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**** Part 2 **** The sleet and snow was pattering against the bedroom window now. The outside world was cold, hard and uninviting. Inside was warm, cosy and the bed comfortable. Peter lay on his side propping his head on his arm still spent from breeding me and watching us. I was now face down, Paul behind me prising my arse cheeks apart greedily felching his lovers seed from my hole. It felt so good, so intimate. I was able to move over slightly, without disturbing him, and took Peters now semi hard cock in my mouth. It tasted of his poz sperm, my arse and slightly of the lube he'd used on me. At the root of his cock and on his scrotum there were traces of my blood. As eagerly as Paul was cleaning my hole I was cleaning Peters cock. I was in heaven. Paul began rubbing his hands along the crack of my arse and then inserted a couple of fingers inside me. With his fingers covered in the mix of fluids he offered them to Peter who took his hand and greedily sucked his fingers clean. Paul began to move up onto my back and Peter gave us both a cheeky lustful grin. He knew his lover well and I suspected the whole scenario we were playing out this afternoon had be planned and acted on before. I could now feel Paul's cock head on the entrance of my hole. Then he slowly pushed himself inside me. He was slightly bigger than Peter and even that slight difference was noticeable in my tortured hole. My sphincter felt as if stretched to its limit and his length seemed to reach a part of me deeper than any man had reached before. Peter moved around so his head was now at the same end of the bed as ours. He said "The initial purpose of your visit has been achieved. You have our babies inside you. They'll grow and occupy you body forever. Now it's time to celebrate the conception and and fuck for pleasure" He leaned forward and we began to kiss passionately as Paul began to fuck me. He moved himself in and out of me, slowly at first before picking up speed. I felt totally under the spell of these two men. Completely and willingly dominated by them. Paul fucked me for around ten minutes. The sensations I was getting from his cock inside me were glorious. Peters sperm was the perfect lube. Then he couldn't hold off any longer. I felt his body tense and he pushed his cock as hard and deep as he could before he cried out and injected a huge wad of his poz sperm into me, mixing his own seed with Peters ejaculate. He seemed to orgasm for a few minutes before collapsing beside me the bed. Peter leaned over and cleaned his lovers cock. I joined Peter and licked the mix of juices from Pauls balls. Then Peter and I kissed sharing the succulent combination and mixing it in each others mouths with ours tongues. Peter caressed my cock and then began to stroke it gently. "We want to milk you of your negative seed, so your balls can start making seed with our DNA" This got me as hard as I have ever been. Paul shuffled over on the bed and took my cock in his mouth. "Just let it go, your last neg load" It didn't take long. Both men took turns in sucking my cock before I couldn't hold off any longer. Peter was recipient of the first of the sperm I ejaculated then Paul got the rest. There was quite alot so, more than enough for both of them. By now it was early evening. The light outside had gone and weather deteriorated further. The mixture of sleet and snow anywhehad turned purely to snow and was accumulating on the road and pavement. Thankfully I wasn't going anywhere. I was very happy to stay right here.

The weather that afternoon was miserable. Sleet, snow and an ice cold wind blowing down the narrow streets as I made my way from Earls Court tube station to the address I'd been given. Although well wrapped against the cold I was shivering from the cold, or the anticipation I couldn't decide. Probably a little of both. I was a nervous as I could possibly be. I still could change my mind and go home but I'd come this far, not in distance, but in my determination and desire. As I got closer to the address both seemed to be disappearing and the shivering and nervousness increasing dramatically. I turned into King Street and now shacking visibly. If anyone had seen me they would have thought I was going through serious drug withdrawal. I was outside number 72 now, my intended destination. It was a large Edwardian terraced house with half a dozen steps leading up to an imposing front door with peeling green paint and a large brass door knocker. I was here to meet, we'll call them Peter and Paul as to give their real names would be inappropriate. A middle aged married couple who were HIV positive, not on meds and detectable. I had been corresponding over a few weeks after contacting them on NKP. They said they wanted to pass on their genes while they could to men who would be sure to then intern pass it onto to other willing participants. I had been contemplating being converted for a very long time. At first just as fantasy, a fetish, then as time went by a real desire which became stronger and stronger. I started having risky bareback with random guys occasionally then regularly. It had still been a fantasy and afterward felt guilty and regretted I taken the risk. However the more I took the chance the more the desire grew. I was convinced that each time I was tested at the clinic I would be positive. The relief I wasn't was real and yet still the desire was there. The last two times I attended the clinic I was actually disappointed I was still negative. It was after the last test that I decided I wanted to chase properly. Now, outside the address, it wasn't a fantasy anymore. If I used the old brass door knocker and went inside the tatty green door there was no turning back. I used the knocker. The man who answered the door was about my height and incredibly thin. His blue/grey eyes were slightly cloudy, his grey hair was thinning and as he shook my hands I could feel the bones in his fingers. He wore a dark silk dressing gown and I noticed that the front was beginning to tent where his cock would be. "So you really came. Not many do you know. I'm Peter, Paul is upstairs come on up" He was incredibly well spoken with a sleazy twang to his voice. The house inside did not bear any resemblance to how it appeared outside. The interior was very tastefully decorated, although a little dated, with plush carpets, light expensive looking, wooden furniture and as we entered the lounge, a huge black leather sofa and two chairs. Paul was reclining on the sofa and was completely naked. He had a larger built than Peter but was of a similar age. I later leaned Peter was 68 and Paul 66. He was completely shaved and hairless and his cock which was semi hard was about 8". "So, you really came" said Paul, with a similar sleazy upper class accent. "Not many do" At which point Peter laughed and said he'd uttered exactly the same words at the door. Paul said "So, you know there's no going back after this" a his cock jumped a little all the time stiffening. I was still shacking a little with apprehension but the heat of the room was comforting. "I know what I want, I'm desperate to be converted, I've never wanted anything so badly" Peter had moved to the arm of the sofa and sat on it. As he did so, his dressing gown fell to one side and his now fully erect cock was visible. For such a slight man his phallus looked out if proportion with his body. He was at least 9" and thick. "You'd better take your clothes off then" said Paul. "Yes, let's see what we're dealing with" said Peter. I could feel my face reddening but I wanted their cocks badly. My own was stiffening in my tight jeans, so much so it was getting painful. I knew I was a little chubby and purposely removed my jeans first as so as not to have to bend over with my coat and top off as my belly would look worse. They made no comment as I removed my sweater and stood in my briefs. Then Paul said "Come on don't be shy we're going to see alot more of you soon" I dropped my briefs. I was fully hard now as I stood in the middle of the room. Peter stood and walked towards me. "I'll ask you once more and I won't ask again. You want us to poz you, your sure" I felt hot and was sweating and very turned on. I knew it was my destiny and looking at these two waisted men, I knew I wanted them more than anything I have ever wanted. "Yes, I'm positive" Peter laughed "Well hopefully you will be after today" Paul gave a giggle as well. I could see the humour and it made me feel a little more at ease. Peter stroked my cock very lightly underneath and it jerked from the attention. Then moved his hand and slid his finger between my buttocks, leant forward and kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue into mouth. I actually felt a little weak at the knees and completely submissive. Paul came over and took my right hand in his and began leading me out of the lounge and into a bedroom with a super king-size bed in the centre of the room. Both men were fully erect now and clearly ready to breed me. Peter pushed me onto the bed face down. He knelt behind me pulled my legs and my buttocks apart a immediately stuck his tongue in my hole. Paul knelt in front of me and presented his cock to my mouth. It really was beautiful. I eagerly took it into my mouth tasting the salty pre cum. Because I knew it was poz it tasted wonderful. Peter roughly pushed a couple of fingers deep into my hole without any warning. His nails tearing at the soft tissue inside me. I let out a small gasp at the inevitable pain. "No pain, mo gain" said Peter as he repeated the procedure then reached into a bedside cabinet and produced a bottle brush. Paul removed his cock from my mouth and Peter roughly inserted the round brush into me. He quickly pushed it in and out causing a burning pain inside me and bringing tears to my eyes. He did this about a dozen times then removed it. He then held it so Paul and I could see it. The bristles were mostly pink with a few dots of bright red blood on them. "That should be sufficient " said Paul. Peter then grabbed my legs and pulled me downward to the edge of the bed so my knees were on the floor and my body prone on the bed. I was so turned on now. God this is it, this really happening, I'm going to impregnated, bred, pozzed, given the gift. I was surprised to feel a squirt of lube on my hole. I thought they would fuck me dry. It felt cold and wonderful as Peter pushed it inside me with two fingers then three, adding a little more lube as he did so. Then he mounted me. I felt the head of his poz cock push past and stretch my sphincter. He pushed in right up to the hilt as deep as he could, then began fucking me in earnest. Hard and fast. In my minds eye I could see his cock inside me, thrusting into soft, bloody tissue. Paul was encouraging him "That's it give it to him make him ours. Give his our babies" I could sense the excitement in his voice as he watched his partner ruining me. Peter stopped and both of them turned me over so I was now now on my back. Paul pulled me further up the bed by my arms and Peter got between my legs, lifted them onto his shoulders and mounted me again. Sweat was glistening on his AIDS emaciated body as fucked me. He was beautiful. He fucked me like this for at least another ten minutes before it was obvious he was about to ejaculate his sperm, his poz sperm inside me. His face screwed up and he gave one more hard thrust as his sperm impregnated me. In my minds eye I could see individual sperm swimming inside me and finding the small cuts and abrasions. Their tiny tails forcing themselves into my bloodstream, the virus inside them eventually inhabiting every cell in my being. Peter lay on me completely spent. His mouth found mine and we kissed passionately. Paul joined us and the three of us kissed. I felt satisfied, free, complete. *****To be continued**** *****

I met Jack a couple of years ago when many of the lockdown restrictions were still in place and we started chatting on one of the Apps. He was a very fit looking 19 year old ginger lad and he told me was a student coming towards the end of his first year at university. Because of the pandemic, he had to stay at home with his parents and study online instead of going away to university. He told me how much he had been looking forward to getting away from home and going to university and how disappointed he was at having to spend another year at home. He told me he wasn't very experienced and also told me he was into older guys and then our chat became a bit more personal and then a bit more explicit. We had swapped a few pictures and he told me how much he loved my hairy chest and how much he wanted to feel it against his body. He also told me that he really liked the pictures of my cock and how much he wanted to feel it up his arse. He had sent me a few pictures of his arse and one of him pulling his cheeks apart to expose his ginger hole and I told him how much I would love to fuck him. Later on that night he messaged me and told me he was having a wank and fingering his arse as he imagined my big daddy cock fucking him. We chatted a number of times over the next few weeks and our chats became more and more explicit and then, when some of the restrictions were lifted, he asked if we could meet up. He said it was difficult for him to get away from home, but Saturday mornings were good for him and we arranged to meet up the following week. When he arrived he was even better looking than his pictures suggested. He had a really nice smile and a compact, chunky body with a fantastic arse and I couldn't wait to see him out of his clothes. Almost as soon as he was in the door he pulled me towards him and kissed me and before long we were in the bedroom both stripping off our clothes . His body was really smooth, with just a few hairs on his chest, neatly trimmed ginger pubes and a thick cock and I wasted no time in going down on him. He groaned as I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he stopped me and said he was getting too close. "My turn!" he said with a grin and bent forward to take my cock into his mouth. He started sucking me and soon I was enjoying one of the best blow jobs I had ever had. He may have been inexperienced, but he certainly knew what he was doing as he sucked my cock in a way that very few other guys had - I can't tell you how good it felt and I could tell he was really into sucking me. He sucked me for a while and then I pulled my cock out of his mouth and went back down on him. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round. He knelt up on the bed, arse in the air, and I pulled his cheeks apart. He had just a few ginger hairs round his hole and I pushed my tongue into his arse and began to lick him. He looked over his shoulder "Is it alright?" he asked anxiously. I told him it was absolutely fine and he relaxed as I pushed my tongue right into his hole. I licked him for a while and then he asked to suck me again and I pushed my cock back into his mouth. I was really close now and told him so. He kept sucking me and a few minutes later I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed it all and then grinned at me. I could tell he was ready to cum now and I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck him again. His breathing was getting heavier and he told me he was going to cum. "Can I cum on your chest?" he asked. I nodded and seconds later he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a massive load of cum all down my chest. "Oh fuck!" he moaned as I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked him again. "That was awesome!" We arranged to meet again the following week and he told me that this time he wanted me to fuck him. He had already told me that he wanted to take me bare and I had asked him if he was on Prep. He said he wasn't - he had enquired about it before the pandemic but then lockdown had happened and he hadn't followed it up. We met again the following week and before long we were naked in the bedroom, kissing, licking and sucking each other. This time he pushed his tongue up my arse and licked me enthusiastically and then sat on my face and leant forward to suck my cock as I rimmed him. After a while he asked me to fuck him. I asked if he was sure he wanted to take me bare and he nodded. He knelt up on the bed and pulled his cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he moaned. I lubed up his hole and then pushed my cock against his arsehole. He moaned as the head of my cock penetrated him and I stopped for a moment to let him get used to it before slowly but surely pushing my cock right up his hole. He groaned and I waited a moment or two and then I began to fuck him very slowly. His hole was incredibly tight and it was all I could do not to shoot my load right up him. I began to fuck him and he moaned again. I asked if he was alright and he grinned at me over his shoulder. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" I began to fuck him a bit harder and he moaned "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" I was getting close now and I told him I was about to cum. "Oh, yes, please," he moaned "Cum in me!" A few minutes later I squirted what felt like one of the biggest loads of my life right up his tight ginger hole. When I pulled out of his arse he rolled over on his back, a blissed out look on his face, and grinned at me. "Suck my cock!" he said. I took his cock in my mouth and a few minutes later I was rewarded with a big mouthful of cum. He messaged me later and told me how much he had enjoyed me fucking him and how he couldn't wait to do it again. He also told me that some of my cum had slid out into his underpants on the train home and it had turned him on so much he had had a wank when he got home and had shot another load. We met regularly after that and fucked in every position imaginable - with him kneeling up on the bed, on his back, bent over with his pants and trousers pulled down below his arse, and with me on my back and him riding my cock until I shot my load up him - one of his favourite positions. After I had fucked him and cum in him, I would suck his cock, and sometimes he would cum in my mouth and sometimes he would pull out and cum on my chest - it was all very horny! At the end of the summer, it was time for him to go back to university in the north of England and this time, much to his delight, he was able to attend in person. Before he left, we met and fucked and it was then he told me rather shyly that I was the first guy he had ever been with. I knew he was inexperienced, but I can honestly say I would never have guessed that he was a virgin. I was really turned on to know that I was the first guy to suck him and swallow his cum, the first guy to lick his arse and the first guy to fuck and breed him! He went off to university and we messaged each other now and then. He didn't come home in the breaks, so I didn't see him until the following summer. I wasn't sure if he would want to meet up but he was really keen. We went out for a meal and then went home and fucked. He stayed the night and in the morning I fucked him again. He was having a really good time and university - not only had he aced his second year, he had been making up for lost time and told me he had taken over thirty different guys up his arse. As far as I know, he's still not on Prep.

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I swear to god its this feeling that separates tops from real breeders. There are days when I just can't stop. Even if I've flooded someone's hole yesterday or this morning I can still feel it at the base of my cock. My root, the center of my sex. It's like a pulse that sends electric waves to my cock and makes my mouth water and my brain switch off. I'll have a hard on all day long and my thoughts become clouded by the idea of pussy. I get moodier, angrier and every minute spent not touching my hard on feels like a minute wasted. This usually will happen to me in the middle of a work day when the urge just comes and when I clock out my cock leads me to the first or sometimes second or third available pussy. I become insatiable. All I want is to fuck, and I like to fuck hard and long and deep. I can feel my balls aching, getting ready to fucking bust and shoot my seed deep. It's moments like these where I can just fuck anything, don't care what, so long as I get to plant my seed in its hot cunt. And when I finally do get to cum its explosive, and my cock is able to jet out 4, 5, 6 squirts of cum. Its like my body knows that I was put on this earth for one purpose alone... to impregnate.

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There was a time quite a while ago, during one of my usual visits to the sauna. I was backing onto a glory hole, but had the door to the cubicle open, so everyone walking past could see me. A tall blond young guy, who would have been early-mid 20s was on the fuck bed across from the glory hole cubicles. I'd seen him a few times earlier, assuming he was a mega bottom. I was very pleasantly surprised when he looked across at me and made a beeline for the cubicle next door to me. Next thing he ran his finger over my hole, realised it was lubed up, then all of a sudden his cock was sliding right in. It was big, bare and he was a surprisingly amazing fuck. The bonus was he kept fucking and fucking until he shot a massive load up inside me. It was fucking incredible!

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The following story is a true recollection of events which actually happened 2 weeks ago. If I’m honest, it’s taken a couple of weeks to sort everything out in my head. It was an epic session and it pushed me way beyond what limits I thought I had. To set the scene, it was 2 days after my 44th birthday. I’m a slightly chubby(ish) middle aged bottom, with dreams of being used as a cumdump. I live in a sleepy little town somewhere on continental Europe, where there is no action for miles and miles around me. I’m in a long term relationship with a woman, but we stopped having sex 4 years ago when she hit the menopause. I’m on prep, but given that I’m in a dead bedroom, there’s zero chance of passing anything on to her. I’ve always been bi, and have always found getting fucked by guys way more fun that sex with women. I was visiting friends in London, and a fuck bud hit me up. He knows about my situation, knew it was my birthday, and wanted to know if I fancied a birthday gangbang. Who was I to say no? He’s also the only guy I’ve ever done chems with, having been the first guy to ever offer me G&T. As long as I pulled out my phone every now and again to check MS Teams, work would think I’m online but in meetings, so the next day (Friday), I rocked up to his around lunchtime. He welcomed me into his place, and we went through to the living room to have a drink and a chill before everything started. As I entered the room I was greeted by the site of another slim, hairless guy in just his pants (we’ll call him A) but with a massive bulge in his pants. I could immediately tell that this was going to be a strenuous day for me. A was on the phone arranging some business, but we waved at me to say hi as my friend took me out to the balcony for a smoke. Turns out that A was a dealer and had brought a crap ton of party supplies for us. My mate and I sparked up some cigarettes, and he apologised to me, that somethings had come up, and whilst there would be a procession of guys to dump loads in me, some of them couldn’t get out of work at the same time, so it would be a staggered experience. I was just grateful that my friend had managed to put together anything at all. A finished his call and we went to the sofa. I stripped down to my jock strap and we all sat on the sofa. We all had a shot of G, and then the pipe came out. We started blowing clouds and catching up/got to know each other. I told A that this only my 3rd time on chems, and to be honest whilst it was fun, I never really the experiences that I’ve read about on here. Yeah I was relaxed, and there was a strong desire to get fucked, but it had always been less than I’d expected. My friend hates needles, and had asked that we don’t slam in his flat, but everything else was fair game. A asked if I’d ever had a booty bump, and I said yes, but as my friend is top, and only really smokes it, we didn’t really know what we were doing, and we’re probably far more conservative with the stuff that necessary. A’s eyes lit up and he started smiling. He said that he had to pop out for an hour, but when he got back he’d mix some bumps for me that I should appreciate. A headed out and my friend and I went to the bedroom. He put some porn on and I devoured his 8 inch cock. Turns out he was the smallest cock of the day. We alternated between blowing clouds and then sucking his dick. Eventually he laid me on my back with my legs in the air. I braced myself for the initial pain/discomfort that normally comes when the first dick goes in, only this time he just slipped in. The G&T clearly helped. Over the next hour my mate had me in multiple positions. He really went to town on me and I was loving just being his fuckhole. In the distance I heard the front door open and A calling out that he was back, then my friend asked me if I was ready for my first load of the day. I was on my knees and started squeezing was what left of my anal muscles on his cock as unleashed the contents of his balls into me. We laid back on the bed recovering for a moment, then he handed me the pipe and said he was going to see what A was up to. I just laid on the bed for a while, toking on the pipe and watching porn whilst feeling then cum slowly drip out of me. My mate reappeared carrying a small tray with 3 syringes filled with liquid. The booty bumps had finally appeared. He administered the first one and asked me if I was ready for round 2. We went into the living room to see A back in his pants, and that he’d brought another guy with him (who we shall call B, because I’m imaginative). B was naked and stroking a massive cock which at half mast was already getting on for 9 inches. As it was the only exposed cock, I quickly got on my knees in from of B and started giving him a friendly “hello” blowjob. As his cock grew in my mouth I began to really hope that the chems would kick in soon, as otherwise I was in serious trouble. I sat up on the sofa as we did another round of hellos. It was over an hour since the last G so we did another shot with B. A asked me if I was having fun before pulling his own cock out. It was a thick beast, and I couldn’t help myself. I got on my knees and started sucking it for a good 5 minutes. They then told me to get on my knees on the corner of the L shaped sofa. A and B started pushing their fingers inside me, commenting on how wet I was and that my friend must have shot a huge load in me. A leans over the sofa and puts the pipe in my mouth. B is standing behind me, slapping his dick over my hole. Then he slides himself in. I thought he was going to be gentle after the first couple of strokes, but he then started testing if I could take a pounding of not, alternating between hard and fast, deep strokes, and slower stokes going the full length of his cock. For anybody keeping count of time, it’s about 20/25 minutes since the booty bump. My first proper booty bump with what I later found out was 0.2g of T. A wave just washed over me. A rush that I’d never had before. Concentration on anything other than the cock inside me was impossible. I also began sweating like I was in a sauna. Getting words out was impossible. A and B knew exactly what was going on, as they were watching the physical change in me. I then started pushing my arse back into B’s cock. The harder he fucked, the more I slammed myself into him. I started clenching my ring around his cock, trying to milk it for that creamy goodness. A offered me the pipe, but I was so damn high I began to worry about having had too much. I just buried my head into the cushions and let whatever was going to happen to me take place. B pulled out and A slammed his cock into me. This wasn’t just a forceful entry, this was a full on slam fuck. He was brutal. No mercy, just slamming into my hole as hard and as fast as he could. It didn’t hurt. The small part of my brain that wasn’t high and was just watching me with curiosity was amazed that whilst I was moaning, groaning and begging for more cock, my body was registering the feeling as just an extreme fuck, but it was not painful at all. Or at least, the sensations were not registering the feelings as pain. I do not know how long he was fucking me for. Time was an abstract concept. I do remember that A called out he was going to cum. He pulled out for moments and then slammed it in to the hilt. I just laid there panting and being a generally sloppy mess. He slapped me on my arse and said “don’t worry, I can cum several times”. A pulled out, and was immediately replaced by B who wasn’t going to be outdone by A. This next slam fuck actually left me with a slightly bruised arse. It was insane what he was doing. This isn’t hyperbole, I’ve seen the video they made. I honestly can’t believe that not only was I taking it in my stride, but I was asking for more. Again, after an unknown amount of time B let out a roar and thrust all the way into me. He then pulled out and flopped down on the sofa next to me, still stroking his cock. I just laid there for a moment, panting and trying to make sense of what just happened, but then I leaned over to my left and sucked B clean. I too then flopped down on the sofa (after asking for a towel to catch the cum dripping out of me). A was laughing his head off, asking me how my first “proper” booty bump was. We then all had a bit of a hydration break, smoking cigarettes and chatting. All of a sudden my friend gets a message on his phone. The last 2 guys are on their way. He then showed me a picture of a huge black cock. This was one of the guys on their way. A told me to lift my legs in the air and after fingering my cummy hole for a bit, he pushed the next syringe in and emptied it. I’ll be honest, I was terrified about how I would react to it, but I was also horned up, it passed very quickly. Suddenly, my friend bends me over a stool he has and A quickly slides in. He’s not pounding as hard as before (seeing as it’s been at least an hour now since my last pounding), but it doesn’t take him long to get up to speed. This fuck is just another warm up apparently, and he blows another load inside me working 10 or so minutes (4th load of the day if anybody is counting). B then is right back there again, and he’s still in punishment fuck mode. The T hits hard again, and B blows his load once more. Making good on his promise, A calls out “me again” and dives in. I’m moaning like a bitch, and I’m sweating so much the fabric cover on the stool is soaked. Despite my focus on the cock inside me, I look up at some point to see 2 mountains of black men, naked and both stroking cocks that would normally scare the crap out of me. A blows a load again and the black guys start feeling the cum in my hole as I clean A’s cock. My friend asks if we should move to the bedroom. At this point I’m so spun I just do as I’m told. A and B both say goodbye as they have to go. And I’m then just roughly thrown on the bed and told to get on my knees. At this point, things are becoming a bit of a blur. I couldn’t tell you exactly what order things happened in, but I do know that the next hour or 2 included DP, several loads and one more booty bump. I was asked to put on a mask at one point, and it turns out that half of the fuck with the two bbcs was streamed on a Zoom room (hence the mask). At the end of it, I remember that we all went into the living room and had some food delivered. I was still coming down but I was at least making sense by then. It was remarked upon just how much of a cummy mess I was. All in all, I apparently got 11 loads that evening. I left around midnight, and got an Uber back to where I was staying. The next day was spent with the Godson and his family, trying my very best to hide just how hard the cum down was. Around lunchtime, I got a text from my friend, asking if I would potentially be up for it again that evening. I was….. however that will be another story

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mine, love to get rimmed 😉

I've always fancied girls, a man doesn't make me look back over my shoulder in the same way it does with an attractive woman. However I had my first taste of cock young, and the act, not the man, still has a huge draw for me.

Reposted another one of my favs from Yahoo! Groups, this time I actually have the author and origin info. To: biohazardbrotherhood@yahoogroups.com From: "stevestory2000" <Knack6@hotmail.com> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 14:15:17 -0000 Subject: [biohazardbrotherhood] Story: Breaking the News "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute counselor really didn't have to tell me anything. few weeks earlier at a circuit party I had felt the heat of that load; it was special. I wasn't really a "bug chaser" as much as I was a "bug enabler". I encouraged all men to fuck me raw whether they were black, white, gay, straight, young, old, poz, neg, or who the fuck cares. And the big-dicked Puerto Rican stud who savaged me with his Prince Albert at that party was definitely worth some enabling. He looked into my eyes, and even though I was so tweaked I could barely remember my name, I knew he was giving me his reason for dying. Back to the cute counselor. 30ish, blonde and blue-eyed, very studious with his glasses and suit and tie, about 5'6'' - I love short guys cause they're always packing such a whanger. Sweet bubble butt, I could tell from when he leaned over to put his jacket on the coat rack. "...you have the virus." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need any help, there's some..." I licked my lips and stared at his swelling pectorals. Thank God this room was so muggy -- I could see his big meaty tits pasted against his white dress shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are poz. It's the in thing, right? They'll tell me what to do." He frowned, bit his luscious lower lip. He took this pretty seriously. "Mr. Johnson, this is very serious." See what I mean? I just blew him a kiss as I walked away. "I know it is. I never have to wear rubbers again, never have to be in fear again. Today is the first day of the rest of my life." I saw his eyes well up with tears as I left. My friends were part sad and part pleased when I told them. Mostly pleased, cause they got to tap my ass raw. Some of 'em felt like they'd led me to start barebacking and they were responsible for my 'death sentence', but their sheer lust for my firm, tanned ass overcame their guilt feelings. I invited some of 'em out to one of my favorite tearooms and amazingly enough, one of them knew the name of the guy who pozzed me. Armando. I didn't tell Armando that I knew he gave me the bug (I'd save that for the middle of our next fuck) but I asked him to come with us. Unfortunately, the place was closed down for "health reasons" (the AIDS police going crazy again) so we went to a good bathhouse that Armando went to sometimes. It was a great place. Armando was the star attraction; seeing him sweet-talk a local college football stud into letting him fuck his tight ass unrubbered was one of the highlights of my new slut life. Armando just stroked the stud's abs, licked his pits, and whispered resolve-melting Puerto Rican words into his ear until finally the boi gave up. The breaking-in quickly became a gangbang but before I could take my turn someone else caught my eye -- among other areas. That ass. Flawless. Short blonde sweetness dropped his towel and went into the steam room. I had to follow him. Had to ravish him. I was a very infrequent top but the bug had changed me, changed my priorities. When I sat down beside him, barely able to make out his features in the fog, he seemed so pure, so unspoiled. I sucked him dry, then flipped him over so his flat belly humped the cool bench. I slid my leaking member up and down his rosebud. "I-I have a condom..." I just laughed and shoved my way in, no lube, no prep, only the moisture of the room. I wanted him to feel this, suffer the tears that dance so seductively with seroconversion. He screamed and tried to fight me off, all while I licked his ears and bit into his neck and shoulders. His soft 4 inches quickly swelled to 7 hard inches in spite of his pleas to stop, and I tapped his ass bareback. My first. Definitely not my last. He pushed back on my wickedly curved 8-incher now, moaning, whimpering, fighting back tears of shame from how much he enjoyed breaking all the safe sex rules. I made sure I plowed him good and rough -- he wouldn't forget this fuck. I shot my wad and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Almost like getting someone pregnant. Knowing you've created a life. Or a death. Armando strolled into the room now. I opened up the blonde beauty's legs for him. He winked at me, shared a deep tongue kiss, and then went to work plundering our new man-cunt. The man just squirmed and shivered and purred at the feel of Armando's dick jewelery scraping his insides. By this time Armando pulled out long enough for me to flip this whore over. Our eyes locked. His tears flowed into his open mouth as he gasped. I leaned over to lick the tears away. I'd recognized him from the second I saw that ass. My counselor. I had to laugh. The words just came out of my mouth effortlessly as Armando reached his climax. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this..."

An hour ago, the black muscular jock and I hooked up again. We started the evening, with his mouth slurping my dick. As he got it good a hard. Pausing brief to nibble on nips. He climbed into his knee on the my bed. I add the lube to his ass and dick. I position and began to to work my way into his hole, as he sniffed the poppers. He whimpered as he took me in. And I slowly began to take his hole again. He moaned and begged about his good it felt. We repositioned as he stood and touched his toes, as I re entered him to continue this fuck. He moaned once more. I shifted from the stead pounding, to more of a rippling motion which brought forth a squee I'd never heard before. He remarked that he was peeing, as my dick hit deep Then I felt my load rising, and its release into his ass. He let out a sigh and said," I can feel it. It's a thick load, and so warm. I withdraw my dick, as he collapse to the floor.

14. rest is history 😈

The first time (unfortunately the only time) I hooked up with a buddy who had a 10.5 in dick we forgot to set up a safe word. At one point it was was so uncomfortable that I wanted him to stop and even tried to push him away from me. He misinterpreted it and was even more turned on by what I did so he covered my mouth and pin me down with his whole body weight against the wall and fucked even harder than before. I don't remember the middle part. All I know was after the cum and let go of me. I found myself moving back and forth fucking myself after he cum in me and wasn't pounding me anymore. I remember I could feel every wave of his warm cum in my hole and wanted more. I remember leaving his house feeling like I'm missing something and wish his dick was in me still. He felt bad bc he felt like he raped me. Technically he did but I knew him for a long time. I knew he wouldn't have done that under normal circumstances. And if he didn't do it, I wouldn't have gotten past the pain and reached the world of joy in the end. No one has fucked me the same since

Fucking YES!

I've never had to ask a guy to fuck raw...most are already down lol

I understand the feeling of insatiability too, only coming from the perspective of a bottom. Once I've got a couple loads in me I just want to keep going and the impulse to slut out grows as I take more and more dicks.

A couple of quick observations: 1) Here we have evidence that the idle brain is the Devil’s playground. 2) Clever, but π could potentially present problems. • It could limit one’s circle of sex partners to mathematicians. Or Greeks. • If you’re trying to straight-line guys to fucking, it’s confusing to use the symbol that defines circles. • Combined with a period to denote a hole (π.) immediately makes me think ‘Shut your pie hole’, which is not helpful for someone looking to give or get head. • It could just make guys hungry for pie, which, as you know, is a drive that can trump hornines. •π could be interpreted to mean you’re only interested in solo action, as the symbol for (π x 2) is τ (tau), or that you’re only looking for a circle jerk. 3) Finding another secret way to communicate simply perpetuates the culture of sexual shame in our society that forces us to fuck in shadowy, seedy places, fearful of the judgment of others, and leaves us shedding tears that ruin good pieces of pie. Instead, we should be bold, step out into the light, and be genuine to one another. I suggest forehead tattoos. (It may be rough going for a while, but eventually everyone will want one. Humans are basically Star-Bellied Sneetches.) All joking aside, the trouble with secret codes is that ‘a secret known to two people is secret; a secret known to three is known to all the world’. The irony is that the ‘secret’ symbol is only effective if everyone involved knows what it means, and it’s very difficult to selectively impart the knowledge. And even if you do, everyone not involved is both observant and curious (it’s an ape thing) and will start asking annoying questions about why the letter π is suddenly everywhere, and then some dumbass who’s too honest for his own good and can’t be trusted with a naughty-fun secret (I’m looking in the mirror) will tell them what it means, and that will be that.

Was visiting Sydney this week and had a good run last night. 5 loads from different guys over a couple of hours, mostly via Grindr. 4 bred my ass and one sweet load in my mouth. I had such a great time, and they were all really good nice guys, the kind you feel happy to meet. Ranged from mid twenties to mid fifties. Went to sleep with their cum all mixed in my hole. It was so beautiful to see it all flood out this morning, and my ass still feels awesome 😎🍑💦💦💦💦💦

I should also add that I dated, when I was in my mid 40s, a guy 20 years younger than me. He was predominantly a top and had a big dick. So he would fuck me predominantly at the time. He let me fuck him a few times but preferred to top. In some ways he was also more experienced as he had done some porn when he was 19. The thing that kept us together in the long run however, was that not only was he cute, a pig in bed but that he has a brain. and is a real sweetie. I was his first love and we still keep in touch.

Authors Note: here's the second chapter of the story, it only contains Oral sex but I do think I've written quite a hot scene for this chapter. I have no Idea when chapter III will be out as I have a very busy schedule for the foreseeable future, the only thing I know is that it'll contain sex with a Trans Man, and so I've no idea what category I should post the next chapter in. Chapter II Lev followed the pounding music of the club, coming to a large doorway cloaked in in thick curtains, though the did little to hide the neon lights coming from beyond, or the sound of rave goers partying. He hesitated momentarily before finding his courage and pushing through the curtains. The room that met him was massive, two stories tall and with large enclosed half-circle booths encircling the room, presumably giving patrons a place to rest from the chaotic rave happening on the open dance floor in the dead center of the room. Above the crowded main floor there was a raised balcony surrounding the room and from what Lev could see, appeared to hold the Bar, open tables, and on the far side overlooking the dancefloor was the DJ's stage. Lev soon felt the pounding music and the strobing lights lift him of his worries as he stepped onto the dancefloor to join the massive crowd in their chaotic grinding and dancing. Stepping up he began to let loose, pairing up to grind with equally masked strangers and just as easily moving on to next- it was exhilarating. Though he briefly noticed he could not see anyone else wearing a lamb's mask. He soon felt a strong pair of hands grab his hips as he continued to dance before a deep baritone voice followed in his ear "Fuck, what's such a cute little thing like you doing in a place like this?" The voice was as soft as silk and smooth as honey, and Lev found himself entranced. Lev turned in the mans hold, the man's large hands moving from his hips to his plump ass to give it a squeeze while Lev took in the mountain of a man before him. He towered over Lev's modest 5'6, looking to be over a foot taller. He wore a beautiful black Panthers mask and leather jacket with no shirt underneath, revealing an extremely toned body and deep ebony skin. When Lev had finally finished ogling his new companion, he mustered the courage to respond with a smirk and all the false bravado he could muster "I'm looking to get ruined, why else would I be here?" Before placing his hand on the man's prominent bulge and giving it a rub. "Mm, well you're certainly dressed for success little lamb, mind if this big ol' Panther takes bite?" The man rumbled as his gave a quick and harsh smack to Lev's ass cheek. "Mm, lucky for you I'm into that" Lev laughed before allowing the masked stranger to lead him off the dancefloor and up the staircase to one of the private booths on the second floor. All while being unable to keep their hands off one another. The Panther quickly opened the door and tossed the lamb into the booth, quickly stepping inside, shutting, and locking the tinted glass door behind them. As soon as the door was locked they were on eachother, tongues battling for dominance as they made out, hands roaming freely over eachother's bodies. They naturally settled into a position with Lev positioned on the Panthers lap to deepen the kiss and maximize the amount of skin contact. Lev's hand instinctively went to the Panthers dreadlocks, the other preoccupied behind him, fiddling with the button on the Panther's skin tight leather pants. The Panthers hands had roamed his skin, one hand traveling under his pants to knead his ass, the other playing with his nipples- drawing all sorts of ungodly noises from the teen as his rough fingers teased the sensitive buds. Soon enough nature forced an end to the kiss, as both of their lungs began to burn from lack of breath. Pulling apart panting, Lev took a moment to catch his breath, as he finally managed to undo the button on the Panther's pants, allowing that black monster to spring free from its leather prison, and rub freely against Lev's thick bubble butt. Lev turned his head to finally take in the appearance of that monster cock. It was truly impressive, far longer than Lev's own well endowed 8 inches, it must've been a foot long! Not to mention the thickness, as he reached down to grasp it, he noted with a groan the cock was thicker than his own wrist and his fingers couldn't fully wrap around it! Lev also noticed the thick PA that sat at the summit of that godly uncut cock- a thick and heavy looking curved barbell ending in two small spikes. "Fuck baby, you're one hell of a Kisser, that tongue needs a warning label." The Panther whispered, voice husky from lust after he too caught his breath. Groaning slightly at the feeling of Lev grasping his throbbing cock. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that was my first kiss would you?" Lev smirked at the look of shock on the man's face. Feeling a sudden rush of confidence from the reaction. "You fucking with me right? There's no way in hell that was your first kiss!" the Panther laughed. "Oh it definitely was! But I reeeeeeeealy wanna see how this fat cock of yours tastes, you up for being the first cock I've ever tasted?" Lev purred into the Panthers ear as he started stroking the manhood, feeling it throbbing in need even more. "Better get on your knees if you're wantin a taste of my meat little lamb" he spoke, those thick lips, glossy from their mutual spit forming into a predatory smile, all teeth. That was all the encouragement the little lamb needed as he slid down the man's lap and settled onto his knees on the floor, head full of blond hair just barely hidden under the heavy wooden table. Finally able to see the monster up close and personal. Lev almost laughed at the beautiful cursive script tattooed directly above the man's penis- spelling out the words "Cunt Wrecker", Lev's keen eyes also noted the large neon orange Scorpion tatted onto the left side of his abs, and the oddly familiar symbol of three interlocking crescents drawn around his navel. A scorpio perhaps? After finishing his brief observation, Lev's eyes traveled up that muscular body making direct eye contact with the Panther, baby blues meeting smoky amber, and a hot spark forming between them. Lev allowed his long tongue to fall from his mouth as he leaned forward and grasped the cock in front of him- starting at the base he allowed his talented tongue to lick a winding path along the underside of the man's monster all the way to the tip. The man moaned as Lev pulled the forskin down, and swirled his tongue around the head of that thick meat, all while never breaking eye contact as if they were caught in some strange form of lustful staring contest. Lev hadn't been entirely truthful when he told the man about his inexperience in sucking dick- although it was certainly true he'd never had the real thing, that didn't mean he didn't have any practice. Lev's horrible oral fixation had naturally led him to curious experimentation, and he had quickly learned how to tie a cherry stem with tongue alone, and pleasantly discovered he completely lacked a gag reflex. There was hardly a minute of the day that someone could find Lev's mouth unoccupied- gum, suckers, and cigarettes being his favored methods of oral distraction, though he could already tell from the musky smell and salty taste that this would take the Throne as his favorite. All of that to say: it was quite a shock to the Panther when the innocent little lamb lapping at his spear wrapped his little lips around his fat cock, swirled that dangerous tongue around the head, and practically unhinged his jaw as he suddenly swallowed almost half his cock in one go- the bulge in his throat clearly visible from the outside. The effect was immediate and harsh- the eye contact they'd maintained until that point was instantly broken as the Panther's eyes rolled into the back of his head, he heard a loud shout of "Fucking shit!" leave the man's lips as the feeling of his cock being so suddenly enveloped in such a tight, wet, heat caused what must've felt like an out of body experience. He felt the man grab the back of his head, fingers threading tightly in his thick blond locks. If Lev's throat wasn't filled to the brim with cock, there would have been a proud smile at nearly making a man cum in one go on his first try! Lev allowed the man a few more moments of bliss before gently pulling off the Panthers cock, giving the monster a quick kiss on the tip on the way, and finally looking innocently up at the Panther, waiting for the man to regain his composure. "God Damn! Warn a guy next time you're about to do that you little slut!" the Panther groaned shifting his hips and giving Lev's cheek a heavy slap with that now-wet member. Lev was smiling like a fool as he took in what he could see of the mans face outside the mask. "What? I thought everyone could do that!" He feigned innocence with a flutter of his eyelashes. The Panther let out a loud, boisterous laugh, the deep baritone of his voice giving the laugh a smooth and melodic tone. "Well, now that I know how naturally talented that throat of yours is smart ass, I'm not planning on holding back any now! I was gonna go easy on that tiny throat of yours, but now I'm gonna really fuck that little throat of yours little lamb!" That predatory smirk plastered right back on, as if he hadn't almost blown his load. Lev met the mans burning gaze with an equally passionate one, before slowly standing up and straddling him- leaning in close to his ear and saying as huskily as he could manage "Do it, fuck my virgin throat daddy, make me unable to speak tomorrow when you're done!" The Panther let out a growl, before grabbing Lev by the hips, picking him up and tossing him on the table. "Get on your back and lean your head off the table at this end little lamb." His deep voice instructed as he motioned to the front of the table, facing the glass wall that separated the booth from the Club outside, he suddenly realized it wasn't glass at all- it must've been some form of one-way mirror as he could see out from the booth clearly! He quickly did as he was told, positioning himself as instructed- the thought of possibly getting caught painfully exciting Lev's newly found exhibitionism kink. The Panther stepped in front of the table, just enough space between the mirrored wall and the table for him to fit, his cock swinging directly in Lev's face. "Alright boy, this is how this gonna work- in this position I should be able to work all this fat cock down that throat- and I'm planning to bury all it in there boy. Since you ain't gonna be able to speak if I'm going too fast or you can't keep your breath, ball up your fist and pound on my ass twice- I'll slow down. If you need me to stop and pull out, pound on my cheeks three times, sound good?" He said down to him as he took hold of his spear and started rubbing the tip against his lips. "Sound's goo-" He opened his mouth to speak and was promptly cut off as the Panther pulled back and buried that massive tool straight down his throat. It was so sudden Lev almost choked, barely having time to widen his jaw and relax his throat before it was so brutally invaded. Again nearly half the monster was buried inside his throat as Lev sputtered around the intruder only this time, instead of it pulling out it just kept going deeper. Lev felt the monster slowly pushing down his esophagus as the Panther wrapped a massive hand around his throat- being able to physically feel his cock through the stretched skin of Lev's neck. It took almost thirty seconds for that massive rod to complete its journey before the the Panthers fat balls rested against Lev's nose. It felt like that cock was reaching all the way down into his chest! Lev heard the Panther let out a long, low moan as he held his cock there for what felt like an eternity- long enough for Lev's vision to go spotty before gently pulling all the way out of his throat. Lev coughed and gasped for breath as the cock pulled free from his throat, barely able to regain an even breath. "You could've waited asshole!" He wheezed out between coughs, glaring up at the man. "Well, now we're even little slut! You surprised me with that throat, and I surprised you with this dick. Seems fair to me." That rich voice laughed as the Panther stepped back slightly and met his glare with an amused look, before giving his face another harsh slap with that cock. Lev's glare transformed into more of a pout after that, but the Panther stepped right back into position. "Alright, no more surprises little lamb, we'll take this nice and slow from here on out baby." He reassured Lev while gently running his fingers through his hair. "Now open wide for daddy little lamb and tap daddy's ass when you're ready." Lev did as instructed, opening his mouth wide and relaxing his throat- allowing all the air to pass from his Lungs as the Panther lined up with his lips, Lev gave the Panther's ass a cheeky slap, and it began. It was so much easier to handle that cock as it slid down his wet and well prepared throat, and soon they established a slow rhythm. Everytime he pulled out would take a much need breath, the Panther to his credit matched his thrusts to Lev's breathing and they steadily started working eachother up. Lev found he loved the heady feeling lack of oxygen gave him as the time between thrusts and breath decreased, at some point during the ordeal the Panther had undone Lev's pants and allowed his aching member free from its confines- he now had one hand massaging his cock through his throat and the other steadily jacking Lev's dick to the pace of his thrusts. All the while filthy things poured from the Panther's mouth in that deep baritone, only half of them Lev could hear over the sound of the man's balls slapping his face with a harsh stinging, and only part of them his slightly oxygen-deprived brain could understand: "Fuck yeah baby, take that fat toxic cock down that throat boy." "Oh yeah, just like that, worship that poz cock- you little neg whore." "Fuck I can't wait to knock that tight bussy up, you're going to spread my strain so good baby" "Yeah, yeah, fuck, you look so pretty taking all this toxic cock, you gonna look even prettier with my fat cock up that cunt." The next statement came after he started brutally fucking into his throat groaning loudly, he thrust once, twice, and finally came to a halt buried balls deep in Lev's throat. "Here it cums you little faggot, hope you enjoy your first lethal injection bitch! Take it all, take all that toxic load baby!" The hand that was jacking Lev's cock quickly buried itself in his golden locks, tightly gripping his hair as the hand grasping his throat also tightened, then Lev felt it, those massive balls pulling up and then that fat cock started throbbing harshly once, twice, three, four... he lost count of the number of shots after 6, his oxygen-deprived brain focused soly on swallowing the massive torrent of boiling cum lest he drown in the thick white substance. He tried to get him to pull out, pounding on the Panthers ass to get him to pull out so he could breathe, but he must've been lost in orgasmic bliss as Lev only felt that cock leave his throat as his vision slowly faded black, eyes rolling into the back of his head. The last thing Lev felt before he succumbed to the darkness was the feeling of warm cum painting his face and faintly... his own orgasm.

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...

First a little about myself. I just turned 18 a few months ago. It's been mom and I for as long as I can remember. Mom has been a nurse at least my entire life and even before then. She is now the head nurse (no pun intended) at our local hospice which cares for men with AIDS. I have been around sick men ever since I can remember. I have helped mom and the other nurses out quite a bit. I clean up on occasion and help feed those that cant feed themselves. The disease has never scared me. When I was a lot younger I realized I enjoyed being around these men. My voice and mannerisms were more feminine than masculine. I discussed this with my mom and discovered I was indeed gay. My mom approved of my sexuality so I got lucky there. As my hormones started kicking in I noticed being around these men was giving me a hard on. I would come home and jerk off and then lick myself clean. I enjoyed my own cum and definitely wondered what theirs would taste like. Since I had no dad the birds and the bees were taught to me by mom. We discussed my fantasies I was having for those men and she said for my 18th birthday I could start living out my fantasies in real life. She revealed that some of the men thought I was beautiful which made me blush. I stand at 5 feet 3 inches and weigh about 110. Shoulder length blonde hair that thanks to mom I style it like a girl does. As my teenage years progressed I noticed my fantasies were getting hotter. I imagined being called a dirty faggot while taking these mens loads. Being pissed on had crept in there as well. I knew that I at 18 I was going to get fucked. What I didn't know was that I would be the hospice whore and I couldn't refuse any loads. The night before my 18th birthday mom instructed me on how to clean out my hole. After doing this I had a lite dinner and repeated the same process the morning of my 18th birthday. Mom inspected me and when she was satisfied she handed me a pink silk robe and slippers. I was told that was my clothing for the next four days. My birthday fell on a Thursday. We left home and headed to the hospice. Before going in mom attached a leash and collar on me and led me inside like a bitch. As we neared the entrance mom took off my robe. Once inside I was put on all fours and led into the family room. There were 2 men there already. Mom took off my leash but left the collar on. She told the two men which I recognized to have fun knocking me up. I knew what she meant because of my research on the matter. Before mom even walked out the door Sam had his cock in my mouth. Mom just laughed and went about her business. Sam is definitely a sick man. He has sores on his body and cock. I must admit I still worshipped his cock. The other gentleman Michael stopped Sam for a minute. Michael then slapped me a couple of times across the mouth to get my lip bleeding so I had an open wound while giving Sam a blowjob. Those sores were rubbed all over my busted lip. Some would say that's abuse but I came from Michael doing that. While I worshipped Sam's cock Michael only using spit for lube rammed his cock up my ass. I tried to scream but Sam held me tight against his cock. Sam's cock is only 7 inches and sort of thin. Michael on the other hand has a ten inch cock and fairly thick. It felt like Michael ripped my ass into. I soon realized that he did it on purpose to get me bleeding so I can take his AIDS cum directly in my bloodstream. Sam came fairly quickly but he didn't pull out of my mouth after cumming. I did swallow his cum and he let me nurse his cock while Michael continued the assault on my hole. Michael fucked me for a while and kept saying how good my pussy felt. Okay I thought only women had pussies but I quickly learned that as a bottom my ass is a pussy for gay men. When Michael got ready to cum he sped up his thrusts and was pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning and Sam pulled his cock from my mouth so my moans couibe heard by anyone walking outside the door. Then it happened. Michael started cumming and Breeding my pussy. God it felt like he shot a dozen huge globs of AIDS cum in my pussy. After he finished he kept his cock in my pussy to make sure I got it all and to make sure no cum leaked out. Once he was soft even I was exhausted. Both he and Sam left the room and I thought I was going to get a nap in. I was wrong. Mom came walking in with two more men to use me. She inspected my pussy and laughed. She said oh I bet in a couple of weeks you will be pregnant. But don't worry because once you're knocked up then your ass is going on meds. You are still my son and I want you around for a very long time. In the meantime your little faggot ass needs to get back to work. You still have 18 more men to satisfy today. At this point my pussy is sore but I knew I couldn't tell mom no. So I put my ass in the air and my mouth open to satisfy the next two men. Well time to get back to being a whore.

Is there such a group call the Ottawa gangbang club or just a mit

I cheat. It’s my absolute biggest turn on ever. I love knowing some other guys raw dick is in my hole about to shoot a huge load in me. Or I love breeding a guy raw. Then going home and having my husband use my wet hole or suck my dick clean without knowing where it’s been. Recently, I’ve been getting my husband involved in some side play. Don’t get me wrong. He doesn’t cheat. I know he doesn’t for a fact since I’ve gone through his phone and he makes it very clear if we play, it’s always and only together. So some of my side buddies and I have been talking. We love fucking and wanted to get my husband involved. I’ve never been hornier knowing I’ve been bred by these guys and now my husband is getting bred or breeding them without ever knowing I’ve given or taken loads with them multiple times in the past. It’s so hot watching my husband get filled. I love fucking him with someone else’s cum in his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and want to join sometime DM me.

You're so lucky for getting multiple cocks back then! For me it was just my dad's cock to suck and drink from. I don't complain, I loved it but I wish I had even more hard cocks around me when growing up.

Can't really say, I was too young to remember, but I fell in love with it ever since.

I think every individual bottom have to decide that for themselves. I tend to like really big cocks and never have found one that made me regret it. There have been one or two that made me take a real deep breath. Lol.

I’ve been fucked by plenty of young guys some of them twinks and others -not. I don’t mind the age. I mind the maturity and level-headedness.

Love your story.

Way better than not taking the lead for that age....

Always either on my entire face or in my mouth. Hot cum really is the best face cream for men!

Hey all! Name's Tyler, 28 year old vers with over a decade experience as bottom, top and everything in between. LOVE bareback in all it's glory at any place and time!

I was on my knees yesterday at a local park. When I walked past this guy's car, I saw he had his cock out and was stroking it. I tried to lure him down a trail, but he didn't respond. When I walked back past his car he was getting out and headed the other way. I just asked him out loud, "Would you like for me to suck that dick?" He responded in the affirmative. We went under a little stone bridge and I pulled down my shorts and got on my knees in the dirt. His cock was already leaking through his shorts. He pulled them down and revealed a nice 6" cock and a surprisingly flat stomach. No other words were spoken. I just went to work and within 5 minutes, he was filling my mouth with thick, hot cum. He pulled up his shorts and walked away as I stayed on my knees and thanked him for the cum.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Alex Your cell number OR EMAIL: cummmmhole@gmail.com A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 48383 Times you're generally not available: During the day during the week, weekends Age: 42 Height: 5'9" Weight: 210lbs Ethnicity: Caucasian Into sexually: total cum dump bottom, there's nothing I love more than a hard cock pumping it's load deep in me. Daddy bears always catch my eye first but as long as you have a hard cock with a load to shoot you're welcome in my hole.

Somewhere outside of the USA where there is less political nonsense, where men are still manly as well as masculine and the cost of living is cheaper. 👍🌎

The Poz Ranch Chapter Five Secured to the table, my red ass exposed and venerable. I felt him pushing something into my ass, a tube or something. I winced from the slight pain as my sore hole opened for what ever he was putting in it. I felt what was outside my hole move upwards and secured. His foot steps moved away and I heard jars again clanging against each other. “I think your training will skip to the jars of high viral loads of the full blown disease” He carefully moved back to me, carrying multiple jars. I soon felt the warm liquid enter my hole via the tube. It continued to flow. I could feel it slowly filling the inside of my hole. “One jar down” he said, “going to stretch your bowels just like we did your stomach” He started pouring the second jar of cum into the tube and it flowed into me, mixing with the first. My cock was bent down between me and the table aching for attending, drooling pre-cum as my hole was filled with toxic poison. “That’s two, my boy” The third jar was opened and soon was traveling down the tube into my hole. I had no clue how big these jars were or how many loads of cum filled them. My mind imagined men in a big barn hooked up to milking machines, sucking on their hard cocks as they eyes and mind were filled with gay porn through virtual reality googles. My cock pumped a little more pre-cum out at the image of that in my head. “Ready for number three” I moaned. I felt more deadly cum entering my hole. the warmth moved through my bowels and then throughout my body. It felt as if my body was reacting to the cum and starting to crave it. “About to pour number four,” he said, “The record is eight jars. I think you might break it, or we will at least try to” He poured number four, five and six jars of cum into my hole. I could feel my insides filling up and expanding slightly. Once number six was empty, I heard him walk away. I heard more jars hitting one another, but he didn’t return once he had them. He continued to work on something on the other side of the room. My hole twitched around the tube sticking out of it. I wanted more cum in me. The urge to be filled was building into obsession. What ever he was working on did not take long. He moved back to me and opened jar seven and slowly poured it in. This jar was hotter in temperature than the first six. The cum flowed faster inside me. I then heard the pop of jar eight open. “You made it to the record set by a boy named Kevin, who was inflicted with the same sickness as you have.” I moaned my pleasure like a pig in shit does. He popped open jar nine and poured it in. My bowels heated up more as they expanded to take the ninth jar of harmful seed. “I think your hole can take another” he said evilly. I heard the pop and soon felt the heated liquid enter my hole. I could hear his devilish laugh echoing in the room. “Fuck boy, your body much be absorbing the cum” I heard him walk away again, still laughing. I squeezed the tube in my hole, as if I was trying to milk it of the cum that was still in it. “Master Jack please” he said, “Yes I’ll hold” There was a little pause and then he said: “Good Evening Master Jack,” Kace said, “I am working with Cody, the new inductee.” “Yes Master Jack, he is taking to his first lesson well. I don’t think he enjoyed the ass paddling as much as I did.” he said with a laugh. There was a pause on this side of the conversation for an about a minute. “I wanted to inform you that he has broken the record for the number of jars of ejaculate introduced into his hole.” Another pause. “Yes Sir, ten jars. I skipped the protocol of building the levels of toxicity like we did orally and went to the full blown virus level. I think this inductee has promise” Pause in the conversation. “Yes Sir, I will see you when you arrive.” I heard the phone being placed on the cradle and his boots hitting the floor as he moved over towards me. “You my boy are about to get a visitor” he said, “make sure you’re respectful and open to the needs of the guest” I heard him snap his fingers. There were quick steps in the room. This time they did not sound like boots, but bare feet on the floor. I heard equipment being moved and felt hands cleaning me up a bit. “Quickly you useless faggots, you only have seconds to get this area ready.’ I heard faster walking around. “Unless you want the paddle you fucking degenerates, I suggest you more faster” I was a bit taken back, I could hear moving around, fast moving around. Prophet Kace was demanding. There was a Thud! at the door and someone gasped. “Answer the fucking door” Kace shouted. The door knob clicked and the heavy door swung open. “Master Jack, do please come in Sir” a timid voice said. I heard heavy boots on the floor as he moved into the room. The door clicked closed. “Get these useless fag boys out of the room” Master Jack said. “They have still not earned their mark, therefore they must be shunned from any form of pleasure. Unless you have already, escalate their lessons” “I have Master Jack” Kace said, as I heard the boys scurried out like cockroaches in the light. “Now let’s turn our attention to Cody” he said.

Hey all thanks again for being so kind with your comments. I only hope I can keep it up to a standard that will keep you coming back! Part 12 Justin came closer to us. He was holding my phone as I had thought. "Why do you have my phone? Are you like taking pics of this?" Justin put his cock up by my lips and like it was a reflex I opened my mouth and began sucking on the head. Mr. Miller was still inside me with my hands on his ass. I wasnt ready to feel him pull out yet. "Don't you worry Jake" Justin said smiling "Fuck that feels good. Oh yeah that tongue is good. Work it Jake. Get it ready for your hole." Mr. Miller put his mouth to my ear. "This is so hot to watch and while I'm still inside you. How many cocks had you sucked before today Jake?" I grabbed Justin's cock with one of my hands and used the other to pull Mr. Miller in tighter so I could answer his question. "None. I only sucked Mr. Kelly a little before you guys got here but I wasn't very good." "You were fine son." I could hear Mr. Kelly but I couldn't see him. I put Justin's cock back into my mouth. Mr. Miller whispered into my ear. "I would love to give you a lesson right now." He turned his head up to Justin. "Justin, how would you like to be the first guy to cum in Jake's mouth? Be the first load he swallows?" I had an easy angle looking up at him. He was smiling big. "Oh fuck yeah. I don't think that will take too long. He's not doing so bad right now." Mr. Miller looking at me now but talking to Justin said, "Oh just you wait." He put his mouth back to my ear. "Ok Jake, I want you to take only the head of Justin's cock into your mouth ok?" I nodded. "Now Jake, just do as I say. You don't have to say anything. I'll know youre doing it by the way Justin responds. Now make your tongue into a spear so it feels like its pointed at the end and try to use that tip of your tongue to probe into his piss slit. Lick the precum thats leaking out and try to get some of the precum that hasnt even come out yet." "Fffffffuuuuuuuu...." Justin didn't even finish the word. He let his mouth hang open. I could see the pleasure on his face even though he was looking straight ahead and not down toward me. "That's good Jake, now youre gonna take a little more of his cock at a time and I want you to really suck it like your mouth is a vaccum so it feels really tight around his cock. Go slow and try to suck real good. At the same time I want you to run your tongue up and down his cock. Really let him feel it." I did as Mr. Miller said going really slow and sucking his cock hard and tight and using my tongue like he said. "Oh...fuck boy! That's so goooooo...." "Yeah Jake. You hear that? You're doing really good. See how much more you can take. This is so hot to watch." I tried to take more of Justin's cock in my mouth. I knew I was going to reach my limit soon. This was definitely more than I took of Mr. Kellys cock. Just then, I yelped a little with Justin's cock in my mouth. "You felt that didn't you Jake." My eyes widened again as Mr. Miller's hard cock flexed and hit that spot again. I felt that pulsing electricity running through me as Mr. Miller began to rock his cock inside me again. "You like that don't you Jake? Having cocks in both your holes?" I was so turned on I decided I was going to take Justin's entire cock. I put one hand on his ass and pushed him into my mouth. "Oh fuck boy yeah, you like that? Fffffuuuuuck you have my whole cock in your mouth." I was sucking hard and I could feel that the muscles in my mouth were getting tired. But Justin started fucking my mouth too running it along my tongue. Mr. Miller loved it. "Oh fuck yeah I love seeing you getting your mouth fucked while I'm fucking you Jake. You are so fucking beautiful but you look even better with a cock in your mouth." Justin was loving the noises that my mouth was making around his cock. "Yeah boy. Slurp on that cock boy. Oh fuck that's so hot. Look at that. I love seeing my cock going in and out of your hot boy mouth. Fuck!" Justin was losing control. I could tell. I couldnt believe I was the one making him feel this way. Meanwhile Mr Miller was starting to fuck me faster. He was starting to pound me in a way he didnt the first time. "Fuck Jake your hole feels so good. Youre still so fucking tight and I love feeling my cum deep inside you. I'm going to shoot another huge load inside you. Just flood your insides Jake. While Justin shoots his load down your throat." "Fuck I'm gonna cum. You ready to eat my cum boy?" I started sucking harder, trying to use my mouth to get his cum out even as he was pumping my mouth in and out. My face was covered with a mix of spit and Justin's precum. "Oh oh ooooohhhhh fuck" And he thrust his cock into my mouth as his first rope of cum splashed in my mouth. I gagged but was determined to keep it in my mouth. As soon as I swallowed that first rope, I felt six or seven follow. I was getting hornier and hornier because I could feel Justin's cock flex each time a rope shot out. That's what I was feeling in my ass when Mr. Miller came in me and now I felt it in my mouth as Justin came. Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down and started making out with me tasting his own cum even though there wasnt much left. "Damn boy, you really fucking ate my load. That was so hot boy." "Jake I'm about to cum again." Mr. Miller was really pounding into me now until he thrust into me one last time so deep that he hit a spot that I swear he hadnt gotten to yet. I yelped as he came again. His back was arched and his body was like a dome above me with his cock so deep in me I swear he was hitting organs. He started making out with me hard as his body spasmed again and again. I was collecting so much cum from these men. That made me so happy and horny. I didn't want this to end. I didn't care how sore this would make me. Eventually Mr. Miller's spasms ended and he softened our kiss. And then we heard applause. "That was fucking hot guys." Mr. Kelly finally came into view with Justin moving off the bed. He was sitting at his desk with his cock as hard as ever. Mr. Miller put all his weight on me as he caught his breath. "Yes it was. Jake you are even hotter than I imagined. Fuck. I want to stay inside you forever." Mr. Kelly cleared his throat. "I think I'm due a turn. How do you guys feel about a second round?" He was holding the case as he asked the question and he wasn't looking at me. Mr. Miller began to pull his cock out. He went slowly and I could feel the emptiness that I never knew I would feel before this day. "You sure Mike? I don't even think he's cum down from the first one." "Youre the one that said he didn't need a beginner dose right? Besides tomorrow is Sunday....errr...today is Sunday. Plenty of time to recover for school on Monday." Justin left my phone near me and I picked it up. "How is it 2am already? I've been here almost 12 hours?" Mr. Kelly came over to the bed and laid down next to me rubbing my chest and abs. "It's been a fun life changing 12 hours hasn't it son?" That word again. I nodded. "You ready for more or you want a break?" Justin came out of nowhere and handed me a glass of water and some Gatorade. I drank it all. I didn't realize how thirsty I was. I scrunched my face after finishing the Gatorade. "That tasted a little weird right? We just put a little something in there that just keeps the fun up. You ready for another shot son?" "You mean another needle?" I couldn't believe they were going to give me another. I was still feeling the electricity running through me from the first one. "Yeah it just makes it more and more fun son. You want that don't you? Son?" He did that one on purpose. He knew what it was doing to me. And it worked. "Yes dad." He smiled. It was like we were alone having our own intimate moment. Dad and son again. "We're going to do it a little different this time. I want to be inside you when you get this one. Is that ok son?" I just nodded. "Good. Stay like this on your back." He got up and crawled between my legs. He grabbed his cloth bag and reached in. "First, I'm going to give you another booty bump. Just so you won't be as sore. I know this is a lot of cock for your first night. But this is what you wanted isn't it son?" "Yes dad." I could feel his fingers pushing into me and the slight burning that I had felt before. His fingers didnt have as hard a time as they did earlier. He was patient and massaged my thighs and abs until he saw that I was feeling that hunger. There was also another feeling I was feeling that was hard to describe. Like I was a little drunk and the world was moving a little slower. Somehow I was showing it all in my face. "I think you're feeling what you drank son. That's just going to make you feel so much better when I'm in you. You're ready for dad to fuck you again aren't you?" I nodded. "Let me hear you say it son." "Yes dad. Please fuck me again dad. I want your cock." "That's right son. And what else do you want son." "Your cum dad. I want more of my dads cum." I was reminded that we werent alone when Mr. Miller said "Oh fuck this is so hot and twisted." Mr. Kelly placed the head of his cock at my hole. I remembered how thick he was. He began to push inside me. I gasped. He moaned. He went slowly and I could feel him stretching the walls of my insides again. This time it felt good. There was almost no pain. It was like I was numb to the pain but the pleasure was more intense. Justin sat next to me and put the belt back on my arm. This time he was at my other arm. Once I felt Mr. Kelly's--dad's--pubes against my hole I knew he was all the way in. He felt so good in me. What would cocks that werent as thick as his or cocks that werent as long as Mr. Millers be like? Would I always need them to be this big? I felt the cold of the alcohol swab and then the prick of the needle. I still didn't want to look. "I think he got--yeah...he's pushing down now. Now son, this one is a little bigger than the first. But I got you. Don't worry. Your dad's here. Ready?" I nodded and I could feel Justin pull the belt off before he raised my arm off the bed.

8 by my 62 year old father. My hole has craved daddy dick/cum ever since.

PART 4 Since I didn’t even have my towel anymore, we were both now totally naked. I eyed his cock with a hunger that was new to me, it wAs so intense. And really, I think his eyes were the same for me. “Is this really your first time at a bath house, Chris?” he asked me. His eyes roamed my body as I stood in front of him. I had already decided to stick to honesty tonight and told him the truth. “ I only turned 18 recently and, well, it’s kind of a big step. I was really nervous that it would be too much or something bad would happen, but you guys have been so nice. And are like so perfect,” I added a little shyly. “You like older guys?”, he said smiling. “I don’t really like guys my age. Guys your age are so much hotter and experienced and stuff.” His hand wAs now on his cock, gently and slowly stroking. It was hypnotic watching him tug on his hardening cock. I am almost positive I just dropped to my knees without being pulled down. I am absolutely positive my mouth greedily opened and started to worship his cock. I worked my lips around his head and then bobbed down trying to take him into my throat. His thrust helped that happen. I pulled back and worked my tongue up and down the shaft. I kissed and kicked at his balls. “Yeah suck that man cock Chris. That’s why you came here isn’t it? You look so sexy with my hard dick filling your mouth,” he growled, looking down at me, as he continued, “but I know where you really want it.” I paused and looked up at him. “Was thAt really your first time getting fucked bareback?” He asked me. “Yeah, I was afraid to try it but it just happened and it felt so good. I didn’t know it could feel that good. It never did with condoms.” I said nervously. I was afraid he would think I was too inexperienced. “You... are hiv negative aren’t you Chris?” He asked me quietly. “Yeah. Well, I mean I think, well, I don’t know now. He told me. I asked him to cum in me anyways. I couldn’t help myself.” I felt so dumb the moment I said that, but his response surprised me. “Chris, I don’t want to get too deep here but I have learned there are certain gay men that discover that connection that barenacking gives us men. By taking his cock raw and taking his load in you, you guys are connected now forever. He bred you. His semen is soaking into you now. Some gay men, once they discover that connection they just want more and more of it. And for tops, it’s the same. We want to share our seed with our bottoms. I know I really want to have that connection with you, to share my cum with you. To give you part of me that you will always have.” As he finished saying that, his hands were gently pulling me up and helping me onto the bed. “I want to have that connection with you too. This is stupid, but when you said you wanted to take me to your room, I kept hoping you shoot lots of cum. Your balls are so big...,” I stammered. “Chris I am going to make you feel so good. And give you just what you need. And yes, you are going to get a huge load in you when I cum. You want that baby?” Falling back and pulling my legs up, I exposed my hole to him. “What a pretty hole. It’s all shiny with cum too. Cum makes great lube too”, he said, pushing a finger in my hole. I arched my back and gave in to the pleasure of my hole. There was one thing on my mind. I didn’t know if I should ask. Or if I wanted to know. When I thought about what had already happened it was too much to process and I just knew that at the time I hadn’t been able to resist it. If I asked, then i’d be asking for it before he even started. If i waited til after, then i could just say I didn’t know. And he already said he shoots a ton of cum. I had to know. “Ron, are you hiv positive?”

I prefer around 8 to 9, but I will try to take any cock offered. Biggest I've had was probably around 10.5-11 and thick. Took a long time and lot of lube to get him into me, but he did and even though my ass was sore for a couple of days, it was a great fuck.

So, so, SO fucking hot, nasty, twisted and EVIL!! I found out just recently that after having been "undetectable" for over a year, my VL has now climbed to just over 300,000! And that was in a matter of months! The first thing I did was hit up 2 guys I've pnp'd with on A4A who are chasers. I have fucked both of them more than once but they are still neg. When I told them about my new status, we had a Tina pozzing weekend. I'm not sure who was more excited - them to receive my newly-recharged virus, or me for the evil thrill of bringing them into the Brotherhood!! Sarah Palin's darkness is so HOT and NASTY!!

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…