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Hi everybody! I’ve written a lot of erotic fiction elsewhere, but this is my first story on Breeding Zone. I’m sure a similar setup has been done in the past, but I thought this would be a fun saga to write. The premise is the path of a virus making its way from person to person, claiming more and more victims (both willing and unwilling). Enjoy! Patient 1: Sam The summer of 1983 was off to a sweltering start. Sam had moved to San Francisco three years ago, but he couldn’t remember a hotter period in the city. He’d stayed inside as much as possible, glued to the small AC unit in the bedroom window of his tiny apartment. Of course, that awful flu from last week certainly hadn’t helped. He’d come down pretty suddenly with a raging fever and horrible muscle aches, confined to his room for almost two weeks. He could barely get out of bed, let alone out into that summer heat. Now that he was feeling better, he was looking forward to finally getting laid. It had been too long since he’d had sex. The last guy he’d fucked had been this totally hot flight attendant he’d met on a flight back to his hometown in Alabama. The guy was a total DILF: mid-30s, blonde hair, thick mustache like a caterpillar. The second Sam stepped on the plane he knew he was gonna fuck this guy. They were barely off the ground before the attendant slipped Sam a note asking him to meet him in the first-class lavatory. When he arrived, the guy already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “Get on your knees,” he said. Sam complied, dropping to the ground and taking the man’s cock into his soft mouth. He sucked him hungrily, bringing the guy’s cock to full, beautiful hardness within seconds. “Bend over the sink.” The man pulled his pants down to the ground. His cock sprang out, wet and hard. Sam had only bottomed once or twice before, but this cock was too delicious to pass up. He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He stroked it in his hand as he felt the head of the man’s cock rubbing up against his hole. Then it was pushing its way in, tearing up his insides as it sank deep inside. A little lube would have been nice, though Sam never used lube himself when he was the one doing the fucking. He preferred the natural, slick wetness of a man’s insides. The flight attendant fucked him roughly, grabbing his hips and thrusting him back against his cock. Precum dripped out of his cock, which bounced wildly with every thrust. “Such a tight hole,” the man said with a smirk. “You a virgin?” “Mmph… I’m a top… ugh…” moaned Sam. The man laughed, then picked up the pace, fucking him harder. “Sure you are.” Sam just moaned. The cock was rubbing up against something inside him, and as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm just around the corner. But before he could shoot off, the man shoved his cock deep inside him and groaned. “Take that load… fuck yeah,” said the flight attendant as his cock pulsed inside Sam’s hole. He could feel every burst of the man’s seed as it worked its way deep inside his rectum. It was just what he needed to push him over the edge, spraying his own load over the bathroom mirror as he let out a cry. But that had been a month ago. He stayed with his parents in Alabama for the next couple of weeks, which left him no time (and very little options) for cruising. Then, the second he stepped foot back into the city, he’d been hit with that awful flu. Sam hadn’t gone this long without having sex since he’d lost his virginity at 18. He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he’d wasted no time making up for it over the next three years. At 21, he was still in his sexual prime. He was tall and trim, with a body he’d worked hard for and a pretty sizable dick he’d been blessed with. He practically lived at the baths, spending his evenings after work pumping iron and cruising the sauna. He’d gotten off in more guys than he could count, getting his dick sucked and blowing a load in whichever naive bottom just moved to town. Now it was a Sunday morning, bright and hot as ever. He’d used up his sick pay calling out the last two weeks, so he knew he’d have to go back in tomorrow. Today was his last chance to get laid before the workweek. He pulled on a pair of white jockey Y-fronts and some cutoff jean shorts, his dark brown bush peeking out from the top. A lot of guys these days had started shaving, but he loved how manly he felt with a full, dark bush. There was something so hot about seeing a guy’s nose buried in his pubes. Since it was too hot to wear much more than that outside, he tucked a tank top into his back pocket and headed out the door. As soon as he stepped outside he felt the sun beating down on him. Sweat dripped down his chest, practically steaming off of his hot skin. For a moment he wondered if he was still slightly feverish. Perhaps he should stay home after all. But his cock was too busy leading the way, so he wiped his brow and set off in the direction of the baths, already dreaming of slipping into the cold pool. When he turned the corner, the sight of the man at the end of the block almost made him stop in his tracks. He was short and thick, a perfect mix of muscle and curves that Sam loved on the guys he fucked. Forget the skinny twinks–Sam was all about having something to grab onto while fucking. The guy wore a black tank top and baseball cap, which showed off his dark tan skin and beefy chest. As he got closer, Sam could see that he was probably Latino. He had a thin black mustache on his upper lip, and he was looking right at Sam with a gleam he recognized all too well. They slowed down as they passed each other, each turning their heads to check the other out. Sam got a look at the guy’s ass, which looked full and fuckable in a pair of black workout shorts. He locked eyes with the guy again, who smiled and beckoned him with a subtle nod. The chase was on. Sam turned on his heels, following the hot Latino man down the street. He was growing hard at the anticipation of sinking into that tight hole. He shoved his hand down his Y-fronts to adjust himself, then grinned as the man looked back and saw him. The guy kept walking for another couple of blocks before turning down a street lined with a row of apartments. After a minute, he stopped in front of a tall rust-colored building. Without looking at Sam, he walked up the stairs to the entrance and unlocked the door. For a second, Sam thought he’d disappeared inside without him, but as he made his way up the steps, he could see a hand holding the door open. He put his hand on the other man’s, feeling his soft, warm skin as he slipped inside the apartment and the door shut behind them. Without a word, he followed the guy up the stairs. The man’s ass was an inch away from his face, jiggling deliciously in those black shorts. He stuck his nose in close and breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s musk. He’d have his tongue deep in there in a minute, he was sure. The man stopped on the third floor in front of one of the apartment doors. He turned and smiled at Sam. “Dario,” he said. “Excuse me?” The guy laughed. “Dario. It’s my name.” He had a little bit of an accent that Sam found incredibly sexy. “Oh. I’m Sam.” Dario bit his lip. “Sam… would you like to come inside?” Would he ever! He put his thumb on Dario’s lip, pulling open that soft mouth. He slipped it inside to feel the wetness of Dario’s tongue. Dario closed his mouth around it, sucking on Sam’s thumb like it was an audition. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue invaded Dario’s mouth, wrestling for dominance. His hands slid into Dario’s shorts and squeezed that thick, juicy ass. He could feel the heat rising in him, urging him to seed this bottom. But before his fingers could make their way into the holy land, Dario broke the kiss. “Follow me,” he said breathlessly. He opened the door and walked inside the apartment, leaving Sam to follow. The place was small but intimate. It looked like Dario lived alone–good. No interruptions, then. Dario stripped off his tank top. He was smooth all over, a thin layer of sweat covering his light brown skin. Sam reached forward and grazed his fingertips against Dario’s skin. He rubbed his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Dario shuddered and leaned his head back, exposing his neck for the taking. Sam leaned in and ran his lips against Dario’s ear. “What are you into?” he whispered. He was playing with Dario’s nipples, enjoying hearing the bottom boy moan. “Whatever you want,” whimpered Dario. He smiled. Right answer. He latched onto Dario’s neck, kissing and licking and biting him as his hands groped the man’s ass. He reached his fingers underneath Dario’s shorts to feel the rough band of a jockstrap. He pulled it back and let it smack against Dario’s ass, making the man moan again. Then he slid his fingers downward, prying apart those sweaty cheeks to find the sweet hole between them. Dario let out a whimper as Sam’s fingertip brushed against his hole. He gently rubbed the outside of it, feeling the smoothness. Smooth holes always made him rock hard. He stuck the tip of his finger inside and wiggled it deep. “Oh, fuck,” said Dario. Sam cut him off with a kiss. His tongue was rough, fighting its way inside the little Latino bottom. He needed to be inside him and he needed to be inside him now. “Bedroom,” he said gruffly. Dario grabbed his cock through his jean shorts, leading him through the living room to a smaller room at the back. The room was dark and hot, with blackout curtains cutting off the light. A fan was running at full blast, but it did little more than swirl the hot air around the room. “Sorry there’s no AC,” said Dario. “Get on the bed.” Sam pulled off his shorts and underwear, letting his dick spring free. Dario laid back against the bed, but when he reached to grab Sam’s dick, Sam grabbed his hands. “No touching,” he said. “You have rope? Handcuffs?” Dario reached into his bedside table and pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Perfect. Now turn around.” He took the cuffs from Dario, then watched as Dario lay flat on his stomach, arms outstretched. Good boy. He put the handcuffs on Dario’s left wrist, then looped it through the headboard before attaching it to his other wrist. He was leaking like mad, leaving a trail of precum on Dario’s lower back. He pulled off Dario’s shorts to reveal his smooth hole. The boy’s ass was so big it looked like the jockstrap could barely contain it. He grabbed his cheeks and pried them apart, mouth watering as he ran his tongue over that tight pucker. Dario was moaning like crazy now, writhing against the bed as he ate him out. He loved eating a boy’s pussy. They were like putty in your hands if you knew how to work your tongue in their hole. But his cock was hard and angry. It wanted in. He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole and put his mouth against the bottom’s ear. “You want this dick inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” whispered Dario. But just as he was about to shove it into that warm, wet slice of heaven, he heard the words that made his blood run cold. “There’s a condom in the drawer.” Sam growled. He had never used a condom in his life. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. “I don’t do condoms.” “But haven’t you heard?” Dario looked back at him, eyes wide. “Heard what?” “There’s that thing going around. A virus. My friend in New York was telling me about it. He gave me a pamphlet.” Dario nodded towards the nightstand. It held a small white pamphlet with black lettering that read How to Have Sex in an Epidemic: One Approach. “It says you could get it from getting fucked,” said Dario. Sam huffed. “Well, I don’t get fucked. I fuck. So you don’t have to worry about me, baby–I’m clean.” He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole again, hoping to make the bottom forget about all this condom nonsense. “Mm.. oh fuck.. It’s not… look, man, I hate it too. But you gotta put one on, okay?” Sam sighed angrily. He was half tempted to just walk out of there, leave Dario handcuffed, and find some bottom at the baths who actually knew how to fuck the way God intended. But the boy looked so fucking hot there, handcuffed and helpless. And that hole had tasted so good… maybe it would be worth it, just this once. “Fine. Where are they?” Dario nodded his head to the nightstand drawer. Sam pulled out a roll of condoms, looking at them in disgust. What was he, a fucking hetero? All this condom talk was making his dick limp. He tore off one of the condoms and set it on the table. He climbed further up the bed, grabbed Dario’s head, and turned it to the side, then shoved his cock deep inside the guy’s mouth. He face fucked him for a minute, getting his dick nice and wet and back to full mast. Finally, when he felt hard as a rock, he ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his cock. “There’s some lube-” “I don’t need lube,” said Sam. He spit on his hand and rubbed it around the edge of the condom. Then, in one fell swoop, he shoved his cock deep inside Dario’s asshole. “Oh, fuck! Dude, you gotta take it easy,” pleaded Dario. So, maybe he was punishing him a little. So what. He deserved it, what with all that condom bullshit. He pulled his dick out halfway, then rammed it back inside. “Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Dario whimpered. Sam rammed his cock in and out, in and out. He was dripping sweat from his forehead onto Dario’s back, running down that beautiful skin and pooling in the man’s lower back. He leaned down and kissed Dario, thrusting his cock deep inside him again and again. He could feel Dario whimpering in his mouth, no doubt struggling as Sam’s cock tore him up inside. But Sam had enough experience to know that soon enough Dario would be begging him for more. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and shoved him face-first in the pillow, plowing the man’s hole with reckless abandon. “Take that cock you fucking faggot,” he moaned. Dario’s hole was unbelievably tight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of how much better it would be raw. The condom felt tight around the head of his dick, making his cock feel less sensitive. He fucked him harder and faster, channeling his rage into his cock. The condom got tighter and tighter around the head of his cock until it was almost too much to bear. Then he felt it–that glorious pop. The condom had snapped. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. His cock felt like heaven inside Dario’s hole. Now there was nothing between the sensitive head and Dario’s warm, wet insides. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, rubbing his cockhead across Dario’s wet fuck chute. “Ugh… Oh… That feels so good,” Dario moaned. “You like that? Like being fucked by a real man?” “Ugh.. yeah… the-the condom’s still on, right?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course it is.” “Uhh… are you sure?” He smacked Dario’s ass, making the flesh jiggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now squeeze your ass on my dick.” Dario put his face into the pillow and arched his back up, squeezing his tight hole around Sam’s dick. “Deeper,” he moaned. Sam smirked as he started fucking him again. These bottoms were so stupid. A little bit of dominance and they’ll do anything you say. He couldn’t wait to paint this boy’s insides with his nut, just like God intended. He was fucking him roughly again, lost in the animalistic heat of the moment. His skin felt like it was on fire, hotter than it had been when he was feverous just a few days ago. He slammed his hips against Dario’s cheeks, holding onto the jockstrap like a horse’s reigns as he fucked the shit out of this boy. “Ugh… oh slow down, that hurts…” He ignored him, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm build. The only thing that mattered now was his own pleasure. He needed to spill his seed, to breed this boy and mark him as his own. He needed to plant his seed so deep inside of Dario that he would be a part of him forever. “Ugh… fuck… I’m coming!” He wrapped his arms around Dario’s chest, squeezing the boy tightly as he blew his load inside him. His cock was planted as far in as it could go, and he felt nothing but ecstasy as it filled the boy’s rectum with cum. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. He collapsed onto Dario’s back, his cock twitching as it released its last few dribbles of cum. He put his nose in Dario’s hair and breathed in the boy’s scent. It smelled clean and fresh, like a flower waiting to be defiled. Another job well done. “That was fucking hot,” said Dario, his back heaving as he breathed heavily. Sam pulled his cock out of Dario’s hole, relishing one last feel of the boy’s insides. There was a light pink froth on the outside of the condom, a beautiful mixture of cum and a little bit of blood that he sometimes saw when he pushed a bottom to his limits. When he pulled his cock all the way out, he could see the tip of the condom hanging precariously off. He laughed to himself. “What’s so funny?” Dario asked, turning his head to smile at him. Sam ripped off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket by the bed. “Nothing. Let’s get you off.” He wasn’t a total douchebag, after all. Just because he cared more about his own pleasure than anyone else’s didn’t mean he didn’t like helping bottoms get off. He released Dario from the handcuffs, then turned the boy on his back and kissed him. His hand traced down Dario’s chest, squeezing his meaty pecs and pinching his dark brown nipples. He trailed down the smooth, sweaty skin of his pecs and stomach until his hand reached underneath Dario’s ass, where he slipped his fingers in the boy’s hole once more. “Ahh,” Dario hissed. “It’s a little sore.” Sam kissed his neck. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. Dario pulled his cock out of the jockstrap pouch, tugging on it as Sam fingered him deeply. He was working the cum deeper into the boy’s hole, careful to remove any trace of his stealthing. After all, what Dario didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It wasn’t like there was a real chance of him catching anything anyway. Sam had been to the clinic just a couple of months ago and tested clean. What could he possibly have? “Ugh… oh god, yes,” Dario moaned. He was jerking his cock, his hole gripping Sam’s finger like a vice. Sam shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. “Cum for me. Now!” Dario cried out as his cock began to spurt. The cum flew up and hit him on the chest, covering those beautiful brown nipples in sticky white seed. Sam kissed him, ravaging the boy’s prostate with his finger as he rode the orgasm. God, he loved breeding these boys more than anything but diddling them to completion was a reward all unto itself. He watched the cum spurting out of Dario’s cock less and less until it was just a dribble. “Wow,” Dario whispered once he’d finished cumming. “That was incredible.” Sam smirked. He pulled his finger out of Dario and sucked it clean. He loved the taste of a boy well fucked. Then he pulled on his jean shorts, stuffing the Y-fronts into his pocket. “Can I see you again?” asked Dario. He pulled on his shoes. “I’ll be at the baths if you’re ever up for another round.” It was certainly possible that they’d hook up again, but not very likely. Sam didn’t like to plow the same field too many times–there were so many other holes to conquer. Still, best to let him have a bit of hope. As he left Dario’s apartment, he felt a sudden burst of energy. Instead of heading home, he set off in the direction of the baths. He’d be ready to go again in minutes, of that he was sure. That month off sex had really shaken him. He needed this, a reminder that he was a man meant to breed. Now that he’d gotten off on his latest conquest, he knew there was a whole world out there just waiting to be conquered.

It had been a long time since I went to a barber... I was fussy and if I didn't click with the guy, it was never going to happen. A mate of mine told me about a guy he knew that had a chair in his own house... I wasn't impressed, but he assured me that he had a great reputation. I wasn't sure, still a bit gun-shy from previous experiences. I let it slide and forgot about it until I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom... something had to give. After a couple of weeks I decided to let my mate arrange a meeting with this guy. After a bit of back and forth the day finally came to sit in this guy's chair, my mate told me not to judge a book by it's cover... I brushed it off but still thought it was a weird thing to say. I arrived at an ordinary looking house and even before I reached for the doorbell this tattooed, bearded guy appeared in the open doorway. He was pleasant enough, but I couldn't shake this feeling... maybe it was the past experiences that were causing ripples. We shook hands and I entered the house, I found it a bit weird that I heard the door lock behind me... I glanced back but the guy smiled and encouraged me into his salon. Pleasantries were exchanged and I began to unload, telling the guy all about my past experiences with dodgy barbers...he could see how uptight and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as he threw the cover round me to start cutting my beard I noticed the heavy rubber of the cover... and it was tight around my neck, I commented on the cover and the guy just grinned. He asked if I would like a beer or something else to drink... I started to like this guy and thought... yeah why not! As I sat gulping my beer down, he groomed his way round my beard, fuck I was starting to relax...I was happy to sit there all day...at one point he leaned in and growled that he had time to do a good job on me, without thinking I accepted another beer, this was great as I started to lean back into the chair almost feeling drowsy...

So there haven't been a lot of new stories lately and it has been a while since I've written one. Sorry my writing and storytelling skills aren't great, but it is what it is. English was always my worst subject in school. So I hope you like it anyway. Booth Meetings By austin_submale I had some time to myself and it is Saturday so I was looking forward to a day at the adult bookstore. As I pulled into the lot I could see there were a fair number of cars there which is good. I pulled into a space towards the back where my car wouldn't be visible from the street just in case. I wandered through the parking, there were a couple of guys hanging around chatting at the underground 'game room' next door, they've got '8-liners' there which are a kind of illegal slot machine that are common since the laws about gambling aren't very enforced around here anymore. I stopped at the counter to pay admission to the booths and the busty blonde lady was working and she smiled knowingly at me. We chatted for a little bit about nothing, both knowing why I am here. After a bit another customer came in so I left her to take care of him while I meandered back to the arcade area. It is dark in there and as usual there were several men loitering in the hallways. I made my way back to where the glory hole booths are and took up a spot along the walls between booths bumping into a few men in the dark and apologizing for not seeing them. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness I caught the glance of a very thin older Hispanic guy of medium height. He motioned me to one of the booths and I went inside with him following. It was one of the glory hole booths and he pointed down at the glory hole so I got on my knees and moved to check it. As I did a very large black dick appeared through the hole so I took it in my mouth. It really filled the hole so I had to work to get it into my mouth even through I am an experienced sucker. As I was working down on it I felt the guy behind me start to pull down my sweat pants. Underneath I was wearing jock underwear to allow easy access to my already cleaned and lubed hole. I felt his finger slide into me then pull out then another finger drawing out a moan from me around the big dick in my mouth and then he worked my prostate a little before the fingers both withdrew and I felt the head of his dick start to press against my hole. He pushed forward, my hole opening up to let the head of his dick enter causing me to moan out a little louder. His cock was very thick so it was stretching me open and hurt just a little. Then he slid all the way inside and the pain all turned to pleasure as he sunk deep inside until I could feel his pubes on my ass and his balls against my taint. He then started to pound me with a steady rhythm while speaking in my ear in Spanish. Mi Espanol es no bueno, but I could make out a few words I understood here and there. Juevos, mi gusto, deliciouso. Yeah, he was getting into it and so was I. It made me suck all the more hard on the dick in my mouth, working it with my best technique. It wasn't long before I felt it start to pulse and the load blasted directly down my throat without me even really tasting it until the cock was withdrawn and the remnants painted my tongue as it slid over. It wasn't long before another dick filled my mouth. I had been hearing the doors to the booths open and close so I suspected there was a line on either side waiting to be serviced. By then the guy pumping me started to increase his pace really hitting my prostate and setting me off. My little load of cum dribbled out of my tiny cock hands free. The spasming in my ass must have triggered his orgasm because the tenor of his voice raised until I heard some words I wasn't expecting... 'positivo leche'. Uh-oh. I know enough to know what that means. I guess it shouldn't surprise me. I figured it would happen sooner or later. As his spasms ended and the last of his poz load was pumped deep inside me he pulled out and as I expected another dick took his place. That continued for several more rounds in both my holes. Each man telling me verbally that I was getting his charged seed, some in English, some in Spanish. One deep voice in a language I didn't recognize but I suspect maybe some kind of creole. I think that one may have been the large black guy I sucked off first but I can't say for sure. Eventually there were no more takers so I got up, pulled my sweat pants back up and started to make my way back up front with cum dripping down my legs. I'm glad I brought a towel to cover the seats in my car. When I got to the counter the lady winked at me and gave me a sly, knowing smile. She told me it looked like I'd had a lot of fun today. I told her that yes, it had been one of my best visits to date, and certainly one that would leave me with the gift of memories I'd treasure forever. She said "I'm positive you will".

For the first two weeks of my return home we chatted almost every day over Scruff. With every passing day he became more discouraged that he wasn’t coming down with the fuck flu. I assured him it doesn’t always take, and thought to myself ‘damn, none of those other guys knocked him up.’ I began to encourage him to get out there and offer his ass to every raw cock he could find. “I only cheat on my boyfriend with you daddy!” was his ongoing reply. “As your master, I order you to cheat, tell me about all your hot encounters.” I replied. “I’m not your slave until you knock me up daddy.” My God his pig headedness was infuriating. “You don’t get to tell daddy, son. You take orders. If you don’t start to follow my instructions I will just have to stop chatting and you won’t meet me in the flesh in the spring.” “No daddy, don’t leave me! Don’t abandon me. Please. Please! Please!!! I need your gift. I need to be your slave. I need you to rescue me from my lame boyfiend. I needed for it to be you who pozes me. It can’t be anyone else” I decided to not contact or respond to him for the next month. There were two or three desperate pleas from him, but I just ignored them. I even considered stopping writing this story knowing he was reading it and my commitment to the story might be misconstrued as a commitment to let him change my mind. Truth is I’ve written many gifting and chasing stories on this site. I did so fully knowing they were strictly fiction. I knew this one was also fiction but the young man didn’t seem to be getting that message. I hadn’t heard from him for a full month. Then I got this message. “Hi daddy! This is your devoted son. I still haven’t got sick and I even went to get tested. It came back negative. I now realize you were not toxic when you bred me. Your biohazard tattoo was a fake. I’m not angry, in fact I’ve loved the hole charade. It was so fucking hot to believe that you were gifting me. It was even fucking hot waiting to convert, anticipating telling my boyfriend how I cheated and got knocked up. You so made me believe I was getting what I needed. Thank you for all of this, and now I know more than ever that I need you to be my master, I need your strain of HIV running in my blood stream. No one else’s will do. I got a taste of the slut you will turn me into. I need more! Thank you daddy” This was followed quickly by; “I need you to know I have not cheated again on my lame boyfriend. I only cheat with you. I dream often of your toxic poz cock blasting in my son ass, ‘painting my guts’ as you often say.” I couldn’t resist and wrote back: “You tell me you haven’t cheated on your boyfriend. Has he been cheating on you? Has he brought those three men you don’t like home for threesomes? Has he had them breed you? Had you watch him breed them? This daddy needs to know.” “I have not had sex with any men without my boyfriend making it happen. I don’t know if he cheats and that is not for me to know. Two of the men from before have been back. They each loaded my ass as my boyfriend watched, He also made me watch him raw fuck them, I still don’t like them! He brought three new men home one night. They were all drunk. He told two of them to rape me, the third was too drunk and slept through my cries and moans. Even though I made a great fuss and fought back I secretly loved such intense sex. It was in stark contrast to my boyfriend’s vanilla excuse for love making. When each of them exploded their cum in my ass I almost felt like I was the one that had raped them. My boyfriend saw how much I enjoyed it and power fucked one of those guys as an act of revenge. He hasn’t touched me for the three weeks since. But he has told me they are coming back this Friday night. I can hardly wait. But I really need your bare poz toxic cock in me, that is all I will be thinking about, all I ever think about when I’m getting fucked or raped. I need your toxic babies in my body, claiming me, owning me.” I responded; “Let me know if they come on Friday night. Tell me every detail.” Saturday morning I received this note; “They came last night. The three men with my boyfriend. They forcefully stripped me naked and tied me to a chair. Then they gagged me. I thought I would choke it was so tight. Then they all stripped and had a bb orgy in front of me. Everyone got raw fucked except my shit head boyfriend. Everyone got bred accept my ass hole boyfriend. Then I was untied and forced to suck the cum out of all of their dripping asses. They thought they were forcing me to swallow all the cum and ass juices. I did a better job of hiding my enjoyment from them and my boyfriend. After the other three left my boyfriend told me what a good boy I had been to watch him get so much enjoyment. He then fucked me harder than ever before, but he was spent and couldn’t cum. That’s when he really surprised me. He loaded me bare assed into his truck. Took me to a cruising woods, tied my arms around a tree and encouraged men to fuck and breed my prone ass. I didn’t see any of them, but six raw cocks pounded my hole and each left a sticky deposit. See daddy, you must come right now and breed me with your toxic babies. You can’t let some stranger knock me up. I only want the gift from you. I need to be your poz son, your poz slave. Then I’ll be happy to take as many other poz strains from stranger as you want. I just need the gift from you first. Please daddy, please.” I wrote right back; “Holy fuck son, that is one of the hottest stories I’ve ever read. Did that really happen? Keep reporting to me like this and I might just go against my principles and go off meds to gift you. That is if one of these strangers your boyfriend is farming your ass out to doesn’t do the job first.” “No daddy!” I could hear his plaintive cry through the letters on my screen. “Don’t let anyone gift me but you. As much as I loved all those men using me I’m scared sick that I might get it from them. Please come and gift me now. I need it to be you. I’m going to confess to my boyfriend that I’m not taking PreP, I’m going to beg him not to do that to me again. Please come save me, breed me, poz me, then you can throw me naked to the dogs I won’t care. But I need to be your poz son first. No one else will do! Please daddy, I’m begging you."

Chapter 5 – Washing up Jake held the boy as the boy started to shiver. Ethan tried to make sense of the gravity of knowing that he had just had sex with a man. No, he was fucked by a man. No, he was hard and shot the biggest load of the week, while he was being fucked by a man. Was he gay now? His body was in shock. He was a cummy mess. He was happy that he didn’t have anything in his ass anymore but felt so empty without one. J: You did great boy. Cherry poppin’ videos are always the hardest for new talent. And your creamy twink body is going to be very popular. Oh dear, you look like a sweaty dirty whore. Can’t have you looking like this all night. It might scare my guests. I tell you what, how about you go take a shower and come back so we can talk. Jake yells out for someone to come into the room. A latino guy just the same body type and height of Ethan walks in the room. This new guy has more muscle on him than Ethan. Not a twink, more of a twunk in his mid 20's. Not quite innocent looking. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts. J: Thanks for coming in here Miguel. This is our new friend Ethan. He is a bit sweaty from his first breakthrough performance. Would you be so kind as to help him to the shower and bring him back here? Miguel smirked and turned to Ethan. M: Hey friend, nice to meet you. I’m Miguel and I live here with the boss man. Let me help you out of this scene. Jake disappears from view. Miguel reaches out and unties Ethan’s legs and helps him stand up. They hobble over to a nice bathroom. They look over and see a nice big walk-in shower. Miguel leans Ethan against the wall while he walks in the shower and turns the nob on. The shower shoots on and gets Miguel a big wet. He walks back over the Ethan. Ethan is still floating high. He barely registers Miguel stripping his shirt and dropping his shorts. Miguel is kinda stripping in slow motion. He knows the shower room w loaded with a few cams. He knows the water temperature is regulated to lukewarm and just in case, all the glass of the shower was antifogged. E: Looks like we both need a shower. Haha. Ethan is looking Miguel up and down. Ethan was used to seeing a guy here or there naked in the gym showers and lockerroom but this was different. He was transfixed on this new guy’s body like he had never seen a man naked before. He stared at his chest, his pecks, his quarter sized nipples that looked especially pointy. He followed the chest down to the navel, and further down to his neatly trimmed hairs. This made Ethan reach down to his own area below and felt himself above his dick. Smooth. Smooth because he was a boy and this guy in front of him was obviously a man. Ethan became transfixed on Miguels dick. And just like it knew of his gaze, Miguel’s dick begins to grow and fill out. Miguel smirked and asked the boy if he liked what he was seeing. The boy took to his new position like he was born to it. He walked over to Miguel and reached out for his growing dick. M: Go ahead you know you want to boy. Start acting like the slut you were meant to be. Ethan licked his lips and dropped to his knees. He grabbed the dick with his left hand and leaned forward. His mouth engulfed the brown dick. Halfway at first but it didn’t take long before he was playing with the balls with the right hand. M: oh, fuck yeah, you love my cock in your mouth. Don’t you boy. Relax your throat baby boy. Miguel reached down with his hands and grabbed Ethan by his head. He says to the boy to cover his teeth and begins to fuck his mouth. Not hard and fast but a gentle rhythm. He looks down and the boy and pulls his dick out. M: you have to be careful with those teeth. Close your eyes. **Slap** The boy was not prepared for the hand to his face. Ethan covers the slapped surface with his own hand. E: What did I do? Did I do it wrong? M: No sweet thing. That was just to show you what happens when you graze a dick with your teeth. Better to learn now. Oh and if you bite down on a dick, you will probably have those pretty teeth of yours pulled or punched out. No body wants that right? Like I said, good to learn now. I’m sorry to hurt you. You are so innocent looking. I’ll tell you what, you deserve an apology. Miguel sits on the closed toilet seat reaches under the vanity of the sink and pulls out a loaded pipe. He takes a hit and blows it out. M: Come sit on my lap. I’m gonna shotgun you. Do you know what that is? Yes? Good. Ethan is taking orders like a pro and sits on Miguel’s lap with one of his legs going across Miguels. Ethan feels Miguel’s dick against his thigh. Miguel takes a big hit and then locks lips with Ethan. Blows out. Miguel hits then Ethan blows out. After the third shotgun, Miguel pushes his 2 fingers in Ethan’s mouth, coating his digits with saliva. He reaches between the boy’s legs and pushes the slobbery fingers in the boys new fuck hole. Ethan moans and starts to rock a big on the invading fingers. M: Good little whore. Now get in that shower and lather your body up. Clean yourself up and make yourself like new. Well, as new as you can. I’ll join you in a minute. Ethan got up and walked right into the spraying water. He reached for the bar of soap and did as he was told. He washed up. He was just about done when Miguel walked up behind him and pushes him against the wall. M: Put your hands against the wall and stand with your ass out a bit. Good now spread them legs. A little more. Good. Now beg for it. Beg for my big brown dick, for my sticky white cum, beg for me to impregnate you like the whore you are. E: Fuck me! Fuck me please! I need that big latino cock in my fuckhole. Fill me with your babies! I need it! Miguel got closer to his prey. His dick curved up a bit so it should be no problem at this angle. He smired some lube on his head and looked down at his 7.5 cut snake as it rested at the entrance to this deliciously creamy round ass attached to this boy begging for it. He slowly pushes in and continues until he bottoms out against the boy’s skin. E: oh yes, I love this feeling of feeling full. Mmm, yeah fill me with your babies. Miguel uses his legs to push the boy’s legs apart further; getting him in the optimal position. He then reaches down to the boy’s ear. M: Do you want me to breed you like I bred your girlfriend? Yeah, that’s right, while you were making your video, she was making hers. I’m gonna fuck you harder than I fucked her. You are so much tighter than that loose bitch. And with that, Miguel power fucked the boy in the shower. Moans and occasional “please slow down” and “it hurts a bit” would be uttered. But Miguel did not care. He fucked him for 20 straight minutes. When he was done, he pulled out and rised himself and the boy off. He wrapped a towel around the boy and said great job on his second video of the day. All cleaned up, Miguel walked Ethan over to the sling room but set him down on the bed instead. He said to wait here for further instructions. Miguel pointed out there was porn playing on the screen in front of them. He told him he could watch and play with himself but no cumming was allowed without permission. Ethan was mesmorized by the video on the screen. It was a video just like he had made earlier. Only this time, it was a just legal aged black boy that was passed out and being stripped and then placed in the sling. Ethan was half hard watching the vid but dared not touch himself. Not yet.

I have recently in the past few weeks playing with black tops. Im so turned on when on my back and seeing a black cock enter my white hole! Im finding them more aggressive and verbal which is such a turn on.

Took a bbc load an hour ago,saw him on grindr,told him my doors open,he showed 10 minutes later with no conversation, just comes in and starts pounding my hole,cums inside,slaps my ass and leaves without a word. Wish it was this easy with everyone.

Watching Guys Fuck In The Theater I went to the theater again. Unfortunately today it didn't look very busy but I had some time so I stopped anyway. After chatting up the busty blonde lady who works the counter a lot I paid for theater entry and walked back, listening to the sound of the video as I went down the long hallway. When I got there and my eyes adjusted I noticed there was only one guy, sitting on one of the back couches. He looked really tweaked out and he was taking hits off a glass pipe. I sat down on the couch next to his and pulled off my shoes and pants and started watching the movie. Nothing too exciting, straight porn, but at least it was an anal video and the guys had nice big dicks. As I was stroking the door opened and another guy came in, he was a gaunt, muscular guy with buzz cut hair and just a hint of a belly. He walked right over and sat down next to the guy who was still hitting his pipe. Obviously they knew each other because they started talking and soon the pipe was replaced in the guys mouth by the big fat dick of the other guy. Once the dick was fully hard he turned the guy around on the couch and pulled a bottle of lube and opened a new bottle of popper from his pocket and a took a few big sniffs and then lubed up his dick and slid one, then two fingers into the guy who's ass was raised. He sank his dick in easily, despite it's large size until his belly was on the guys back then he started to saw in and out. He would stop every now and then to take another hit of poppers and the guy being fucked got his lighter and pipe and was taking hits as he was getting pounded. I just watched, jealous of the dicking that the bottom guy was getting. Feeling emboldened by their display I also turned around on the couch with my ass raised, hoping that the top might want to try my hole out. I wasn't sure they had even noticed I was watching, but it wasn't long before the top pulled out and came over and started feeling up my ass. He applied more lube to his fingers and then slid two into my hole. Finding it already lubed and stretched before I got here, he must have been pleased because I felt him swing a knee over me to one side the couch and then the other knee to the other side, lining his dick up with my crack. He slid into me and started pumping with the same vigor he had been giving the other bottom. Shortly after that the other bottom got up and walked out. I figured he was done for the day, maybe he ran out of crystals for his pipe. The top was really pounding me good, causing me to moan out in time with his grunting. Then the other bottom came back in, with several other guys, he must have gone up to the arcade and brought them back. My little cock was tingling with excitement and I could feel my little balls start to pull up. Without me even touching myself I felt cum start to dribble from my not even fully hard dicklette. My ass was clenching and spasming, and it set off the top. He groaned out "Take my hot load you dirty slut!" as I felt his dick throb and jets of his cum being pumped deep inside. He paused for only a few seconds, then slapped my ass and told me "I hope you enjoy that gift!". The other guys that were lined up then took their turns, each one of them seeding me as they told me things like "Take my charged seed you faggot!" "Yessss, yessss" was about all I could get out between my moans. The first guy that fucked me went around behind the couch and presented me with his dick to clean. I noticed he had a biohazard tattoo on his belly. After I returned him to hardness he went back around behing me, all the other men having taken their turn and this time he slowly fucked me, telling me in my ear how he was going to knock up my ass and how I needed to keep coming back to get more charged loads. I chatted the lady up again on my way out. She gave me the usual smile and told me I looked like I had a good time. She said she wished she could have come back to watch but they were short staffed and she would have to catch the show next time. I knew that wouldn't be long from now.

I'm a verbal top in the sense that I moan and groan a lot, deep guttural grunts and such, but no verbiage other than the occasional "fuck yeah". I get louder as I get ready to cum and the tone of my voice gets louder, higher, and more urgent as I climax. Bottoms seem to like it. I know when I bottom I like a noisy top but not one that has to carry on a conversation or verbalize - keep it primal is my motto. Listening to a line of patter straight out of a porn film breaks me out of the moment.

Hot, hot, hot. Believe it or not, I used to be a skinhead with a skinhead mate who used to breed me very hard. We always played in gear and I've still got my Docs, MA1 jacket and bleachers. It was very hot sex.

Chapter 2 – Kyle’s Turn In Chapter 1, I recount an evening with my buddy Kyle. We partied, then moved on to some solid ass work. While his fist was inside me, Jim walked in. First, he bred my ass, then he fisted it. We’ve now got Kyle in the sling, and he is also sucking my dick. Kyle was able to get my whole cock into his mouth since it had shrunk down from the partying. He knew that some precum would be coming out as his reward for a good blow job. Meanwhile, Jim was just inside Kyle’s hole, working over the entrance to widen it for the fun to come. Jim took his hand out and picked up one of the dildos. Kyle has a great selection of toys, some large and some of a more standard size. Jim selected one on the larger side, but I’ve seen Kyle take much bigger things. Jim lubed up the toy and then used it to tease Kyle. He was running it up and down his ass crack, just lightly brushing over his hole. Each time the toy passed over his hole, I could feel Kyle react by sucking a little harder on my cock. His hole was probably throbbing with the anticipation, too. My cock was leaking a steady stream of precum, which Kyle was slurping down his throat. Jim looked at me and said, “Give him some poppers.” Kyle let my dick out of his mouth, and I opened the poppers for him. I held one nostril while he took a short hit, then the other where he took a longer hit. Kyle held the last one in to let it really take effect and took my cock back in his mouth. Jim inserted about half of the toy into Kyle’s ass while he was flying from the poppers. Jim was twisting and rotating the toy inside Kyle, and Kyle was bucking around on the dildo. His ass was working that toy for all it was worth. Meanwhile, Jim was pushing more of the dildo into Kyle with each motion. He got in all the way to the base, and then he started to fuck Kyle’s ass with it. He would pull it almost all the way out before shoving it back in to the base. He was doing a great job of getting Kyle open and ready for anything. Kyle was obviously enjoying the ride and was doing a nice job on my T dick. Jim spent a good bit of time working over Kyle’s ass with the dildo. But they both wanted more. Jim had me reach down and hold the dildo deep inside Kyle’s ass while he lubed up his hands. Kyle knew what was coming and worked even harder on my dick. Jim nodded at me, and I let him take control of the toy. He twisted it around a little bit more and then pulled it almost all the way out before driving it back in to the base. Kyle moaned when the dildo was deep inside him, and my cock shot out a nice load of precum. Jim slowly worked the toy all the way out of Kyle, leaving his hole empty and wanting. In a single push, Jim inserted his hand into Kyle. I looked down at Kyle, still with my cock in his mouth, and could see the intense pleasure reflected in his eyes. Jim twisted his hand around, letting Kyle feel his knuckles graze over his prostate and the walls of his ass. Each time that Jim twisted left or right, he also moved a bit deeper into Kyle’s ass. Soon, he had about half of his lower arm inside Kyle. Jim let his hand rest there for a bit, but I could tell from the flexing of his arm muscles that he was probing Kyle’s ass, getting the deepest areas to open for his hand. Jim’s arm moved deeper into Kyle, having obviously passed an internal barrier. He must have gotten through Kyle’s second hole. I moved back, taking my cock out of Kyle’s mouth, and reached over for the poppers. Once again, I helped Kyle take a few deep hits on the brown bottle. Soon, his eyes glazed over as they hit, and he felt the intense sensations Jim’s hand delivered. Kyle rode the poppers rush as Jim worked over his ass. When the poppers had worn off, Jim began a slow extraction. He twisted and turned as he worked his hand out of Kyle. From the look on Kyle’s face, it was clear that he was enjoying the removal as much as he enjoyed the insertion. When Jim was fully out of Kyle’s ass, he used both hands to massage his hole. He would sometimes dip a hand in just past the knuckles but stayed close to the entrance. Eventually, Jim had four fingers from each hand stretching Kyle’s hole. I moved down to see the effect of this on Kyle’s hole. It was stretched open, showing a lovely pink and fleshy center. I couldn’t resist and stuck my tongue deep into Kyle when Jim had his hole stretched out. The feelings on my tongue were awesome, and I’m sure it felt good to Kyle, too. Then Kyle said to me, “Hey, you’re supposed to be the bottom bitch tonight.” I assured him that I was happy to share the bottom duties but was also happy to be back in the sling for more work on my ass. So, Kyle got out, and I got into the sling. This time, both Kyle and Jim lubed up their hands and they both started to work over my hole.

PERSONALLY, in the way the 'skinhead' is depicted in that one shot of yours, it reminded me of some obscure S & M brotherhood thing I have seen on-line. It seems to involve all the 'inductees' being shaved bare, not just the crotch and ass, but the head too. Whether intended as part of an 'erotic humiliation' or a DE-personifying 'tribal power-bottom marking' or being the designated cum-dumpsters no idea. Some seem to be eventually all pierced and tatted... with BIO-HAZARD tats... all oddly erotic to me. To me the most common form of 'shaving bare', especially of the crotch is part of the 'urban, modified, inked, pierced, cut' sub-culture that I have developed a kink for... However, the European Neo-Nazi skinheads with racist attitudes, visible with their clan gear: denims, leather jackets, DocMartins laced up hundreds of times are a rather disturbing site... like the odd gays adorning themselves with Nazi-flags and swastikas and wearing Nazi uniforms... (I saved pics of that mess too somewhere) basically trivializing the horrors of the NS-regime... those kind of skin-heads (like inductees to 'the camps') that kind of weirdness causes me a serious gag reflex. But then I grew up in that history and that's that. But for the most part (on here) I try to see the personally seriously EROTIC aspects (on this site, as much as possible) and I hope my attached pics come through and make their point. Cause they ALWAYS get ME off!

Fuckin'☣️ink~! Will be back in FTL March 23 to April 02/24. Dungeon room @ Inn Leather FTL, FL No Load refused. Posted on BBRT too. Looking for anonymous, promiscuous, and public...😈🐷

...how you guys feel about skinheads...and gay ones too?

Kyle and I have gotten together regularly for several years. We have lots of mutual likes and have learned what works for each of us. We both like to party and are really into lots of ass work: Rimming, fingering, toys, fists, whatever we can think to safely shove up each other’s holes is fair game. Kyle is 54, about 5’8”, a little chunky. He’s got short brown hair, green eyes, a nice beard, and a hairy body. His cock is about 7.5” with nice low hangers. I’m 53, 6’, and also a little chunky. My hair is blond, my eyes are blue, and I have a hairy body with a nice cock and shaved balls. When we get together, we also get into some gear play. We both have a good collection of jockstraps, harnesses, and some other fun clothing. Kyle has a well-equipped playroom at his house with a sling, couch, bed, massive tv, and a fuck machine. There’s a bathroom and a small kitchenette attached too. One great thing is that the floor is tile with a drain in the center, so cleanup after a session is easy. Kyle invited me over and told me to plan to be there all weekend. We often play over the course of a few days, so this was normal. I don’t need to pack much since we’ll be naked most of the time, but I always throw in a few things to help the party along. This means that I bring some product, toys, poppers, and some gear. This time, I also threw in a long and thick stainless-steel chain. I got to his place around 6:30 on Friday. His playroom is in the basement with an entrance from the outside, so we don’t have to go through the house for anything. I walked in and saw that Kyle had the fuck machine set up at the foot of the sling. He wasn’t using it yet, but he was sitting on the couch, flipping through some porn. Kyle was wearing an orange jockstrap that looked great with his hairy body. His furry ass was well framed by the straps. He also had on an orange harness and some leather armbands. He looked hot in all the gear. I stripped down to my red jockstrap and black leather harness. Kyle had a pipe ready for us. We melted the crystals and took turns blowing clouds. Both of us are ass focused by nature, but the T makes us complete ass pigs. It wasn’t long until we were making out and fondling each other. Kyle said that he had a few emails that he needed to reply to, but he wanted me to get in the sling and have the fuck machine work over my hole. He already had a good-sized dildo attached to the machine, and it only took a few adjustments to get it working into my ass. He took the remote back to the couch and picked up his phone to take care of his emails. The toy was well lubed, and Kyle had rubbed some more lube around my ass before starting it up, so I was getting a nice ride. I’d look over at him, dressed in his gear, fondling his cock and sometimes his hole while he was working on his phone. He was also varying the speed and depth of the machine, giving me a variety of sensations as it filled my ass. I figured that he was talking with someone about joining us. We often invite another guy or two over to play with us and have had some great times. Kyle put down his phone and stopped the machine. He moved it out of the way, leaving my ass empty and needy. Luckily, he knew what I needed. Kyle lubed up his hands and began opening my hole for his hands. He started with a few fingers from each hand, which went in easily, thanks to the toy on the machine. He used his fingers to open my hole in different directions, stretching it out for bigger things. Kyle looked up at me and raised his eyebrows. This was his way of asking if I was ready for more, and I nodded. He started to push on my hole with his hand, and I moved down a bit on the sling to get his big, hairy knuckles past the entrance to my ass. His hand slid past the wrist, and he let it rest there momentarily. Next, he started some exploration of my ass. He moved his hand around inside me, seeking out the passages that he knows so well. Kyle knows how to go deep into my ass, but he was just probing around near the entrance now. The intent was to give me a nice stretch, so he pulled back to let his knuckles work the muscles of my hole. He was twisting and flexing his hand while he expanded my hole to accommodate more and bigger things. I was loving it. I took a couple huffs on the brown bottle next to me. Once the poppers hit, Kyle really went to work on stretching me open. He used his knuckles but then also added some fingers from his other hand. He knows that I open up more when I’m poppered up, so he was going to use that time to really get me open. Kyle worked my hole to open it more and then went in for some depth. Just as I groaned when he hit my second hole, I heard the door open. “Hey, Jim,” said Kyle. I looked over and saw Jim. He looked to be around our age, tall, and with a nice body. He had dark hair, and brown eyes and was clean-shaven. Jim replied, “Hey, I guess this is our bottom for the night, huh?”. Kyle nodded, and I smiled at that. Jim stripped down, showing off a nice smooth body and a cock that looked pretty big. He walked over to the sling and stuck his cock in my mouth. Kyle was back to working my hole, and I now had Jim’s dick getting hard in my mouth. Kyle told Jim where the pipe and torch were, and Jim picked them up and blew a few clouds. He leaned down and shared some with me, too. His cock had grown to a nice size in my mouth, and I told him that I wanted him in my ass. Kyle pulled out, and Jim shoved his cock in me. He had a thick dick that felt good inside me. He said, “I need to blow my load quick.” That was fine by me. He fucked me for a while, getting his dick deep into my ass, and then said, “Here it comes,” before burying his cock in my ass. I could feel the spasms as he dumped his load in me. He churned it up a little before pulling out and then shoving his fingers in my hole. He played around the entrance and then lubed up both hands and worked his left hand deep into my ass. “I can feel my cum”, he said as he twisted and turned his hand inside me. Jim played at that depth for a while, enjoying the sensation of mixing the lube with his load. It felt great for me, too, so I had no objections. Then, he slowly extracted his left hand and switched to his right. This was a bigger stretch and he let me relax into the upgraded size before starting some in and out motions. While he was inside me, he asked Kyle to shotgun a hit to him. When Kyle did that, Jim said, “He’s next,” pointing his chin in my direction. I sent Kyle back to Jim, and then Jim sent him back to me. We were all getting more spun, but Kyle was taking the biggest hit here. I suggested that Kyle get his ass worked over since I knew he’d be really spun. They helped me out of the sling, and we got Kyle in it. Jim was ready to fist him, so I shoved my cock towards Kyle’s face, and he sucked it in as Jim entered his ass.

Saturday afternoon, I attended my first orgy and left with 4 loads in me and 2 loads deposited in other guys. I’m an NYU sophomore and had been wanting to go to an orgy for a long time. I was approached at the gym and invited to this by one of my classmates and it was like 30 sweaty hot college to 30 year olds fucking like there was no tomorrow. I took one dick that was as thick as a beer can and maybe 9” long at the end and took his load before I left. It started out with just making out but soon enough I had my dick in someone’s ass and someone had theirs in mine. I think the longest train was about 5 or 6 guys at once. At one point I was double penetrated and it was the first time I had ever done that. It was such a rainy day I was happy to be spending it in a NYC penthouse fucking and being fucked for hours. Definitely one of the best sexual experiences I have ever had and am super excited to go to another. It was so hot to stare into a man’s eyes, make out, never know his name, and he would get up and another man would replace his cock in me. It was also so hot to use other guys holes immediately after they were being used. Not a condom in sight and it was so fucking hot. Can’t wait for the next orgy in a few weeks.

in addition: cruising spots were either seen as home turf of the closeted or breeding grounds for early death. those of us who didn't want to live a double life and or lose our first class privileges in the patriarchy were encouraged to uncle tom our way to mainstream acceptance via marriage and an almost public denouncement of "filthy habits". it's sad that public parks, rest stops etc are like dead malls. plus i've lost my patience w the toxic online world of NPNC. buy a dictionary and look up the meaning of "anon" assholes. other than watching al pacino in Cruising, i'm not sure the good old days will ever be back.

Just a reminder, Fox News is legally considered a parody television show because, per federal judges, "No reasonable person would confuse Fox programming for actual news", and therefore should be treated as such.

This has been my experience as well, and I love eating a big muscular Black ass.

It’s getting harder and harder to find public gloryholes, even semi-public ones like at a bookstore. It’s been 20+ years since I manned a real, public men’s room stall glory hole, just one anonymous dick after another, worshipping cock for cock’s sake. Now I’m gonna be obsessing over it all day….

I've always loved gloryhole sex. My favorite is a guy sucking me until I'm rock hard, then backing his cum filled ass back onto my dick and riding it until I explode in him.

My weird one is having a guy drool his spit into my open mouth.

Yes! As a top I do this. I quietly tell the bottom, usually whispering into his ear as I pull him close, how good his tight faggot ass feels and say shit like "I'm gonna make a girl out of you and make you like it." When I'm getting close I tell him I'm about to breed his hot sexy ass and I announce when I'm starting to cum and say things like "you're gonna be shitting cum for a week." Sometimes a bottom is so into our fuck that he will start to cum also. Not often but memorable when it happens. It's like I am fucking him mentally as well as physically. I think I do a lot of this because I started as a bottom and just do what I liked having done to me. I think I am a natural top but when I first got into gay sex it took me a couple of years to figure that out. During that time I had some very hot encounters as a bottom but I always fantasized about what the top must be feeling when he came in my ass. I'm not loud when topping but I am verbal. It's interesting with fuck buddies at times when I have gotten to know them pretty well. One minute I'm telling him what a hot sexy slut he is and dominating him sexually and 5 minutes later we are talking about cars or guns or bitching about our wives or GFs or whatever.

May I also sing the praises of Sniffies? I'm in Fort Lauderdale on a Wednesday night and these men are pulling up to the door and filling up cunts! My first tonight was a Latino guy who bred me a few days ago. He's already asking if he can come again tomorrow. He is an expert rimmer and opened my hole up nicely. After he fucked his load into me, a guy with a BBC hit me up. He got really excited when I told him my cunt was already used and sloppy. He asked if he could come immediately to add his DNA to the mix. 15 minutes later, I got his load. My hole is a sloppy, cummy mess right now, but guess who's still online 🫠? There is a gay couple on the other side of this bungalow I'm renting. I know they heard me in here getting these cheeks clapped so I'll just have to brace myself for the jokes and judgment tomorrow morning 😭. One of them has been flirting with me the entire time I've been here.

I'm a cumdump bottom that accepts any load, but I enjoy letting older chubby men fuck me. Obviously fit men are hot, but letting a large chubby guy press me into a mattress while I can't wiggle away is hot.

First anal was safe. Still waiting for my first time taking cock bare...

Best sex I've had was outdoors with an older man, sucking and swallowing both his cum and piss. Wonderfully exciting - the feeling of summer night breeze on my naked skin, and the potential to be caught in action...

Went to a concert last Monday night, then grabbed a drink with a friend before the bars closed. I dropped my friend off at home and felt a bit horned so I parked by a local cruising spot and didn't wander long before I came across a hot older daddy who wanted to play with my cock, then dropped his pants and asked me to cum inside him. Dad flexed his hole around my throbbing boner real good while I slide in and out of him and took a fat much needed punch of sperm inside his guts. Got home around 3AM and crawled in bed with my husband smelling like beer and street hole.

Had a weird experience today , fucked 2 bottoms while out cruising no talk of status ( which is normal) , on the way back to the van he asked me if I was neg and on prep. A little late for that conversation I thought.

There are other dimensions to the problem: for example, the lack of any sort of "guest worker" program where temporary migrant labor could cross to the US, work legitimately (such as for construction season or harvest season or whatever) and then return to their own countries. In fact, we had a "de facto" such system for years, back when we didn't try to lock down the border quite so tight - working age men would leave their families, come to the US, work hard and long for several months, sending home most of their wages, then return home in the off seasons. As long as we winked at the problem, it wasn't really a problem. When we locked down the border and also refused to create a guest worker program - something that has been part of every serious immigration reform package since I was a teen - we created the problems we have today. Migrant workers aren't willing to keep risking border crossings twice a year or more; if they make it, they stay, because they know they may not make it again. And because they're not going back, it incentivizes them to bring their families here, too (because no one, understandably, wants to be separated permanently from his loved ones).

Took 2 loads from 2 different strangers last night and it was amazing. Wife was sleeping in the house while i was getting my ass loaded in my garage. Threw out my bait on Sniffies BBRT and NPK. Sniffies delivered. Both cocks flooded my hole after i sucked them off, good size loads. 2nd guy eventually put me on my back on my concrete garage floor and pounded the shit out of me with his 7.5" uncut black cock. my back is messed up today but my ass is happy 🙂 Did atm on their cocks after loading me up clean them off and get the last of the cum in their shaft.

I discuss it to be honest. I tell them my status and if the other isn't into it and runs, I assume they'd been a shit fuck...but in a weird way I like being refused sometimes. If the other is neg and into fucking a poz guy like myself, that also turns me on as well. I like hooking up with the risk takers as I was once one myself.

I'm a loud, verbal breeding Daddy. I grunt and moan when I'm inside my boy. I tell him what I want him to do - push back harder, grip my shaft. I tell him "I'm getting close" and I tell him "I'm gunna breed ya", then when I'm shootin I tell him "I'm cummin in your ass". I grunt loud when I'm shooting seed so the whole fukkin street knows. Men should be noisy when they fuck!

Part 12 We got to the club just after 11pm and it was already very busy. The club goes on to the early hours of the morning, but they shut the doors at midnight and you can't get in after that time. When we arrived, there was a queue at the door and we joined it. Lewis was quite quiet, but I could tell that Neil was excited. Neil had told me earlier that Lewis had heard us fucking in the bathroom of his room the other night and had asked Neil about it. Neil had told him we had been fucking for a while now and had told Lewis how much he enjoyed fucking me up the arse. Lewis had hinted that he wouldn't mind trying it and when Neil had told him we were going to a gay club that night, Lewis had asked if he could come too. I had discovered this bar on my previous visit to Berlin, and knew that it had a very busy darkroom and a fairly active toilet. I'm not usually a fan of taking straight people to gay venues, like it's some kind of show, but I knew that Neil was genuinely interested in going to the club and that Lewis was genuinely curious. I also knew that both of them had already had quite a lot to drink and I thought that, after a few more drinks in the club, it was quite likely that one or both of them would end up with their pants down. At my request, Neil had told Lewis that I was HIV positive and had explained that it was likely that a lot of the other guys in the club would be positive too. I knew that Neil hated condoms and rarely used them but I had suggested he bring some in case either he or Lewis wanted to join in the action. I didn't know whether he had or not, though. In the queue I got talking to a couple of young lads from the north of England, who looked to be in their mid 20s. One of them was dark and quite tall and the other was smaller and blond. The blond guy explained that they were a couple and had been together for three years. They had started having fun with other guys about a year ago and were looking forward to experiencing a really busy sex club. He explained to me that they never took any risks and always played safe and added "I take it they will have condoms available." I was fairly sure from my last visit that the bar did not have condoms anywhere - a lot of bars in the UK did have condoms available, but I had rarely seen any provided in German bars. They were both good looking lads with really fit arses, and I was fairly sure that, condoms or not, they would prove to be very popular when they got into the club! When we got in we had a drink at the bar and then Neil and Lewis wanted to see the darkroom. The darkroom was already quite busy, with several guys being sucked off and a couple of fit looking lads fucking in the corner. The darkroom had a rail on one side, which guys could bend over to get fucked - and at the other side of the room was a wall with glory holes. A couple of guys were getting sucked through the glory holes, their pants down and their naked arses on display. "Fuck!" said Lewis, looking around him. I noticed a tall guy standing over by the wall and I had a feeling he was cruising me. I cruised him back and a short time later, he pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and began to play with his cock, still looking across at me. His cock was quite impressive and I went over to him, bent over and took his cock into my mouth, enjoying putting on a show for Neil and Lewis. I sucked the guy for a while, then pulled my pants down and began to play with myself as I sucked him, turned on by the fact that both Neil and Lewis now had a perfect view of my naked arse. As I sucked the guy, he reached over and began to finger my arse and it wasn't long before his finger found my arsehole. A short time later I was braced against the wall as the guy pushed his bare cock up me and began to fuck. Neil and Lewis were standing close by and I could see Lewis rubbing his cock through his trousers as he watched me being fucked. The guy fucking me was getting faster and I knew it would not be too long before I took my first load of the night. When he had cum in me, the guy pulled out and another guy who had been watching and wanking close by took over, pushing what felt like a massive cock right up me. He didn't mess about, fucking me hard and fast up against the wall. Neil and Lewis were still watching, and it was Lewis who got his cock out first, wanking as he watched me being fucked and before long Neil had his cock out too and they were standing wanking together. After a while, the guy fucking me pushed me hard against the wall and slammed his cock right up my arse, holding it there as he pumped me full of cum. After that, we went back to the bar and got some more drinks. I could tell that both Neil and Lewis were turned on by what they had witnessed and a short time later we were back in the darkroom and Neil had gone to explore the glory hole wall. One of the holes was vacant and I saw Neil looking through it. Just then the guy next to Neil pulled his cock out of the hole and stuffed it back in his pants. Neil motioned to Lewis to join him and I watched as first Neil then Lewis pulled their pants and trousers down and pushed their cocks through the hole. I was really turned on watching Neil and Lewis getting sucked and I had a quick look at the other side of the wall. Neil was being sucked by a good looking young dark haired guy who looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen and Lewis by a fit looking young Turkish lad. A little way away, the couple I had been talking to in the queue were having a threesome with a older guy with a big cock. They were taking it in turns to suck on it and after a while they all stood up. The two lads seemed to be debating something and I could see that the taller lad was trying to talk his boyfriend into something. I guessed they had discovered by now that no condoms were provided in the bar and the taller lad was trying to persuade his boyfriend to go bareback. As I watched, the blond guy nodded and then turned round, leaning against the wall and pushing his fit young arse out. His boyfriend lubed him up and then the older guy positioned himself behind the blond lad, pulled his cheeks apart, pushed his big bare cock slowly right up his arse and began to fuck him. I could tell that the tall lad was really turned on watching the guy fuck his boyfriend without a condom and I could see that the blond lad was also now beginning to enjoy the fuck. I guessed that neither of them had noticed the biohazard tattoo on the older guy's shoulder. When the guy had pumped his cum into the blond lad, he pulled out and another guy pushed his bare cock up him and began to fuck. I looked over at Neil and Lewis who were both now thrusting their cocks into the gloryholes in front of them and as I watched they high-fived each other and I guessed that they were now both fucking the guys on the other side of the hole. I went and had a look and sure enough both the dark haired young lad and the Turkish guy were backed up to the holes, pants down, as they got fucked by Neil and Lewis. All around us guys were fucking and sucking and I didn't see many condoms - most of the guys were taking it bareback and a lot of them were getting bred - some bent over the rail, others through the gloryholes and yet more guys were just bent over in the dark room. Just then the taller of the two lads from the queue turned round, pulled his pants down and leaned against the wall, pushing his fit arse out next to his boyfriend, who was now being fucked bareback by anyone who wanted to do him. I was very horny now, and I didn't hesitate - I stepped up behind the lad and pushed my cock up his arse. He groaned as I pushed right up him and then I began to fuck. I guessed he was probably the top in the relationship and that he didn't get fucked very often, because his hole was one of the tightest I had ever fucked. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck, especially since I knew that he and his boyfriend had stared the evening genuinely intending to play safe, and it was not long before I fired a nice big toxic load up his arse. I looked over at the gloryholes just as Neil threw his head back in the way that he often does when he is cumming and I guessed that he had just pumped his load into the young dark haired guy on the other side of the glory hole. We went back to the bar again and had a few more drinks. We were all pretty drunk by now and at one point Lewis leaned over and said "I can't believe you still fuck guys without a condom, even though you're HIV positive!" and then added "It's so fucking horny to watch!" A little later I was back in the darkroom taking more cocks up my arse and then I headed to the toilet to take a much needed piss. When I came out the toilet, I realised there was another passage on the other side, which I discovered lead to some cabins with gloryholes. Just then Lewis came towards me, grinning drunkenly. He opened the door to one of the cabins and motioned to me to join him. He closed and locked the door and then turned round to me, pulling me towards him - "Will you suck my cock?" he breathed in my ear. I nodded and and moved down as Lewis pulled his pants down and his hard cock sprang out. I wasted no time in taking it in my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck him. Even if I didn't already know that Lewis had just fucked the Turkish guy, I would have guessed that his cock had just been up someone's arse - but I didn't care, and soon I was going right down on his cock. I sucked Lewis for a while and then another cock came through the gloryhole and Lewis motioned me to suck it, which I did, despite having no idea who was on the other side of the hole. I was really horny again and I stood up, took hold of the anonymous cock and backed my arse on to it. "Oh yes, oh fuck yes!" said Lewis, as I let the guy fuck me through the hole as I went down on Lewis's cock again. The guy on the other side of the wall was fucking me harder now and I guessed he was getting close. "Are you going to let him cum in you?" asked Lewis and I nodded. When the anonymous cock had loaded up my cunt, I pulled off it and turned round. Lewis pushed his finger up my arse. "Fuck!" he said again. I went back down on Lewis's cock as he fingered my arse and then I motioned to him to turn round. He looked at me suspiciously and I told him I wanted to lick his arse. He grinned and, without another word, he turned round and bent over. I had always thought that Lewis had a very fit arse - a big, meaty, rugby player's arse, and now I was seeing it in all its glory. A little to my surprise, Lewis reached round and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his arsehole to me. He groaned as I pushed my tongue up his hole and began to lick him. He was wanking now as I pushed my tongue right into his soon to be married arse. I had no idea if he had ever been rimmed before, but he was certainly getting off on it. After a while, he stopped me and turned round. "I need to fuck you!" he said. I nodded and went to turn round. Lewis grinned drunkenly. "Don't you want to use a condom?" I asked. Lewis looked serious for a moment. "Oh yes, of course, condoms!" he said. Then he grinned again and leaned forward "Fuck condoms!" he said. I turned round and bent over the shelf at the back of the cubicle and then I felt the head of Lewis's cock pushing its way up my arse. I leaned forward and soon he was right up me. Somehow I hadn't expected Lewis to be such a great fuck. He started slowly, pulling his cock right back and then pushing it right up me and then started to fuck me harder. He was a great fuck - probably the best I had that night and he lasted very well, giving me a really good, long hard fuck. Then he told me to get ready and almost immediately began to shoot what felt like a massive load of cum right up me. Lewis pushed up me a few more times and then pulled his cock out my arse. I went down and took it into my mouth and Lewis grinned again. "Neil told me you were a dirty cunt!" he said. I was very horny again now and I was fairly sure I had one more highly toxic load left in me. However, Lewis's mention of Neil made me think we had better to and find him. I realised we had probably been gone for some time and I had not intended to leave Neil on his own for so long. There was no sign of Neil in the bar but I soon found him in the darkroom. His pants were down and he was kissing a black guy and I realised it was the same guy that Neil had fucked in the Tiergarten the night before. I left them to it and went to get a much needed drink. Lewis came with me and when we returned to the darkroom, Neil was sucking the black guy's cock. I had seen Neil briefly suck the guy's cock the night before so I was not that surprised but I heard Lewis saying "Fuck!" as he watched Neil sucking the black guy. Just then the black guy turned Neil round and he leaned over the rail, his arse in the air, as the black guy pulled his cheeks apart and pushed his tongue up Neil's arse. He licked him for a while and then stood up. He began to rub his cock over Neil's arsehole and then he reached into his pocked and pulled out a small sachet of lube. I watched as the black guy fingered some lube into Neil's arse and then said something to him. Neil nodded and leaned forward over the rail as the black guy began to push his cock up Neil's arse. I head Neil groan and I could almost see him gritting his teeth - I wondered if he would be able to take such a big cock up him but a short time later the guy was fully up him and I was watching Neil being fucked for what I was fairly sure was the first time. The fact that he was taking it without a condom despite being married somehow made it even hornier. Lewis was standing next to me and after a few minutes he pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees. Although he had cum just a short time before, Lewis's cock was fully hard and he began to wank as he watched Neil being fucked. I could see that Neil's cock was hard now and he took hold of it and began to play with it as the black guy began to fuck him harder. Lewis and I moved in closer, both wanking and then Neil saw me. "Lee! Lee, mate!," he gasped "I'm doing it.....I'm doing it........ I'm fucking taking it!" Neil leaned forward and kissed me hard and, as he did so, I could feel him being pushed into me as the black guy thrust harder and harder up his arse. He thrust his cock hard up Neil's arse a few more times before pushing right up him and holding his cock there as he threw his head back. It was clear that he had just pumped a load of cum into Neil's married arse. I can honestly say that I never in a million years thought I would get to see Neil's arsehole gaping open with cum sliding out of it, but as the black guy pulled out, I saw the cum running down the back of his balls. Just then Lewis groaned and shot a load of cum out all over Neil's arse and right down his crack. I was close now too, and I moved forward, intending to shoot my load over Neil's arse. And then I did it. I moved forward, pulled Neil's cheeks apart and pushed my cock right up him. Neil looked over his shoulder as I began to fuck him but he didn't resist or pull away. He bent forward as I fucked him hard and fast until I felt myself getting close and then I pumped what felt like a massive, highly toxic load right into his arse.

I’ll up it, my best friend, straight & hot, always crashes in my guest room, usually with whoever he picked up that night. I take his used condoms and squeeze his cum out onto my cock or swallow it. Closes I can get to having sex with him!

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

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@Tommy Tank's stories never fail to get me so horned up! I've jacked off so many loads to this story.

there is naked day at the russian spa there are ladies night at bliss couples night at lido and then there is cumunion this friday

I’ve taken dozens of loads in this jock. Tops seem to love my fat juicy pussy.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

I have not been asked about my status for ages. Most tops fuck me raw. I don't ask them whether they're poz, on meds, take PreP etc. Life has moved on and if you're poz like me you're usually on meds and getting regular check ups for all kinds of STIs. Ironically, fucking a poz guy is probably the best way of avoiding catching something because they take care and monitor their sexual health.

I started playing at a rather young age, and I learned to be silent so as not to draw undue attention... To this day I am rather silent during the act of copulation. But I DO make a point of letting the bottom know when I'm about to cum even if I have said nothing else during the act of copulation...

44 loads overnight at MAL. So far, that's my record. It was heaven! My hole was deliciously gaped and tender and flooded!

sorry for the delay, been super busy with midterms hope y’all enjoy — A few hours later we had just had dinner and I had an intense craving for more cum. I tried to beat my dick so I could eat my own load, but my cock was totally soft and wouldn’t get hard. I then remembered the flesh light in the shower. The bathroom was empty and I went into the shower praying that my father had left a load in it. Getting on my knees I grab the flesh light and held it to my mouth. As I lifted it up the bitter taste of seman hit my tongue. I licked it up viciously trying to get every last drop. Once the flesh light was empty i grabbed the half finished bottle of water I had from dinner, as I drank it I reminded myself to ask dad if he could get new water since all the bottles in the closet had tasted strange. I half thought they were moldy because I always felt weird after drinking them. After finishing the water I was going to change into some pjs but as I opened the drawer the pink thong caught my eyes. I looked at it for a second before getting the sudden urge to put it on. As I slid the thin thong on I felt the string press between my cheeks. The front pouch just covered my flacid cock and balls. I walked to the mirror and began admiring how good my ass looked in the thong. Just then the door opens and my after walks in wearing only a pair of jeans. I can see not only the numerous tattoos covering his hairy body but also his massive nipples rings sticking out of his puffed up nipples. The only thing he had on his upper body was a thick industrial chain around his neck with a large lock on it. “Hey son I’m gonna be heading out to meet some friends. I'll be back in a few hours” he said as I stood mortified. “Oh looks like you found your step dads welcome gift you how’d you like it” he said as he walked up to me pressing his bare chest into me and grabbing my one of my ass Cheeks with his huge rough hand. “Um it’s alright I guess” I mumbled out in horror. “I’d say it’s more than alright on you son” he said with a smirk as he pushed on my buttplug. “I’ll see you in a few hours, don’t have too many guys over while I’m gone” he said with a chuckle. I just stood there for a while mind racing. My dad thought I was some kind of sissy that wears thongs and butt plugs. Hell I am a sissy wearing a thong and a buttplug, but strangely that didn’t bother me, in fact it turned me on. My dad had thought that I was dressing up to get fucked, my ass definitely looked good enough to be. I began mindless playing with the plug again. I couldn’t really be thinking of getting fucked, a few days ago I thought I was completely straight. But when I looked down and saw the stream of precum flowing through my flacid cock and thong I knew I needed to get fucked. I had heard that Grindr was the gay tinder and so I decided to at least check and see who was on there. I took some pictures of myself in the mirror and made my profile. As soon as my profile was set up messages came rolling in from tons of pictureless accounts. I ignored them and tried to find someone I thought was attractive. I soon settled on a large hairy man who claimed to be 6’5. I messaged him and while waiting for a response browsed through the messages I’d already received. Most were bland and basic, one word texts or people begging to suck my cock. One of the messages was different though, it said “I can tell you’re craving cock you stupid whore” Though in all honesty what drew me in more was the picture of a massive 6 in cock with it. “ I think I might be” I responded “Then come get some” and with that he sent his address. Without thinking I threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt and walked out the house. He was only 5 blocks away so it was a short walk over. As I rung the doorbell I realized I had no clue what this guy looked like. But I put the worry out of my mind as I was buzzed in with a deep voice saying “Third floor 2nd door faggot”

Well, there are substantial numbers of both gays & hets buying properties West of Powerline, thus raising prices in that depressed area. If you're not familiar with that area, it is substantially inhabited by minorities, probably not well-paid, and not considered a "safe" area. The (formerly) more affordable areas (for instance, the 'hood West of where Cubby Hole used to be) has all been torn down, with new mid-rise condo's everywhere, and it's adjacent to Federal Highway, which runs directly into downtown. There are 4 gay households in my little 'hood that have sold, and the guys moved to Asheville. Also, there have been "investors" buying up properties around here to turn into Air B&B's, along with short-term rentals. When ownership by residents in the area diminishes, and absentee-ownership increases, the "neighborly" quotient tends to dissolve too, When long-term owners/residents begin leaving, and rentals increase, it seems that renters come and go so quickly, it's hardly worth the time it takes to cultivate new neighbors. All that said, demographics never remain static (except in rather wealthy areas); so it's either buckle up and sit it out or try to figure out something else and just start over - again.

This seems to be a recurring theme in this thread. May I know exactly what the problem is and why it annoys you? Serious question. I don't intend to troll nor be disrespectful of your viewpoint. In fact, when I was younger, in my early 20s, I had the same opinion of white men fetishizing BBC. Now I don't. Also, as a black man, would there be a problem if I fetishized let's say Asian men? Or is this type of behavior only inappropriate for white men? Lastly, I almost always include the race/ethnic background when sharing detailed sexual encounters with others. I find it normal among gay men, especially for those of us who have been with multiple men from various cultural backgrounds. Its kinda like sharing stamps in our whore filled passport books.

“No one I went to high school would’ve guessed that shy little Adam would’ve gone away to college and in three months be shaking his booty at hotel staff on his way to turn a trick for money.” This part made laugh, it was really cute!

Keep the fire burning guys. Here is Australia, i'm truly lucky. Have most of the market to myself. Love breeding white guys, and yes, most guys just become addicted. Currently i have 35 regulars, mostly white, incl 11 married guys (all white). One of the married guys just lives down the road, met him at a nearby cruising spot. He pretends to be walking the dog yet he comes over to get my load at least 3 times a week. I fuck all my guys raw (as should be) and maintain a strict "no questions asked" policy. No one ever does anyway, they are all grateful to be on my roster and getting what they crave the most. Oh and i never pull out, i have to pump my DNA deep inside your guts.

6. Greg I was thankful that Nate still had an arms around me. I might have stopped shaking, but I was still feeling a bit weak. I was starting to worry that I had bit off more than I could chew: each time Uncle Nate had fucked me, it had been rougher and more intense than the time before. This time around, I was on the edge of tears; his cock was so hard, so deep, and so rough inside of me. And then he said that he wasn't sure if he could have stopped if I had asked. I never had any doubt that Nate would protect and take care of me, but when he was fucking me, I had glimpses of something else inside of him, something animal and uncontrollable. It wasn't my Uncle Nathan. It was something much darker and evil. I worried what would happen if that beast was ever completely unchained. He was nibbling gently on my ear, his rough goatee against my cheek. "You doing ok, boy?" he asked gently. "Yeah, I am" I replied. I gave him a hug, and felt calm for the first time in a while. "Wait here," he said. He went back to the truck, and grabbed something from the seat. When he came back, I saw it was the buttplug. "You going to be able to take it, boy?" he asked me. I still wanted to impress my Uncle Nate. I wanted him to like and respect me as an adult and no longer see me as just a child. He had given me a challenge. There was no way I was going to back down. "Of course, Uncle. I'll take it." "I know you can," he said. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on the buttplug. I leaned back against the gas pump, and he dribbled a bit of lube along my ass crack. The cold liquid felt good against my tired and sore hole. "Deep breath," Nate said, pressing the tip of the buttplug against my hole. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the penetration. "Breath out, boy." I exhaled slowly, and as I did, Nate pressed the plug into me. As the fattest part stretched my hole open, I gasped, but then he slid it all the way in. It felt right to have my ass filled again. Nate rubbed his finger around my hole where the stem came out, relaxing me. "Good work, boy," he said. I heard a few clicks of the phone's camera. "I knew you could do it." Once in place, the buttplug didn't feel that bad. I definitely knew it was inside me, a constant heavy sensation, but without the constant in and out movement of being fucked, I was able to get used to it, accommodate it, and almost enjoy it. I worried about the evening. I knew Nathan was going to want to fuck me again, and I hoped I wasn't too sore for him. My ass may have been raw and tender, but it also had another warm load of deadly jizz marinating in it. "You're still hard, boy," Nate said. "I know. It's the feeling of your load in my hole." I started to play with my cock. I hadn't gotten off in nearly a day but had been fucked several times. I was starting to crawl up the walls, needing some relief, needing to drain my balls. "Not yet, Greg," Uncle Nate said. "It's not your turn." In the distance, we could hear a tractor trailer coming closer. "You want to get in the SUV?" he asked me. I was still mostly naked; the plug was a heavy presence in my body, but it didn't provide any coverage of my body. I went to the SUV, and started to get in. "You can put on your shorts, if you want," Nate said. "I've gotten my pleasure." He laughed at how selfish he sounded. I decided to take him up on his offer, especially as I saw the truck round the bend with several cars following it. I pulled on my shorts and got into the Range Rover. "Ready, Uncle," I said. Nathan stayed in the parking lot, looking around on the ground for a minute or two. I wondered if he lost something, but before I could ask, he bent over, picked up a tan rock, and got into the driver's seat. "What's that for?" I asked as he started the engine. "You'll see. Something I try to do whenever I'm traveling." I found the remaining joint and lit it up. "Want some?" I asked. "Definitely," Nate said. I took a long drag as Nate peeled out of the gas station and onto the lonely road. I handed him the joint. He took a few puffs, then handed it back to me. "Very nice," he said. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "I'm good. It's starting to hit me." I took another drag from the joint. "The weed?" "Yeah." "I meant after the last few fucks. They were pretty intense." "Oh, that." I handed the joint back. "Yeah. It's like every time you fuck me, your cock gets a little thicker, a little longer. And it can get just a bit deeper into me." "Thanks. But it's always the same size. Maybe it's you. You're getting used to me, opening up to me, and letting me in to your body." "But," I paused; I was glad the weed was starting to kick in. I didn't know how to say this without him maybe getting angry with me. But the weed made it easier. "I think I know you pretty well. The first time we fucked, you were definitely fucking me." I paused again, trying to find the right words. "Yes?" Nate gently prompted me as he handed back the joint. "But the last two times..." I did another puff from the joint. "Especially at the end, it was like someone else was fucking me. It wasn't you, Uncle Nate. It was someone harder. Someone harder. Someone who didn't care as much." "Yeah, I'm sorry." Nathan was quiet for a moment. "I can't always control it." He motioned for the joint. "What do you mean?" He took a puff, and held it. He was thinking. He exhaled, then continued to speak. "The virus. It gets into your brain. It can change you." "Really?" I was starting to get nervous. I was still learning about the path I had started down, still learning about what I wanted to become. "What does it do to you?" "The virus only cares to survive: to infect someone else. It's like it knows it's going to eventually kill me. And to live, it needs to find a new victim. Many victims." He did another puff, then handed it back to you. "I've been trying to control it, but when I'm erect, dripping pre-cum, lost in the pleasure of a warm, raw hole, the virus comes out. The monster takes over. It needs to breed you." He paused. "I can't always control it. I'm sorry." I did one last puff from the spent joint. "Don't be sorry. This is what I wanted, and I'm happy to give my hole to your virus, my body to your virus, and now my brain to your virus. To Alan's virus. And to all the men before you and him. To let it live on in me." As I said that, my cock started to throb. "Fuck, Greg, that's twisted," Nathan said. "But hot." I looked over at him, and one hand was on his crotch, rubbing his cock through his shorts. "And you're going to share it with all the boys at college, as well?" "Damn right, Uncle. You said it needs to live. And maybe I'll share it with some of the girls too." He was quiet for a moment, but he didn't stop rubbing his cock. "It's not going to be easy after you convert, you know. There's a lot more to worry about." "How does it feel? What do you worry about?" A week ago, it would have been awkward to ask the question. But there was a new intimacy between us, a combination of the shared time together, the weed, and, of course, that I was incubating his sperm in my ass. And we both knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I'd know first hand. "In general? When I'm sick? When I'm fucking Jason raw? When some boy on the internet asks me to breed him?" "All of it, I guess." "Most of the time, I don't notice it. Or even think about it. It's not something that I worry about a lot. Daily basis, the only time I really think about it is each night when I take my meds - or when I'm fucking a guy." "And when you're fucking a guy?" "It's a feeling of power, of control, of sheer masculinity." He paused, staring out at the road. "I'm gay. I know that. I've always known that. I'm not the kind of guy who will adopt children. But I can still get a guy pregnant with my sperm." He ran his finger over his tattoo, just barely sticking out from under his shorts. "I love knowing that my cock can change a man's life forever. And that he will jerk off thinking about it for the rest of his life." "That's what I want, Uncle Nate." He stared at me, looking me up and down. I knew he noticed how my cock was straining against my shorts, how hard it was. "I hope you're really sure. This is forever, you know. It's not something you start when you're horny, and then think better of once you've shot. It never goes away." "I've been thinking about this for months, Uncle Nate. Imagining it, jerking off to it, dreaming about it even after I shot my load." I remember the first time I saw "Infectious Fun." I had seen the description of it even before I downloaded it, and my cock had immediately gotten hard. Hot men. Unsafe sex. Breeding. Then I watched it. I lost my first load the moment I saw Jason's cock sliding into Ben's hole. I had barely touched myself. Even as the cum was dribbling down my chest, I knew I wanted it. I knew I wanted to get pozzed. "I decided right after shooting a load. I was watching 'Infectious Fun'. Jason had just slid his cock into Ben, and I lost it." "I believe you. I just want to make sure. You're one of the few men that I have loved that have wanted it." "Other men?" I asked. "The big one. Jason. I knew what he meant to me by the first weekend we were together. He said that he loved me in the middle of fucking, and I shot right then." He turned to me, and continued "You know that Ben didn't know he was getting pozzed, didn't you?" "He didn't? He kept on saying he wanted it. How could he not know what he was getting into?" "I'm still not sure. He was pretty naive - and he was partying as well. There's some footage where he finally realizes what's happened to him." "Fuck, there is?" I asked. "What's it like?" "It's intense and weird. He's crying, talking about how his life is over...but he's hard as a rock and jerking off at the same time. At the end, he's got tears running down his face as he shoots a huge load all over his chest. I can send it to you, if you want." "Please. Why didn't you put it in the movie?" "There's some things we just can't put in a commercial movie. Some things that are too intense, too personal. That was one of them." As he was saying that, Nathan's phone rang. He looked at it, and turned to me. "It's Jason. D o you want me to tell him?" Telling Nathan's husband was another bridge I had to cross. I been with Nathan for so many days and gotten so comfortable that I had nearly forgotten that there was an outside world. We had stopped for food, for gas, to piss, but those were outside of our world of sex, sweat, sperm, and viruses. I knew that one day soon, I'd meet Jason, that I would beg to take his cock up my ass, and get his toxic load. Now, all of a sudden, that day was tomorrow. Not some distant ideal, but tomorrow. It would be easier for Nathan to explain, but I knew I had to do it. I had to ask Jason personally to breed me, just as I asked Nathan. "I need to do it myself. In person," I said. "Good," Nathan said, "That's the right thing." He answered the phone "Hey boo-boo. How's it going?" I couldn't hear Jason's side of the conversation but it was pretty straight forward, discussing when we would be getting in and how the trip was going. Nathan didn't say anything about what we had started and what I needed so badly. He deflected Jason's question with humor. "Yeah, we're having a good time. Getting drunk, banging chicks, smoking weed, holding up convenience stores. The normal road trip stuff." I laughed. "Love you too. Miss you," Nathan said, as he hung up the phone. Turning to me, "I'm glad you want to tell him in person. And by the way, that was an incredibly brave thing you did with me, telling me. I'm proud of you for it." "Thanks," I said, "That means a lot for me." "Sure." Nathan looked in the back of the Range Rover, stuffed full of my things. He changed the topic, our sudden intimacy awkward. "You think you have everything you need?" I followed his lead. It had veered into difficult territory. Nathan was somewhere between my father and a boyfriend, and I was glad to be talking about school and what classes I was going to take. Not just the raw emotion, but my cock had been throbbing, and any more discussion of sex, HIV, or us would mean I'd have to jerk off. Soon, we were in Arizona. "Want to stop for the night?" Nathan asked. "We'll have only a few hours to drive tomorrow, and and maybe miss the worst of the traffic before getting home tomorrow night." "Sure," I said. The sun was starting to go down, and I could see some lights ahead of us. "Maybe there?" "Sounds good." Nathan pulled into a non-descript motel, and got a room. We carried our travel bags into the room, and started to settle. "Now," Nathan asked, "Can I finally get a shower?" I took off my tank-top. I knew I was just as sweaty and grimy as Nathan. "Not quite yet. You still need to do one more thing." "What's that?" Nathan asked me. I stepped out of my shorts and stood naked in front of Nathan. "Fuckin' breed another load of your charged-up HIV-sperm into my hole." "Damn boy, what's this? Fifth load in twenty four hours? You're a hungry young man." "You know it," I said, "I'm in heat now." He threw his shirt into one of the chairs. "Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Bend over the bed there, boy." He took off his shorts. He might have been protesting, but his cock was already hard. I bent over the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air. Nathan grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and found the lube and poppers. He gave me the poppers. "Do a hit boy. I need to get this buttplug out of you first." I huffed from the brown bottle. Nathan's breath was hot on my ass, as he slowly twisted the buttplug around in my hole and started to pull it out of me. Even with the poppers, I gasped a bit as the fat plug stretched my hole open. "You ok boy?" he asked me. "Yeah, just a bit sore," I said. Nathan poured more lube on my hole. "Take another huff boy" he said. I did so, and right as the poppers hit, he pulled out the buttplug. It hurt a bit, but as my ass relaxed a bit. I found the pleasure in the pain. "Ready for the real thing?" "Oh yeah. I've been ready for hours. Give it to me." Nathan's cockhead was already pressed up against my hole, ready to penetrate me. He poured even more lube on my hole, then pressed in. As Nathan entered me, I realized just how raw and sore my hole had gotten. I was getting fucked for the fifth time in less than a day; before this trip, I had been fucked maybe five times. Now, I could feel each millimeter of his cockhead as it opened me up and penetrated my hole. I must have gasped as his head popped into me. "You ok boy?" he asked me, once more. "Yeah," I said, clenching my teeth. "I can do this." His cock slid a little deeper into me. I was glad that Nathan couldn't see me, because I knew I was wincing in pain. I was more than just a bit sore, but I didn't want to disappoint Uncle Nate. "Oh fuck, give me a second?" I asked Nathan. "Too sore, boy?" "No, I can do it" I lied. "Don't push yourself," he said, pulling his cock out of me. "You're still a novice at this. And tomorrow, you'll be taking Jason's cock as well." He rubbed his hard cock against my crack. Even that was a little painful. "But God, I want your jizz inside of me, Uncle," I said. It was hard to tell which sounded worse: having Nathan fuck me or not getting Nathan's load. "I didn't say you weren't getting my load tonight. Just not the way you expected." He wandered to the bathroom. "You can stand up, if you want," he said. In the bathroom, I heard him going through one of his bags. "Got the tools here," he said, and walked back to the bed. He was carrying two things, a shot glass, and what looked like a syringe, only without the needle. "What is that? What are you going to do to me?" I asked. "You'll see soon enough." He pushed me down to the bed. "Now, tell me one of your fantasies about breeding a guy at school." He was standing in front of me, his cock sticking out straight, glistening from the lube, pre-cum, and my ass juices. "Huh?" I wasn't sure what was going on. "Just start telling me one of your fantasies. Don't worry about it." "I guess I'd be going to a professor's office. It would be almost at the end of his office hours. He'd look up at me, and say, 'Ahh. Greg. So glad you came. I've been wanting to talk to you about something.'" Nathan knelt down in front of me, right between my legs. "Go on, boy," he told me. "I ask him what it is, and he goes to his computer, typing some stuff. Then he turns the screen to me." Nathan grabbed my cock, and started to stroke it a bit. "'This you?'" he asks me. I t's me, my profile from an online site. The headline reads 'I'm looking to give hot daddies what they need.'" "What do you tell him?" Nathan asked me. "I tell him it's me. 'So, Greg, we need to talk about what you need, not me' the professor replies. 'You're not doing very well, and you need at least 15 points of extra credit just to get a B," he tells me." Nathan leaned in, and took my cockhead in his warm mouth. "Fuck, Uncle, that feels good," I said. He stopped sucking me just long enough to reply. "You going to give me your load tonight, boy?" He was working his way down my shaft, taking my hard cock into his mouth. "If you keep that up, Uncle Nate, I will." I couldn't believe that Nathan was going down on me again. This time, he even begged to swallow my jizz. "It's so fucking hot, you sucking me off." He went all the way down my shaft, his nose deep in my pubic hair. I couldn't tell what felt better: his cock buried in my ass, or my cock deep in his throat. The only thing that made the decision easier was knowing that I'd get a load of his poz cum when he was fucking me. Once we had converted me, it would be a hard decision which one I'd like better. Of course, then there would be option to fuck him, but, for now, there was Uncle Nate sucking me off. Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from the bed. He pulled off my shaft just long enough to do a hit, then handed me the bottle. "Do a huff. It's how cocksucking was meant to be experienced," he said. While he swallowed my cock again, I held the brown bottle under my nose and did a long hit. I put the cap back on, waiting for the poppers to take effect. I knew they had already gotten to Nathan. He had grabbed my ass, and was slowly pulling me closer, getting me into his throat. Right as my cockhead slid into his throat, the poppers hit me with warm waves of animal sexuality washing over my body. I turned into the master, the king, the cock-wielding god, and Nathan was my personal cocksucking slave. All he was here for was to worship my cock and make me cum. I grabbed the back of his head, and held him in place. I wanted to feel his throat on my dickhead and wanted him know that I was in control here. With the poppers running through our bodies we both knew our roles. I stood up, getting off the bed, still holding onto Nathan's head. Even as we changed positions he kept my manhood in his mouth, where it belonged. He was now and always my personal cocksucker. I held his head, thrusting my cock in and out of his mouth. He didn't protest or try to avoid my shaft; he knew his happiness came from my cock, and that happiness was dependent on him swallowing as much of it as he could. Nathan was stroking his own cock, and I could see that he was dripping pre-cum. He was just as turned on as I was. "Fuck yeah, Uncle, stroke that cock," I grunted out. He grabbed the poppers, and did another hit, then offered the bottle to me. I took it, but waited a moment before doing a hit. I could feel the change in Nathan's pace; he was slowing down again, each stroke longer and deeper. He was learning his way around my cock, and memorizing each vein and ridge. Soon he would know exactly how to pleasure me completely. "Suck me off," I said, grabbing his hand that he was jerking off with. "Me," I repeated, as I placed his hand on my waist. I knew I was being selfish, but I didn't care. He had gotten enough of my ass. Now it was my turn for pleasure. "Yes, boy," he choked out, both hands now on my ass, pulling me into his mouth. "Please. Feed me," he continued, begging me to fuck his face and fill his mouth with my boy cum. Finally, it was time for me to take another hit from the bottle, feeling the warmth engulf my body again. As I was huffing, Nathan swallowed my entire cock. It was an amazing sight seeing him impaled on my cock. Here was a muscular, hairy daddy stud on his knees. He was not just letting me fill his throat with my throbbing young cock, he was begging me to do it. After I did my hit, I held the bottle of poppers under his nose and made him inhale a long hit. I wanted both of us deep in the same drug induced haze of pleasure. As he was inhaling, the poppers hit me. I wanted nothing more than to face-fuck him mercilessly, but I knew I had to restrain myself. Almost an eternity later, Nathan nodded, that he had enough of the poppers. "Take my cock, Uncle. Choke on it," I grunted, grabbing the back of his head and thrusting my cock in and out. Nathan was gasping, for the oxygen his body needed so badly, and for the cock his mind wanted even worse. All I could focus on was the warm wetness of his mouth and the dark depths of his throat. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. "I'm gonna cum, Uncle. I'm gonna fucking shoot my sperm in your mouth." My balls were pulling up tight against my body, getting ready to spew their thick accumulated load. Right as my cock pulled out of his mouth, Nathan said "Give it to me, boy." I shoved it back into his mouth, my cockhead pressing against the back of his throat. I stopped trying to hold off, and let the inevitable happen. My shaft throbbed, and a jet of sperm shot out, landing at the back of his throat. In the heat of the orgasm, I couldn't control my motions, and my hips bucked wildly, forcing my cock in and out of Nate's mouth. The next spurt came right as my dick was sliding out of his mouth, and it landed all over his goatee. The white spooge accented the bits of grey in his dark brown goatee. It looked so hot, I wanted to coat his face with my jizz. Nathan, on the other hand, was hungry for my sperm. He swallowed my cock again, getting the next spurt right down his throat again. "Come on, Uncle, let me cum on your face," I begged him, pulling my cock out again. "Let me cover it." The third spurt landed on his cheek, and started to run down his face. Nathan caught the fourth spurt in his mouth, and for the fifth one, we managed to land it on his tongue. I was getting close to the last one, and pulled it out just soon enough to land the last shot on his goatee again. "Fuck, boy, that was hot," Nathan said. He was still kneeling in front of me, his cock vibrating in arousal. He reached behind me and grabbed the shot glass with one hand, and started to jerk his cock with the other. "I'm gonna shoot soon." He was licking my load off of his goatee, savoring the taste of my sperm. With the hand that wasn't stroking his cock, he put the shot glass right in front of his cock. "Oh fuck," he grunted. "I'm going to cum." He was staring at me, his eyes roaming all over my body. I was examining him just as intently, watching his body shake and spasm as he neared his climax. There was one last spasm, and a jet of cum shot out, which he cleanly caught in the glass. "Ohhh," he moaned, and another spurt landed in the glass. Our eyes were locked on each other. Even though we weren't even touching now, we had a shared understanding and connection. I knew what he was feeling, how he wanted to be inside me, breeding my hole. I wanted his sperm inside of me, and I wished I had been able to to take it, to be there for him. There were another few spurts, and then the shot glass was full of cum. "Not bad, for the third load today," he said, examining the shot glass. Where my sperm on his face had been a brilliant, pure white, this was a creamy yellow. It was far from innocent; even just sitting in the shot glass, it had a malignant, polluted feeling to it. Finally seeing Nathan's cum up close and personal made my ass tingle. Even though I knew it was dirty and dangerous, I still wanted it inside me. "Now, boy, up on the bed. Get on all fours," he told me, smiling. "What?" I asked. We had both cum, and I was eager to shower and find some food. "You heard me. Get on the bed, ass up. I've got no plans to waste this hot poz sperm." I had no idea what Nathan was planning. I was still in the happy afterglow of sex, and was willing to indulge him anything for having gotten me off. As instructed, I got onto the bed and put my butt up in the air. Nathan stood behind me and spread my cheeks apart. As the cool air hit my hole, I felt exposed and vulnerable. He ran a finger around my hole. There was just enough lube still there to let his finger glide smoothly. A tingle of excitement ran up my body from his touch, but it was hard not to be a bit nervous at the same time. I couldn't stop thinking about the glass filled with his dirty cum. I knew it was going to go in me, and I was powerless to stop it. Even worse, I didn't want to stop the deadly fluid from entering me. "Relax boy, I know what I'm doing," Nathan said, reading my emotions. I didn't say anything. Nathan picked up the syringe that was lying next to me. He worked behind me, where I couldn't see what he was doing. From the sounds, I guessed he was filling it with the sperm he had collected in the shot glass. "As I said, I don't want my poisonous cum to go to waste," he said. "This is just like artificial insemination. We're still trying get you knocked up, only with HIV. I'm going put the syringe into your ass, then inject my cum into you. Got it? "Yeah, I do," I said. I was suddenly trying to understand my desire to get infected. I was in the middle of fluid exchange distilled down to its barest essence: a plastic tube, and Nathan's rapidly cooling jizz. Was I wanting to get infected? Or was the infection just a by-product of my need for the connection that could only come from unprotected sex between two men? Even knowing it was Uncle Nate's sperm, even knowing he had gotten off worshiping my cock, it was scary. It was more an impersonal medical procedure, clinical, heartless and cold. "I'm going to insert the syringe into you now. I want you to hold it in place. You think you can do this for me, boy?" I nodded my agreement, still struggling with my decisions. I knew letting Nathan fuck me raw was dangerous, and up until now, I had been able to convince myself that it was a need to be infected, but now, I was questioning that. I didn't want the narrow, cold plastic tube inside of me; I wanted Nathan's warm, hard, loving cock filling me up. Amazingly, Nathan seemed to understand my struggle. He knelt beside me on the bed, pressing his body against mine. "This is a lot harder than just having sex, isn't it?" he asked. As I nodded, he pressed the tip of the syringe against my hole. "I know. There's no connection. But you're going to feel better once my semen is inside you." He pressed the tube into me. It was small enough that I barely felt it slide in, a marked contrast to Nathan's thick tube. "It's all the way in," he said, "and I'm pressing the plunger now." Unlike an orgasm, I couldn't feel the liquid being pumped into me, but yet, I still knew that it had been injected into my body. My anxiety was suddenly reduced and I felt calmer, more at peace. "Good?" Nathan asked. "Yeah. I am," I said. It was a much more mechanical way of getting the virus-laden fluid inside of my body, but the end validated the means. With it inside me, I started to get up, wanting to be closer to Nathan. "Don't get up quite yet, Greg," Nathan said, pushing me back down. "You got just five millimeters there, and I think there's still more for you." He pulled the syringe out of me, and put it back into the shot glass. I heard the sucking sound as he got every last drop of his cum out of the glass. "Nine milliliters total. You're a lucky boy tonight," he said. He slid the syringe back into my hole. This time, its path had been lubricated by the jizz already inside of me, and the insertion was easier. Nathan pressed down on the plunger, and injected the last of his load into me. "You going to hold it in there for me boy? Let it take root?" "Yes, Uncle Nate" I said. Nathan pulled the syringe out, and rubbed his finger around my hole. "Just getting your ass to close up some. I don't want you to loose a drop." He grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. He still had my sperm on his face and goatee, but he didn't seem to care about it. It looked fucking amazing on him. "Getting a load injected like that can be strange, especially the first time" he said, between short kisses. "It was so impersonal, compared to having your cock inside me." I reached down and grabbed his cock. He was still slightly erect, a little drop of cum right at the tip. I rubbed my finger in it, then brought it to my mouth to savor. My own cock was still semi-hard as well, but I had no immediate need to get off. I was content: I had shot my load, my studly uncle had my cum all over his face, and he was proud to wear it, proud to be marked. Not to mention I had my hot poz uncle's toxic cum in my hole, slowly seeping into my body. "Joint?" I asked him. "Sure. Then shower and food?" he replied. "Sounds good." I rolled off the bed long enough to find the last joint and a lighter. I lit it up, and did a long hit. Nathan relaxed on the bed, adjusting first the pillow, then his cock. We were silent, staring at each other, before I got back onto the bed. I lay down next to him, and passed him the joint. "How much longer are we going to have to do this?" I asked as he slowly took a drag off the joint. He paused a moment, then exhaled. "Why? Are you getting bored of me, bored of fucking already?" Nathan replied. "God no," I said. "I'm not sure I want to give you up at all." As I said that, he pulled me closer, his hairy chest warm against my smooth chest, passed me the joint, and I did a long draw. I motioned for him to shotgun the hit; we locked lips as I forced the smoke into his lungs. "What about Jason? Is he going to like me?" I asked, breaking off the kiss. Nathan exhaled, then spoke. "I know he likes you. When we were planning this trip, he was the one who really wanted us to come home a day early so we could all hang out. He had planned at least three days of activities, but I'm sure he'll just want to do one thing now. Especially after you show him that beautiful hole of yours." I did another hit, then passed the joint back to Nathan. Nathan took another draw from the joint, then turned to face me. "But why did you ask how much longer?" "I meant, how much longer before I get sick?" The weed was starting to hit me. My inhibitions were melting away and I was being more honest, both to myself and to Nathan, about what I wanted. "I don't know," Nathan replied. "It could be days, but it might take longer. Maybe much longer. One boy took a few months." "But, I'm going to be at school in three days." I left it unspoken that I wanted to share this amazing gift he was giving me. "And you want to share your gift?" Nathan said what I had left out. He did another hit from the joint, then handed it back to me. "I'm good for now," he said, indicating the joint. "Yeah, I do. The past few days have been amazing, and I want to be able to share it."