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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**** *****

Daryl was on his back while his boyfriend, Peter, fucked him as they usually did a couple times a week. The only thing different, this time, was Brian, watching from a chair, stroking the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. Peter seemed to ignore the hot guy on the chair just a few feet over stroking, as he plowed into Daryl, while Daryl was trying his hardest not to constantly stare at Brian. By this time, Daryl would usually be faking moans so that his bf would finish. Peter was a nice young man and devoted boyfriend, but a horrible fuck. He even had a decent sized cock, Daryl thought, but Peter just couldn't get Daryl off. The chemistry just wasn't right. This time, however, Daryl was moaning with desire as he imagined Brian in place of Peter fucking him deeply. Peter sped up his pace a little as usual before he came, "I'm going to cum" he said. Peter then pulled out and jacked off onto Daryl's smooth belly like he had done dozens of time before. So well-rehearsed; and so boring to Daryl. Daryl faked another complimentary comment "Oh yeah, that was hot. I'm just too nervous to cum right now, I guess." Peter never seemed to care if Daryl came or not. Each fuck session ended the same way. And despite them having their first guest watch them fuck, Peter had a difficult time breaking his routine. "Uggh .. I need to shower. I'll be out in a few" Peter said, and then slipped away to the bathroom. He almost seemed oblivious to Brian even being there. Moments later, the bathroom door closed and the shower was running. Brian's patience was about to pay off. Daryl remembered the conversation they exchanged over e-mail messages as they arranged this. Peter would only agree to having a third person watch them fuck. Brian knew that's all that would likely happen. And since Brian was just going to watch, Daryl and Peter didn't mind Brian being poz. After all, he was just there to watch, so no harm done there. "Did you cum?" Daryl asked his newly-made athletic and hung poz friend. "No," Brian answered, detecting some interest on Daryl's part, "why don't you suck me off real quick while Peter showers." Daryl nearly jumped out of bed, and quickly made his way to Brian's thick tool. He had hoped this moment might present itself, and took advantage of it as quickly as he could. On his knees, Daryl struggled to go down down Brian's shaft. He was too aroused to even worry about Brian's HIV status. "Rules were meant to be broken," Daryl had thought to himself thinking about his own personal rule of not messing around with poz guys. Brian enjoyed his new twink friend gagging on his cock; and felt confident he would get what he wanted next. "Look, I know you don't play with poz guys. But, I can tell how much you want my cock. How about I just fuck you quickly so that you can enjoy it a little. I won't cum up in your ass or anything." Daryl thought for a moment. He had never had a cock as big as this, and the thought of getting fucked while his boyfriend was just down the hall showering, turned him on even more. It was so scandalous; and too delicious a thought for Daryl to not enjoy. He knew of a friend who let a poz guy fuck him, and he was still HIV neg. Fuck it, Daryl thought to himself, I WANT this cock. Daryl answered by moving back to the bed and laying back down on his back. Brian knew time was against them, and moved quickly into position, forcefully spreading Daryl's legs apart and throwing them over his shoulders while he pushed his thick cock into Daryl's already fucked and lubed hole. "It's gotta be quick .. oh FUCK!" Daryl tried not to shout as Brian's thickness entered and stretch his hole tighter than anything he'd ever felt. Thankfully his hole was very well lubed from his prior fuck. "Don't worry, I'll be quick," Brian said as he slid the rest of his girth inside Daryl, "I love how you stared at my cock while Peter fucked you. How's that feel?" "Fuck .. feels so damn good, oh GOD. Fuck me!" Daryl could barely contain the excitement. He was cheating with the biggest cock he ever seen, and letting a poz guy fuck him raw. The guilt and fear heightened the intense arousal he was already feeling. Brian picked up his pace and soon was all the way in him. "Oh yeah, take that huge cock." Daryl was having a hard time catching his breath, and trying not to moan too loud, "Oh god , don't stop fucking me." "I'm about to cum" Brian warned. "Please don't stop fucking me" Daryl begged. "But, I'm going to cum" Brian insisted. "Feels too good, don't stop," Daryl said. He had heard Brian's warning, but was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling and was losing control. Brian picked up his pace and jabbed deeply as his cock started to throb, "I'm cumming!" he said quietly while he continued to pound away." "OH GOD! OH GOD!" Daryl felt his cock about to explode; and he wasn't even jacking it. Brian pushed all the way deep inside Daryl and kept unloading the last of his load while Daryl started to shoot all over his stomach, chest and chin. Brian covered Daryl's mouth to muzzle the noise as Daryl moaned underneath his hand and sprayed his load. Brian slowly pulled his massive cock out of Daryl's hole. Both were relieved to hear the shower was still running as they returned to their senses. Daryl leaned forward and pulled Daryl close to his face, "You better leave before Peter gets out. "I'll tell him you were bored and left. Man, that was amazing. I've never been fucked like that. I want to be your boyfriend." Brian heard this before. One of the consequences of having a big dick is everyone says he wants to date you, but he felt an earnest and sincerity from Daryl he never felt before, "Well, you know how to find me. If you really wanna do it, I'm game. Let's talk again tomorrow." They kissed passionately albeit briefly, and then Brian made his quick escape. All before the shower had ended.

I shoot regular loads but I can precum a lot, especially if it’s been a few days between blowing loads. Is hyperprecumia a thing? lol Some guys love it, some guys don’t though, but it makes barebacking so much better. I love rimming a guy while I finger him with my precum - and nothing is better then eating ass after a fuck and not tasting lube, just his body and my fluids.

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.

This is absolutely true. Not only was it the first time I was fucked it also the first time I had any real homosexual feelings or physical contact. Ive never actually l told this anyone. Needless to it changed my life. When I was 17 I was really into motorcycle (I still am) A friend came over to see me on his bike and said he was going to see his cousin in Chiswick West London and asked if I fancied a spin over to see him. It was only a short ride, about 30 minutes so, I accepted the invitation. We arrived at his flat and I was immediately struck how his cousin looked like Anthony Andews, an English actor who had been in a TV drama based on the Evelyn Waugh book 'Brideshead Revisited' I had always thought I was completely straight until I'd watched that series but his character was obviously gay and I was surprised to have a bit of a crush on him. Any how my friends cousin looked alot like him. We went out for a drink in a local pub then returned to his flat where we had a few glasses of wine. I'm not and never have been much of a drinker. My mate said he had to go but, his cousin seeing I was very slightly inebriated said I could stay if I didn't want to ride my bike. Drink and motorcycles don't mix and even at that age I was fairly sensible. After my friend left his cousin poured more wine and the left the room returning a short time later wearing a dressing gown. I was sitting in an armchair and he sat on the floor infront of me. I was very taken with him and kept glancing under his dressing gown to see if was wearing anything underneath. We chatted and due to the alcohol I lost some of my inhibitions. We were both smiling and chatting, about what I can't remember and I continued trying to see under his dressing gown. He obviously noticed me looking several times and eventually said he thought I had enough to drink and he'd show me the bedroom. I quickly discovered there was only one bedroom in the flat. He told me to put my clothes on a chair. I turned round to do so, keeping my underwear on. When I turned round he was naked on the bed. I remember turning as red as a beetroot and was very embarrassed. He just smiled and told me to come to him. I told him I'd never done anything with another man and he told me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to. Of course once we held each other and kissed we did everything. It was painful the first time I was penetrated but he was the gentlest of lovers and the whole experience was absolutely wonderful. I fell for him big time but, he was a little older than me with different interests but, I will always have a huge soft spot for him, his gentleness and consideration.

Only a quick one from last night before I'm off to work. After the other day when Daddy and his friend visited, I was quite happy and content. Last night at about 11pm had a message from a number I didnt recognise saying; "Got your number from *Daddy* so I could visit again, you awake and free?" I replied I was, but had work early in the morning, so wouldn't be up for long. Then heard nothing for a reply, and though 'time to head to bed' Midnight my phone rings, stirring me. I answer "let me in, I'm outside." I let the guy in, yawning as I walk back to bed, but he has other ideas. Kissing me against the wall, he spits in my mouth again before another deep kiss, Pulling my nipples as I melt into his arms. "Your mine now boy" he moans as I stroke his cock through his joggers "now suck your new Daddies filthy cock clean." "Yes Daddy" I moan, letting him push me onto the bed. I slide his joggers down and My mouth finds his dirty cock. I let my pig side out as I lick up and swallow all his cock cheese. He holds some poppers to my nose and I take 2 deep hits, holding them while i'm licking and sucking his gorgeous cock...... I lie back, my hole throbbing as he lubes his cock up. He thrusts into my arse in one thrust, I moan loudly, beg him to be more gentle to begin, but he's not listening. Another couple of his of poppers. I don't care, I beg him to fuck me, fill me, use me.... And he does. Hard, fast fucking, he doesn't last too long, he tells me he's going to cum in my hole, and I beg for it. He buries it deep, and I feel a HUGE load of cum pumping into me. He pulls out, and brings his filthy cock to my mouth where I happily lick every inch clean from my hole. He kisses me after, telling me the fuck is "our little secret, and *Daddy* doesn't need to know." I promise him I won't tell, and that I'll gladly have more "secrets with my new Daddy." He leaves and I lie in bed, feeling nicely fucked before I get a text from him "Thanks for being a cheating slut, that was a nice 3 day load I blew. Next time, I'm staying the night."

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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.

Love to be your long lost/lust uncle. Very hot bod you have

You don’t say what kind of lube you’re using. The function of the colon is to absorb water, so I would avoid water-based lubes for a start. I would suggest trying oil-based, and start with natural oil, like vegetable oil based. I use a mixture of crisco and coconut oil, which is forms fore of a cream than a liquid. Petroleum-based lubes like Vaseline do prevent absorption by sealing the pores, but they also prevent the skin from naturally transitioning fluids, which ultimately leads to drying out. Silicone-based lubes are another option, though some people like myself have a reaction to some of them. One water-based solution that might work for you is K-Lube (similar to J-Lube) which is incredibly slick and a tiny bit of the powder goes a long way. It can be prepared in as thick or thin a concentration as you like. When I’m going to do a long night of hosting, I’ll usually inject a quantity of that up my cunt to lube the interior, and use my oil-based to prime the hole and keep it wet when it dries out.

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the "Strictly Stories" section. The original posting promised the story would be continued. If I find the continuation, I'll add it to this file. ********************************************************************* I was spending New Years Eve in a little town somewhere in Georgia. Definitely boring. Well, it was a grey Sunday and, of course, no gas-station was selling liquor. I was staying at some (straight) friends I hardly knew. Could it get any worse? Sure. No fireworks. What�s New Year�s Eve without fireworks and alcohol? Okay, okay back to the story. So this was my all-time favourite celebration: no alcohol, no close friends, no fireworks, no car, stranded in a small town somewhere in Georgia. After a very short party we all said good-bye and went back to our rooms. I was so pissed off but I managed getting even a little drunk (finally I found some). I went online and checked my messages on my favourite gay site, and ended-up talking with a guy from Atlanta with whom I previously exchanged IMs. He also was at a very boring party and asked me if I wanted to hang out with him. Sure, I said, but that he had to come down to my place, 'cause I didn't have a car. To my surprise, he responded he was enroute. An hour later he made it to my apartment complex, and jeez, he was black. Turns out he never told me 'cause he didn't want to disappoint me. C'mon whatï's going on with gay people in Georgia? So many prejudices out there to be ashamed of your skin color? He came up to my apartment and we sat down on my bed. I had no furniture in this room except my bed, which encouraged us to sit close to each other. He had brought a six-pack which we finished quickly. We were talkin' about this and that, and differences in gay culture, favourite sex positions, etc. when he suddenly came closer and kissed me. Five minutes later we were all naked and kissing, touching and exploring our bodies. After a lot of kissing (I love foreplay), we finally moved to the more interesting parts. I started to suck his huge black dick. It tasted so nice...pre-cum was oozing out of it but who cares? It tasted so good. I had to get more of it. But shit! No lube, no condoms - forgotten at home. Damnit. But his beautiful dark cock, this sweet taste and it was obvious he wanted to fuck me bare. I was sitting on his waist. His dick throbbing with pre-cum, moisturizing my crack. He was trying to get the head of his pole inside my ass and I was trying to relax and making myself comfortable with my decision of a bareback fuck with an unknown black dude. An unknown athletic black guy in his early 20s with a hot and smooth body and a beautiful 8 or 8.5 inch dick. The situation was scary but also made me rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I was so fucking horny! Riding his big black dick bareback was all my brain was able to think about. About him fucking my ass bare and pumping his hot semen in my ass. Eventually I loosened up and he finally produced enough pre-cum to lube my hole up good. The dark and nice sized head slide in to my ass. Slowly, his dick entered my hole inch by inch. It felt so damn good. When his shaft was fully inside my sweet neg white ass, he pulled out and flipped me over, lying on my stomach he plunged back in. I was shivering with anticipation and ready to get fucked by him when he asked me "Aren't you afraid about a stranger fuckin' you bare?" I froze in my motion. Excuse me? "Aren't you afraid of getting stds?" "Sure, I am! But do I have to?" He started to fuck me slowly. I don't know why but I started to moan. I couldn't help myself but his dick slowly thrusting in & out of my ass felt so incredibly good. Damn, I was horny as hell and still a little drunk. "I could stop if you want me to" he said in a soft and calm voice while kissing my neck. "Jeez, please stop" I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Should I really stop grinding your ass?" "Please stop" I was still moaning from the sensation of his pre-cum oozing pole inside my now sticky ass. "Do you really want me to pull my poz death stick out of your with my pre-cum dripping hole? Do you really want me to stop fucking you bare? My toxic black dick and balls slappin' against your ass? Don't you want this load in your hole?" he asked while tweaking my tits. What should I do? I mean, he was drilling my hole bareback with lots and lots of his pre-cum as lube. Should I really stop him? But why, I might already have it and he was a damn good top. Why should I stop him from fucking me? And the thought of changing my whole life within seconds and giving up my secure and boring college student career turned me on. Yeah, it turned me on and I wanted him to decide on my life. "Damn it! Yes, fuck me bare! Please, I want your come in my hole" That was what he was waiting for: his thrusts became more and more intense. I could feel how his orgasm was building up inside his balls. "You ready for my babies, you fuckin' slut?" "Yeah, breed me, man" I cried. "I'm making you my bitch - now!!!" he groaned as his dick erupted deep inside my ass and spurts of hot toxic semen flooded my hole. My body was still shivering when he wrapped his arms around me, still keeping his dick inside my hole. "Welcome" he said in a warm voice. "What have I done?" was my response. "Your first step to the darker site of hot gay sex. Now, you can have man to man sex as much as you want and always skin on skin without hesitating or thinking about status. It's real sex as it was meant to be, now. This pure and intense feeling only a good old bareback fuck can give you. And Now it's my turn to get your last negative load."

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

I can relate bud, I usually shoot 3 to 4 long thick ropes of poz seed. Need it daily but dont get it daily.

Understood. Right you are hearing that the Covid crisis is over but we still have small percentage of people dying from Covid. Obviously we can never say never.

When you said "it is no longer a death sentence" I thought you meant that when people get HIV and take the medication, they don't die from AIDS anymore. I had the same interpretation when you said, "if you get hiv you can get on meds and never have to worry. " So I apologize I misinterpreted your statement. All I wanted to clarify is that some people still die from AIDS even if they take the medication. True, it is nothing like it was before the medication (not even close). But people still die from it even if they do everything they can to stay alive. Yes, it is still best to take the medication as instructed if someone is infected and they have an excellent chance of survival. But it is not 100% and saying "never have to worry" is a negligent overstatement. There are a lot of HIV-negative people on this forum that are considering becoming infected and they need to know the truth about ALL possibilities. Yes, they should take their meds and live their lives. But, even though most of us can find ways to cover the $36,000.00 cost per year for those meds, we should still be aware it is not a full panacea. That is all my response was meant to be.

Instead of a specific place to retire, I chose to be a full time RV'er and stay at gay campgrounds. I winter at Sawmill campground north of Tampa and summer at Camp Buckwood south of Indianapolis. Not only is there plenty of sex, but after the original investment in a truck and trailer, it wides up being reasonably priced. One of the biggest joys for me is that I got rid of a massive amount of stuff that I had moved around the country multiple times. I'm now down to just things I actually use. Truly a liberating thing.

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 😎🍑💦💦💦💦💦

As I did what Jack asked me to dump loads into two under 25 maybe he won’t mind if I have some fun. As so as I say sure he picks me up like a rag doll Puts me over his shoulder then takes me to the back room. In the back room there are other older Daddies as the one who pics me up. Look at what I found one of these twinks who did not run away let's tune him up. They tell me to get into the sex sling as others put leather cuffs on my wrist & ankles. I see more in the room, and now I'm scared, and they see this I also see many of them have the same Bio Hazard & Scorpion tattoos as Jack has. They are also hung one comes over grabs my arm put a strap around I say I don't do drugs they laugh as the needle goes in they push the plunger and this is a heavy slam and WOW it feels good as a dick is put my mouth and someone is fingering my hole Daddy: We are going to fuck this faggot until he is bleeding so don't give him a break. I see them lined up stroking their dicks as it seems they are not a fan of a fem twink like me as they are just want to treat me like fuck meat. A few of them put their hands around my neck a choke me. They think they are treating me rough and mean but in fact, I'm enjoying being a cumdump as they are slamming me and booty bumps. I thought they were 5 in the room but more keep coming in as the more loads I get the better it feels as the squishy noise lets me know what a pig I've become. and being treated like this is a dream. Over there is this guy chained to the wall on his hands & knee. They come over to him and make him drink their piss. I hear a familiar voice I think it is Jack and it is as he asks me did do what he asked me if I knock up two of the under-25 group. Yes Jack I did. Jack said to the group. Jack: just to let you know this is my boy and is already POZ and while you fuckers are fucking each other my boy is out there Pozzing negative twinks and they will poz others. Jack looks into my face and asks if I'm having a good time YES I AM. So he starts to fuck me hard and blast his load in my hole. Then Jack goes over to the pig that is chained against the wall and drags him over to clean my hole out. I feel his tongue slurping. Out of all the cum that has been deposited in me.

I go to the locker room and see a bunch of guys who are my age and a few who are older. I'm to find someone around my age and fuck them raw. In the shower, I have a hard-on that I can't hide, and I have a big dick at 8 inches compared to the guys around my age. They have good-looking bodies, as I'm just a skinny twink. I go to the social area as it has a few beds with a couch and a few small rooms on the side. I see this hot-looking hunk eyeing me, so I sit beside him. We start to kiss. I put my hand on his dick. He pushed his hand away and then said I want you to fuck me as he went down on my dick, I put my finger in his ass (Jack showed me how to sharpen my nails in put minor cuts inside a hole). His teeth are tearing my dick. I push him off and get him on the couch with his ass high in the air, spit on his hole. He pulls out poppers. He is telling me he is ready. I get the head of my dick in and keep pushing in as he is giving me some resistance, so I slap him on the ass and say take it bitch. I'm fucking, and now he is moaning, and I'm ready to give him my toxic load. I feel my dick pumping as I pull out. My nails did their job, LOL Maybe I changed his life as Jack changed mine. When I pulled out, I saw a few older men looking at me, smiling with their thumbs up. I found the second one in the shower as I'm finding out that most under-25 groups are mostly bottom. For the second one, I just raped him shoving my dick in and fuck him as hard and fast as I could. My dick is sore as this is my first time fucking. I really like fucking but I feel weak so I take a shower and find a room to rest in. I feel someone massaging my butt cheeks as I look it's one of the old Daddies as they like to be called. Boy, you want to have some real fun?

When Jack said my days are numbered I have no idea what he is talking about. This morning I'm not feeling well as I feel fatigued muscle aches and a sore throat. Jack put his hand on my forehead and then said you are hot. Jack gives his friend Doc a call. Doc comes by and starts to inspect. Doc: temperature 103 I am sure this boy is going through seroconversion. Doc is laughing as he turns me over and spreads my ass cheeks to look at my hole and says Jack you did a beautiful job of wrecking this boy hole. Jack & Doc take me upstairs as they shut down the live stream. Jack says we must get you healthy for the next part of my plan. I have not seen myself in a mirror in weeks, but I do now, and I'm shocked as I'm all skin & bones. Jack since I've been here he has had me on the Porn Star diet. Nothing but clear liquids. Jack told me the next few days are going to be hard for me, and in a month, I will take a blood test to make Jack's toxic babies are my bloodstream. Jack is right the next 4 days were hard with fever and chills while sweating. Today I got out of bed the fever broke and I'm feeling better. I do notice I have a raging hard-on so I take a shower as I stick a few fingers in my hole and wish something was fucking me. Jack is feeding me real food now and I'm feeling much better as Jack is looking at my dick and is laughing as I need to take you shopping and that hard-on took care of at one of the clubs or bathhouses. Jack is not fucking me or giving me any drugs, as he wants me to return to usual looking. Doc: a month later boy I did a blood test, on me and you tested positive for Hiv. Now Jack does not want you on meds as he will explain it to you later. ,Jack: Im dropping you off at the local bathhouse you will spend the day there. Today those under, 25 get in free so I want you to Top 2 of those under 25 and deposit your load in their ass after you finger their hole like showed you. I'm scared shit as Jack drops me off at the bathhouse. I enter the guy behind the desk asks to see my I. D. hands me a condom with a packet of lube

Welp here we go, the next chapter. It might be a while before I can work on Another sequences. So I hope everyone enjoys this one. ============================================================ Palm Springs tends to be known for being a wide flat area out in the desert heat. While much of it is flat, there is a ridge of rock hills along one side that numerous houses have been built into over the years. One such house was built of red brick baked in the sun for close to 50 years. It was large and jutted out from the rocky hills much like a castle. It was here that Max, Cameron and Keith had just pulled up to in the Bears big pickup truck. Looking at it, you’d think no one was home as most of the lights in the house seemed turned off, but the dozen or so cars parked out front showed a different story. As the truck parked, Max leaned over from the drivers seat toward Kieth. “Ok Kiddo, here’s what you need to know, this place has some of the wildest most depraved sex parties all year, and Pride Week tends to be the best of those. You’re young and horny and still finding things out, and that’s fine Kiddo. You’ve already crossed a couple of boundaries today I’m sure you never thought about before, and this here, this is one more. Going into that house, you going to be in a for a hot mess of guys all wanting to fuck and get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible, and before you ask, yeah, most of them are going to be POZ. If you want to back out, now is the time to do it.” Max said, his voice stern and serious, wanting to get the point across without scaring Keith. Keith looked at the house, he could feel the thump thump of music blasting even from the car. “You got two Toxic loads in you sexy, but me and Max have been off our meds for about a month or so. You come in with us, there’s going to be guys who have been off meds for years, or never been on them at all.” Cameron said as he reached out to stroke Keith though his sweat soaked shorts. Cameron grinned as he felt the kids cock throb at his last comment. “Yeah I know, Im scared, but I think I need this.” Keith said before giving a moan as Cameron stroked him. “Well, sounds good to me, let’s get going.” Max said as the three exited and walked toward the house. Coming up to a small enclosed patio, they stopped as a huge black bear of a man sitting by the door stood up. “Keith, i’d like you to meet the owner and host of this sex fest, Sigmund.” Cameron said as the enormous ebony man looked down at the three. He wasn’t wearing much, just a black leather biker jacket and a pair of jeans that were mostly unzipped and could barely contain what had to be an enormous black baby maker. Sigmund looked at the three and made a show of grabbing his crotch. “Yeah thats me, but everyone around here calls me ‘Big Sig’ and with good reason.” He said, fishing out a massive foreskin covered phallus and waving it around just long enough to get a gasp from Keith before stuffing it back into his pants. “Good to see you two here again, Max, Cameron, looks like you brought along some fresh meat for the fun. He Poz?” Sig asked as his gaze bore down into Keith. “Not yet, but thats probably going to change by tonight.” Max said, and Big Sig chuckled. “It will if I have anything to say about it. I’m watching the door for the next hour and after that, well, keep an eye out for me.” He said, fishing out his massive member again, the foreskin so wrinkled that even looking half hard, it seemed there was still an inch or so of skin covering the tip. Less than a foot away form it, Keith could catch a heavy musky scent coming from the hooded cock. He watched it hypnotically before Max and Cameron began to push him towards the door. Just before the went to open it, Sig reached out again. “Hey you guys hold up, I know you two won’t care much, but I should still let you know, Angel is at the party tonight, visiting from San Fran.” He said and Max turned around. “Angels here? Shit, I thought he died last year.” Max said, and Sig grinned. “Well, if you see him, jury is out on wether that might be true or not. Either way, if the kid is on the fence about getting knocked up, meeting Angel might be, educational for the pup.” He said as he turned back around. For Keith, who was about to ask what the deal was, the question was lost as the door opened and the three entered inside. On the other side, the first thing Keith noticed was the music, loud electronic dance music that boomed through the house. The second thing of course were the men. Just in the front part of the house, Kieth saw about a half dozen beefy men in various states of undress. The third thing was the interior. As much as Keith was their for perky sexy, he couldn’t help but notice that the inside of house seemed to have been frozen in time from the 1970s. Everything from a sunken couch area around a metal fire pit, to shag carpets to various hanging decorations. It was jarring enough to briefly district him from the riot of sex and debauchery going on around him. A firm swat to his ass by Cameron of course got his attention. “Ok kiddo, we both fucked you good earlier today, and I know how are seed has already made you hungry for more. But you’re young and got a good thick cock on you boy. Theres plenty of time for fun here, but we want to see what you can do.” Cameron said. “What do you mean?” “He means, before we find more guys to pump your guts full of toxic spooge, we want to see you fuck some holes on your own.” Max said and then leaned in close “If you end up carrying our Poz Babies, we want to make sure your going to be a good boy and spread our strain around to the next generation” He said, almost whispering it into Keiths ear as he heard the boy moan as Cameron chuckled. “You didn’t think we were coming here just to fuck you all night? We could do that at home Kiddo. Now, go out and find some nice ass to knock up and get your rocks off. It is just as good to give as to receive after all” Cameron said. Keith looked to the two hot Daddies, thinking how much he’d been corrupted in such a short amount of town. This morning he’d come to Palm Springs hoping to get a little action, and now here he was being seduced into possibly being infected with a serious disease, and then, spreading it to others. Keith turned to ask Max what they were planning on doing, turned, and suddenly found himself alone. The sounds of sex were everywhere, grunting, moaning, the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin. Keith felt overwhelmed, not sure where to start as everyone already seemed engaged. A sudden cry caught his attention from a darkened room he was passing. “FUCK I’M CUMMING! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CHARGED UP LOAD!” Keith stopped, though his heart started racing as he looked into the darkened room. Figures moved in the darkness and he could make out someone hunched over a body, the bottoms legs slung over the tops shoulders. The two were going at it on an old dirty mattress that was slung on an even older looking box spring that lay in the middle of the room. The guy on top made a loud grunt and began to shiver wildly as he unloaded. Keith entered in, his hand unconsciously moving to grip his own cock and started stroking it as the two in front of him were clearly gripped in orgasm. Stupefied by the sight before him, Keith find himself asking the obvious. “Fuck, are you cumming in him?” He said, immediately feeling like an idiot as his eyes got used to the almost pitch darkness. “Piss off kid, I’ve been waiting all day to Re-Charge this bugged up hole, don’t need a smart ass interrupting.” Said the man on top, occasionally grunting as he flexed his cock, clearly intent on getting every drop of cum into the bottoms ass. With his eyes adjusting, Keith could see them both a bit better. Both seemed much older then himself. The top had a husky but firm looking ‘dad bod’ with a bushy salt and pepper beard. The bottom, from what Keith could see, looked to be a skinny tattooed Latino guy. “Now now, don't be so horrible. He's clearly a newcomer, I’ll be he’s not been fucked himself yet,” The bottom said before turning to look at Keith, his face a dark red and sweaty. “Come on over here, this is all a bit new to you isn’t it, first Party like this?” The bottom said as he ground his ass a bit against the top, getting another moan. Keith watched, his own cock fully erect now. “Um yeah, kinda, I came here with two other guys that I met earlier today.” He said, now fairly close to the others, now sniffing the mix of sweat and cum and other juices that filled the small room. “AH, that makes more sense, you’re not a smartass, you’re just new aint you.” The top said , his voice speaking with a wheezing tone as pulled his dick out with a wet juicy slurping sound. Keith looked at it as it was still mostly hard, the cock slick with cum and juices. The top began to stroke it slowly, seeing Keith eyeing it, he squeezed out a few drops of cum from the tip. “Well new comer, the slut needing some fresh toxic loads over here is Joaquin, and I’m Traivs.” The older of the two said as they helped Joaquin up from the cum encrusted mattress. As soon as Joaquin was up, Travis wrapped his big thick arms around him, pressing his still drooling dick into their dripping ass. “I’m Keith,” he said lamely as he watched Travis run their big hands up and down the tattooed but smooth skinned body of Joaquin. “Well Keith, if you are at a party like this, You’re either Poz, or you’re looking to get Poz. And judging by how shy you still seem, I’m guessing your are still shooting blanks as it were.” Travis said, his voice still wheezing slightly, yet gruff and speaking in a tone of dominance that went down Keiths Spine. “Yeah not yet, I never thought about it before today, but, I’m kinda thinking about it now.” He said, looking at Travis molest and play with Joaquins body, twisting a nipple, or squeezing what Keith saw was a slender, yet very long foreskin covered cock. “If thats the case, why don’t you lay back and ride my Toxic Poz Pistol, my balls got plenty more lethal bullets to fire off for a young buck like you.” Travis said with a lewd grin. Keith swallowed nervously, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, something about the bear made disagreeing almost impossible. Luckily, it was the latin who came to his rescue. “Ease off, you’ve promised all those toxic babies to me tonight remember? Besides, I think our boy is needing something else, aren’t you” He said, swishing over to Keith who realized, despite the tattoos, scares, and deeply tanned body, Joaquin was probably more of a queen than anyone else he’d met so far. Keith felt smooth fingers slid down to his cock and cup his balls. “How about you come over here and give my hole a try as well. I can promise it will be something you’ll never forget.” He said as he pulled Keith forward with one hand, and continued to stroke Keiths now drooling dick with the other. “Guessing you’ve not fucked anyone tonight? “ “Not yet, actually, not shot a load since this afternoon” Keith said as he gave a small moan as his sock was stroked. “Well you are in luck, this big gruff Poz Daddy loves to watch others fuck me up. So how about you get ready to add you own cum to my hungry poz pussy.” Joaquin said as Travis, almost, interrupted him but got a swift swat to the ass. “So tell you what, how about you come over here, and slide that nice young cock of yours up my drooling sex pit” he said as he once more laid back on the stained mattress, pulling his legs back to show off a slick ass. The ass looked tight, smooth, but knowing it was most likely full of infected POZ seed made Keith hesitate. “Thats, hot, but I’m not sure…” Keith started, but before he could say anything else, Travis had come up behind him and wrapped his big bear like arms around his body, pulling on a nipple. “Look just relax, if you are at a party like this, you shouldn’t be worrying about who you fuck or how. Your cock knows what it wants, so just be a good horn dog, and fuck this ass while it’s good and juicy.” Travis said as he worked on Keiths tits, seeing how much the boy moaned and shuddered from them. In Keiths mind he was having another crisis of hesitation. The ass in front of him was clearly Poz, and the cum dripping out was also infected, and yet, as he moaned and felt his cock twitch, a voice told him he’d already done this once before when he Fucked Daddy Max. What was one more fuck. With a grunt he slumped forward, and easily sunk balls deep into Joaquins sloppy ass. Joaquin moaned as he pulled his ass forward and then back, and back again, fucking himself onto Keith's erection. "Fuck that feels good!!” Keith moan, grunting under his breath but certainly loud enough for the others to hear, as he began to thrust his hips, slowly and gently at first, fucking Joaquin. Each thrust making a wet, sloppy sucking sound from the ass he was fucking. “See how good it feels? Poz Cock, Poz Ass, it all feels better than being Neg. You’re going to find this out.” Travis said, sliding his hand onto Keiths well toned ass, the top third of which was bare as his boxers were sliding down a bit by now. Watching the kid fucking, Travis slid his fingers down and started exploring his ass crack, pushing his boxers down even further as Travis pushed a fat finger into Keith tight yet yielding ass. "Oh Fuck! I think I'm gonna…UNGH! I’m going cum!” Keith exclaimed, as his body started to jerk suddenly, his asshole spasmed tight around Travis beefy finger. Keith gave another deep moan and grabbed Joaquin's hips, and began to fuck deeply and erratically, jerking into the sloppy poz hole as he unloaded his negative seed. “Oh yeah there you go. Just let it go neg boy - cum inside him. Good boy. Shoot out all your neg seed.“ Travis said, as he continued to work his finger deeper up Keiths throbbing ass. His cheeks clenching as he continued to cum, Keiths hips hammering hard into Joaquin, unloading his cum into Joaquin's poz infected sex pit. "Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck...' Keith grunted as he came, grinding his cock into Joaquin's guts. "Good boy," Travis praised again, letting Keith slowly come down off his orgasm as he started to stroke his own cock again, now quite firm after watching the fun. “Shit boy, you done make me good and horny again.” He said as he watched Keith give a final grunt and pull out. Cum dripping off his cock, which was still rock hard and pulsing. Travis whistled at the sight, admiring the young stud. Joaquin meanwhile reached for a plug that was behind the bed and, with a well practiced motion, slipped it in his hole with a wet juicy pop. “Mmmmmm Only thing better than a hot load up my guts, is two hot loads.” He said as he stroked his belly with one hand, while sucking the cum off his fingers from the other. “Too right, of course, there is something else just as good as getting two loads, it’s giving two loads.” Travis said as Keith suddenly felt the heat of a large, pointed, and dripping dick at his ass. “How about it boy? You just had your dick deep up a Poz ass flooded with infected seed. The bug is probably already up inside you, why not just let Uncle Travis take it one step further.” Keith gasped and leaned forward, he wanted to say no, but as he felt the cock push against his ass, he realized it felt too good to stop. This was it, he was going to get Poz Fucked.

PART TWO What was Daryl supposed to do next? He tried to stop thinking of Brian, but the sexual attraction was constantly there. Peter was a good guy; Daryl liked him and did not want to hurt him. The first few times he'd called Brian, he felt guilty. He and Brian would talk over the phone, after work, or when Peter was out, and both would find pleasure in these nightly chats. Not only intellectual pleasure, but also a hot jack off session foreshadowing the fun they would have again and again. Without Peter. Daryl had been negative all his life. He desperately wanted it to stay that way. He got scared merely thinking about HIV. It made his heart beat and his adrenaline rush. But when he was with Brian, he stopped caring. He cold no longer help himself from becoming a whore or his bottom bitch. Even cheating on Peter had turned him on. He could no longer think rationally. Peter had continued plowing Daryl's ass before bed time, but Daryl just could not get off. No matter what - it seemed the chemistry just was not there. Unlike when the sexy Brian had been inside him. And now that Peter was away on business for a few days, Daryl sat wondering if he had made the wrong decision to invite Brian over. A "date" consisting of a few beers and a movie, he had explained. But he knew they would fuck. So Brian came over and, after some chit chat and a few beers, they started kissing. Brian wanted to put his thick cock inside Daryl again. And Daryl was horny for it, too. Brian asked him if he loved his partner, but Daryl could not bring himself to say yes. Again, he explained that Peter was a nice guy. "So you prefer a real man who knows how to fuck you and make you moan and roll your eyes. I'll do just that for you. And more." That as basically the reason why Daryl got on his hands and knees and let the top penetrate him. And, like the first time, Brian started to bang Daryl's tight hole. Slowly at first, but faster and faster by the second. Only this time, there was no need to rush. He watched and drooled as he admired Brian's reflection in the mirror. The stud was holding his ass and fucking it hard and deep. "Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me Peter means enough to you and I will stop," Brian proposed. But Daryl said nothing. The choice was made. He loved Brian. When Peter called to wish Daryl a good night, Brian did not stop fucking. Brian enjoyed watching Daryl pretend to be groggy and taking from a nap as his cock invaded Daryl's pussy. Peter's former partner. He whispered to Brian that he was getting close. Daryl didn't know how to respond. He knew he wanted to be with Brian, but he couldn't just end things with Peter like this. Sensing Daryl needed help, Brian leaned in and whispered in his ear: "When you tell him that you love him, I won't hesitate. Ill fuck you fast and furious. I'll make you beg for my cum. Then I'll breed you." Daryl felt a wave of desire wash over him. The conversation between him and his boyfriend (or was it former boyfriend now?) was winding down toward the traditional evening greeting. "Anyhow I should get back to work," Peter was saying. "See you tomorrow, Daryl." Now was the moment to decide: stay forever stuck in a deteriorating relationship and feeling unsatisfied in bed, or let loose and take the POZ stud up the ass raw. "I love you, baby." Daryl was looking straight into Brian's eyes. He repeated it again just as Peter was hanging up on his end. He continued moaning... "I love you, Brian! Cum in me. Knock me up." Brian's sexy face contorted into an animal's rage as he unloaded several spurts of cum into his new boy's unprotected yet willing hole. "Fuck yeah, bitch! I know you want it. Get ready, baby... Here's my toxic load for you." And he came inside Daryl. Again.

It was somewhere around 2009, I was done with film school and working gig to gig. Mostly working paycheck to paycheck at this shit job in an equipment rental house/studio in the city. Still struggling with my sexuality to an extent, certainly deep in the closet at this point. I was still telling myself that sex with guys was only when I was really horny and masturbation wasn’t cutting it. I always played safe, well not always, but I tried to. This was before PrEP. So as far as I was concerned, as long as I had sex with guys infrequently and with protection, no one would ever know and one day I would just quit altogether and go about my life as a straight guy. Most of my hookups with other guys would happen at this point through Craigslist. It was the Grindr of the time. You could put what you were looking for, with pics, all the responses would come straight to your email where they would live until you wanted to respond, it was great. One drunk night I had post an ad and then passed out. A few days later I checked that email, which was a burner email, I had way more responses than I normally got. I looked at my ad to see what I wrote to get so many hits. “22, straight, kinda tipsy. Mostly like a quick fuck,” was all it said, with a torso pic of me in my white CK briefs, my head obviously not in the picture. Half of the responses were from guys I would never sleep with. I wouldn’t say my standards were higher in those days, I just had a mental block that only allowed me to sleep with guys who were “model attractive” because…somehow that made it less gay? Filtering most of them out, deleting the ones that were just old man dick pics and guys who wanted me to call them “daddy”. I responded to a few, most of them never got back to me because. I found that most of them were burner accounts and if you didn’t respond within an hour, you usually never got a response. One guy hit me up the next day. “Hey, sorry I missed this, you look hot. I was only in town that night, had some work in the city. I’ll be back in a couple weeks though. 26/m/DC here.” He attached a similar torso pic, clearly he worked out, he was maybe 5’10”, and looked like a frat bro-leaning Abercrombie model. He even wore Abercrombie white briefs in the photo. That prompted me to ask if he was a model or if he was catfishing me. He responded saying he was neither a model nor catfishing me. Apparently, he did something in finance/banking, but neither of us got into specifics. He asked what I was into. I explained that I’m not gay, just get horny sometimes and need sex. “Oh, so do you like to fuck or get fucked?” He asked. At this time I was pretty versatile, “I usually like to fuck, but that night I was pretty tipsy and was trying to get fucked.” I told him. “Damn, I wish I had caught you at the right time. Did you get fucked that night?” “No, honestly I basically post that ad and then passed out after. Was incredibly hungover and horny the next day. I certainly wished I had got your message though.” I teased. “Yeah, would you have let me fuck you?” He asked straight up. “Maybe, depends on how big you are, I’m not a pro.” I joked. “It’s not that big, like 7.5 inches, cut.” He attached a photo, it sure looked bigger, and thicker than mine. “Damn, it looks big, I would’ve let you try though, as long as you’re gentle,” I told him. “I’m always gentle, love to feel a tight straight boy open up for my dick.” He told me. “You ever been rimmed?” “No, I don’t think so anyway.” I was at work when I got that email so I didn’t look it up. “You’ll love it, it’s when I use my tongue to tease your hole, get it lubed up and ready for my dick. Makes it easier to slide in when your outer ring is primed and ready, almost begging to get fucked.” This one made me horny as hell. Good thing I’m a briefs guy, I was able to hide it while at work. When I got home I stripped down to my underwear, my 22-year-old dick was hard before my pants came off and I was ready for some porn. I did take a quick pic with my flip phone and emailed it to him, “Damn, that sounds hot, look what you did to me.” I captioned. “Look at all those spread legs, love to fuck you in that position, that way I can watch your face as you feel me push balls deep into your tight hole. Do you like to kiss?” He asked. “Not really, I’m not really into guys like that,” I told him, which was true, at the time I felt like somehow that was a bridge too far, like kissing would make you gay, whereas getting fucked by a guy was just some form of extreme masturbation between friends. “That’s cool, I get it, but would you stop me if I tried?” he ased in a single sentence response. Now, I’m jerking off at this point and felt like he would stop responding if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted. “I wouldn’t stop you, in the heat of the moment…what ever happens, happens.” “Good, when you are balls deep in a guy, a deep kiss unlocks the hoe in him, then I can really fuck him like he needs to be fucked.” He fired back. Something about this wording got me going. Up to this point, I had had good sex with some guys, I had had bad sex with some guys, but I knew the best was yet to come and this guy seemed to know what he was doing. “Damn man, I really need to get fucked now.” “Yeah? With condoms or bareback?” he asked. “I try to make condoms a rule,” I told him. “Yeah, raw feels so good, but it’s important to play safe,” he fired back. “Have you ever let a guy fuck you raw?” I knew where this conversation was going, if he was in the city and trying to get in me tonight I would’ve lied and shut it down, but I figured there was no harm in feeding that flame. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been caught up in the moment and things happen,” I was vague. “Oh yeah, I know about that. I’m STD-free and want to stay that way, so I use condoms all the time. I have had the occasional ‘heat of the moment’ fuck, but that’s rare. Were you hoping to get fucked raw, that night I mean?” He asked. I had to think about this. “I was pretty drunk, I wasn’t even thinking about that. If we had met up, I probably would’ve just gone with the flow. Good thing you prefer condoms.” I told him. A few minutes went by, and I refreshed a few times, still slowly jerking myself off. “I probably would’ve pushed in raw, got a few strokes in just to feel it, then I would’ve wrapped it up.” He finally responded. This made my balls tighten. My hormone-filled brain thought, “yeah that makes sense.” So I quickly typed back, “Mmm, that’s hot, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I told him. Before he could respond I felt my balls tighten and instantly hot cum was erupting onto my abs and pooling in my belly button. I went to clean up and never checked for another email from him before going to sleep. ****** Two weeks later I was at work on a Friday night. They had me at the front desk because one of our studios was being used to film a music video. So I spent most of my night online. While the studio technically was closed at 11 pm, we had an unwritten policy to let productions stay until 1 am as a courtesy. By 10 pm my friends were all out having drinks without me, I had a few dozen texts telling me to “just lock up” and stuff like that. A producer came over to me and asked me if it would be possible to stay a little later than the 11 pm “hard out”. I acted like I was doing him a huge favor, even though this kind of thing happened often, but I told him as long as they wrapped by 11 and were out the door by midnight I would turn a blind eye. He thanked me and went back into the studio. About fifteen minutes later a production assistant came over to me with a six-pack of Magic Hat #9 and told me it was a gift from the producer, as a “thank you.” I wasn’t going to say no, I took it and cracked one open. Then a second in what felt like no time at all. By 11 pm the music was still thumping so I knew they were not packing up yet. I looked around to make sure no one was near me, then I opened Craigslist on my laptop. I looked at a few posts, but I never responded. Honestly just being on the website made me feel like I was going to get “caught” so I just quickly posted an ad, really just hoping to get a few responses and chat, but not actually hook up. I looked into my burner email and saw a bunch of junk and an unread message from the guy from DC. There were a few unread messages actually. This made my dick jump to attention. “That’s so hot, man, how many strokes can I get in before I should wrap up?” the first message said. “Did I take it too far?” The second read, a day later. “Hey, not sure if you’re still interested, but I’m going to be in the city again this weekend. I’ll be at the Rennasaince in Times Square if you want to meet. No pressure.” This one was time-stamped yesterday. I cracked open a third beer, I’m a bit of a lightweight so I shouldn’t be on a third beer in an hour. I started to respond to his email a few times, then deleted. I kept reading and rereading what we said, looking at his body and dick pics, I was hard to the point of frequently checking to make sure my precum wasn’t visible in my jeans. “Hey, sorry I didn’t respond. I was jerking off and as soon as I blow my load I’m not really into guys anymore, if that makes sense. I’m having a few drinks right now, but I’m not going to be free until at the earliest 1 am.” I told him, not even expecting a response. I went to the bathroom to make sure I was “fresh”, and tried to dry the precum already leaked into my red briefs. Back at my laptop, I had a bunch of new responses from guys to my recent ad. The only one I read was from DC guy. “I’ll be up. I just got checked in a little while ago. I was going to hit up the sex shop and get some lube and stuff, you want to come by the hotel when you’re done? Or I could meet you out?” I quickly replied that I would meet him at his hotel and he fired back with the room number. I logged out and did my best to rush the load out in the studio. Finished a fourth beer and headed uptown to meet the guy from DC. ***** Even after four beers, I was a nervous wreck by the time I was riding up the elevator. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest and I had to really focus to keep my body from shivering from the adrenaline rushing through me. Thankfully he looked exactly as he described, and his pictures were not old. He was wearing a robe, having just showered but it was loose on top so I could see his toned body. This didn’t settle my nerves, only made the anticipation worse. Him being in his robe meant he was naked underneath and I felt this meant I couldn’t back out, or at the very least I needed to make sure he got his nut. He recognized my nervousness and offered me another drink. I accepted and we just chat for a few minutes while I sipped my drink. It helped me get comfortable. Turns out his name is Bryce. The second I put my empty drink down, Bryce’s hand was on my upper thigh. My dick is instantly hard in my briefs. I’ve done this “hookup” with strangers before and it never gets less awkward for me, I don’t know what he’s into, I don’t know if I should be more aggressive or passive, I don’t know what’s a turn off for him, so I try to just follow his lead. His hand slides up my pants and cups my balls from the outside, I let out a soft moan. He smiles, and his dark blue eyes twinkle. “Let’s go to the bed,” he calmly says. I nod. Kicking my shoes off, he grabs a black grocery bag and pulls out a few items, setting them on the nightstand. He slides his robe off, his muscular back facing me, his ass is meaty and firm. I quickly start to undo my pants and push them down. The drinks hit me hard in this moment and I nearly fell over trying to get them off, twisted around my ankles, I fell-sat on the end of the bed, clumsily pulling the pants inside-out to unshackle my ankles. He turns to me, ripping the plastic safety color off a new little brown bottle with his teeth, spitting it to the ground as he walks over to me. His dick quickly grew to full attention, I swear it was bigger than he said it was, or maybe mine was smaller than I thought either way, it was big, like a baby’s arm holding an apple, now inches from my face as he stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my shirt off over my head, leaving me in just a pair of red Armani briefs and black ankle socks. I could smell his scent and soap from his shower wafting off his crotch as it was dangling in front of me. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, giving me the look of a man expecting me to put his hard dick in my mouth. I’m not very experienced in oral sex. To be honest, I was always a bit of a germaphobe growing up, so it took me into my late teens to even enjoy kissing (girl or guy), the idea of putting someone's privates in my mouth made me too uncomfortable, didn’t matter the sex. But, I knew I couldn’t expect to receive without giving, so I would do it, but my heart was never in it and I knew they could tell. Thankfully Bryce had just showered and I knew it was as clean as it would get, so I grabbed it with my hand and pulled him into my mouth. With my eyes closed I did my best to suck his dick, I felt my eyes water when he tried to thrust into my throat, I would gag, but thankfully no more than that. After a couple of minutes and one really forceful thrust, I had a panic moment and pulled off his dick, jerking it slowly, covered in my saliva. I wiped the wetness from my eyes and mouth as I jerked him. His hand massaged my head, gently nudging me to continue. So I did. I heard him shaking the little brown bottle as I tried to suck his monster. He opened it and put it under my nose and I had no choice but to breathe it in since his dick was in my mouth. The smell was intense, my head started to spin and my heart started beating faster, suddenly I felt relaxed. He did it to the other nostril, telling me to take a deep breath this time and I did. Holy shit, the rush was amazing. I suddenly felt so slutty, like I really could suck his dick into my throat and I tried. I heard him taking a hit from the bottle as I bobbed on his dick, the subtle moan from him as I got deeper on him, and my saliva really started to flow. He capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed, grabbing the back of my head he started to control the rhythm of my blow job, slower and slower, deeper and deeper with every thrust. Suddenly my nose was buried in his nicely trimmed pubes, his balls hit my chin and I realized I had his entire dick in my mouth and throat and I wasn’t gagging. It excited me, I just let him start to slowly fuck my throat, when I heard him whisper, “I’m close.” I kept going, I had never gotten a guy close before just from oral sex, I let him keep fucking my throat and he said it again, “Fuck, I’m close,” and he pushed a few more thrusts and I felt his body tense, his balls tighten and his cock expand and twitch in my mouth as he shot a hot load of cum into my throat. My eyes went wide, and he let loose at least two volleys in my throat and slowly pulled out, another spurt filling the back of my mouth and another on my tongue until his orgasm stopped. I didn’t know what to do, I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, I felt myself swallow what was in my throat instinctively as he nut, the rest that was in my mouth I wanted to spit out, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom sink to spit it out. Coughing cum out of my throat, but there was no getting around it, I swallowed a good amount of Bryce’s cum. I could certainly taste it in my mouth as I swallowed and spit, then rinsed my mouth. Turns out cum doesn’t just rinse out, I had little choice but to let the flavor linger in my mouth. I heard him laugh, “Sorry man, I tried to warn you, when you didn’t pull off I thought you wanted me to cum in your mouth.” He confessed. I wasn’t mad, just a little grossed out, “it’s fine,” I said, wiping my face off, and walking back to where he was on the bed. “Fuck that felt good though,” he smiled a very sexy smile, dimples and all. Still wrapping my mind around what just happened I just agreed with him and picked up my underwear. "Are you leaving?" He asked. Again, I'm not a pro at random hookups, but in my experience, once the top blows his load…it's kinda over. Especially if I'm not already close to blowing my load. He could see the confusion on my face and snatched my briefs from my hand, tossing them across the room to the couch. He pushed me back into the bed, pushing me up so he could climb on the bed between my legs. My dick went from limp to rock hard in 2 seconds flat. He spread my legs wide so he could get a better look at the entire area, then dove into my dick getting it sloppy wet. He didn't struggle at all to take me into his throat, it was impressive and intimidating, but man did it feel good. I could help but moan softly while squirming from the pleasure. He then went down to my balls, sucking each one hard enough that it triggered my pain sensor before he would drop it from his mouth. Licking further down, and instantly blowing my mind, he started to rim my hole. I let out a moan that sounded like "Oh my God" but none of the consonants came out. He took that as a sign to continue lifting my legs to expose my hole for him some more, placing a pillow under my ass. Then diving back in, his tongue pushing into my tight pucker two or three times before he came up for air. "Damn that's a tight hole, you don't get fucked often do you?" I sat up on my elbows, "no, I'm mostly with women," o felt the need to remind him. Though that comment seemed to not register at all. He came up, wiping the wetness off his face his dick now rock hard again next to mine and his soft balls dangling on my hole. Like magic, he had the little brown bottle and was uncapping it for me. I understood the drill now and inhaled deep twice for him. My head started to spin, that rush came over me again. He capped the bottle and headed it to me. He reached for the lube on the nightstand and was pouring a generous amount into his hand. He smeared most of it onto my hole, gently he pushed in a finger, then a second with ease thanks to the poppers and lube. I was just enjoying all the pleasure he was offering up. He started slowly stroking himself, adding lube to his dick and then a little more to the fingers playing with my hole. "Take another hit," he suggested. I wanted that rush, though the last one hasn't worn off yet, but I did as he told me. A quick hit on each side. As he did his cock up and down my crack. "No, you have really inhale," he smiled grabbing the bottle and showing me how he did it. Then he passed it back, giving me a, "go ahead" nod. I took two really big hits this time, I thought I would pass out this time, but man everything felt so good, every little touch was tingling through my body. "There you go," said, rubbing his dick up and down my crack some more. Adding some lube as he paused right at my hole, his tip adding just enough pressure to feel where it opens but not pushing in. He let out a soft moan, "Man I want to fuck this tight ass," he continued to gently hump me so his cock slid up and along my balls. Leaning over me, he felt huge, over me, he leans in and gives me a peck on the lips. Then another and this time I instinctively kissed him back. Wow, he's a really good kisser. His tongue invaded my mouth the way it had my hole only moments ago. His hips were thrusting his cock up and down my crack, I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back as we made out with a passion I've never experienced with a man. I swear my hole slightly opened from the amazing pleasure I was getting from all the ways his body was touching mine, especially his hard dick sliding across my hole. "Mmm, can I stick in you?" He asked then started kissing my neck. "Ummmhmmm," I managed to moan. "Raw?" He whispered into my ear. My horny brain had nearly flatlined, but still had enough sense to say, "mmm, condom." He kept kissing my neck as he reached over to the nightstand, pulling one from the open box and then knocking the box to the floor. He returned to my mouth, and humped me some more, "Let me open you up before I put it on." He broke our kiss and sat on his heels, putting one of my ankles on his muscular shoulders as he maneuvered his dick head to the center of my hole and started to push before I could object. It stung, but my hole gave in quicker than it has in the past. I took in a sharp breath, "Ah, fuck man…just, just a few strokes ok?" I said through grit teeth, trying to relax. "Yeah, like a hundred," he grinned, slowly pushing into me. "Oh, mmmm, no, ugh, like ten," I managed to say. "Twenty and I'll wrap up," he negotiated as he slowly bottomed out inside me. "Ungh…fine, be gentle, I'm not a porn star," I reminded him. "Take another hit, it will help you relax and adjust." He held his dick at the hilt waiting for me. I slid my hands around the bed until I felt the little brown bottle I quickly to two big hits, then he did the same and then held it under my nose for two more. My head spinning, I felt my body give in to his iron-hot dick inside me. He slowly started to pull out, then push back in. "That's it, open up for me," he whispered. I tried to relax, the pain and pleasure of his dick was intense, but the pleasure was so good it almost didn’t matter that it came with the pain. His first few strokes were slow enough it was easy for me to keep count, I wasn’t at first but I was able to pick up at around stroke 6 because that one went a little deeper and brought back that twinge and a little bit of a yelp from me, “ungh, shit, easy, easy,” I whispered. “It’s ok, feel my dick inside you, fuck doesn’t that feel so good,” he gave me another three deep strokes in quick succession. “Mmm, yeah, fuck dude,” my hand stopped pushing on his abs to prevent him from going deeper and I started rubbing my fingers through my hair. He leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t hesitate to accept it this time, moaning on the deepest and hardest stroke yet, somewhere around 14 or 15 I guessed. His tongue deep in my mouth as he moaned into me and I moaned back, wrapping my legs around him as my hands explored his strong back. It felt so good. A few more strokes and I knew we were beyond 20, just to be sure I counted 5 more before I broke our kiss, “ungh, condom, oh fuck,” I felt my hips rocking up into him on his next downstroke. He thrust balls deep and sat up, “fuck, I wasn’t counting,” he laughed, “was that already 20?” He started reaching around the bed looking for the unopened condom, still balls deep in me. “You’re so tight, I would’ve guessed you were a virgin,” he joked, tearing the condom open with his mouth. I was in a fog of pleasure, “nah, just don’t get fucked often,” I said out of breath. He slowly pulled out of me, then tapped his cock on my hole, “felt so good in you raw,” he smiled at me, pulling the condom from it’s wrapper. “Yeah, for me too,” was all I could think to say. He rolled the condom down his shaft, adding a little more lube, then quickly lined back up with my hole and started pushing in slowly. “Unnnnh, fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck, so tight,” he pushed my knees up by my head and bottomed out. He started slow but quickly got up to a fucking pace. Alternating between hard and fast and then slow and sensual. His dick was hitting me in all the right spots, so I started jerking myself off best I could with my legs pinned to my chest. It was all too much, he was so sexy and his sex felt so good, I wasn’t going to last too long. After a few minutes he pulled out, “roll over,” he said, helping me onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and sank his dick in one hard thrust. “Ah, fuck, easy man,” I moaned. His arms slipped under mine, gripping my shoulders from underneath so he could pull himself into me with every thrust, “mmm, fuck,” I murmerd. “Yeah, you like this dick in you don’t you?” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “Mmm, yeah, fuck it feels so good,” I could barely speak. He kept fucking me like this for a few more minutes and then pulled out, catching his breath, “fuck I got close,” he laughed, “not ready to cum again yet.” I rolled back onto my back, propping a pillow under my head as he put one under my ass again. I watched him pull the condom off his dick slowly and toss it on the night stand. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Need another one, this one’s done,” he said. Which I didn’t really understand. “It broke?” I asked, slowly stroking my dick. “Yeah, you’re tight,” he said, reaching for the lube again, adding some to his dick. Then using his slick hand to stroke my dick. I let him jerk me off a little and I reached for the poppers. He kept jerking me with one hand and used his other hand to jerk himself with his cock head rubbing my hole. It felt so good. I took a deep hit on one side, then the other. The rush came over me again, fuck everything feels so good. I took over jerking myself, I was determined to cum. He continuted jerking himself off on my hole, adding a little more pressure, then a little more until the head was back in me and my hole clamped onto his dick. Using both hands to spread my legs while he pushed just the tip in and out of my hole. “Mmmm, fuck that feels good,” I moaned. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah,” I breathlessly and furiously jerked my dick and flexed my hole. “Want me to give you a few more raw strokes?” he asked. I opened my eyes, still stroking my dick, “I don’t know man.” “Just like, ten more, I’ll count them out and then I’ll put on another condom to finish,” he promised. I didn’t say anything and he slowly pushed his dick all the way in and we both moaned at the pleasure of the raw sex. He bottomed out and then slowly pulled out. Pushing back in he counted, “mmm, one.” I moaned, spreading my legs and beating my dick as his cock slide across my prostate, “mmm.” “Two…ungh,” he pushed deep and my ass clenched as he hit that button inside me. “Ungh, fuck, I’m getting close man,” I warned him. “Three,” he went in harder and faster. I felt myself start to boil over, every thrust bringing me closer to liftoff, “oh fuck.” “Four,” he thrust. I clenched my ass on his thrust and he hit my prostate hard, “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he thrust, harder and deeper. “Oh fuck,” my toes curled as he spread my legs and thrust harder and deeper into me, hitting that spot again. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I nearly shouted as my body convulsed and my ass clenched on his cock as it thrust into me again, “ungh,” I moaned and my balls tightened. He thrust harder into me again, “uhhh,” I groaned as the first blast shot out onto my chest, he thrust and the second shot out even harder, then another thrust and I felt the rest of my cum spurt out and pool in my belly button. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. He held there, deep in me as I caught my breath. “Fuck that felt good,” I said out of breath as my orgasm subsided and I became keenly aware that his huge dick was still balls deep in me. Like a switch flipped and what was the most amazing feeling in the world was now trending towards painful. He slowly started to pull out and then thrust back into me, “ow, fuck,” I groaned. “That’s five,” he grinned. “Are you close?” I asked, pushing on his abs again He thrust again, “Six.” He held there, “getting there, going to take longer when I put the condom back though.” He thrust hard, “Seven.” I clenched my teeth, “ungh, fuck dude.” “Eight,” he thrust a little deeper, my ass clenching on his dick. “I’m not sure I can take much more,” I was struggling and it seemed like his dick was only getting bigger. He thrust a little more gently, “ungh, Nine…do you want me to pull out and put a condom on?” He thrust again, “Ten.” “Ungh, fuck,” I pushed on his abs, “I don’t know dude, I think you need to pull out.” He handed me the poppers, “try these.” I quickly took two deep hits and that rush came back over me, it definitely helped. He saw it hit me and started to thrust again, one, two more, then a third. I was pushing on his abs still, “wait, a condom.” “Ok, yeah, but you’ll still let me finish right? I’m close now but I won’t be with the condom on, you know how it is,” he thrust into me again. “How close?” I asked as he kept thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Mmm, fuck dude, it feels so good like this, I’ll cum quick if you let me,” He leaned down, smearing my cum between us as he kissed me and thrust hard into me. “Fuck, ok, just hurry, and don’t cum in me,” I mumbled. He kissed my neck and held my hips, I wrapped my arms around me as he started to fuck me faster and faster. It still hurt but I didn’t want to punk out and make him jerk off, so I just held on and let him use my hole. “Fuck you feel so good,” he whispered in my ear. Curling his body into me with every thrust. “Are you, ungh, are you close?” I asked again. Trying not to ruin his concentration and delay his orgasm. “Mmm, yeah, getting there,” he kept his steady rhythm, thrusting hard into me. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “I need you to hurry.” I clenched and tried to relax, though thankfully his precum was adding lube to my hole with every thrust, but it wasn't enough to make it feel good. “Ok, mmm, but you gotta let me nut in you,” he moaned in my ear. “What?” I asked. “I’m gonna hurry, but please let me cum in you, it feels so good,” he thrust harder and deeper, a little off rhythm. “Fuck man,” I groaned, “fine, just hurry, ungh,” his thrusting was really digging deep. Another minute of fucking me sensually, “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close,” he kissed me. I moaned, I felt his dick starting to swell, his thrust getting shorter but deeper. “I’m about to cum,” he said then continued to kiss me. A few more erratic thrusts, he broke our kiss and looked me in the eyes, “Oh shit, I’m cumming,” one hard deep thrust and I felt his dick twitch and the warmth of his hot load erupting inside me, a second thrust smearing it around and unloading more boiling cum as lube for another and another thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned. His orgasm felt so good I couldn’t help but moan with him, “Oh fuck, mmm,” I held on tight to him without thinking, my legs warped around him, pulling him into me as his dick continued to spasm inside me and his body clenched and unclenched a few more times. “Oh my God,” he breathlessly lay on top of me. We both caught our breath, just laying there in orgasmic bliss. His cum lubed my hole so nicely that the pain I was feeling instantly disappeared and his last few thrust felt so good, it blew my mind. Not two minutes ago I wanted nothing more than for him to pull out, but now I wanted him to stay inside me. His cock deflated though and slowly the tightness of my ass pushed him out. He rolled off of me, both of us covered in my cum, his cum dripping out of my ass. “I need a quick shower before I go,” I told him. “Yeah, no problem,” he pointed to the closed bathroom door. I slowly and awkwardly got up, as though my body was broken and nothing quite worked the way it had before he fucked me. I took a quick shower, rinsing the cum off of me. He lay naked on the bed, watching me as I got dressed quickly but trying not to look like I was getting dressed as quickly as possible. “I’m going to be here all weekend if you want to go again,” he broke the silence. “Yeah, maybe, I don’t really do this often,” I tried to be noncommittal. Truth is I had no intention of doing this again, it was hot, but now that it was over I had no interest in sex with any guy. Which was an issue I had to work out over the next couple of years on my own. My subway ride home was long and uncomfortable. I was sure everyone on the train knew I just let a guy I just met, a stranger fuck me and shoot his load into me, a load that was still slowly leaking into my underwear. I got home around 5 am and passed out pretty quickly. The next morning I checked my email, there were dozens of new responses to the listing that I forgot I had posted, one email from Bryce. “He, last night was awesome. I’m so glad we got to meet up, really glad that you let me get those first few strokes in raw, though the last few raw strokes were even better! I hope we can do it again before I leave, if not I’ll hit you up the next time I’m in the city. I can tell you felt weird about letting me nut in you but don’t worry, I got a check-up before coming to town and everything came back negative. I’ll email you the results for your own piece of mind when I get back. Let me know if you’re in the mood to get fucked again, I’ll obviously wear a condom the entire time if that gets me back inside you. Hope to see you again, Bryce.”

Chapter 1 I was coming up on the big 5-0. I’d had a pretty good year and was feeling great about myself. I was taking better care of my diet, joined a gym and actually went. I had lost some extra pounds and was looking and feeling better than ever. In case you’re wondering, I’m 5’7” green eyes, short dark brown hair with a bit of grey starting to show, hairy chest, clean shaven and a nice toned body starting to come through. My right arm has a full sleeve of tats and my left a half sleeve. I always scheduled my yearly medical exam around my birthday and this year was no different. The day before my appointment I received the usual reminder phone call. “Hello is this Scott?” “Speaking.” “Hi this is Matty from Dr. Manning’s office calling to remind you about your appointment tomorrow at 5:45.” “Umm I’m sorry did you say Dr. Manning? My appointment’s with Dr. Jackson.” “Dr. Jackson is no longer at this practice. Dr. Manning is now seeing his patients. You should have received a notice several weeks ago. I apologize for any confusion.” I wasn’t very happy. I don’t know about you but once I find a good doc I’ll do anything to hold onto them. “Yea no I didn’t receive any notice. Where did he move to? I’d really prefer to keep seeing him.” “Oh I’m sorry he moved out of state.” “Fuck! Oops sorry” Matty was chuckling on the other end of the line. “Don’t worry about it. I’d be pissed too, but you have nothing to worry about sir. I think you’ll really like Dr. Manning.” “Well I’ll have to take your word for it. I really don’t want to find another doctor at this short notice so I guess I’ll give him a shot.” The next day I showed up for my appointment. Right off the bat I could see the changes at the office. It had definitely been given a face lift not to mention the receptionist was hot as hell. Mid 20s, cute as fuck, goatee, piercing blue eyes. “Hi sir, I’m Matty; how can I help you?” “Hi Matty, I’m Scott. I have a 5:30 appointment.” “Mmm yes you do cutie. Here you go. Fill these forms out and we’ll get you going.” I felt myself starting to blush. I quickly filled out the forms and took a seat in the waiting room. About ten minutes later I heard my name being called. I looked up from my phone and saw the hottest nurse I’d ever seen. Over 6’ tall, hairy arms, deep blue eyes, 5 o’clock shadow, very muscular, his scrubs top was so tight you could tell his right nipple was pierced. Holy shit maybe I should have changed doctors years ago. I stood up and grabbed my stuff and started towards him. “Scott, hi I’m Chris, I’ll be taking care of you today.” He said as he shook my hand. “If you’ll come with me we’ll get you started.” Oh I know just where I’d like you to start!! He lead me into an exam room and had me sit on the exam table. “Okay, just a few questions to start. I see you’re here for your yearly checkup and you were a patient of Dr. Jackson.” “Yep, that’s correct.” “It says in chart you’re on medication for high blood pressure.” “Yes, a couple years now.” “Anything else you’re taking?” “No, nothing else.” “Are you in any pain today?” “Nope.” “Are you sexually active?” “Oh yeah!” “Mm that’s good to hear. Do you play with men, women or both?” “I’m gay, so that would be men only,” I said winking at him. Damn I could feel my pants starting to get a little tighter. He grinned and licked his lips then turned back to his computer to make some more notes. “So I don’t see anything about prep in your chart.” “No I just use condoms.” “Hmmm good to know. Okay let’s check your vitals.” He took my temperature and my blood pressure and damn if he didn’t run his hand up and down my arm as he took the cuff off. Fuck I was starting to get harder. “Love your tats. They look great on you. Okay that should just about do it. The doctor will be in to see you shortly.” “Thanks Chris! I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon.” What the fuck. I was turning into a teenager. “Oh I’m sure I’ll be back to take some fluids from you.” He grabbed my shoulder as he was heading out of the room and squeezed tight. Damn I could swear his crotch was bigger than before. I waited another ten minutes or so until the doc came in. Holy shit, seriously was everyone at this practice a fucking ten. “Hi Scott. I’m Dr. Manning thanks for coming in today. Why don’t you take your shirt off and we’ll take a look.” He did all his doctor stuff and it took every ounce of self control to keep from getting a massive hard on. Once he was done he started asking me about my sex life. “So I see you use condoms. What percentage of the time would you say?” “100%.” “That’s really good. Some men think safety is very important.” Okay that was odd, I thought. “Are you interested in going on prep? A lot of guys go on prep so they can play without condoms. Some of my patients even have sex without condoms and aren’t on prep. They say it’s rather freeing. So you’ve really never had sex without a condom? It’s okay this is a safe place you can talk to me freely. No judgment here.” I couldn’t believe what was happening. Did he really he just tell me fucking raw was fine and actually encouraged it? Okay he was definitely nothing like Dr. Jackson. “Umm no always played safe. But I must admit I’ve been wondering lately how it would feel to have a raw cock fuck me. I mean to have sex without condoms.” I blushed. “It’s okay Scott no reason to be embarrassed. We’re both gay men and you can be totally open with me. I’m here to help you. Well I have to say it’s rather impressive you’ve made it to 50 and never barebacked.” Seriously I think I’ve entered an alternate universe, what the fuck was happening. But damn my cock was rock hard. “My last boyfriend was really safety conscious so we always played safe.” “Were you the top or bottom in the relationship?” “Mostly top but I much prefer to be on the bottom.” “Hmm yes I can totally picture you as the bottom.” WTF seriously was I dreaming. “Well let’s see everything looks really good except I’m a little concerned about your blood pressure meds. I think I want to try you on a smaller dosage since you’ve lost some weight over the past year.” “That’s a good thing right?” “Oh yeah that’s excellent. I’ll want to see you in a month to make sure everything’s on track. I’m going to send Chris back in to draw some blood then you’ll be good to go. Just make your follow up appointment with Matty before you leave. It was great meeting you Scott and I look forward to seeing you soon. Oh and if you wanted to talk to someone about barebacking with or without prep Chris is a great resource. He has first hand experience both ways.” He winked at me then walked out of the room and closed the door. Holy fucking shit! Seriously what the hell kind of medical practice was this and why the hell hadn’t Dr. Jackson moved sooner!

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Not sure what you mean and what you think I meant. But back in the 80s aids was like Covid in 2020. People were getting in and dying in high numbers. I can’t remember the last time I heard of someone dying of aids. Not saying it doesn’t happen but it’s not anywhere near the rate of the 80s. Now if you get hiv you can get on meds and never have to worry.

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As a mature bottom (!), most of the guys who breed me are usually younger than me, but the older I get, the more I am in need of really young, vigorous, hard, horny guys to fill me with their youthful seed.

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!

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.

I understand the need to feel skin on skin when you fuck. And I understand for some getting pozzed is just a license to get that skin on skin action anytime and all the time.

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Hey all. Been taking longer than expected working on the next chapter, mostly I keep adding stuff to it, and can't always find them time. that said Getting closer to having something to post, and offering up a teaser of the start of the next chapter... As always look forward to feed back and plenty of Oinks from those enjoying it. ================================= Coming up to a small enclosed patio, they stopped as a huge black bear of a man sitting by the door stood up. “Keith, i’d like you to meet the owner and host of this sex fest, Sigmund.” Cameron said as the enormous ebony man looked down at the three. He wasn’t wearing much, just a black leather biker jacket and a pair of jeans that were mostly unzipped and could barely contain what had to be an enormous black baby maker. Sigmund looked at the three and made a show of grabbing his crotch. “Yeah thats me, but everyone around here calls me ‘Big Sig’ and with good reason.” He said, fishing out a massive foreskin covered phallus and waving it around just long enough to get a gasp from Keith before stuffing it back into his pants. “Good to see you two here again, Max, Cameron, looks like you brought along some fresh meat for the fun. He Poz?” Sig asked as his gaze bore down into Keith. “Not yet, but thats probably going to change by tonight.” Max said, and Big Sig chuckled. “It will if I have anything to say about it. I’m watching the door for the next hour and after that, well, keep an eye out for me.” He said, fishing out his massive member again, the foreskin so wrinkled that even looking half hard, it seemed there was still an inch or so of skin covering the tip. Less than a foot away form it, Keith could catch a heavy musky scent coming from the hooded cock. He watched it hypnotically before Max and Cameron began to push him towards the door. Just before the went to open it, Sig reached out again. “Hey you guys hold up, I know you two won’t care much, but I should still let you know, Angel is at the party tonight, visiting from San Fran.” He said and Max turned around. “Angels here? Shit, I thought he died last year.” Max said, and Sig grinned. “Well, if you see him, jury is out on wether that might be true or not. Either way, if the kid is on the fence about getting knocked up, meeting Angel might be, educational for the pup.” He said as he turned back around. For Keith, who was about to ask what the deal was, the question was lost as the door opened and the three entered inside.

That's a good next part... and it would still leave it open to what happens after he does go home... But follow your muse... it is OK to surprise us.

absolutely destroying some cute little twinky fucktoy with a few of my most dirty, twisted, big dicked buddies, while his mother and father sit there and watch us throatfuck him, fuck his pussy bareback, fist fuck his tight pussy into a gaped out, sloppy cunt and blow load after load into the little faggots guts. maybe get the dad to insert our cocks into his sons hole and grab him by the head to help us throat fuck him and shove my cock in part way and have his mommy grab my cock and jerk me off into his guts while begging me to strangle him harder and have her eat our loads from his sloppy gaped out pussy. maybe even make the dad fuck a load into him while his mommy sucks his cock until they both cum. you know? the usual stuff.

Part 2 “Take off your pants,” I said, my finger running down his trail of hair and stopping above the button, teasing my need to see the dick he wouldn’t be using that night. At least, not the way he would be thinking. He scrambled to unbutton his pants, dropping them to reveal briefs which hugged his erection perfectly. His cock was pressed against his body, moving along his left hip as far as it could go. It could go pretty far, but there wouldn’t be any argument on who was going to be the top once he saw mine. I left my shirt on but undid my jeans, revealing the jockstrap I wore beneath. Because it was dark, he couldn’t see the stained fabric clearly, but he’d sense it in a moment. I parted my legs a bit, allowing for my bulge to become even more prominent. For a third time, he licked his lips. “Take off your briefs,” I said. Eager, he pushed them down, allowing his erection to jut out. He had to be seven inches, maybe eight, clearly a young man who was gifted genetically. How he viewed himself as anything but a catch was beyond me. All the men who could have had him before I got to him should have been ashamed of themselves. Hopefully, after I was done with him, they’d get another chance and receive their punishment for their mistake. His balls were pulled tight to his body, his desire to fuck plain as day. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his anticipation rising. I wondered how many men he’d been naked with. I wondered how many men he’d fucked or been fucked by. I wondered if he knew that, even if he wanted to, there was no chance of escape now. He was mine. “Remove my jock,” I told him. He looked down, confused a first, and then stepped forward, reaching out a hand. “No,” I told him. “Remove it with your teeth.” He looked up into my eyes, waiting for further instruction, and then kneeled. “Hands behind your back,” I told him. He followed what I told him, clasping his hands behind himself as he leaned forward, his face stopping a few inches from my crotch. I was sure he was smelling the jock strap now, but I knew there was no way he was going to back out. Even if the smell did put him off, he wanted not only my approval but also my dick so badly that he’d do anything I told him. That was good as that was exactly what I planned on doing. He opened his mouth and tried to angle himself better, his teeth separated slightly. I knew that there was no way to take the jock strap off without either risking biting my dick or having to press his face against my body. He did the right thing, and I was proud of him. He pressed against my body and managed to get the jock strap pouch in his mouth, stains and all. I watched to see if he’d spit it out or grimace from the taste, but there was no reaction other than a low groan I knew was from pleasure. Slowly, he pulled down with his teeth, his hands still behind his back, dragging the jock strap off my grown and down my legs. Before he could get far, my cock shot out and hit him in the face, leaving a trail of precum across his forehead. Rather than stop his progress, he continued pulling the jock strap down my legs until meeting the floor. Seeing him bent over, the crack of his ass meeting my gaze for the first time, I felt a rush of energy coursing through me. I was sure it was partially an aftereffect of the young man I’d fucked that morning, his “energy” still settling into my body. “If you’re going to take all of me,” I told him, his innocent eyes looking up at me, “You’ll want to get me slick for your hole.” He slowly nodded and raised himself until he was eye-to-eye with my dick. He stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the glands and sending waves of pleasure through my body. Without having to think, my hand reached around and grabbed the back of his head, slowly pressing the head of my cock against his lips. “More than that, boy,” I said, my voice deep. All men his age have some type of lust for a daddy and to be dominated. “Boy” gets them to the place of needing my approval faster. Now, I was sure he’d want to please me no matter what else I wanted. Getting my raw cock up his ass would be too easy. Half of my dick was in his mouth, moving toward this throat, and already his eyes were watering. How many men this young guy had sucked off I didn’t know, but I assumed it wasn’t many. He needed training. I’d do it, except I never fucked the same guy twice. I entered his ass, blew my load into his guts, took his years, allowed my strain to do its work, and I moved on. Still, watching this guy trying to get my cock deep into his throat had my already hard dick getting even stiffer. Fuck, I loved watching men work so hard to please the man that saw them only as cum disposals. Did they think it gave them worth? I snatched my dick out of his mouth, his spit stringing between us. I leaned forward and cleaned my dick on his face, his spit sticking to his stubble. “Time to open your hole,” I said, winking at the eager face staring up at me. He jumped off the floor and climbed onto the bed. I never asked if this guy was a bottom. I just knew. He looked like a man who lived to serve the needs, desires, and lusts of other men. It’s what he was made for, and I was going to help him fulfill his purpose. There are few true tops in the world, just some men who don’t know what their asses need… just men who didn’t know what they needed to give up to me to truly live. “On all fours,” I told him as I saw him lying on his back. Why guys wanted to fuck missionary I didn’t know. I don’t want to be looking at your face the whole time. I have mirrors in my room so I can look at the bottom’s face as I blow my load and infect their bodies. I’d rather watch their bodies squirm as my big dick fills them, threatening to tear them in two. When they’re on all four, I can see their arms shaking, trying to stabilize themselves. Plus, it’s a great view of their ass. His ass was pointed toward me, his back slightly arched down, pushing his muscular mounds of flesh in my direction. There is a coating of hair over them, just enough to prove that this was a real man taking dick. My cock glistened from his saliva, giving enough lube to push inside his ass with little effort. I almost bottomed out, but I stopped, watching as his ass opened, his arms shaking, and his head tilting back as ecstasy filled his body. “Fuck” he moaned. I saw in a mirror that his eyes were closed, face showing the struggle of taking my big dick but also loving it. He bit his lower lip as he moaned, my dick slowly pulling out until only the head remained. “Tell me you want me,” I told him, my hands grasping either ass cheek and holding tight to the warm skin. “I fucking want you,” he said, eyes still closed. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” “You need me to what?” I taunted. “You need me to make you mine?” “Fuck yes,” he moaned, back arching lower, his ass pulling my dick inside his body. “Make me yours. Take me.” The magic words. “You’ve got it,” I said, thrusting my entire dick into his body. His head thrust back, eyes looking up to the ceiling, mouth open wide as I opened his ass wider than any other man had or he ever could. His arms shook, but the strength of his youth held through, keeping him up. His back started to rise, but I pushed down, arching his back, moving all the way into his body. “Don’t fight me,” I told him, pulling out and thrusting inside again, his ass shaking while his hole grabbed onto my dick. Even his body knew he needed me to stay inside him, to finally bring his life some importance. His warmth radiated from his body, his heartbeat felt clearly on my cock. With every thrust, I could feel our heartbeats syncing, “Just give in.” “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice quaking. “It… feels… so… good…” “I know, baby,” I said. Even if I hadn’t already locked him in, calling him “baby” would definitely make him mine. “Can you feel how big I am inside you? Can you feel how big you’re making me?” “You’re huge,” he moaned. “It’s like… It’s like you’re tearing me open.” “Only if I didn’t restrain myself,” I said. In the mirror I could see that his dick was rock hard, cum leaking out as if he was cumming. All men did this when I fucked them. Their weak bodies worked hard to prepare themselves for my gift, for what they were about to receive and give up. Though the bottom didn’t know it, his mind too focused on how wide I was stretching his ass and how hard I was hitting his prostate, his body knew what was about to happen and had already surrendered itself to me. The prey knows when the predator has won. Now, as I gave him the best fuck he’d ever had, his body was ridding itself of all the negative cum stored up inside its balls, making room for what I would be injecting inside. Soon, his balls will produce triple the amount of cum compared to a normal man, burdening him with the need to spend the remainder of his life fucking any man he comes across. He won’t be able to do much else as the urgency to spread my gift will consume him. In a matter of minutes, his body will be producing poz cum. But not just any poz cum… my poz cum. “Fuck,” he said again, finally noticing the incredible amount of cum leaking out of him. “You’re fucking the cum right out of me.” “Yes, I am,” I said, my grip tightening on his hips. I could still feel his heartbeat in his hole. As he was looking down at his cock, I felt a strong wave of warmth coursing through my body and down to my cock. Suddenly, his head was thrown back, eyes wide, mouth open, but there was no sound made. In that moment, our heartbeats were one. The connection was finalized. There was no escaping me now. I released his hips knowing he couldn’t get away even if his life depended on it… and it did. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my biohazard tattoo in the mirror. Already it was fading from what it had been in the club. I looked down at his lower back and saw the new addition to his body. It was faint, but the pale outline of a biohazard tattoo was coming through on his skin, growing darker with each thrust. His body had accepted me. His body had synced with me. Now, it was time to make his body and what would have been the remainder of his life mine. I picked up my pace, sweat pouring off my body, my grunts now sounding animalistic. The room stank of sex, his dick still ridding itself of unworthy cum. No longer would his balls produce the cum carrying his DNA, the cum which could have promised him a family. Now, his balls were preparing to change forever, to evolve into their ultimate state. Soon, his balls would produce my cum, ending his family line and continuing mine. This is what he was made for. “Who do you belong to?” I cried out, my pace quickening, our heartbeat growing faster. “You,” he said, his mind now rewriting itself, teaching him of his new objective in life. “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my cum?” The young man’s head tilted down and his eyes met mine in the mirror. “My life,” he said. “Then give it to me,” I said, forcing the entirety of my dick inside his body and erupting inside him. His head fell forward while mine went back, now my eyes and mouth wide open in pure ecstasy. In that instant, I could see all the days he would have lived if I hadn’t met him. I could see him finishing college, making his parents proud. I could see him getting his dream job. I could see him meeting a nice man and falling in love. I could see him proposing and starting a family. I could see his face as years went by, his true potential unrealized. Just as quickly as I saw it, these images faded into darkness. All those years he could have lived were now moving into me. As all of this was happening, my tattoo was fading away until my arm was bare, the tattoo on his lower back a vibrant sign of his new status. His dick stopped leaking, his balls transforming painfully in his sack, his face twisting from the agony of his transformation. His balls were now mirroring my own, ready to serve their new purpose of pozzing up more men in my image. I could feel my body growing in strength, a new energy filling me. The young man’s youth filled every part of me. I pulled my dick out of his ass, his body slumping down onto the bed. He was fast asleep. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Once he wakes, he’ll get up, get dressed, and head out on his way into his new life, his new purpose. He won’t say anything since there’s nothing left to be said. I don’t know where he’ll go or what he’ll do concerning the images I saw. I know they’re not possible now. Perhaps he’ll drop out of school to give himself more time to fuck. Perhaps he’ll never talk to his family again, disappearing into the bathhouses and gloryholes where no one can disturb him of what he knows needs to be done with the remainder of his life. Who knows how much time he has. I don’t. I also don’t care. He served his purpose, giving an alpha man like me, a true man, more time on this earth to fuck up other men and continue my legacy. Once he truly realizes what I’ve done to him, he won’t do anything to stop what is coming. He’ll accept it as his true destiny. I flexed in the mirror, admiring myself. The punk’s life took almost ten years off me. I looked at my arm and knew the tattoo would come back eventually. When it did, I’d find several more men to pick up the burden of keeping my strain alive. The young man groaned on the bed, his new tattoo in sight, the skin around it an angry red. “I really took it out of you,” I said, smiling in the mirror. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If I turn this into a series, I'd explore different men with this ability and the men who fall prey to them. Maybe I'd return to Hunter again. That's an "if" for now. Enjoy Hunter.

At 16 by my brother's best friend. I was a sophomore, he was a senior and we were both on the football team and he was an asshole but hot as hell. He coerced me into sucking him which eventually led up to him fucking me. I kept letting him do it for fear of him outing me. Can't say I didn't enjoy it though.

Once I took my first fist, the deal was done. I had to have more!. I've been taking fists routinely for 10 years now and have easily graduated to double and elbow deep. Switched to taking it raw too and converted 8 years ago. Not going to stop!

Part II A week after I talked to the guy I have fucked and stealthed, he called me. I was at work, so I couldn't answer it. But when I got home later, I returned the call to see what he was up to and if he wanted me to fuck him again. "Hey, man, what's up", I said when he answered. "I'm kind of desperate", he said. "I went to the doctor last week and today I came back there to take the results of some exames..." "You better? That flu is over?", I asked. "Man, I have HIV", he said. "It's so fucked up, I'm gonna die." "It's not the end of the world", I said. "A lot of guys have a normal life with the virus, you will get used to it. Why have you called me? Worried that I caught it from you?" "It's kind of the opposite", he said. "Are you sure you are neg? I mean, you are into that bareback stuff" "I'm poz too", I said. "But you didn't get it from me, we used a condom" "You sure it didn't break without you seeing it?", He asked. "Man, I would feel if the condom was broken, I checked it after we had sex. I'm telling you, the condom wouldn't break by itself" It was not a lie and I did check it. The condom was broken because I broke it. And I indeed checked it after we had sex. "I always had oral sex without a condom on, it must be that", he said. "Man, it's not healthy to be thinking about that. What passed is past. What you can do now is taking care of yourself. Wanna come over? We can talk, you will see that I have a normal happy life, living with the virus. And maybe we can have a little fun". "I don't know, man, the doctor said I shouldn't". "I can't get it again, and now we don't need condoms anymore. It will be fun". "Can I crush at your place?", He asked. "I really don't want to be alone and I don't have any friends in this city. I'm freaking out a little bit". "Take a bag and put some clothes in it, you can stay here for the time you need me. I'm here for you, we are part of the same brotherhood now and we protect each other". "Thank you man", he said. "I really appreciate it. And I'm sorry about that, but you were good to me the other day and I don't have anyone to talk about this shit". "I get it, I freaked out too. Come oven and we will talk. I will message you the address." I had a huge smile on my face when we hang up. I could have pozzed a lot of guys by now, but he was the first one that I knew for sure that I did it. My first-born. Pregnant with my toxic babies. It was really hot and my cock was rock hard in my pants. Half an hour later, he was knocking on my door. His eyes were red like he was crying and he hugged me tight. "It's gonna be ok", I said. I lead the way to the living room and we sat on the couch next to each other. He hasn't talked yet and I had my hand on his back. "How it happened?", He finally asked. "I think we will never know, but I assure you that it's not the end of your life." "I knew it was risky to let strangers fuck me, but I was always careful, I swear. And I use a condom when I top too." "Well, it will always be risky, condoms can break, cum can leak, you can get it from a blowjob...", I said. "But now you can treat yourself and you won't have to worry about it anymore". "You say it like it was a good thing". "It's not bad either. You can have a lot of unprotected sex and you will not get it again". "I swear I'm so pissed right now that I could have a lot of sex and pass it on to other guys", he said. "You can do that, I sure did", I said. "When you found you that you have it?", He asked. "About ten years ago, I was young and naive, but look at me now, I'm still here and don't plan on going anywhere". "The doctor said that when you take your pills, after some time, you can't infect other people", he said. "He is right, but when people don't know their status, they are dangerous. The risk is higher when you have sex with a person that don't know their status. Or when a guy don't take those pills, like me." "Why would you do that?", He asked. "The side effects are not that good for me, but it changes with each person.", I said. "And you still have bareback sex!", He was surprised. "Well, everyone knows the risk, I'm not fooling anybody. When the guy is smart, he asks for a condom, like you did." "Yeah, and look where it brought me", he said. "Man, I really want to fuck around, am I a bad person?" "Not at all, they did it to you, so you want to give it back, it's absolutely normal. And a little hot, you must admit it", I said. "Man, I'm horny since I got those results, I don't know what's going through my mind, I'm messed up.", He said. "Being poz make you horny?", I asked. "Because I'm poz too, and I think we are both horny now." "I don't know, bro. I'm still freaked out. I think I will never have sex again in my life", he said. "Or I could raw fuck you now, pound your ass here on my couch, make you feel so good that you will forget everything. I want to put my poz juice inside of you. What do you say to that? Wanna share this bond? We will be connected forever. Let it out of your mind, be a proud poz gay. Or you can be a pussy and hide in the dark, it's up to you, your choice only." "I was looking for poz on the internet today and I found some videos of people into this stuff", he said. "And how did you feel?", I asked. "I'm so embarrassed with myself, but it was hot. I didn't know that it was an actual fetish. I wanted to cum so bad, but I didn't, it would be wrong." "You saying that your cum is inside you since you discovered your new status?", I asked. "Yeah" "I have a new plan, I usually don't bottom, but fuck that. Give it to me, I need your cum inside my guts. After that, if you are still turned on by this shit, I fuck you too and we mix our fluids. Deal?", I asked. "I mean, I guess we could try...", He said. "You are already horny, I am too. Let's do it and tomorrow we think about what is coming your way." The guy was still confused by the situation and a little shocked for felling horny about poz sex. Everything was happening really fast. But I knew I could talk him into it, so, I started kissing his amazing poz lips.

"yesss thats the way max, all the way in" ollie coaxed the heated teen as he grit his teeth in protest. "isnt that nice? see? I told you I know exactly what big cocks need." Oliver began gently working his hips. "you gotta take your time max. thats how you get the most cum out of a big cock like yours." ollies moist cheeks gently slapped against max's thighs as his ass drooled copious seed down the teens balls. "I cant cum in you..." max panted. "sure you can max, see?" ollie lifted his balls aside and leaned back, showcasing the teens throbbing cock inside him. "see how your big dick fits just right? come on. one or two little squirts sure would feel nice wouldnt it?" Ollie flexed his hips and continued expertly miliing the boy. "just enjoy max and when you need to dont fight it, let it cum. our little secret, i promise." Max groaned as the boy expertly continued rising up and down on the boy. "mmmgh, god max that big cocks making me cum." Oliver grunted as his own cock slowly drooled a thick warm trail of seed down his balls and onto the boys taut abs, his hole contracting firmly along Max's length. Doug stroked gently as he watched his magnum opus. Oliver, his perfect specimen, gently riding his sons bare prick with the most futile of protest. once he drained max's bloated balls that would be the party in its entirety. Every man serviced, atleast once, by the insatiably luxurious hole between the slender boys tight cheeks. He wasnt even certain the drugs mattered anymore. This was Olivers final form, built to service an endless world of cock. glancing over at josephs dozing form, he gently milked a dollop of precum from his cockhead and pushed it between the boys slumbering cheeks. "mmgh" joseph grumbled. "thats a boy. relax." Doug dribbled more cock slime onto josephs hole and continued his ministrations. Joseph wasnt very keen on bottoming, but Doug enjoyed waiting until the partied out top finally passed out to fill him full of seed as he had on so many occasions before. Once his ring glistened, doug straddled the fit young pig and began pushing into his warm tight hole. "Oh joey youre so good to my cock baby." Doug sighed as he began gently dragging the length of his cock in and out of the slumbering tattooed otter. Reaching under the boy, he pulled his cock between his legs and began massaging the dripping pierced glans. "There we go joey, lets milk the nice big cock" As the boys cock began to grow, his hole began to contract around dougs formidable girth, gently tugging and massaging, coaxing dougs cock ever closer to releasing its warm thick seed. Doug enjoyed making Joey perform, watching his body betray him and surrender to his hard slimy tool. "ah there it is. time to fill the hole baby" Doug sighed as Josephs asshole suddenly gripped his cock, and his hand filled with the boys copious seed. Pushing forward, Doug began filling the slumbering young mans hole over and over as he pumped his balls dry. What had started as just a quickie between Max and Oliver was now a sweat soaked fight to steal a second load from the drugged teen. "let it cum max, fill me up again. I know you want it" Oliver hissed as he pounded the boys aching member into his greasy greedy cunt. "ones not enough maxie youre still hard. Just let my nice pink pussy suck those big cum filled balls dry. our little secret, remember?" oliver watched as the boy groaned and the familiar throb began again inside his body. "good boy, cum inside." Oliver chanted breathlessly over and over as Max's cock surrendered the last of its seed to the demanding boy. As Oliver collapsed atop a puddle of his own cum and into max's chest, the boys panted together. Max looked down at the weary teen, his slim hips, well defined curves, his incredible hole as it clung to his prick. "I gotta take a piss" Max grumbled as he began to lift the boy in protest. "do it" Oliver clung to max. "i dont..ive never...." max fumbled for the words as he knew exactly wht oliver wanted. "piece of cake." oliver smiled into max's eyes. "just relax. nice and easy. look at me." Max sighed and stared into Olivers eyes. To Max's surprise, as if on queue, he began fill the boy with his own piss. "there you go" Oliver grinned. Oliver really seemed to know exactly what his body...his cock...needed. "see? not hard at all" Oliver carefully lifted himself from the spent teen as a dribble of piss and seed travelled down his inner thigh. "You can cum in me when you need to cum again" Oliver casually remarked as he wandered back to the kitchen for another bump and a snack.

Right there with ya.. Right now, I'm definitely in heat..

Being "in heat" is how i have long described my state of desire, makes total sense to me as a bottom that other bottoms would relate as well. As a little kid growing up in LA, before i was sexually active, i remember seeing a large number of male dogs around a house (maybe 15 to 20). i was informed that there was a bitch in heat inside the house. The owner came outside in an attempt to chase them away and in the process, the bitch go lose and came outside. What transpired was the first group fuck i ever witnessed. Two dogs would get knotted, but that didn't keep the others from waiting their turn. Even at that age, before i really fully knew i was a gay bottom, i remember being envious of the bitch.

i am in heat now.... no matter how many cocks and loads i take... it is never enough.