about this, they just like my company and my jokes. And mostly i am the one they make jokes about. I hardly date with guys, since i still share a house with my ex-boyfriend, and another guy who lives with us. My sexlive is as good as not existing. So from time to time i use the regular dating apps to see if i can chat to somebody, in the hope i could meet them when my housefriends are on holiday, and i do what i like. without them making fun of it. The older bloke is called Pete and he is about 58 a big guy, daddy body about 6'20 and what i can tell from his pictures well endowned with a big fat daddy cock. After we did get in contact here, soon we started to chat on Telegram, in the beginnning it was small talk about normal things in live, situations of dating, holidays, and art. It did not take long and soon the conversations would end up on long sextalks. In the beginning he was curious about my past experiences. I did discuss with him first the sexuall abuse i had encoutered as a kid, and that it had troubled a bit my view on sex with men. Somehow already from a young age i felt that i was not good as everyone else. I was smart, well aware what was happening around me, but never had the feeling i did fit in with the rest of the crowd. At school bullies would pick on me, and calling me names, although i was looking like any other straigth kid. Pete must have felt that i was downgrading myself, when i told him that i had a lack of selfrespect, and mostly to scared to date, because of my past. Soon enough i was talking about my experiences on sex, who where very vanilla, to mostly sucking dicks and sometimes a safesex fuck with a guy. There was nothing i could say to him that would make him think i am some slut going from one bloke to another. I explained my situation with my expartner, and soon he said, "yeah not easy to date then". Pete was very friendly to me, and he seemed controlled, a bit dominant, or maybe an aura of a fathertype. When he started to explain his sexlive, it was totally the opposite of mine. He told me that he is a total sexpig, that he like to do chems, go full bare, does groupactions, filming, hardplay, everything you can think off when it comes to sex. Me being like a novice it was a bit an eyeopener, and not sure for my self what i should do with this knowledge. He was sending me pictures via telegram of all his debaucheries, him fucking guys in all poses, sometimes in a total jeans gear, sometimes a soldier, leatherdaddy and so on. His likes where definitly other then mine. Soon it was not avoidable that he asked me if i was up for a meeting. My friends where out for the month on holiday, so i had enough time to spare and to have some fun. The question is could i go that far that i would be able to keep up with the likes of Pete. He seemed to me a very demanding sexbeast ready to crash all my limits, which where a lot at that time, just because it was not really a scene guy. I did not answer right away, so i told him i would give it a thought, and that i would come back to him, by thursday for the upcoming weekend to meet. I told him once again that chems and bare where not my scene, and i that i would only have sex with condoms. He said sure no problem, you can come by and then we can see how far we go, you should not do anything you do not like, you are safe with me . Pete ; I was talking to this slut for weeks now online, he is a bit of a tease, very naive, and on the sexsite, very dumb. These are the kind of guys I like, i am kind to them in the beginning, and then i lure them in my web, and change their lives right from the beginning. Now ith is all sweet words, building confidence, beying Mr nice guy. Soon enough this cunt will get to know the real me, but then it is to late. Tom; Luckily i had to work everyday, so the days where passing very fast, wednesday night in bed it was difficult to fall a sleep, everything was going true my mind what to deceide. I did know it could be risky to meet Pete, but on the other site, my inner self was fighting to try new things. By thursday i made up my mind that i would go, but i would make it clear no chems and no bare fucking. I did drop Pete a line to tell him that i would come over friday evening, and i asked him if it was ok to stay over the night, given the distance to him. Soon everything was arranged. Pete; The little bitch did finally decide to make the right move and come down to me on friday. In the beginning it will be Mr Nice Host, and then bam! we are going to have some fun. Have to make sure that all is prepared when he arrives for his sleepover. I asked him to let me know when he would leave his home, and also make sure that he regular let me know where he is on the way to me. That way i can set things up with my buddies, and make sure they can have some fun to without allarming him. Have to make sure my dealer has the right gear for me on friday, and i am sure my buddies will bring their own party supplies. One of them is a smaller guy who has some nice musscles on him about 35, and he works for a tow-truck company, my other buddy is a young big guy from 29, he is slim and has a very kinky site, we both go sometimes with slaves no limits, and i really mean no limits, it can go very smelly afterwards. (writers note : ok guys let me know what you think - please be aware i am not a native english writer so keep this in mind, although i speak 5 languages)

Part 1 Mike looked at himself in the mirror one last time before he left the bathroom. He was 6’2, 170 of muscle, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He looked like the stereotypical innocent jock next door. He was only in his jockstrap underwear, which barely contained his soft 5 in dick, which became 8.5-9 in long and Red Bull can thick when hard. Mike worked as a bartender with a promotion company that sent him all over the country working a few days to a few weeks at a time working various events, concerts, etc. His boss loved that he had a stud like Mike to put behind the bar to help with sales. Mike loved the tips he got, as he always made insane amounts. He also loved to travel as he was free most days to explore the city he was in at the time. The thing he loved most was that it allowed him his favorite hobby of all, pozzing neg men. While he seemed straight and narrow he was really a piggy poz fag that loved sharing his seed to those who asked for it and those who didn’t. He loved the women hitting on him and flirted with them to get the tips, but he always took a hot man home to drill and seed! This was the first trip he had taken in a few weeks and was ready to spread his toxic seed. He was already getting a little boned thinking of it as he got dressed. He was working a one week party event in Vegas. He knew there be tons of men to choose from to knock up tonight. He almost salivated at the idea. He left his hotel room, took the elevator to the main floor and walked to the party room he would be working that night to get things set up. Mike was ready to infect a hole, a willing one or an unknowing one, and tonight he would do just that! Part 2 coming soon.

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]

1) Pregnancy risks 2) Societal expectations/mores/norms/repression 3) Parental control 4) They’re also a little more particular than guys because of people like YOU, @SouthAsianGuy . BTW, vaginal anatomy is NOT as accommodating as anal anatomy. There’s no way you can get your whole arm into the former.

I think that women, from an early age are taught that sex is bad or wrong, and that they are perceived as being a slut if they give in to their sexual urges. On the other hand, men and boys are expected to "sow some wild oats," that is to have as much sex as possible. So, when it comes to gay men, almost all of us want the same thing, that is as much sex as possible. Add to that the fact that there are way more opportunities available to gay and bisexual men: sex clubs, gay bars, saunas, adult bookstores, adult theaters, etc., and it's natural to assume that men are sluttier then women.

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I miss Craigslist. I remember meeting guys on there at 17, and finally at 18, I lost my virginity to this slutty latin bottom with nipple piercings. We played safe at the time, however, it was the first time I got to rim a hole and I became addicted from there. 🤤🐽

Its good because its the only one around lol It's not bad I think, I go there pretty regularily. It has a bit of a bad rep which is only marginally warranted from what I can tell and yeah it's slower by far than anything in Toronto. However I its weird, on grindr or whatever you are always asked if it's busy there and truthfully alot of the time, no it's not. I hate that question because it's like this self fulfilling prophecy; you say 'no' it's not busy' then the person doesn't want to go. But how is it going to be busy if everyone isn't going just cuz they think no one else is. Kinda dumb if you ask me. Sorry for the slight rant but it'd be busy if everyone who asked just showed up. I'll prolly be there this coming thursday night

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Fags? You must be a troll.

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No, only the one known as "Lady Graham" who is known, and has been photographed with both porn and sex workers. I am sick and tired of people saying "oh no he doesn't", because in fact , he does. If BZ member want to believe that Lindsay Graham doesn't hire men for sex, go right ahead. I, FOR A FACT, know he does. I am just waiting for the Secret Service or members of the US Department of Justice knock on my door. Glad my I Phone still can produce reasonable facsimiles of "Lady Graham". Enough said....

I figure that he's (L.G.) waiting until retirement (one way or the other) to do what he can to stem the tide of rampant homophobia that seems to be overtaking his political party. It wouldn't surprise me at all if some of the worst of the gay-haters in the R party are, in fact, gay as a gaggle of geese. (how was that for dose of alliteration?) Frankly, it's as much tragic as anything else, that a gay man hitched his financial / career wagon to such an odious entity as the R party. Just ask the diddler-of-the-wrestling-team a couple of states north of S.C. That one's emotional health has been completely corrupted, stunted, shut-down. Point: When some measure of personal freedom is denied, there's always a price to be paid - individually, as a member of some group, or some other construct. Living a lie always corrupts the soul.

Part 16 Robert gave me his wide grin when he saw me in the doorway naked. (I'd looked through the peephole to make sure it was him before I opened the door.) “Damn, baby,” he said. “Looks like you're ready for me.” Then looking into my black dilated pupils he chuckled and added, “Yeah, looks like you're ready for sure.” He walked in and I quickly closed and locked the door behind him. Before I had turned all the way back around he grabbed me from behind and wrapping his arms around me turned my head back towards him and put his lips against mine and shoved his thick tongue into my mouth. I moaned against his lips and felt my cock reach full hardness at once. Finally ending the kiss he slid an arm around my waist and turned toward the bed where Greg was still sitting on Chad's hard raw cock. From the look on both of their faces they were not disappointed at all with seeing the sexy man who had just joined us. And they hadn't even seen him naked yet! Robert squeezed one of my asscheeks and whistled. “I was expecting just you and your little brother. But one more works for me. They're both hot as hell! Who's who?” I quickly made the introductions, explaining how Greg was an unexpected addition to the night, and telling Robert that Chad and I had both fucked him already. “And,” I said with a gleam in my eye, “Greg's married too. Just like me.” I knew Robert would like that. And he did. “Fucking hot!” he said. “Two hot sexy white married cheaters and one horny young twis*ed fucker into incest.” He eyed all three of us and asked if we wanted to take a few minutes to get acquainted first or if we were ready to get our orgy started. Chad, high as fuck already from the booze and drugs, and always the eager pig, didn't hesitate, saying, “We can get acquainted while we fuck and suck each other!” Robert laughed and looking at me said, “He's as sleazy as you told me!” “Even sleazier since I got him smoking tina earlier tonight,” I answered with a wide grin. “So fucking sweet,” he said giving me a quick kiss. “Guess I better get naked and join in the fun.” As he stepped away from me to get undressed I was surprised and turned on at the same time to see Greg raise up off of Chad's cock and quickly get off the bed and come over to Robert. “Let me help you,” he said huskily, and took hold of the bottom of Robert's tee shirt and pulled it up and over his head. “Mmmmm,” Greg moaned in appreciation at the hard muscled black body, and immediately started running his hands across Robert's flesh. Not wanting to be left out I'm sure, Chad walked over to Robert and Greg and dropping to his knees wasted no time unsnapping and unzipping his shorts, yanking them down to his feet. Robert was commando so as soon as his shorts were pulled down his huge black tool was poking into my little brother's face. With a deep growl Chad opened his mouth and started working to get as much of Robert's thickness into his mouth as he could. While Chad and Greg worked over Robert's naked chocolate flesh I grabbed the pipe and lighter and offered them to Robert. He looked at how I had the bowl full and said, “Looks like you remember what I taught you,” then flicked the lighter. As he inhaled I stared into his eyes and whispered, “Yeah, I remember everything you taught me and showed me.” Blowing out his first cloud he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. “Everything?” he asked. “Hell yeah!” I answered. “All of it!” Grinning, he took another big hit from the pipe and asked, “Do these fuckers know?” Chad and Greg were both on their knees now sharing the enormous cock between their lips. I was sure they weren't paying attention to our conversation but I still whispered as I answered Robert. “All they know so far is how you got me into doing meth and that it made me want your cock like fucking crazy!” “And everything I had to give you from my cock, right?”, he asked with a lewd growl. “Hell yes!” I answered. He blew out another cloud, kissed me and said, “I guess we'll find out if they want it as bad as you do.” He pulled on Chad's head to get his attention. “Why don't you get behind me and eat my hole, man? Let me see if you're as good at it as your big brother is.” He winked at me and I felt my heart beat increase. I knew that wasn't all Robert wanted to find out. Chad quickly scrambled on his knees and situated himself behind Robert. “Hot fucking ass!” he breathed as he grabbed Robert's hard globes and kneaded them. Leaning forward he ran his lips and tongue across the muscled cheeks as I watched him in anticipation. Suddenly, I saw his body stiffen and then he pulled back from Robert's ass. He looked at me with a face full of different emotions. Then he said to Robert while his eyes were still locked on mine, “Nice tattoo, dude. Does that mean what I think it means?” I knew he had seen Robert's scorpion tattoo and apparently knew what it meant. (to be continued)

Mike and Josh made their way to the strip to explore the sites. It was warm out so both were in basketball shorts and tshirts. Both were commando, as usual. After about an hour they happen to share an elevator with a hot couple. The black guy was in his thirties, great body, tall but not as tall as Mike, great smoke, and well built. The girl was in her 20s, had light brown skin, was short, thin, and had a nice fat ass. They were both a little tipsy. The girl flirting with both guys. They invited Mike and Josh to the bar in the lobby. As they drank and talked, the girl played with Joshes dick under the table. It was obvious and the guy didn’t care. He talked with Mike about working out and bro stuff. The guy went to the bathroom and while he was away the girl told Josh she wanted his dick. She then whispered to him (a loud drunk whisper) she wanted him to cum in her and that she wasn’t on the pill as she was trying to baby trap her bf. She asked Josh to take her back to his room. When her man came back to the table she told him that she was going back to the room. And left. Ten minutes later Josh excused himself. “She thinks she is slick. I know that white boy is going to fuck her. I know she takes all kinds of dick. Hell my brother fucked her.” The guy said after Josh left. Mike chuckled then went open mouth superseded when the guy continued “I am sterile and she ain’t getting no kids from me. She do get the bugs I get from taking guys dicks up my ass though. And if she ain’t got my poz baby yet she will soon.” ”You are poz? Gay?” Mike gasped out ”I am straight and love fucking pussy. But a big fat raw dick in me is what’s up. I got pozzed up by a rando a year ago. Never went on meds. Still only fuck chicks raw. Put my hiv in 15 girls since then.” ”Fuck yea man! Well I got a 8.5 in big poz non medicated dick if you want a recharge.” ”Hell yea! Let’s go back to my room.” Mike followed him up to his room. When they enter the room the big jock bitch guy turned into a bitch bottom. He begged to suck Mike’s dick and balls. He licked mikes sweaty pits. Ate his sweaty hole. Begged to be fucked as Mike ate his hole. Mike lined his big raw poz dick up to the guys wet puckered straight poz hole. “You ready to take this toxic dick and med resistant strain bitch?” ”Fuck yes! Knock my ass up with that poz white baby!” Mike spent 15 mins hate fucking the jock pussy. Fuck hard and deep. Tearing his hole as he plowed. The guy moaning and begging for his charged cum the whole time. “You ready to be recharged fag?” ”Fuck daddy impregnate me!! Make me you poz son!!” At those world Mike unleashed a massive orgasm and flood the jock ass full of his cum. The guy felt the warm explode in his hole and shot his own poz cum all over his and Mike chest. “I can’t wait to use your strain to knock up that whore your buddy is balls deep in!” “Fuck yea man!” Mike left the guy on the bed naked and full of his poz cum. Went back to his room and showered and changed. When he meet Josh at work they compared notes. The girl apparently was a freak. They didn’t last to even get to the room. Josh put 2 loads in her pussy in an alley. When see asked his name he gave her a fake. He was stoked Mike tagged the bf. They laugh and joked that they both have be knocked before the month was over. They went about their task to set up for the night. Mike was loving his trip so far.

My sexy tranny cumdump son literally sucked the cum out of my balls about an hour ago. Her throat is like a cum vacuum.

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.

Just found this story again, having first read it when it was freshly minted. It’s still one of my all time horniest reads on the site, and got me boned again as I smoke my pipe. Love the realism, tenderness and effortless corruption, as well as the creation of a new leather pipe cub. Thanks for writing this & I hope to read more from you soon.

Woofs! Pure Bred gshep loves and needs to have his tail bred over and over again! Am a poz/undetectable party slut in ontario canada. Msg me here or on telegram (@aspenhowler) anytime and lets have some sloppy fun!

Some men do reconize me from vids/pics or stories told by others when chatting online on gaychats. mostly positive reactions but not all, especially the rumors told by others are negative about being a STD / POZ slut.. i don't care at all about the negative reactions

I've got a fuck bud, 'the Cock' who hit me up this morning wanting to load me up after work. I never say no to this guy, he doesn't kiss, doesn't want foreplay, just shoves his cock in my jockstrapped arse, fucks a load in and leaves. Sometimes he just undoes his fly and fucks me, minimal lube, at my front door. I was feeling particularly filthy today so I messaged him back, saying of course and did he want another guys cum as lube. Fuck yeah, was the response, so I sent him a new photo of my arse to keep him horny until 6. I live around the corner from my local sauna, I know, too fucking handy, so I knew where I'd be heading that afternoon. I arrived at around 1pm, already showered and cleaned out and was about to open my locker when my phone pinged with a WhatsApp message from him, "Keep me updated on the cum situation". Knowing he was in his office, horny and hard ramped up my hormones and I quickly undressed, grabbed my poppers and lube and headed downstairs to the fuck benches and glory holes. Two guys were wanking their cocks watching porn, an older guy, heavy set in his 60's and a younger guy in his 40's. I fucked into the glory holes and the younger guy immediately got up and positioned his cock through the hole, I set to work sucking his cock, no easy task when you're 5'6", and he soon gestured me to carry on sucking his cock on the bench. He was being quite verbal, all suck my cock Daddy and I asked him if he fucked, he said yes, but it was too early. Just as he did a young guy sat down next to us, maybe 30, sporting a beautiful 8" cock. The guy calling me Daddy told me to start sucking the other guys cock so I started, taking the whole thing down my throat, this completely set the other guy off and the next thing I knew his cock was pushing at my hole and fucking like a madman, calling me Boy, now . The best part of getting fucked is knowing that some stranger is flooding your guts, especially when it's the first one of the day. Next stop, the steam room, I fucking love it in there. It was quiet, just a guy about 6'4" and a younger hairy cub, I was straight onto the big guys cock with my mouth, feeling up his hairy tits and hoping he was going to be the next cock up my twitching hole. He asked if he could fuck me, so of course I agreed. He only fucks with condoms which was a little disappointing so he went off to get one. In the meantime I set to work on the cubs cock. He asked me if the big guy was coming back to fuck me and I said yes, he asked if he could watch and I said I'd carrying on sucking his cock during it, he seemed keen! Big guy came back and liked what he saw so I pushed a bit of cum out for lube, for a condom queen he really fucking liked that and grunted as he breached my ring, I grunted as best I could around the cock in my throat. He was pounding away for a bit but said I was too small for him to get a good angle and could I get on the bench, that would mean I couldn't carry on sucking the cub but he didn't care, he said he got a better angle to see that big cock go in my wee arse. Big guy carried on fucking me, I was loving it but really wished he was raw. Suddenly he took his cock out and at first I thought he was the quietest cummer ever but the cub blurts out, Fuck yeah, raw fuck him! Big guy grabs my hips and punches into my hole, jack rabbit fucking me and he cried out came, over and over. With the obligatory, thanks mate, over my shoulder I went to my locker, not even pretending to cover myself with my towel. I checked my phone, message from the cock, Are you getting loaded? I replied yes, then went off to the dark room… Older guy from downstairs that watched me getting fucked was there so I thought I might as well see if he was up for it and turned to the wall and stuck my arse out, in the centuries old invite to fuck. Sure enough his cock was in my hole and cumming in 2 minutes flat, I didn't care, at that point it was about loads not my pleasure, I knew at get enough of that from the Cock later. Hung about in the dark room for a bit and another older guy came in, same story, same outcome but slight hornier because I didn't have my glasses on and it was dark so I really didn't have a clue what he looked like, especially since my back was turned. Fucking whore. Time for a rest and Wednesdays are £20 and free drink and free bottle of (rancid) poppers so I settled down for a cold beer, towel strategically placed under my puffy hole. I had my phone and got a message from the Cock to say he was going to finish work early, didn't see that coming… Back downstairs to see if I could get one last load before home but it was dead. As per instructions I wasn't to shower and was to keep asuch cum in me as possible. I got home got naked except for a jockstrap as usual, come to think of it I don't think he's ever seen my cock! Message from the cock, 10 minutes. True to form, 5 minutes later the buzzer goes and I'm at my front door like a good slut in my jockstrap, waiting for the lift. He's walking towards me with lust in his eyes, he barely looks at mine, we're in the door the slightest peck on my lips but his hands are already exploring my arse and turning me around. Have you been a fucking slut for this afternoon, whoring your cunt around the sauna? Yeah, just the way you like it, I replied. With that he's shoved his cock inside me, him fully dressed, me dressed like a desperate rent boy. He has a beautiful cock, 7", thick with an incredibly horny, meaty foreskin. I'm leaning against the wall, hands in front of me pushing back on each thrust and wondering if he was going to finish the job there and then, when he quickly pulls out heads to the bedroom, with following behind, trying to keep my hole shut. He undresses and turns me around so I'm supporting myself with my arms and punches in again, fucking me deep and congratulating me on taking all of him. Then he's got me on my back and is even deeper, both of us high on poppers and him just using my hole slamming in and out and reducing me to quietly grunting fuck hole. I want you to sit on my cock. He pulls out and we both see blood on his dick. Doesn't stop us, if anything it just makes it hornier. I'm totally flying at this point and riding his cock, squeezing on the upstroke and bottoming out on the downstroke, telling him how much I love his cock and how I was going to keep his cum inside me after he'd gone. Oh fuck! He says, I want to go out commando in your shorts go somewhere straight and push some out so it runs down your leg. Yes, sir, I'll message you when I'm doing it. This sent him over the edge and he's loading me with ropes of cum. Got dressed, quick peck and fucks off. Perfect fuck bud. There's an extremely straight pub along the road, you know the kind football and rugby fans flock there on match days. Off I went, ordered a pint pushed out some cum, we all know what that sounds like and drank my pint with cum snaking down my leg. The Cock's response? Good lad.

I don't know why my comment has been downvoted by someone, but I quite simply meant that PrEP is the first option to come to mind, if the obsession to bareback becomes reality and continues, whilst still very much wanting to remain HIV-.

I've always had a thing for older men. I don't know if I like 70 and older, but it depends on the man. Some are more attractive than anyone in their 20s. It started in high school when I had a crush on one of my teachers. I used to dream of him cornering me in the classroom, locking the doors, and bending me over the desks. Secretly, I wanted him to be my first. I'd say another 5-10 other older men fit into this category throughout my teenage years and into college. I'm not sure why this specific attraction exists, but it does. There are several men on BZ that fall into the category of "older" who are incredibly hot and I'd be lucky to meet. If you've read my "From Pastor to Pozzed Hole" story, you see the attraction in Dominic.

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

Me sucking the cop cum out.

The Intern Part 9 It was 9:32 p.m. and Kellen stood naked in front of his mirror. He had spent the better part of the last two hours making sure he was ready for his evening with James Thomas. Despite the borderline abuse he had received in his boss’ office, he kept going back to two moments that made him forgive the physicality: Their first kiss and the way James ran his finger along his naked body, with him eventually gently holding his chin. He felt wanted, desired, something he had never felt with any other sexual partner before. Yeah, James was a little rough with him, but it felt more right than wrong. And here he was, styling his hair for the 9thtime after changing outfits for the 8th. Kellen had no idea what to expect of the evening, but he wanted it, needed it. From the minute he left the Landis Institute it was as if a sexual awakening had occurred and he yearned for more, whatever that meant. Over the next hour Kellen checked and re-checked the estimated time it would take his Lyft to get from his place to DuPont Circle: 14 minutes. So at 10:40 Kellen requested his ride and at just after 10:56 p.m. Kellen stood in front James’ home and waited until it was exactly 11:00 p.m. He debated on whether he should knock or ring the bell and decided on the bell. *Ding - dong* He waited. And waited. And waited. It was now 11:06 p.m. Kellen leaned to his left and tried seeing through the window shades. And although the lights were on, he observed no movement. “Should I ring it again?” he thought. But after considering it for just a moment, he decided against it. Although he didn’t really know too much about James Thomas, he knew he was a man who did things his own way, and not wanting to possibly annoy or bother him, Kellen took a seat on the front steps and waited. Kellen checked his phone. It was 11:12 p.m. He sighed a heavy sigh and thought that maybe this was all too good to be true (a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him this was a good thing; he didn’t need to be here in the first place, especially after being expertly back-handed earlier in the day.) Though it was still hot and slightly humid, Kellen decided he’d walk back to his place and get to know the neighborhood. No sooner than he stood did the front door swing open. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” James barked at the boy. Kellen turned, surprised. “Umm, nowhere, Sir. I was just stretching my legs.” James stood in the door frame, backlit from the foyer lighting wearing only a pair of dark green gym shorts. He was somewhere between wiry and muscly. Every muscle seemed defined, but just so. He had a very light coat of dark hair that tapered down from this chest to a treasure trail. Kellen couldn’t take his eyes of this perfect looking specimen. James observed the effect he was having on Kellen and considered the kid’s answer to his question. “Get up here.” Kellen bounded up the steps and stood directly in front of James, proud of how quick and obedient he had been. James smiled, disarming the kid and went in as if to reward him with a kiss, a kiss the kid so desperately wanted. Kellen was more than pleased and wanted nothing more than to kiss this man in front of him. But instead of kissing him, James leaned into his left ear and at the same time grabbed a handful of the kid’s cock through his pants and squeezed hard and whispered, “If you ever fucking lie to me again, it will be the last thing you ever do.” He squeezed harder. Kellen yelped and tried backing away, but James held tight and continued the menacing whisper, “You’re nothing. You suck dick like a goddamned amateur and then you have the balls to lie to my face all while running up my steps like a fucking retarded puppy. Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You. Are?” James released the boy and walked into his house, leaving Kellen on the front porch, front door wide open. It was like déjà vu. Kellen felt as if he was reliving his first interaction with James. But although he had felt just and dejected and more worthless than before, he followed James into his house and quietly closed the door behind him. James’ home was nothing like James himself. The inside was bright, warm and welcoming. Hardwood floors colored of deep brown contrasted by bright walls decorated with subtle, yet inviting art. Trying to absorb as much detail as possible. Past the foyer and deeper into the house, Kellen noticed the deep brown of the banister that complimented the stairs that matched the hardwood floors. He took a few steps forward to see where the stairs ended but was brought back to reality. “In here, boy.” Kellen turned to his left and walked into what must have been the living room and quickly became self-conscious. Sitting on the large couch was James, flanked by two other impressive looking men. On the right was a man who looked tall, even when sitting down. Like James, this man was wearing only a pair of shorts. Kellen noticed the brown hair on his arms and legs, not too much, not too little, just right, but his chest and abdomen were completely hairless. Does this dude have an 8-pack, Kellen thought? This man was an Adonis. Where James was lithe, this man was all power and muscle. Kellen looked him over and he could have sworn the Adonis winked at him. On the left was an equally as imposing man, but he was definitely of Latin decent. He was in shorts and tank top, but the only visible hair, other than the shaggy black mop on his head was a neatly trimmed black goatee. While not as solid and built as the Adonis, this Latin God was no slouch and his various tattoos only complimented his physique. The Latin God flicked a torch and brought a long glass pipe, with rounded end up to his sensuous lips and held the flame just below the rounded end of the pipe and gently rolled it back and forth. “This,” James motioning to the Latin God, “is Roland.” Roland released a large plume of white smoke. It seemed quite impossible that such a large cloud was held in a single pair of lungs. “You party, faggot?” Roland asked. James answered for him. “He does. Don’t you, faggot?” Kellen wasn’t sure what to say, but decided it was best to agree with James. “Yes, Sir.” James flashed a smile that made Kellen melt just a little bit more. But despite what he had just said, Kellen had not so much as smoked a cigarette in his entire life. He drank booze, yes, but that was the extent of what he partook in. He’d seen his classmates smoke pot and do lines of coke, but this odd pipe was new to him. “Atta boy. I’m glad we are on the same page,” James said, taking the pipe from Roland, repeating the same motions and producing a cloud as equally as large. “I heard you were late today, boy. Is that true?” the words coming from the Adonis, who had taken the pipe from James and followed suit. Click. Hiss. Inhale. Exhale. With a combination of the three large clouds dissipating in front of him, Kellen considered the question. “Did James tell these guys I was late? What the hell?” he thought to himself, but knew he had to answer, both quickly and truthfully. “Yes, Sir. I was late.” Kellen glanced at James, then at Roland. Both men were staring right back at him. “Come here. Come stand right in front of me. Let me see if what James said was correct.” Kellen took a half-dozen steps forward and stood before the Adonis. Kellen was close enough to him that he was practically between his well-defined legs. He reached forward and ran his hands up the kid’s thighs, over his hands then up the forearms to his slight biceps before he stood up, causing Kellen to step back just a bit. This Adonis was a giant. 6’4” and all muscle, Kellen couldn’t help but inhale deeply. This was a man’s man. The towering figure then held Kellen’s chin with his fingertips. But with James, who was gentle, this man was assertive and firm as he tipped the kid’s head back to make sure their eyes were locked. “Being late is unacceptable,” He stepped closer, running one hand through Kellen’s hair, coming to rest on his shoulder. “But nothing on this earth makes me happier than punishing faggots like you the best way I know how.” Kellen physically shuddered. His touch. His words. His smell. His presence. All this built on the sensations he experienced with James in his office only hours before. But this man, this Man was more than anything Kellen had ever experienced. He knew, then and there, he was heading down a path that would change him forever. “Pipe.” The Adonis demanded. Without looking he extended his hand left, waiting for the pipe to be placed in it. “Open up.” Kellen obliged as the thin, odd pipe was placed to his lips. Inwardly, he began to panic. I can’t be doing this, he said to himself. But yet, the man had a power over him that he was more than happy to submit to, even if that meant ingesting drugs for the first time in his young life. Kellen reached up to hold the pipe but was cut short. “You just stay still, boy. I’ll do most of the work for now. You just do as your told and enjoy it, okay?” Arms to his side, pipe held to his lips, Kellen made eye contact and gave a slight nod. “Good boy. When I say so, you just act like you’re sipping your favorite drink through a new kind of straw,” the Adonis’ voice lowered. “And don’t you fucking dare stop or exhale until I say so.” The kid understood that this man and James were cut from the same cloth, and Roland too, probably. Click. Hiss. Kellen felt the man twist the pipe slightly left, then right. Left, then right. The faintest wisp of smoke began to escape an opening at the rounded end of the pipe. Left, then right. “Go. Slow and easy,” he commanded. Kellen followed this man’s orders as best as he could. He inhaled and inhaled and inhaled until he felt like he was running out of breath. The Adonis studied the boy as he inhaled. He knew he couldn’t push him too hard. Pain and pleasure were inexplicably linked, and no other substance like Tina helped bridge the two in the most perfect way possible. This kid was going to experience the pain, but the pleasure would be his reward. “Stop.” He withdrew the pipe. “Hold it in.” He brought the pipe to his own lips and expertly hit it, exhaling directly in Kellen’s face, which was turning red, eyes slightly bulging. “Exhale, faggot.” Kellen’s plume was nowhere as large as those of the three men he saw before, but he was proud that he was able to follow directions. He looked up at the Man expectantly, but it was Roland who chimed in. “Fucking weak. I hear you can’t even suck dick, and now I see you can’t even hit a pipe. James was right, you’re useless.” Roland stood and removed his tank top, revealing a sculpted body, covered in tattoos, eyes wild. He stepped up to Kellen, and moved behind him, sandwhiching the kid. One hand snaked its way under the front of his shirt and found his left nipple and pinched it. Anticipating some sort of noise from the kid, his left hand covered his mouth, muffling the objection. “Look at him,” Roland said, pinching harder. “You know who that is, right?” Kellen shook his head as best as he could, feeling Roland’s hand release his nipple and move over to the right, repeating the same painful action. James, still on the couch, stood and grabbed Kellen’s right hand, and lifted it toward the Adonis. “Say hello to Montgomery Landis, faggot.” Montgomery met Kellen’s hand with his own and shook his hand. But what started out as a normal handshake, turned into a vice-grip that seemed intent on crushing every bone in his hand. Kellen fell to his knees, hand still being crushed by Montgomery, when it finally clicked. Landis. The Landis Institute. The Adonis before him was THE Montgomery Landis. Both James and Roland laughed as Kellen struggled through the pain, “Argg,” was all the boy could muster before Montgomery finally let go, Twice in one day his hands were the target of intense pain. These Men were definitely cut from the same, sadistic cloth. “Look at me,” Montgomery said. Kellen, left hand massaging the right, looked up and was rewarded with a wad of spit that landed in the crook of his right eye. “Pain and pleasure, faggot,” he squatted down and reached for Kellen’s right hand, “are one in the same.” Even squatting, he towered over Kellen. Although the pain was less than before, it was still very much present as Montgomery gently pulled it forward and kissed the aching palm, kissing down the middle three fingers until he reached the tips. With his lips on the tips, Montgomery looked Kellen in the eye and began to open his mouth and gently sucked and licked them, watching Kellen’s eyes experience the sensation of pain turning to pleasure. There was a slight *clink to Kellen’s right as Montgomery released his hand and all three men made their way back to the couch. “Light up, faggot. You’re going to hit that fucking pipe until you blow a cloud we are all satisfied with." It was James who said this, while tweaking his nipples, wicked grin on display. Kellen fumbled with the lighter due to his aching hand and brought the pipe to his lips as he saw the three men begin to stroke their cocks through the shorts. He was theirs, and he knew it.

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

And now part two -------------------- He grabs some toilet paper and wipes his ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. His heart begins to race all over again as he realizes how much his neg hole has been torn. That even now Frank’s Poz Swimmers were boring into his body and infecting him. As He stand there wiping his crack, He decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on his clothes, goes back to Nathan's room and lies on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is his fault? After all, He was attracted to Frank. Hell, when He saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, He was spellbound. He’d never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why He needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why was he upset? He should be happy! Frank obviously liked Adam as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked his mouth and ass. Made Adam his. Adam wonders if the real problem is that he’s having trouble coping with the fact that he’s just taken Poz cum and his mind is trying to sort through everything it’s feeling. It's all rushing at Adam and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire he about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, He wishes his Grandpa were here so He could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what he’s experiencing and thinking. He’s sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But he’s alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even his Nathan. So He sits here alone thinking about what just happened and as He does, something strange happens. Adams’ cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over his shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, his body likes what happened, even if his mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. Adam just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in his ass and shot his diseased cum. Fuck. Why the hell was he upset? This was the whole reason behind his visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so his Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked Adam but then who cares! He has Poz cum in Adams’ ass. That's all that really matters. As He thinks about Frank fucking his big cock into his hole, He strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from Adams’ ass and wipe the slime over his full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on him, He want some more. More Poz cum in Adams’ ass and almost involuntarily He pull his asslips apart and moan. He think about Frank fucking his big cock into his ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " he’s so lost in desire that He doesn't notice the door opening and before He can react, hear his Nathan's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" He quickly right myself and Nathan just stands there watching as He pull his shorts back on. He make up some excuse about being horny but he's having none of that. He tells Adam he saw cum oozing from Adams’ ass. "I've seeded enough holes in his lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you his boy, have been fucked!" Nathan looks back down at him inquisitively but demanding and so he tells him. He tells him how Frank fucked his black Poz cock into his ass and how much it hurt, how he was fucked till his ass bled and then was filled up with the Toxic black DNA of Franks Poz Pecker. “I was so scared Granddad, I, I was terrified even though I thought about becoming poz for years. I jacked off to it, fantasized about it, but up until today I never would have actually done it.” Nathan tries to hide the smile; he tries to look concerned for Adam, but inside all he can feel is joy that his Grandson has finally got past his fears, one step closer to accepting his family’s legacy. “And now my boy? Now that you got your Neg Cherry busted open wide? Now how do you feel?” Adam smiled gently and wrapped his arms around his thin Granddad. “Oh Granddad!! I feel free at last, I, I don’t need to hold back,! I know he pozed me up, I’m sure of it.. I’m so sorry it wasn’t you who did it, but..” He paused and began to turn around “I’m ready now… Please will you fuck me now?" Nathan grins and stares back at his grandson full of lust. Deep inside he gives a woop of success, still trying to hold back his excitement as he tells Adam yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position, its time for a nice Family fuck, boy. Spread your ass cheeks for me, show me that ruined ass boy, show me the hole that needs your Granddads demon seed so bad." Adam pulled his asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed, his ass high in the air behind his Grand Dad. He felt Nathan's fingers prying at his hole and then pushing two of them inside of Adam. The fingers were swirled around In the thick toxic soup of Franks cum, the nails occasionally scratching the protective inner lining of Adam’s Ass. Finally Nathan pulled them out and then lapping at the juices on grunted. “Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" He said before bending over. Adam though he was going to be fucked, but his Granddad had another surprise in mind. "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " His Grandpa had buried his face in Adams’ neg hole and was licking out Adams’ cum filled ass. Sucking around Adams’ neg hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of Adams’ neg hole like some sort of thick bubbly slime. For Adam, who had never been rimmed before, He’d expected it would feel so amazing and he never expected his Grandpa would be his first. Nathan, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of the cum, although unknown to Adam, the seed had a secret he would soon have to be told about. Nathan pulled back and admired the puffy gaping hold, streaks’ of crimson still oozed out from tears in the ass. He had to admit that his Partner had definitely done a good job of ripping his grandson's ass right up, just as he’d planned. Good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Nathan was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the countless others that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Nathan had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So he got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. That he was going to fuck him to death. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't care, he knew his Grandson would need this, he would thank him for this in time. How could anyone refuse such a Gift as he was preparing after all... He lunged at the hole and fucked his big pozcock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain as his Death Dick sawed in and out of the freshly fucked ass. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... After a while the cries of pain gave way to soft sobs of pleasure, and finally gentle moans of lust. After a while Nathan hear his boy weeping, at first he was genuinely concerned before he heard what Adam was saying… “Thank you, thank you so much Grandpa, I’m sorry though, I’m so sorry you couldn’t ne the one to poz! That I’ve already been fucked up!” Nathan said nothing, keeping his death dick lodged all the way up the raw pussy as Adam continued to babble. “I wanted this to be special! If, If only I wasn’t so afraid early I would have been able to come to you first!” Adam sobbed before finally calming down. Nathan groaned and smiled. Well… He supposed it was time to own up and tell Adam all of his Secrets. “Shhhh, it’s ok boy, it really is… There something I need to tell you boy, I’ve been a bit naughty with you, in fact, in a way, I’ve set all of this up…” Nathan said, as Adam shifted under him, his ass still full of pozcock. Nathan kep talking as he started to grind his hips again. “You see, Frank and I, we are actually more than old friends, we’re partners. You see, I actually was the one who Pozzed Frank up many many years ago. Frank always was proud of his body, and started a heavy regiment of anti-HIV Medication right away.” Adam seemed to come out of his fuck haze for a moment. “What do you mean? He’s got AID doesn’t he?” Nathan laughed. “Well yes boy, but his count is so low it’s almost non existent. You see boy, despite him fucking the shit out of you and pumping a gallon of fuck slop up that ass of yours, it would be a one hell of a long shot for you to have actually got his Virus.” Nathan said, picking up the pace, his aged Pecker growing ever harder. “So you see boy, your ass is probably still pure and neg. Probably not a trace of virus inside of it… Yet.” Nathan slammed his hips in and began to saw his cock cruelly again. “But you see, while Frank is on meds, I’m not, I’ve been incubating a strain of Demon Seed of such Potency that it will make your head spin. Once I fuck you boy, there’s not going to be ANY doubt about your status. My Dick is a fucking gun loaded with death boy. So, I’m going to be the one to Poz you after all.” He said and leaned in close to his Grandsons ear.. “Now, beg for it…” Adam totally lost it. "Fuck me Grandpa, oh god Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear this neg hole up! Fuck me with your big Dick of DEATH! I want it so bad... No I need it! Please fill me up with your Virus!" Adam gripped the bed sheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which in many ways he would no doubt become in time as his mind began to foresee his future. A future of getting ass fucked by these AIDS ridden beasts, of being passed around from one Diseased dick to another. And he wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole that was tearing up the inside of his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. It felt so good having Nathan's cock finally in his ass. He loved each thrust as He felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into Adams’ neg hole. The knowledge that his ass WAS still Neg, that his Grandfather WOULD be the one to convert him, to corrupt his body and soul, it thrilled his soon to be polluted mind as he pushed back hard onto every inch of the lethal cock so it embedded itself once more in Adams’ ass. Nathan, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and pumping it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Nathan liked tight holes. Problem was that good-looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Nathan knew as much, but it would be a small price to pay for brining his Grandson into the family business Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be.. “Just keep going son, give into your Gran Daddies AIDS Dick!” Nathan moaned as he started a stream of dirty toxic talk. “You think Jimmy runs this place? He and his partner may OWN It, but your Grandpa is REALLY In charge here. After all, who do you think it was that got Jimmy Poz?” He said, driving his cock in at a new angle, brusing Adams inside even more. “Years ago I decided that after I got AIDS, that I was going to make myself a little Poz Playground for sicko’s like myself. One by one I’ve corrupted and pozed the workers here, converting all of them to my way of thinking… Most places like this try and take Poz people and get them healthy, well my new slut, we take healthy people and infect them with the Bug!” He bellowed, shoving his cock into the root. Adam through back his head and whimpered in pain but kept going. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Nathan gripped his waist and sunk all of his deadly diseased deathdick deep into his young grandson's innocent hole yet again; savoring every moment. Nathan fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause I’m halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Nathan thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. “I’m, getting close boy! Gran Daddy is gonna poz his little boy up good!” That's when it happened. Nathan felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back he unloaded his virulent AIDS seed into grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another, and this time, highly infectious load of toxic diseased cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and his HIV laden cum shoot out of the tip like rapid fire bullets of death; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Nathan sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa’s hairy hole. Nathan shuddered and moans as he felt his tight puckered poz hole pushed open by his grandsons cock. Adam, totally lost in the moment, poz cum dribbling out of his ruined hole, fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Nathan grunted as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Nathan's ass. It was an orgasm unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Nathan had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together.