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Not five hours later we were chatting on the hookup app again. When I suggested a 7 p.m. hookup tonight he replied, Red: “So, theoretically if I said yes, what do you see happening.” BB: “Simple. You arrive to find my hard on sticking through the glory hole. We work it into your tight hole, I fuck and breed you.” Red: “Theoretically that all sounds wonderful, but it’s not going to happen.” BB: “Oh, so what is going to happen.” There was a long pause. BB: “Theoretically?” Red: “No question, no theory. I have no need to use your ass, I can now bareback and breed my boyfriend. It would only make sense to come to get my ass bred, but we both know that’s not going to happen.” BB: “I don’t know that” Red: “Well don’t wait for me.” A few minutes to seven I was slipping out of my clothes by the window on the side of the garage. I saw flaming red hair moving along just above the yard fence. When I saw the leprechaun social worker turn into the yard, I quickly placed my ass in the glory hole. I recognized his soft touch on my ass cheek and his Irish lilt. “That you BB?” BB: “You came.” I quickly stood, turned and offered my hardening cock. “You ready to ride this?” Red: “No you idiot. I’m here to fuck and breed you.” BB: “Oh, I’m confused by what you chatted earlier. In fact, I wasn’t expecting you.” I had once again pro-offered my eager ass. Red: “I changed my mind.” BB: “Did you bring a condom?” I couldn’t stop myself from teasing. Red: “Very funny. I want no part of those boner killers.” And he drove in balls deep. I was glad I’d used lots of pre-lube. He didnt ejaculate prematurely this time. In fact, he gave me quite a decent raw fuck before his breathing got erratic and he picked up his pace and strength. He was unloading inside me when two guys came around the back of the garage, Red: “Holy fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” The tall one spoke: “Nope, but looks like we scared the cum out of you. We’re here to make that cum dump behind the glory hole just as happy as you made him just now.” Red, pulled out and for the next ten minutes my ass was worked by these two stranger’s very impressive naked tools. They didn’t stick around when they had both added their contribution to the cum soup in my ass. Red: “You just let two total strangers raw fuck and breed your ass? Are you crazy?” BB: “You stayed to watch! Good for you. Remember, ‘raw is the law.’” Red: “Get your cock out here.” I did as asked and his mouth sucked me in deep. I was already semi hard and within no time hard as fuck. He was soon bent over and directing my ridged head to find his hole. BB: “What are you doing?” Red: “What’s it look and feel like. I’m mounting your pole. I need you to fuck me like they just fucked you.” He was pushing my raw cock in deep. BB: “Are you sure?” I felt a little moral twing but I had warned him not to trust strangers. And he hadn’t asked. Red: “Fuck yeah. That feels amazing, Fuck me already.” I fucked him for five minutes turned on by the knowledge of how much toxic precum I was lubing his ass with. He just begged for more, faster, harder. I gave him what he wanted quite prepared to pull out when he got around to the crucial question of my status. If didn’t cum up, he never asked. BB: “Isn’t there a question you’re forgetting?” Red: “The only question I can think of is what’s stopping you from creaming my cum virgin ass?” BB: “Well beg for it, and it’s all yours.” Red: “Flood me BB. Fill me to the brim!” BB: “Fuck yeh, knockin ya up! Take my dirty load Red.” It seemed he didn’t hear me as he grabbed my ass and pulled me in tight so every drop of toxic cum was pushed deep inside. Red: “Fuck man. That was amazing. Wow, I can hardly believe I’ve taken my first load up the ass. Thank you, thank you . …. And what did you mean ‘dirty load’?” BB: “I just knocked you up mate. My cum is highly toxic, and your ass got ripped up by the look of the pink liquid around your hole.” Red in shock; “But why didn’t you tell me? How could you do this? That’s so fuckin sick.” BB: “I told you in our chats not to trust strangers. I told you to ask before you took a raw cock up your ass. I told you trusting was not a good idea.” Red, with anger: “Would you have told me if I’d asked before you shoved in so rough.” BB: “You mounted me roughly, that’s all on you. And yes, I would have told you and respected your choice. Just like I respected your choice to not ask. And then your choice to beg for my load.” At this moment three guys arrived. The big bear spoke; “You guys gonna keep chatting? Or can we get off in this cum dump?” For the next 15 minutes I was too busy taking their cocks and cum up my ass to even think about the social worker. As they were leaving, I was surprised to hear the Irish lilt. Red: “So, you’re telling me my first load in the ass is a highly toxic poz load?” BB: “Yup, that’s the long and short of it.” Red: “And you knew I’m not on PreP?” BB: “Yup, wasn’t my job to question.” Red: “Then I have another question for you.” BB: “Ask away, anything you want.” Red: “Can you give me another infected load? If I’m going to the clinic for follow up tomorrow, I may as well have a good reason.” He was bent over and my raw poz cock was fucking him silly for the next half hour. A crowd of six guys had gathered by the time I loaded him up for the second time. They clapped and one called out. “Great show, but I though we were here to fuck the guy in the glory hole. Not the other way around.” Red: “Well we’ve got a treat for you then don’t we. Two pre-loaded asses for your raw fucking pleasure.” As the fuck-athon went on for the next two hours guys just kept cuming and going. I took another 6 loads up my ass. The leprechaun left with a dozen strangers cum leaking from his formerly virgin hole. And no, he never asked anyone their status before they pushed into him raw. Neither did he ask after they had bred him. For some reason we missed a week on my regular appointment schedule, so it was two weeks before I went to his office. I was anxious to hear how he'd made out at the clinic. The receptionist apologized that I hadn’t been informed of this second cancelation. My assigned social worker, my cute little leprechaun was home ‘sick as a dog’.

1 The beginning TJ, that's my name and several years ago my life took a big turn. In the relationship with my then girlfriend, we experimented regularly. But it wasn't until she asked to try a threesome with an extra man joining us that something changed in me. We had agreed to meet at her apartment and the guest we had chosen together had arrived at the appointed time. We first drank something together to get the nerves down a bit and then my girlfriend put on a porn movie to increase the sexual tension a bit. My girlfriend got all the attention from both the guest and me. The clothes came off and without realizing it I looked at our guest's body in wonder and at my greatest astonishment my cock spontaneously got hard. He had a beautiful body and his dick was also quite nice. Of course I had already seen several cocks in my life, if you are in a wrestling team where the showers are communal you will see something passing by. But I never had anything sexual in mind. Everything was going as expected until one moment when I felt his hand around my hard cock. I was startled for a moment and looked at him with a look of what are you doing now and he said he was bi and thought he had seen in me a look that I wanted him too. I told him this was not the plan and that I was straight but my girlfriend thought it was hot and urged me to kiss him. To make my girlfriend happy and not to ruin the moment I moved my lips closer to his. My girlfriend pushed our mouths together and that's how I kissed another man for the first time in my life. To my great surprise the kiss did not feel strange, on the contrary it tasted like more and I kissed him more fiercely than in the beginning. The kiss was interrupted and I let him continue pulling on my cock while I continued playing with my girlfriend. Suddenly our guest took another step further and I felt his warm moist mouth sliding around my pole, I had no time to react as he pushed me onto my back and sucked firmly on my cock. This really was the best blow job I ever got but in my head this was not right. I wanted to make him stop but I had become too horny and couldn't control my cock and squirted my load into his mouth. Was it shame, or first realization. But when I had filled his mouth with my hot sperm I got up and put my clothes on and left. I said sorry but I can't do this, I don't want this. My girlfriend called out to me to stay but I was already out of the room. I heard our guest say to my girlfriend he may not know himself yet but at least he is bi if he is not gay because I have never seen a straight man get hard and squirt as fast as he does. Not long after the threesome with the guy, my relationship with my girlfriend ended. I struggled to place, process and talk about the experience with my girlfriend. She didn't want to continue with me because I was completely blocked. I threw myself completely into my studies because I was in my last year of pharmacy and still had 2 months to go. But that night kept playing in my head. I had trouble controlling my thoughts and feelings and had absolutely no idea how to proceed. Should I give in to the feeling that was deep inside or try to suppress it completely. I tried to suppress it during the last months of my studies but every time I met a girl it didn't feel the same as before. It frustrated me a lot and for a while I wasn't really a pleasant person to be with. I was easily angry, quickly sought out arguments and as a result I didn't hear my friends anymore because they had grown tired of my behavior. Fortunately, the exams were coming up and I was able to focus on them. I passed with flying colors and received my degree after all those years of hard work. My parents and brother attended the ceremony and were very proud of their oldest son/brother. My brother was 5 years younger and he would now also start his studies so he knew what to do when he saw me receive my diploma. I first took another month of well-deserved vacation before I would start looking for work. The idea of sex with a man was completely in the fridge and I felt like I was back to how I was before. I was dating girls again and it was almost back to the way it used to be. But you hear it, I said almost like before. Deep down inside my subconscious being, something continued to gnaw and a lack remained. One evening when I was alone at my apartment and had just written some application letters I scrolled over some porn sites to relieve some of the pressure from my tense balls and without thinking about it I had chosen a movie of a threesome where there were 2 bi men participating. The horny images came on the screen and I was playing with my cock. My imagination began to run wild again and got the feeling of that guy's warm moist mouth again. The images on the screen no longer mattered as I closed my eyes and was now completely in my own fantasy and felt my cum running down my hands. My horny feeling sank back as I squirted and what was safe in the fridge had returned to the surface. My thoughts whipped back in all directions. That night I didn't sleep much because I lay there all night thinking about my feelings. The next evening I had arranged to go out with some friends, it was a memorable evening. Because of the mixed feelings I was having, I had completely let myself go and had looked far too deeply into the glass. When I got home, in my intoxicated state, I had turned on my laptop and searched for a gay hookup website. Without really thinking much about it, I had created a profile and posted a job ad. Gender: Male Straight Age : 23 years old Height: 1m 80 tall Weight: 85 kg Body: Muscular Sport: Wrestler Hair: Hairy Dick size: 18 cm long 5 cm thick Role: unknown Experience: none Tell something more about yourself: Straight guy who is looking for himself and wants to know if sex with men is something for me. Who wants to let me experience and learn what it is to have sex with a man. What are you looking for: A man who wants to teach me and who can make me find myself so I won't be stuck with these mixed feelings anymore. TJ hit enter, folded his computer closed and went to sleep. It was around noon when Tj woke up and he opened his computer to see if he had gotten any responses to his application letters. But he saw that the hookup site was still open and so he was confronted with what he had done in his drunken state. At his great surprise, he saw that he had 7 unread messages. Tj's heart pounded in his throat, what was he to do now. He put his hands in front of his eyes and thought for a moment. This might not have been such a bad idea, maybe this way he could really find out what he wants. He looked back at the screen and he read the messages one by one. The first 6 messages were way too direct and he had a feeling those men would not be able to give him what he was looking for. The last message was from Peter. Hello unknown young man. I am Peter Wright, 43 years old, single for a while but a man with a lot of experience. Experience I would like to share with you. If you let me, I would like to introduce you to the world of male sex. Send me your picture and what you want to experience and then we can meet. Peter had attached a picture of himself and Tj felt his cock spontaneously get hard. Peter was a big muscular bear, had a muscular chest and matching six-pack. His head was shaved and it looked great on him. TJ thought for a moment whether he would answer but he felt he had to do this. Hi Peter, I'm TJ, thanks for your message back. I'll be honest, last night in a drunken stupor I made this profile and was just now shocked at what I did. However, what my profile says is how I feel. I got a blow job a few months back during a threesome with my girlfriend from the guy we had agreed to meet with, my relationship with my girlfriend broke up after that because I don't know what to do with my feelings. What I want to experience, to be honest. I don't know, I don't know if I will really be able to meet up with a guy and have sex with him, I don't know how far I want to go into it but I do know that I want these feelings out of my system and I also know to get rid of these feelings that I will have to do something. So you will have to help me and I think I will indicate at the time how far I can go. Tj attached some more pictures of himself and with a trembling hand he pressed send. That same evening he received a reply back. TJ, I understand you, if you feel like it, you can come by my place. We can have a drink together and see how it goes. By the way, you look very nice. Should it turn out that you would fall for men, you would definitely be well in the market 😉 Peter had also given his nr so they could chat faster with each other through Whatsapp Tj read the message and he felt a warm glow come over him. This felt good. He could definitely do this because there were no strings attached. He took out his cell phone and put in Peter's number and immediately sent him a Whatsapp Peter, I think it's best we meet as soon as possible then so I don't have to think about it too long. Can you make it tomorrow night? Hi Tj, I wasn't expecting you so soon. Tomorrow night I already have plans can you do Saturday night? TJ: yes Saturday is good for me P: ok fine. P: I'll send you the address then. P: not to put any pressure on you but make sure you are internally clean, you never know where we will end up. Tj: internally clean? What do you mean? P: yes you are still unfamiliar with everything that comes with it, I'll forward you a link with what I mean. Tj was forwarded the link and started to get a little cold feet. Peter had just asked him to rinse his ass, that meant he might want to fuck. TJ: I will rinse but do not know if I am ready for this yet. P: yes I know but you never know where the night will take us is just a precautionary measure TJ: ok then. Tj was already full of excitement on Friday and when it was 6 pm on Saturday he was up with nerves. Would he go to the appointment, was he ready for this. Did he really want this. At 6:15 pm he got a message from Peter. P: hopefully you don't have too many nerves, there's no need for that. You just come for a drink at a friend's place and we'll see what happens. I expect you at 8 pm at the following address. Peter lived 40 min away and the message made TJ calm down again. He stepped into the shower, washed and then began his first rinse. He was still a bit clumsy at it but after a few tries he managed to give his ass a rinse and after a few rinses he was clean. He got dressed he got into his car and without giving it any further thought he drove to Peter's house. Peter lived on a small ranch just outside of town. His house was stand-alone and within a one-mile radius there was not a living soul to be found. Tj's heart pounded in his throat and with clammy and buckling knees he stepped out. A small voice in his head tried to stop him. Are you sure Tj, are you sure you want to go through with this. But TJ persevered, no matter how nervous he was. He needed to know if those feelings he had were real and if he was into men or not. He stepped to the door and wanted to push the bell but it was no longer necessary the door opened. TJ's heart stopped for a moment and he felt a tightness. Peter stood in the doorway and Tj looked with admiration at the big sturdy man standing in front of him. He looked even more imposing and handsome in person than in the pictures. Peter held out his hand. P: Hi TJ, I'm glad you came. Come on in. Tj followed Peter into the living room and they sat down in the sofa. P: are you still in control of your nerves buddy TJ: not at all actually. P: hahaha that's not necessary for anything. Like I said let's talk a bit and we'll see what the evening brings good. TJ felt his body calming down, Peter was as he thought he would be. Sincere and sensitive. TJ: that sounds good to me. P: would you like something to drink, I can't offer you much though. I only have tonic in the house because I haven't been able to go to the store. TJ: yes is good for me. Tj didn't really like tonic it was way too bitter for him but didn't want to disappoint his host. Peter on the other hand was actually not that sincere and sensitive. He was actually just planning to drug Tj, pick his flower and send him back out on the street full of his cum. But Peter was impressed by TJ's appearance. He saw potential in the guy sitting in front of him; instead of dumping TJ after one fuck, he could groom and train him so that he would become the perfect slut, slave and houseboy for him. TJ would be perfect for it. But for that he would have to change his plan. This evening should not be about Peter's pleasure and desires but about TJ's, he should be able to make him desire more. So that he could strike later and take him in. Peter went to the kitchen, the amount of G that he was normally going to administer TJ he halved, so that TJ would get into a light intoxication but not be completely fucked up. P: here buddy TJ accepted the glass of Tonic and took a big swig. P: tell me, how exactly is it that you are suddenly looking for male sex. Tj started to carefully tell his story and meanwhile drank his glass empty. After half an hour, he felt himself becoming completely calm and couldn't take his eyes off Peter anymore . Peter noticed that his guest was beginning to come under the influence of the administered G. P: so if I understand correctly you actually want to have sex once and see what it does to you. TJ: yeah something like that yeah. P: and do you feel anything for me. I mean do you see in me the person you want to experience that with. The G was doing its job well because Tj's inhibitions were greatly reduced. TJ: god yes, you look incredibly handsome. P: nice to hear. P: may I sit closer to you. Tj turned red in his face. TJ: yes please. Peter sat down closer P: may I touch you. TJ nodded and bit his lower lip. Peter put his big firm hand on Tj's leg and began to gently move upward. P: if it goes too fast let me know. TJ: ok TJ breathed heavier at feeling the fondling he received from Peter. Peter gently felt TJ's cock and it was bingo, TJ's cock was already hard. He also felt that he TJ was well supplied between his legs. With his other hand he went through TJ's hair and pushed his head closer to him. P: may I kiss you? Tj: hmmm yes Tj had already become fairly turned on by the G and the fondling and opened his mouth. He felt Peter's lips touching his lips and Peter's tongue entering his mouth. Tj moaned slightly with excitement and pleasure. Peter was doing his job thoroughly and well. Like a true gentleman, he made Tj enjoy his first moment with a man. He gently pushed Tj onto his back and continued to kiss and caress him. He went under the T-shirt with his hand and sought TJ's nipples. The two were kissing lovingly for at least 10 min when Peter began to pull Tj's T-shirt off. Tj allowed it and helped Peter remove his shirt and then put his hands on Peter's chest and looked at him longingly. He pulled him back toward him so they would kiss again but Peter placed his lips on Tj's muscular chest and began to lick him and play with his beautifully shaped nipples. TJ was completely in the moment and completely surrendered to Peter. He now took off Peter's T-shirt and looked with admiration at the trained and hairless and tattooed body of the man who would teach him what it is to be with a man. Tj could no longer contain himself and kissed Peter's chest and licked his pierced nipples. The game between the two continued for a while until Peter sat up straight. P: everything ok TJ: yeah, I didn't expect it but this is better than I imagined. P: do you want to stop here or do you want to continue. Tj looked longingly at Peter and whispered Tj: continue. I want more. Peter pulled Tj straight P: follow me, we need a better place then. Peter took Tj hand and escorted him to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Peter took hold of Tj and started kissing him back full of desire. Tj startled himself but his hands were looking for the button of Peter's jeans and undid them. Peter did the same to Tj and both men's pants fell to the floor. Peter's hands took hold of the firmly formed bulge in TJ's tight-fitting boxer. TJ broke the kiss closed his eyes and moaned. Peter took hold of his head again and kissed him again. He took hold of Tj's hand and placed it on his firmly padded boxer. Peter took hold of Tj's ass and squeezed both jaws firmly. Tj felt how big Peter's soft cock was and looked at him with big amazed eyes. He had never experienced this feeling of horniness before, he had not expected this at all. Peter pushed Tj onto the bed and lay down on him and began to lick and kiss Tj's body again. Tj took hold of Peter's bald head and thoroughly enjoyed this blissful moment. Peter came to the boxers and kissed Tj's hidden cock and bit the boxers and pulled them down with his teeth. Tj groaned because he knew what was about to happen. His stiff and leaking cock would emerge. Peter saw the moist glans emerge and licked at it with his tongue. Tj breathed more heavily and feeling the tongue and more pre-cum came out of his straining cock. Peter pulled TJ's boxers all the way off and took TJ's cock in his mouth all the way down his throat. Carefully he began to suck him because he knew your boy would probably squirt soon. TJ enjoyed the moment but knew himself that he would squirt soon and he didn't want it to be over already and pulled Peter back up and started kissing him back. P: wasn't it good Tj: oh yeah, it's more than good. So good in fact that I would like to cum spontaneously but don't want it to be over already. Peter heard this gladly, his plan to make the evening only around Tj's pleasure worked. P: ok then, do you want to try it yourself or are you not ready for that yet. Tj: I want to try but can't promise I'll be able to do it P: I understand Peter turned on his back and now TJ came and lay on top of him. They kissed again and then Tj licked his way down. When he got to Peter's boxer shorts he kissed Peter's still hidden cock and then looked deep into his eyes. He pulled down boxer shorts and Peter's monster came out. TJ: oh fuck, this one is huge. Peter laughed. Tj moved closer with his mouth to Peter's cock and smelled the smell of other man's cock for the first time, he didn't expect it but it made him even hornier than he already was. TJ felt Peter's hands lightly grip his head. TJ was enchanted by the giant cock in front of him. Although he was frightened, and all sorts of things were happening in his head he couldn't help but take hold of the cock. He took hold of Peter's cock and began to lightly pull on it. He kissed Peter's lower abdomen, placed the cock against his cheek and sighed deeply. He pulled the cock away and looked at it for a moment. P: you shouldn't do anything if you don't want to huh. TJ: I know but I want to try but don't know how. P: otherwise lick the glans, then place your lips on it. Tj opened his mouth and placed his tongue on Peter's glans. His heart was beating violently now from the excitement and horniness. The first touch of his tongue was liberating and the taste of the pre-cum he tasted was much better than he had imagined. Before long, his lips were kissing Peter's thick mushroom. Peter placed his hands back lovingly on TJ's head. P: Just let it slide into your mouth. You're doing great Tj listened to his mentor and let the hardening cock slide into his mouth. Tj did have to open his mouth fully to get Peter's fat cock in his mouth but it was all worth it because once the cock came into his mouth and he got the full taste of cock in his mouth he was completely sold. He groaned and let the cock slide as deep into his mouth as he could because he wanted more. More of that heavenly taste, more of the blissful rod. He looked longingly at Peter. P: oh fuck, you're a natural. Hmmm Peter let TJ enjoy his blissful cock for a while without saying anything or giving him encouragement. Tj's blowjob technique certainly still needed a lot of work but for a first time this could definitely pass for Peter. He pulled TJ back up and kissed him fiercely. The game between the two continued like this for a while until Peter was sucking Tj again and stopped for a moment. P: did you do what I asked you before you came here. Tj knew what Peter meant and nodded. P: ok then Peter took hold of Tj's lower back and lifted him up and put a pillow under his ass. He pulled the jaws of Tj's ass apart and Peter saw Tj's cherry come out. P: Do you trust me? Tj nodded. That was all Peter needed and he buried his face in Tj's ass and licked his virgin cherry. Tj had never experienced such a blissful feeling. The feeling of a tongue licking his sphincter was the best feeling he had ever experienced and he slammed his two hands against his head and moaned in pleasure. Tj: Oh my god, oh fuck this is heavenly. Peter knew he had Tj where he wanted him and knew the boy would definitely come back. He gently pushed his ring finger against TJ's sphincter, but he immediately realized that it wouldn't work this way. He took the bottle of poppers that was next to the bed and turned it open. P: these are poppers, you have to sniff this through each nostril a few times for as long as you can. It will help you relax your sphincter and it will also make you feel better. You shouldn't be afraid it doesn't work for long. Tj took hold of the bottle and sniffed through each nostril 3 times for as long as he could. He felt his head start to spin and an even hornier feeling came to the surface, handed the bottle back to Peter and then fell backwards on the bed. Peter by now had taken lube and smeared Tj's cherry with lube. He placed his finger back against Tj's flower and the flower opened and let the finger in. Tj was in supreme ecstasy from feeling Peter's finger in his hole. Peter drove the speed a bit and introduced a second finger and let Tj continue to enjoy it. Tj: this is amazing, oh fuck. I want to squirt. I want to squirt! Peter stopped fingering. P: let's cum together. Tj: yeah that's good. P: where do you want me to cum. Tj hesitated for a moment but he was too horny Tj: I want to taste your seed. Peter turned so they were lying in a 69 position P: let's shoot into each other's mouth then okay? Peter could squirt almost on command, so his plan was to squirt himself first into Tj's mouth and then let Tj squirt his seed. Tj took peter's cock in his mouth and started sucking it like mad. P: oh baby I am going to squirt, are you ready. Peter meanwhile took Tj's cock in his mouth and started sucking it too. It did not take long also Tj was going to squirt and Peter made him cum, Tj heard how Peter started panting heavier and faster and he felt how Peter's cock filled his mouth with seed. It excited Tj so much that he too dumped his seed into Peter's mouth. Tj's mouth was still filled with Peter's seed and although it didn't taste bad he didn't know what to do with it and let it spill out of his mouth. Peter had swallowed Tj's seed and watched his seed get lost on the sheets of the bed. He took hold of Tj and kissed him passionately. After they took a breath P: did you enjoy it Tj: it's weird to say but actually yes. P: would you like to come back again for a 2nd round. TJ: I think so TJ put on his clothes and went back home. The following days he sat almost all the time thinking about the moment with Peter, he was amazed at how smoothly everything had gone and he began to realize that he definitely had to be at least bisexual. Peter had left Tj alone for a few days but after the 3rd day he sent a whatsapp anyway. Hey TJ, hopefully you enjoyed your first experience there as much as I did myself. If you still feel like it and if you can you come back Saturday for a 2nd round. When Tj lifted his cell phone and saw that the message was from Peter he got a warm feeling inside. He read the message and sent back. Hey Peter, I'll see you on Saturday. The second date was almost a copy of the first, only with the difference that now Tj was not so tense and he did not cum so fast. Peter had also been able to get him to play with his ass more and by the time Tj went home he could tolerate three fingers in his still virgin ass. What was also different when TJ went home was that he was beginning to have genuine feelings for Peter and Peter realized this. In the days that followed, Peter did not leave Tj alone and sent him loving and sexual messages that made TJ's head spin even more and pushed his feelings toward Peter even further. By that it was Wednesday night TJ himself sent to Peter asking if he could meet again on Saturday. Peter sent back. Hey TJ unfortunately I can't meet up this weekend because I will be away all weekend. But I will be honest with you. What we have now is way too limited for me. I know you're only in the exploratory stage but that's long over for me. I know what I want and that is more than what is happening now. I am a proud gay top who loves to fuck a pussy, I love being able to take a slut/slave in charge and be able to train him and use him at my will. I am a true BDSM master. I understand that you may not be ready for that yet but it is what I want. But I can't deny that I feel nothing for you and would love to introduce you into my world and train you into what you can become because I see a lot of potential in you and I am sure you will love this too. Should you be interested in this I would love to see you again. But please know that you would then have to come and live with me for at least 3 months because training to become a perfect slave and slut does take some time. You would then also have to give yourself completely to me and do and undergo everything I ask of you. What happens after your training I leave completely up to you but know if you still want to stay with me after that you certainly can because again I have gotten feelings for you in this short time. I also want to be open and honest with you. I am HIV positive but take medication and am undetectable so there is definitely no danger to you. I understand this is very much to take in and I don't expect an immediate answer either. Otherwise, let this sink in and then make a decision. I also don't expect any more messages from you this week and you won't get any from me because I don't want to influence you. Know that I am expecting you next week and then you have to make your choice whether to come or not to come. But then also know that we won't see each other again if you don't come. I hope in the meantime that I will see you because I would so love to introduce you to the real world of men's sex. Peter's message hit TJ like a bomb. Training, BDSM, slut, slave, at least 3 months and HIV. The first thing TJ wanted to do was walk away and never think about this again, he was just exploring and hadn't even had anal sex yet. What did he have to throw himself directly into such a fierce adventure. The first few days TJ did not know what to do with himself at all, all sorts of things were going through his mind but by Tuesday night he made up his mind . What did he have to lose, he had no job, his friends he heard very little, his feelings for Peter were real, the unknown he also found very exciting and because of his training in pharmacy he knew better than anyone else that indeed you can be undetectable if you have HIV and then there is no risk, besides there was also such a thing as condoms he thought and what were 3 months in a lifetime. Tj would go for it and he sent to his parents that he would not be reachable for a few months because he wanted to follow a course abroad. With his last savings he paid the rent of his apartment for 4 months and by Saturday he had everything arranged and was ready for his new adventure. As he got ready to leave for Peter the nerves did start to surface he felt his stomach start to contract and again the little voice in his head came wondering if this was the best decision. But again TJ press forward and put his suitcase in the car and left for Peter. When he arrived at Peter's he saw that the front door was already open, he went in and thought he would see Peter but he didn't. He saw that there was a table ready and went to it. On the table Tj saw a filled glass two letters a leather collar with a lock a jockstrap and a blindfold. Tj took hold of the letter and read it. Bye Tj, I'm glad you came. In front of you you see some things lying around. A contract, a collar, jockstrap, blindfold and a filled glass. The glass is filled with tonic and G, G is a drug that you will receive very often in your training and that will make you submissive, willing and horny. Now still you get to choose a penultimate time. You have 3 options. 1 you leave and we never see each other again. 2 you empty the glass and we have a nice evening but then it stops. 3 you empty the glass, put the leather collar around your neck and hang the lock on it and sign the contract. If you choose the 3rd and which I am actually hoping for then this was your penultimate choice made for the next 3 months. The last choice you may then make is for during your training but you will see that then. If you don't leave and choose option 3 then you empty your glass, sign the contract, take off your clothes, put on the collar and lock it. You put on the jockstrap and go upstairs there you wait in the middle of the room on your knees with the blindfold on. When you are upstairs you press the bell and I will come up in twenty minutes. That's how long the G needs to work because I want you willing and submissive. With trembling hand he took the second letter and pen. Contract. I TJ agree to the rules my master will impose on me. I will obey him and do what he asks otherwise he may punish me according to his will. I also give him all decision right to do with me whatever he wants. I am his possession and have no decision right myself for a period of 3 months. Master will train and mold me in the image he has in mind. But will let me return home healthy unless otherwise decided by mutual agreement. Signed TJ TJ felt he was getting tremendously nervous, this was serious. This was no longer child's play but this was for real. He read the contract a few more times and looked again at the items in front of him. Was he really ready for this. He had never smoked before, let alone taken drugs, and to his feeling it would not stop at this one time. He had also never been fucked before, would he be able to handle this. Would he be able to give himself completely to a man. Doubt struck him. He looked at the contract again and pulled himself together and with a trembling hand he signed the contract and gave up his right to decide. From now on Peter would decide what happened to him. When he had signed he felt as if a burden had fallen from his shoulders. He thought the hardest part was behind him. But then he looked at the glass. He would have to drug himself; this was another milestone he had to overcome. But he took the glass placed it to his lips and drank it in 1 gulp. The taste was terrible and he struggled to keep it down. He took off his clothes and put on the jockstrap, also put on the leather collar and clicked the lock shut, he took the blindfold, left everything and went upstairs. Upstairs he saw that there was a door open and entered the room he pressed the bell, closed the door and got down on his knees in the middle of the room and put on the blindfold. He felt his heart racing briskly and felt he was nervous. Nervous for what was to come, for what he would experience and what he would become. Time moved slowly and every minute took an eternity, but as time went on he felt himself getting calmer and hornier. Wanting to be touched, he breathed deeper and heavier. Tj began to touch his body with his hands and began to moan lightly. For a moment he was in his own horny world and everything around him disappeared. His fantasies surfaced and his horniest dreams shot through his mind. Then he heard the door open and his head was grabbed. P: I am glad to see you, you have made me a happy master this evening. You finished your first assignment well and I'm glad you signed the contract and that I get to train you. TJ: thank you peter. I feel so horny. Peter Tj a light tap to the back of his head. P: We do need to make some arrangements first. The most important ones are, do what is asked, never argue, only talk when I tell you to say something and don't refuse. This first time I forgive you because you didn't know the rules yet. If you break them again I will punish you. If you refuse or contradict then the training will stop and you will be outside and from now on you will no longer address me as Peter but as Sir or Master. I will also no longer address you as TJ but in any way I feel like. Did you get that bitch. Tj's head was already rising to the clouds but had understood what Peter had just explained to him the other day. Tj: yes sir. P: ok slut. Then we can start your training.

So I messaged him a few days later. Me: Looks like the weather should be good this week. I would really love to suck your cock in my pool and if possible top you. I love to have guys cum over and sit on the edge of the pool while I suck them off. Him: Sure, I would love to do more but a blowjob is also welcome too. I am versatile and would love to play in the pool. Me: Let’s do 3pm. I will be in the pool already. Just go through the gate on the side of the house. About an hour before 3, I showered and cleaned out just because of habit. While I was soaping up I fondled my cock and found my mind racing with the thought of playing with a unmedicated POZ man. I barely could wash my cock and balls as I got super hard and could feel my cock swelling wanting release. I made it into the pool just before 3pm and floated until I heard the gate open and close. I turned over and swam to the edge to see him walking towards me. His description matched from the website. Wearing a white wifebeater t-shirt and red running shorts, white in his fifties 6' 2'' with his head shaved . He smiled as approached and said “ Hi, my name is Mike.” I smiled back and said “Welcome to my pool Mike, why dont you strip and sit on the edge of the pool.” I watched him take off his shirt and saw that he had a fairly defined chest, with not a lot of body fat I could make out the clear lines of his chest muscles. It being a sign of how toxic he was and how far along he was in his unmedicated journey. He slowly wiggled out of his shorts all the while looking at me directly with that burning desire we all have seen before. As his shorts fell to the ground, his cock sprang out on its own showing he was shaved all over. I could feel my own cock getting harder while feeling my mouth salivating thinking of when it would be able to taste his cock. A few seconds after admiring his 8 inch cock, I then noticed that he had a small biohazard tattoo directly above his cock. I patted the wall next to where I was and he stepped over and sat on the edge of the pool. I moved in between his legs and saw his cock up close and personal. I smiled up towards him and then looked down again to see a drop of POZ pre-cum on the head of his penis. I slowly lowered my tongue and tasted his tip with my mind racing that I was going to taste POZ cum for the very first time. My heart raced as the sweet salty taste hit my brain and I knew I wanted it. Slowly I enveloped his cock into my mouth and took his whole 8 inches in one motion. My nose rubbed against his belly and I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat. I began to rock slowly up and down on his cock as I felt a hand on the back of my head. I sucked his cock for several minutes enjoying feeling the veins and flare of his cock. I could feel his cock getting harder and his head beginning to flare. Just as I thought I would be rewarded with a large load in my mouth he pushed me off and whispered “Not yet.” He slipped into the water and we embraced I could feel both of our hard cocks againist each other as he slipped his hands around my ass and began to massage it.

Thank you for your reasoned response. I will try to break it down for you: As I’ve mentioned before, Most Black people would not have cared if Kamala Harris was black or not. For a lot of black constituents, the main focus was on her work as the district attorney of San Francisco and her policies towards Black people. However, Kamala Harris and her supporters made blackness issue by trying to credential herself as a black person. And when we look at Kamala Harris‘s life, she has no connection to black society out outside of her attending an HBCU and being in a sorority almost 40 years ago. In particular, she has no black men in her life. Therefore, she is not relatable to most black people. It’s not Enough to be exposed to us. And what Donald Trump said was not out of the norm from a lot of the conversations that are being had. That does not mean that people are Trumpers, but again if you’re gonna wear our uniform, we have to check your credentials.

I’d set the precedent, and the leprechaun social worker had gone for the bait, so I started the next appointment the same way. “Have you cheated on that no-good boyfriend of yours yet?” He responded, “Interesting that you asked. I actually haven’t technically physically cheated on him. But I guess I have psychologically and maybe even a little more.” Me: “Interesting. Do tell.” He confessed about the ongoing chat with the guy on Squirt. He clearly didn’t know it was me. He gave the details and blushed at the conclusion of our last chat. Me: “So the thought of breeding the guy gave you a great ejaculation?!” Him: “Fuck yeah, among the best of my life.” Me: “So?” Him: “So what?” Me: “So what are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna hook up with him? Breed his willing ass?” Him: “Fuck!, No! I couldn’t cheat on my boyfriend, at least not go that far.” Me: “Oh, ok.” Him: “Although I can’t stop thinking about having my raw cock in a man’s hole.” Me: “Only thing better is having a man’s raw cock blasting in my hole.” Him: “I can’t imagine that, it must be amazing … no, no, stop putting ideas in my head.” Me: “The idea's already in both your heads. It’s a terrible thing to die curious.” Him: “Fuck man, you’re evil. And I love it. Now get out of my office and get busy collecting loads and stories for your appointment next week.” Before our next online chat I came up with a plan of approach. Me: How you doing Red. (I’d offered this nick name and he’s accepted it. He’d decided to call me BB, for bad boy and barebacker) Red: “Horney as fuckin hell.” BB: “Boyfriend still not giving you cock in the ass?” Red: “That’s for sure. And the more I push to ditch the condoms the more he with holds all sex! He wouldn’t own it, but he’s basically forcing me to cheat on him.” BB: “So did you? Have you?” Red: “Only virtually in our last chat. Fuck man, that was amazing.” BB: “What if I had a plan? You and I meet and you could fuck and breed me for real.” Red: “No fuchin way. That would be going to far. But, theoretically tell me what you were thinking.” BB: “My buddy has a glory hole through the back door of his garage. The outside of this door is completely secluded from his neighbour’s view. I’ve been fucked and bred through it many times, day and night, it’s perfect. We could arrange a time. I’d have my ass up to the hole and away you’d go. Totally anonymous.” Red: “Well, theoretically, when might you suggest?” BB: “Tonight, 10 p.m., it’ll be dark, you might like that better than daytime.” Red: “It’ll be hard to find an excuse to go out that late.” BB: “Earlier then?” Red: “No theoretically I’d do my best.” That’s how it was left. So I had no idea when I stripped in my friend’s garage and backed my bare ass to the glory hole if there was going to be any action that night or not. I had intentionally not drummed up any other fucker’s on the hookup apps to give my leprechaun a chance. I figured I’d give him to 10:20 to show and if nothing I could get busy on the apps then. I approached it like a fun game. 10:17 and I hadn’t heard a stir in my friend’s yard. I was preparing my brain to change strategies when I heard gentle footsteps move up to the glory hole. A hand brushed my bare ass cheek and I recognized Red’s whispered voice. “BB? Is that you?” I altered me voice to remain anonymous to him; “Yup.” One of his fingers explored my hole eventually sliding inside. Red: “You pre lubed.” BB: “Yup” From the next noises I was pretty sure he stripped out of all of his clothes. Then I heard the distinct sound of a condom package opening. BB: “Red, what are you doing?” Red: “I’m suiting up to fuck you. I’m cheating on my good for nothing boyfriend.” BB: “Yeah, but why the condom? I thought you wanted to breed me.” Red: “You told me I could wear one. Just for me you said, nobody else.” BB: “Yeah, but you know from our chat you want to be in a guy raw, your orgasm.” Red: “No, I can’t take that chance. It’s already on and I’m ready to fuck you. Please!” By this point I was so fuckin horned up I relented. The condom burned like hell as he eased it into me. I made him pull out and applied more lube. It was marginally better when he pushed in this time. I was sorry I wasn’t using Vaseline. He began to fuck me, and I soon needed to stop him to add more lube. He entered me again, but I could tell he was starting to go soft. Red: “Damn this never happens at home, but I can’t keep it hard. I think the condom is killing my hardon.” BB: “Then take it off.” Red: “I couldn’t do that. My boyfriend would never forgive me.” BB: “Do you plan to tell him you’ve cheated on him? Your cocks already fucked me, a stranger.” I heard the condom snap off. Red: “You do have a point.” BB: “Just rub the raw head of your cock on my hole. See if that gets it excited.” He followed my instructions. Red: “Mmmmm, that feels good. Fuck, I’m getting hard already. ” BB: “Yeah, I can tell.” Red: “OK, I’m just going to put the tip in, no more, ok?” BB: “Go for it.” His swollen mushroom head popped in and felt amazing. I relaxed my ass, and it sucked his gorgeous cock in balls deep. He went into instant orgasm and painted my gut walls. 7 blasts! Red: “Fuck, fuck, fuck! You tricked me! Oh my God. That was the best orgasm. I’m so fuckin high right now. I don’t know if it’s the cheating, or raw fucking you, or seeding your ass … probably all three.” He was totally breathless. BB: “Why don’t you back your ass up to this hole and I can return the favor.” Red: “That would be fuckin amazing, …. But no, no, I couldn’t do that. It’s one thing to cheat on him, but to give my ass to a stranger … and bareback … fuck, that would be so amazing but no, no way. I gotta go. Thanks.” And he was gone. At my next appointment in his office, he didn’t even let me ask my question. He proudly blurted; “I cheated on him. I met the guy I’ve been chatting with and fucked him through a glory hole. Blasted my load deep in his ass. Fuckin loved it, so did he.” BB: “I bet he did. So, what comes next?” Red: “He wants to breed me, but I can’t let that happen.” BB: “I guess you’re right.” Red: “Yeah, but I’d love to. He’s negative and I trust him. And my ass is so hungry for a fuck.” BB: “Maybe you shouldn’t trust him.” Red: “Yeah, you’re probably right. But I’d ask him his status before I’d let him in raw, you know just to be sure.” BB: “That’s probably a good plan. So, you’re going to let him fuck you?” Red: “No way. … Oh, I forgot to tell you, yesterday was my birthday, my boyfriend gave me the most amazing presents. At first, I was like ‘what the fuck’! He’d wrapped up a new box of condoms for me. I was so pissed with him. Then he gave me the second wrapped parcel. I opened it and was confused; it was a big new bottle of Vaseline. He held them both up and said, “It’s your birthday, you get to decide which of these we use, and if you want to use both together, I think that would be so fuckin kinky.” The first two fucks we used both, soon shredding the condoms long before I bred his ass. The third fuck we just used the Vaseline, and he begged me to breed him. I couldn’t believe I managed to breed him and a stranger within a week.” BB: “That’s amazing. So, when do you get to be fucked and bred?” Red: “Honestly, if I was going to do that I’d choose the Squirt stranger first. This inner cheater I’m discovering is fun.” BB: “But you better ask his status before, right?” Red: “Fuck no, I trust what he has on his profile.” BB: “That’s probably not a good idea.” Red: “You’re probably right, but I’d feel embarrassed … besides, I won’t go through with it … I’m sure of that. It was great the once, but I know me, I won’t follow through.”

I was gagging for it. Maybe it was the weather, or just something in the water, but I had finished early for the day and as soon as I was home I was preparing myself for a fuck session with nothing lined up. Maybe I was just acting on impulse but once I had washed and dried I slipped on one of my favourite jocks, a pair of long "cumdump" sport socks and a collar. As I sat idly toying with myself and hitting poppers I browsed the apps. I had been cruising for an hour or so with little to no luck. I was getting to the point of thinking, "screw it!" It was mid week and I was figuring that I was going to be horny until the weekend especially as it was early afternoon and a lot of the usual guys would be working or otherwise engaged. "Ping." A quick message appeared. "You horny, boy?" Simple, concise and to the point. "For sure. You looking to unload?" If he wasn't going to beat around the bush I wasn't going to either. It seemed we were both in need. "Got a five day load here I need to shoot. You think you can take it?" His response was quick and I don't think I've ever typed out a reply any faster. I quickly sent, "Fuck yes, you can shoot it anywhere you want!" Almost instantly he confirmed his intention. "Oh if I'm shooting it anywhere it'll be deep inside your asshole boy." I sent him my address as soon as I read this and told him I was ready and waiting. I had already closed the downstairs blinds to shut out the afternoon sun so all I had to do was wait for this stranger to let himself in and help himself to anything he wanted from me. The risk, the thrill, all of it had me squeezing my cock through the material of my jock and hitting the poppers again. I was edging before I knew it, precum soaking the pouch that was now very snug around my leaking dick. I chose to wait on my knees in the centre of my living room area. A clear view of the rear of my house would tell me of anyone approaching the back door, and anyone who did would see the ready and waiting slut if they simply stepped up to the door. After about twenty minutes I began to wonder if this was going to turn out to be a bust but then I saw a shadow, and then someone walking down the rear path. I swallowed nervously as the man walked straight up to the door and, without pause, pressed down the handle and stepped inside. A wolfiish grin flashed across his face and he gave a low whistle as he saw me kneeling, waiting for him. He closed the door and took the few paces to close the distance between us. In that time I was able to look him up and down. From my position I guessed he was about 50 or so, at least 6 feet tall with a good solid frame. The t-shirt and shorts he wore suited the weather and showed off stout, deeply tanned arms and legs. I guessed he either worked outside or spent every other minute he could in the elements. His t-shirt hugged his frame showing off a good strong chest with a slight paunch below. Strong but not self- conscious and clearly not afraid to enjoy whatever life offered him. He had a baseball cap on his head with the peak pulled low which shaded his eyes. What else I could see of his face in the dim light I knelt was as tanned as clearly the rest of him was, a dusting of salt and pepper stubble graced his chin and deep smile lines traced around his mouth. "Fucking yummy!" I thought. As he stood in front of me he wasted no time. Looking down at me he said approvingly, "Oh you are a good boy!" With one hand he unfastened his shorts and with the other he grabbed my collar and pulled my face into his crotch. I inhaled deeply his scent. The scent of his cock and balls, the scent of a man working in the heat. I moaned as his musk washed over my senses and I reached up to pull his shorts down and ot of the way. He made no effort to stop me and I soon discovered he was commando. I immediately pressed my face back up against his rapidly hardening dick and began to lap at it, savouring the light saltiness that matched his heady smell. Other than some moans of obvious pleasure he said very little, his hands held my head and he guided me where he wanted my tongue to lick and taste his skin. He had me lap and suck at his weighty ballsack and I dove into the task happily. Pressing my face up against him to breathe him in as I ran my tongue over every square millimeter of skin Pulling my head back he guided my open mouth to the head of his cock and held me there as I strained to take him between my lips. He chuckled and began lightly slapping my mouth with his cock making me push out my tongue to get a taste. He stroked and squeezed his shaft and a few drops of precum beaded from his piss slit and oozed onto my tongue where he pressed his cock head smearing that juice across my tastebuds. The taste of him teased me and he knew what he was doing. I knew he hadn't come here for a blowjob but I needed to take him in my mouth. I wanted not just to please him, but to worship this wonderful hard cock that had so quickly taken complete control of me. After a few minutes of teasing my lips and tongue with the tip he finally relented and let go of me. I fell onto his cock, hoovering it deep into my mouth and pressing my nose into his pubic bone. I took him right to the back of my throat and soaked him with my spit in one go. Pulling back I started to settle into a cocksuckers rhythm. Sliding up and down his cock with my lips and tongue slicking each inch with saliva. Taking him deep and almost sliding off the tip with every pass. I slid my hands up his thighs and could feel him tensing and releasing as he was clearly revelling in the work my mouth was doing for his dick. As I was pushing myself down onto his cock he grabbed my head and held me. He was all the way inside me pressing into my throat. I inhaled as best I could through my nose as I felt his cock throbbing. "Fuck! That was close boy." He hoarsly moaned down at me. "Nearly fucking dumped my load in your fucking mouth. I told you I intend to put my spunk in your guts another way." I started to splutter around his shaft as breathing became harder the longer he held me down and he relented and let me pull back. His cock was sloppy with my spit and stood out hard and thick from his body and I stared a little shocked that I had, just moments before, been throating it with relative ease. He was clearly now in a mood to speed things along because he grabbed my collar once again and half pulled and half threw me towards my couch where I ended up face down over the arm, my backside raised up and him quickly behind me. I tried to push up a little but I felt his hand land between my shoulder blades and with just a small but firm push he held me in place. I could feel the heat and weight of his body as he pressed upto me. The thick head of his still spit soaked cock quickly found its way up against my hole and he pressed in. Not a slam but a relentless drive forward that spread open my asshole and stretched my insides to his shape. When I felt his hips collide with my cheeks I couldn't help but moan into the couch cushions as his cock pressed my switch right up inside me. He began a slow withdraw then another slow press into me. His cock was where my entire focus was. I could feel the heat and thickness of him opening my hole and with every stroke I panted my pleasure out. Gradually he picked up his pace, my hole was open to him and he was making good on his word. He thrust harder and faster until he was slapping my ass with his hips and grunting with the effort. For my part I was trying my best to press my hole back onto his driving cock to get him as deep in me as possible. We were both grunting now, adding to the litany of fuck noises that filled the room. He was no longer holding me down but pulling on my hips as he thrust forward. His cock and my open fuckhole now working in unison to make him keep his promise. "Fuck yes boy you like this cock up your cunt don't you?" He moaned out "Fuck yes, make me take it!" Was as much as I could manage as his pounding continued. "Going to breed you boy. Going to fill you up." He started to pant and his thrusting was becoming a little ragged, hard and deep but with little irregular pauses as if he was trying to hold off and keep the fuck going as long as possible. "Please!" I moaned out. "Do it fill my cunt, fucking breed me!" "Fucking knew you'd love it boy!" He roared as he shoved me forward with his whole body, his cock was pulsing deep in my hole and I knew he was blasting jet after jet of his thick cum as far up me as he could get. I moaned as I felt him empty his balls inside me, loving the feeling of completion. He was half slumped across my back following the exersion and release of his orgasm. He was breathing heavily now and we both stayed like that enjoying the afterglow. Finally he pushed himself.upright and slowly withdrew his spent cock from my now freshly seeded hole. As he stepped back I turned and fell to my knees taking his softening cock into my mouth and sucked the flavour of our fuck from him. I sat back and grinned up at him. "Thankyou. You can do that to me anytime!" As he pulled his shorts back on and headed to the door he waved a hand and said. "Maybe, but I'm pretty sure I've given you everything I can." "Weird." I thought but he was already out the door and on his way. I tried messaging him later but his profile was gone. Nothing. It's been over a week since that amazing pump and dump experience and I woke up this morning shaking and sweaty, my lymph nodes are swollen and its all I can do to stand up. I think I understand his parting quip now.

Scientists have unveiled a potential treatment for HIV infection, about to enter human testing, that could radically change the way HIV is treated. In experiments with monkeys infected with a primate version of HIV that usually kills within weeks, the scientists injected each monkey with the new treatment, called Therapeutic Interfering Particles, or TIPs. The TIPs infect a cell that contains HIV, causing it to burst open, but releasing several times as many TIPs as HIV particles. The single injection quickly reduced HIV in the monkeys by a factor of 10,000. Moreover, at least in monkeys, it appears that one dose is enough, period - not daily, weekly, monthly, or whatever - a single dose. Obviously in humans it might require boosters, but even that would be far less repetitive and prone to failure if doses were missed. More here: [think before following links] https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/08/science/engineered-virus-steals-proteins-from-hiv.html?unlocked_article_code=1.Bk4.BW3J.YFiQkeBu9_du&smid=url-share

Interesting you should say this. I've been crafting an alternative ending in my head. If three of you guys reqest it I'll write it and share it in this story thread. Thanks for all the positive feedback.

I must admit I’m a porn addict. I watch it every day and just about everywhere - at home on tv and at work and the gym on my phone.

I was doing well adjusting to being HIV poz and returning to my usual home, work and social life. I really didn’t need assistance, but I kept going to my weekly appointments with the cute young social worker anyway. He was just too adorable to pass up being in his presence for 45 minutes per week. Cute can come in a lot of varieties. This guy was the slightly built leprechaun variety. He couldn’t have stood over 4’8” or weighed more than 125 lbs. soaking wet. His hair and sparce short, trimmed beard were flaming red. He had no mustache. His ‘Irish eye’s are smiling’ were a twinkling emerald green. His cute little face and button nose were covered in freckles. His delicate arms were covered in a fine red fur, and a tuft of this always peaked over the top button of his shirt. Yes, he even had a slight Irish accent and a definite lilt to his tenor voice. I found myself flirting shamelessly with him. A behaviour he didn’t seem to discourage with his good-natured professionalism. I also relished in making him blush with stories of my promiscuous sexual adventures. If he was going to offer support, I wasn’t going to hide my true nature and sexuality. He blushed but he didn’t chide. He wondered if I was having more bareback sex since before I was infected. “Fuck yeah man. It’s all bareback sex now. What about you?” I asked quite inappropriately. I wasn’t even sure he was gay at this point, I just hoped. “My boyfriend and I always play safe. Even though we are committed to monogamy.” He shared, even though he didn’t have to. He checked his notes to be sure I wasn’t on meds yet then asked; “Your unmedicated, and versatile, do you find yourself bottoming and topping bareback these days.” “Fuckin A man. Since I converted ‘raw is the law’. “Do you disclose your status before topping a guy?” he queried. “I don’t top that often. But, yes … well all but once.” I confessed. “Why not that time?” he asked a bit shocked. I unfolded my little story, “We were in a darkroom. There was quite a crowd bumping about and feeling each other up. This hand took a firm grasp of my hard on. Immediately he was whispering in my ear ‘I need this in me.” In hindsight I don’t know why, but I thought he meant in his mouth. Before I could say anything, his cum lubed hairy ass was sucking in my raw cock. I was already balls deep when I was able to ask, “Are you sure about this?” “Fuck yeah man, your raw cock is amazing, go ahead, fuck me.” “But you don’t even know my status.” Him, “I don’t fuckin care.” Me, “Are you at least on PreP?” Him, “No fuckin way I’m taking that shit.” Me, “Then I better pull out.” Him, “No way, why?” Me, “I’m poz with a high viral load.” Him, “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out.” Me, “But I might knock you up, I’m newly diagnosed and very fucking toxic.” Him begging, “Fuckin A man, give me everything you’ve got.” At this point a popper bottle was placed under my left nostril and my right one pinched off. I instinctively took a deep breath. Whoever was feeding me poppers spoke into my ear, ‘take another’. I did as told and the bottle was moved and two deep breathes of the magic chemical went deep into my lungs through my right nostril. I was now flying high and started to pound the eager bottom. He begged and a growing crowd encouraged me to ‘knock him up.’ His ass contractions just kept milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Rope after rope of my toxic cum blasted into his vulnerable neg. ass. “ The astonished social worker: “You mean he wanted you to infect him?!” “Begged me to. Who was I to deny an adult what he wanted?” “Wow. And how did it feel?” the questioning lilt. “So fucking powerful! He gave me utter control of his life and I took it and claimed it with my big raw cock and toxic babies! I fuckin loved it.” “So, you’d do it again, knock a guy up, poz him.” “Absofuckenlutely!” “No regret or quams? You don’t feel you crossed some moral line?” he couldn’t seem to give this up. “No moral regret, no quams. In fact, I’ve decided to never disclose unless asked directly before a fuck. I figure if you’re not on PreP and taking raw cock up the ass you’re chasing. I’m happy to knock up as many chasers as I get a chance before I go on meds.” “But what if some guy just slips up, gets caught up in the heat of the moment, or thinks ‘just this once, once can’t hurt’? “If my raw cock gets up his ass, that’s his problem not mine.” I’d never heard him swear; “Fuck, that’s harsh man.” Despite his seeming sense of moral concern every visit it was as if he couldn’t help himself; he would ask about my sex life and specifically my conversion to 100% bareback. I felt no shame in reporting that I was more promiscuous than ever. Despite my preference in the past to bottom I was now topping at least half of the time. Most encounters were completely anonymous, and no bottom asked my status before my raw toxic cock went into their eager holes. Only one had asked me my status after I bred him and pounded it in deep. This bottom was incredibly pissed with me; “How could you do that? I’m negative and not on PreP.” I just laughed at him:” You were negative. And you waited for a strange time to ask me. You’re just going to have to live with the outcome.” The guy had walked away sobbing, but it wasn’t my responsibility. The next social work appointment he just cut right to the chase asking, “So how many guys have you bred your toxic load into this week without telling?” “Five! Three of them told me afterward they are chasing and were over the moon happy when they knew my status and the strength of my toxicity.” Meanwhile a new profile appeared on Squirt. I wondered if it was my leprechaun social worker. The profile pic was one of those classic frontal torso nudes cut off at the neck and below the crotch with his hand attempting to hide what is clearly his erection. I’d never seen even one extra button open on his shirt, but the size, stature and flaming red body hair and bush looked unmistakable. Details in the profile included, new to this app, just looking, partner doesn’t know, extreme discretion required, fully versatile, and the confusing detail, condoms/let’s discuss. I knew my profile cock pic wouldn’t give me away so fired off a ‘hi’. Very quickly I got a simple ‘hi’ back. Me- “How’s it going?” Him- “Good thanks. Thanks for saying hi. I’m new to this.” Me- “Your welcome. Glad to help a newbie … what you looking for on hear.” Him- “Mostly just to chat. I can’t cheat on my boyfriend.” Me- “Understood.” Him- “Not that I’m not tempted to.” Me- “OK, if you want you can tell me more.” Him- “I shouldn’t, it feels like throwing him under the bus.” Me- “I wouldn’t encourage you to do that.” Him – “It’s just he’s a total bottom, so I have to top … to fuck him all the time.” Me- “Your ass is itchy for a chance to flip?” Him- “Yeah, you get it. And what’s even worse is he insists on condoms. We are monogamous and have been together for two years. Neither of us had much experience before we met. We’ve been tested several times, but he still insists. If I’m going to do all the fucking, I prefer to be able to feel what I’m doing without a rubber barrier. You understand don’t you. Looks from your profile like you bareback.” Me: “Yup, I understand. And yes, I only play raw.” Him: “You are so lucky. Do you ever top?” Me: “Sometimes” Him: “I wouldn’t, but if I were to cheat on him with you would you suite up, wear a condom? I need to get fucked.” This caught me off guard. I hadn’t gotten around to updating my status and wasn’t sure I wanted to reveal that just quite yet, especially if this was my social worker. I’d had enough time to quickly think through my response; “Since this is only theoretical, I’ll say, sure, I’d suite up. Probably not for anybody else, but for you.” Him; “Cool … and thanks for the theoretical chat.” We continued to chat over the next few weeks. It certainly made my appointments with the social worker fascinating as I continued to wonder if it was him. The day finally arrived where he asked to see my private pics. I made sure to remove anything that include my face as sent him the link, along with a request to see his. He opened his two private pics up to me. The first was a repeat of his profile pic, except this one was full frontal head to toe with no attempt to hide his cute leprechaun face or his amazing proportionately large erect cock. No wonder his boyfriend wanted it to always fuck him, crazy to want it covered as far as I was concerned. The second was a fully nude back shot with him shoving a big black dildo into his tight hole. The look on his face showed every hint of the pain and pleasure this act was giving him. I didn’t know how I was going to manage it, but I knew I had to have sex with this man. There was now no doubt it was him. During my next visit to his office, I couldn’t pick up any hint that he knew he was chatting with me. I had a ragging boner for the entire visit and worried that he could feel me undressing him with my eyes the entire time. I was pleased to see he had relaxed and instead of the one chaste open button at the top of his shirt there were now three. This gave me a good view of the fiery red pelt matting his chest. I started our next online chat boldly; “So have you cheated on that boyfriend of yours yet?” Him: “Fuck no. Honestly I wouldn’t do it with anyone but you, and even then, I’d need to keep it anonymous.” Me: “Interesting. So, you are considering cheating with me?” Him: “I know I shouldn’t, but honestly, yes.” Me: “And would you fuck me, or have me fuck your hungry ass?” Him; “What would you prefer?” Me: ”Oh baby, I want to ride your beautiful cock. I’m so jealous of your boyfriend.” Him; “Sheathed or raw?” Me; “Fuck your boyfriend, I’m going to give you what you want. I want that big, beautiful cock in me raw.” Him; “Cool. … And since we are talking theoretically would you want me to pull out before I cum.” Me: “Fuck no! Breed my ass, cum in my ass and push it in deep.” There was a long pause and not even a sign that he was typing at the other end. I was afraid I had offended him, and he’d signed off. And then the signal that he was typing … I awaited his message. Him: “Fuck man, I just had the biggest orgasm imagining I was breeding your hole. I’ve gotta go clean up before the boyfriend gets home. Thanks for the chat and the wank.”

All the time when I was younger. When I was living on the street I'd get picked up a lot and sometimes paid in cash ($100-200) or in exchange to get high or even for just a place to sleep/take a shower. I was horny and homeless so I didn't really give a fuck how much $$$ they'd offer. There was the guy who gave me and a friend a ride to the park and paid us some money to watch us tickle each other's feet on the way. Dropped me off and i got to cruising the park, where I promptly got spit roasted in the bushes and fucked raw by a couple strangers while my buddy kept lookout. The closeted religious guy who was a repeat customer who just paid to cuddle and massage but nothing more. The hot rich muscled lawyer daddy. His late 80s sugar daddy partner couldn't get it up anymore but still enjoyed watching him fuck me, as he lay in bed next to us. Guy who developed feelings for me apparently after a few times. He was really into sniffing my pits. The OCD clean guy, who made me strip down first step into his house, and put everything in a big plastic bag, step into some clean slippers and proceed straight to the shower without touching anything before he'd fuck me. Lots more.

My whole life haha best job ever too

Actually, the original post was about Trump, and his being held accountable for his past and present attitudes about Black people in general and about Kamala Harris in particular. To be honest, as a White person (through no fault of my own) who is well-disposed toward Black people, I'm confused by the direction this thread has taken. It seems we have agreed that Kamala Harris is in fact Black, and from what I've read recently in reputable media, she has had reasonable exposure in her past to what I'd describe as "Black culture" - certainly enough not to be ignorant of it. I totally get that she's socioeconomically out of line with the vast majority of the Black populace. However, given the way our system is set up, that's going to be true of any candidate for high office. So I don't really understand how exactly the Democratic party is "flipping the bird" to Black people. I'm not saying that it isn't the case, what I'm saying is that I haven't heard (here) HOW they are failing to "support the interests of the Black vote" and what those interests are, and without having some clue about that, on the face of it your assertions don't make sense to me. It's your right to sit this one out, though as others have pointed out, Trump is a tremendous threat not only to the interests of Black voters but to American democracy itself, and that may be a reason to vote without regard to your own interests. I do have a question, though: I will be voting, at least for that reason, and also because I consider it my civic duty. Who would you rather I vote for, Trump or Harris? That is to say, if you had to choose one, which would it be?

The next time I found the same guard and the prisoner at the smoking area it was the next night, and it was after midnight. Even thought there was little chance of anyone coming around the guard waisted no time. He handcuffed the prisoner to the garbage bin where he had a free and unobstructed view of what the guard was about to do to me. “Drop those shorts and bend over here.” I didn’t ask any questions. I quickly did as instructed. The guards short, trimmed beard was scratching my ass cheeks as his tongue fucked my hole. Liberal amounts of spit were added and pushed in with his expert tongue action. Soon he stood and his raw thick short cock was lined up with my hole. I was tempted to mention a condom, but he was already inside me, and it felt amazing. “Yeah, raw fuck the nerd!” the prisoner goaded. The more he pistoned inside me the more I enjoyed it, and the more I was happy we were doing this raw. He pulled out and I turned to see him remove his shirt and drop his uniform pants and underwear to his ankles. He was a fine specimen of a 5’ 8’’ bear cub. I loved his hairy body especially when he was quickly back inside me and his hairy torso rubbed against my back. Freed of his clothes his pace picked up. I began to feel his sweat dripping onto my back and his breathing became ragged. He asked; “Fuck man, where do you want my load?” “Inside, breed me.” I was surprised to hear my response. “You better be on Prep!” he chocked out. “I’m not.” I confessed “Neither am I and I’ve taken a dozen toxic loads from this scorpion cocked prisoner over the last few weeks.” “If this guard breeds you, I breed you next!” the prisoner asserted. My brain was in panic mode. I couldn’t get any words out. “Fuck, Fuck, fuck take my load you fuckin nerd bitch. Yeah, breeding your unprotected ass. Fuuccckkkkk, feels amazing!” The prisoner had managed to all but slip out of his orange jump suite. It was bunched up by his cuffed wrist. His scorpion tattooed erection stood straight out from his tall lanky naked heavily tattooed body. “OK nerd, you heard the deal. You took the guards load, come here and get mine.” I don’t know what possessed me, but I stripped out of all my clothes and backed my cummy ass onto the prisoner’s scorpion cock. I bent over and took the guards slimy cock into my mouth to clean it off. The prisoner wasted no time in pounding me hard. All I could think in astonishment was I am loving getting fucked by this hard core rough and tumble prisoner. He’s going to breed my vulnerable ass with his toxic poison, and I’ve unknowingly been waiting my entire life for this moment. Soon he was panting; “Beg for it nerd slut, tell us what you need.” “Knock me up! Breed me. Cum in my ass … oh fuck yeah …. Just like that … oh fuck …. I need every drop.” He kept pounding the load in deep. When he finally pulled out, he reached in my ass and scratched me quite severely with his long finger nail. “Let’s make sure that takes.” I couldn’t wait for the next midnight to roll around. They were by the garbage bin smoking with a second tall handsome guard. The first guard stripped completely and leaned against to garbage bin. As the new guard ate out his co-workers ass I stripped naked. My cock was soon engulfed and covered with spit before being lined up with the bear cub’s hairy ass. My raw cock in his hot hole felt amazing. The second guard was soon eating out and tongue fucking my ass, so I held off starting the fuck. Soon the guard behind me stood and his mammoth erection was penetrating my vulnerable ass. I would later learn his was a full ten inches massive Cuban cigar thickness. The train fuck was now on. The harder the guard behind gave it to me, the harder the guard I was fucking got it. The Prisoner cursed and swore and cheered us all on. I was the first to blast inside the bear cub. My ass contractions brought the guard in me over the edge and my ass was being flooded. When he collected his breath and pulled out, I knew the drill. The prisoner had been handcuffed totally naked, so I was free to back onto his scorpion tattooed meat. I bent and the Cuban cigar dick was down my throat. When I had it clean, I noticed the high-quality biohazard tattoo on his left pelvis just above his immaculately trimmed pubic hair. Possibly my third toxic breeding, definitely my second. It never seemed to take him long for the prisoner to shoot his poison into my eager ass. Possibly four, definitely three. I felt I was now committed to my fate. Over the next few nights three more prison guards would pump their luscious man juices into my ass. Three hospital security guards had seen what was happening behind the garbage bin and pulled me into their supply closets to claim their fair share of my ass. I didn’t protest! By the time I was released from the hospital I had knowingly taken 10 highly toxic loads. My first morning back home the fuck flu hit like a ‘tanker’. I ended up back in hospital with dehydration. I don’t know why I confessed the entire story to my cute young social worker. I guess I got a perverse delight out of shocking him. He tried to play it cool, but it was obvious he was afraid I might try to sue the prison or the hospital. All I wanted was for the prisoner to get early parole. I had no idea what he was ‘in’ for, I didn’t care. I just hoped our paths would cross when he got out. I was ecstatic that such a rough and tumble bad boy had been the one to knock me up.

Paul was about to snap. Seven years in prison can do that to you and the letter he held in his hand had devastated him He was tall and thin, with long ginger hair, soft brown eyes, pale skin and a nice round ass. When he had first arrived here he had been “protected” by the prison’s top dog Tony Santorin, a man with significant influence both inside and outside of the prison’s walls. The price of that protection was Paul’s ass Paul was gay and had been no virgin at the time. Under different circumstances he may have even found Tony attractive. Tony had been there when they had brought Paul in along with several other new inmates on a bus,tp the prison and had inspected them all “This one, he’s a pretty girl” he told the guard and shook his hand, Paul noticed the folded money that passed to the guard with that hand shake. The “pretty girl” comment made him blush but Paul knew that despite his more than ample cock and preference to be on top he came across as feminine to most men. That combination had landed him here in prison but he hadn’t known that yet Paul had been assigned as Tony’s new cell mate. Tony's cell was on the top level and the last in a row. It had been meant to house eight men but Tony and Paul had it all to themselves, It was actually comfortably furnished with a queen sized bed, two large comfortable chairs and a small dining table as well as a shower and toilet area hidden by screens “The warden owes me some favors” was all Tony said when Paul asked how he managed all this Paul could hear a low conversation that he was sure had been timed for his arrival. A good looking blond man had been grabbed as he walked towards the door to Tony’s cell and dragged into the adjoining cell by a huge bruit of a man. What are you doing Sal? You know Tony will have you killed for touching me!” the blond man said in a squeaky, frightened voice “Tony got tired of all your pouting and demands, he doesn’t need you any more, he has a new and far prettier girl now. He gave you to me so get used to being my bitch" a low voice said “I won’t put up with your shit. If you piss me off I will just hand you over to Carl over in Block C. Now get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for my protection. You better convince me you love me and my cock because Block C is just waiting for some fresh meat” A moment later Paul heard the sound of someone gagging and choking for a while followed by grunts of pain and bunk bed springs squeaking accompanied by that same low voice saying “I’m not a gentle lover like Tony. I like it to hurt so moan for me butch” and so on as the blond man adjusted to his new reality and moaned loudly “Block C must be terrible” Paul thought with a shudder That night he didn’t fight or protest when Tony took him to bed. He did his best to please the man in every way he could. Paul was no fool Tony was a gentle lover but when you are that hung you almost have to be, Paul had been tied up and brutally fucked by five well hung guys and not been as sore as he was the next day He had thought he would not be there long because he was innocent of the embezzlement charges that had been brought against him. Millions of dollars had vanished without a trace on his watch but Paul had no idea how. A few months later, when the court of appeals declined his case, his last hope had died Another blow came when his husband Martin had come for a visit. He had given Martin temporary guardianship of his three sons as their mother was dead Bobby was 11, Mike was 10 and Marc was 9. They all were the spitting image of their dad with his hair, eyes and build. The way things were set up, if he was still in prison then his oldest Bobby would get full custody of his younger siblings when he turned 18. Martin was just a temporary guardian. The money he had inherited from his father a couple years ago made it no burden to take care of the three boys and as Paul had no other living blood relatives. There had been no real choice “I came to tell you I am filing for divorce. Don’t worry. I will take care of the boys. They should not suffer because of you” Martin had told him Paul knew that while the boys adored their “Uncle Martin” that the man he had married was just fond of them. He didn’t like kids in general but was a good enough actor that the boys never caught on that he had tolerated them to be with Paul “I hope you appreciate the favor I am doing for you” Martin said “I could just walk away and let the foster care system take them” The divorce had been finalized quickly, all Paul cared about was that his kids were taken care of so he didn’t fight it. Tony got tired of him after a couple years and he was passed down the line of his lieutenants but eventually he found out just how bad Block C really was Carl Anderson was a large, hugely muscled, brutal looking, bald man who ruled Block C with a combination of brute force and by lending out “his boys” to men who pleased him He kept Paul as his personal bitch when he got to Block C The first thing he had made Paul do is kneel and kiss the head of his huge, vein covered, uncut cock while he ran a finger around the tattoo on his stomach. The tattoo looked evil, a biohazard symbol dripped what looked like cum mixed with blood onto the words “The Gift” written in a toxic green shade Carl smirked when he saw Paul’s eyes widen “That’s right pretty boy, kiss the cock that is going to give you HIV, worship it, open up those lips and suck it so it gets nice and hard for your first breeding” the man whispered in a surprisingly silky, sultry, sexy voice Carl put a hand behind his head and forced that toxic cock into his mouth while his other hand found his nipple and twisted with cruel fingers. Paul’s cock got rock hard despite the fear running through his mind When Carl was fully hard he forced Paul onto his back in the middle of his cell’s floor and then noticed Paul's rock hard cock that was almost as big as his own “Someone wants my gift I think” He smirked as he got between Paul’s legs and lifted them to his shoulders “Well want it or not I’m going to give it to you” and with that he pushed in balls deep Paul writhed in pain, Carl had the largest cock he had ever taken, even bigger than Tony's and the man gave him no time to adjust. Within seconds Carl was fucking him so hard that his huge, low hanging, lemon sized balls were swinging up to smack his ass crack with every thrust As Carl shredded his hole with his toxic fuck stick Paul’s cock dripped pre, the violent fucking he was getting was making it fly all over, some pf it even hitting him in the face “Here it comes, pretty boy! Here comes my viral seed to knock you up! I know you want it bad and I’m giving it to you. Take my poz load” Carl grounded then he leaned down and kissed Paul as hi fired ropes of HIV tainted cum into the neg man’s defenseless ass Paul’s cock twitched violently as he came without touching himself and they lay together kissing and trying to catch their breath. Carl fucked him twice more before he finally let Paul up Carl was fucking him four and five times a day for the next few weeks and when Paul got sick foru weeks from their first fuck, Carl had him moved to his cell and took care of him himself until he felt better The men of Block C were a little surprised as Carl had never shared a cell with anyone before. He kept Paul with him and fucked him constantly but the guys assumed it would be over soon when Carl resumed breeding every new boy who came to the Block They found out how wrong they were when one idiot asked for Paul as a reward for a favor he had done Carl The man spent the next week in the hospital Block after Carl beat the hell out of him. No one ever asked for Paul’s services again Paul grew to care for Carl, even love him, and as much as the situation allowed they were a couple “If I was ever going to get out of here I would marry you” Carl whispered in his ear as he held Paul one dark night “You were the first man who ever wanted my gift and I fell in love with you right then and there” Carl had three life sentences for his crimes. Paul never asked what he had done. he didn’t want to know “I would be honored to marry you if we could” he whispered back. Paul had grown to love this man slowly as he had opened up and let Paul see his gentle soul inside No one knew that sometimes when the lights were out that Carl would sometimes quietly bottom for Paul beneath the covers, They would spoon and pretend to be asleep as Carl pushed back on Paul and they gently rocked until Paul shot off inside his lover, then Carl would roll over and kiss him till they fell asleep Unlike Carl, Paul came up for parole every two years after his 4th year inside. He was denied at 6 years and Carl consoled him though he didn’t really seem that upset himself. Paul knew Carl wanted to keep him there A year later a letter arrived from his oldest son Bobby who had never written him before. It read: Dear Dad; I’m sorry I have never written before. Uncle Martin said you didn’t want to hear from us and that you didn’t love us anymore. I believed him just like I used to believe everything he said. He was so great with us and always took good care of me and my brothers. That all changed for me when I turned 18 a few months ago He took me out for dinner on my birthday and said it was a date. I thought he was joking because he knows I am straight but he wasn’t. He told me I now had custody of my two brothers because you had set it up that way. He said that he could legally just throw mw out and Mike and Marc would have to go with me Marc has some health issues and his medications are expensive. Uncle Martin said if he throws us out he will also remove us from his health insurance. I have never even had a part time job. Without Uncle Martin I would not have a penny and I could not take care of my them I’m not well liked in this town. I have kind of been a bully and an asshole to most of the people here, Uncle Martin never punished me or even corrected me. He never made me do my school work so I barely graduated. I don’t think anyone here would hire me and if I move II have to take Mike and Marc with me Uncle Martin says since we are not blood related that he is going to make me marry him, He says once we are married he’s going to start fucking me, That I will be his wife and slave Dad, he has HIV and he says he is going to get me pregnant with it. Even worse, he’s going to force Mike to be his slave on his 18th birthday and then infect him too. Mike is as straight as I am but he loves Marc so Uncle Martin can force him the same way he is forcing me He says he will take Marc as a slave as well when he turns 18. That’s been his plan since he married you, he says but you would not be dominated by him. You would not give him control, so he framed you for embezzlement. He didn’t inherit money, he stole it and made sure you took the blame. He’s doing his best to make sure you never get paroled as well He says as feminine as you were, you should just have accepted that you were meant to be his bottom and salve but you insisted on an equal relationship and even wanted to fuck him so he decided to get rid of you and enslave your sons when they got old enough. He’s crazy but what can I do? Marc has to have those medications for his Asthma or he could die. He also needs that EpiPen thing for his allergies Uncle Martin makes me dress in tight clothes he says are sexy and makes sure lots of people see us kissing in public. No one approves and someone even tried to have us arrested but the cop said we are not blood related and there is nothing illegal about what we are doing as long as we are both consenting adults The wedding is next week and I’m scared, dad. I’m even more frightened for my brothers. I can’t think of a way out of this, And Uncle Martin says he will throw us out if I warn them. Please write me back, Just knowing you still love me wll help, It hurt so much when Uncle Martin said you didn’t anymore. Send any replies to my friend’s house at the address listed below I love you dad Bobby Paul stared at the letter for a few moments then began to cry. Someone noticed and yelled “Hey Carl, your little sissy boy is crying” Carl was there in less than a minute. He paused and looked at a couple of his men “Take care of that asshole” he snarled and another idiot spent a week in the hospital Block You may not think that guys in prison, most of them career criminals would give a damn about a jail house romance but what Carl and Paul had was the envy of many of these men, Not the pm'y sex but the love and companionship they shared “What’s wrong baby?” Carl said sitting on the bed and putting those massive arms around him Pau showed him the letter and Carl gave a low whistle after he finished reading it Those are MY sons! He is claiming MY SONS as his slaves and there is not a damn I can do about it because I'm stuck in here" “We will figure something out Baby” Carl said. He had an idea but the cost would probably be so high he didn’t know if he could bring himself to do it. It also meant loosing the man he loved forever and Carl wondered if he could face life without his Paul **************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Bobby’s Wedding and Honeymoon Scanbu

I'd always been fascinated by the bathhouse scene. Something about back to back anonymous hookups just gets my engine purring as a horny bottom. It had been awhile since I'd been to one but it also been a rough week. My BF just left me, and my usual fwb weren't around. I needed fucking and I needed it bad. Normally I liked to play bare in bed, but anytime I'd been to a bathhouse I always made the guys wrap up due to the sense of elevated risk. This time though, I had been fighting off a serious urge to take some loads deep. At this point in the story I am an experienced bareback bottom, neg despite years of risky play, and not on prep. I'm not sure why I never went on prep, other than sometimes the subconscious makes decisions for us. So I made a pact with myself. I'd head down to the nearest bathhouse and leave the condoms at home. I wanted to take 12 loads total, ideally from at least 6 different guys. My record was 8 so this was only a small stretch but enough to make me work for it. I packed my bag and hopped the train. As soon as arrived I could tell it was going to be a fun night. It was Saturday so the place was packed. I checked in and went to find my locker. I could feel guys eyes on my tight little ass as I stripped and closed my locker. I returned the stares with a wink and headed off to find an open sling. I wanted to get a few loads under my belt right away to ease my anxiety. As soon as I got myself situated in a sling, three guys had already lined up to play. Off to a good start. The first guy came right up and started touching me and playing with my hole. "Love an unused hole. You want me safe or bare babe?" to which I replied "only bare please". He smiled and lubed up. Before long he was balls deep and fucking me hard while the other two watched. Without another word he shot his load deep in my willing cunt and pulled out. The second guy didn't hesitate to follow in the same fashion. The third guy was bigger than both of them and took his time with me, really pleasuring me as he fucked me deep and slow. We both came together and I could tell he shot a huge load in me. After he did he said he'd be right back. He returned a few moments later with a sharpie. "I want to help you keep track" he said as he wrote Load Count and struck 3 lines below it. I found this incredibly hot and said "lets make it 4 then". He gladly obliged and flooded my hole again, dutifully adding another strike to my thigh. He slipped the marker into a pocket in the strap of the sling, kissed me, and left. I decided it was time to move around so I got up, taking the marker with me, and headed in search of a nice cock to suck on to give my ass a small break. I quickly found a nice hung guy in a room with the door open who was jerking off alone. I quickly joined him and sank to my knees. He gladly released his hand from his cock and fed it to me. I could tell he was close so I wasted no time and made him shoot his load down my throat. Yum. "Find me later in a sling": I said and left. The evening was moving fast and my load count was only 1/3 there so I decided it was time to get back to it. I headed for the dark room, found a bench and got on, bending over and making my cunt available for whoever came along. After a few minutes I heard someone shuffle in and slowly his hands found me. Without ever saying a word, his hard cock found my hole and he slid right in, made easy by all the cum leaking out of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes, came inside, and left without a word. Another cock followed in the same fashion. This one managed to grunt "fuck yeah you're a cum dump" before pulling out. I was incredibly turned on and hadn't cum since the sling. I needed more. I stumbled out into the hallway and took my trusty sharpie to myself, adding two more strikes. I wasn't counting mouth shots, so now I was up to 6 loads. As I did this, I noticed a tall strong looking guy watching me from the other side of the hallway. He had a long thick cock. I glanced him up and down noticeably enough for him to walk over and talk to me. As he got closer I noticed a biohazard tattoo above his hip. I knew what this was, and it wasn't what I was seeking. Nevertheless, he was very attractive and his cock was amazing. "Taking a few loads there, huh boy?" he said looking down at me. "Yes sir" I mumbled back, still gazing at his cock. "You want a few more?" he responded, cock twitching and rock hard. "I...um.." I stumbled over my words, looking at him, his cock, back to his tattoo, back to him. "I'm not on prep". "No? Hm, well maybe you're not ready for my toxic loads yet then, but I'm sure we will change that". With that he leaned in and kissed me hard, and grabbed my ass, then walked away saying "it's your choice". Looking down my cock was so hard. Fuck. Why did that turn me on so much? Now throbbing, I needed a distraction from that beautiful cock. Passing a few rooms, I finally found one that was open. Two guys were jerking each other off in a bed. I stepped in and offered myself "need a bottom boys?". They both nodded enthusiastically and got up to make room for me. They both fucked me missionary, taking turns tagging me with their bare cocks. Soon enough my count was up to 8 as I left the room with their loads dripping down my leg. In the hallways I passed mr biohazard again. Fuck I thought, my cock just twitched again and he definitely noticed as I blushed and looked away. I felt him look back as I passed and chuckled - probably at the amount of cum leaking out of my well used hole. I headed back to the sling, hoping to free my mind from this little trap and bump my count up as I was starting to get a little tired. Sure enough as I strapped in, and secured my sharpie back in its original place, another man was at the door staring at me and jerking himself off. I motioned him to come in. He walked up, staring at my leg and all the tallies counting up the loads I'd taken. "I love cum dumps" he said. "you want me to fuck you?". "please" i managed to moan back. "Good, I have been waiting for someone to let me breed them all day". He slid in easily. His cock was on the smaller side, but he had a good build and a cute face. And honestly after the ravaging I'd been taking a smaller cock was kind of a relief. He really got off on my sloppy but still tight enough little hole and shot his load quickly into me. A little disappointed, I was quickly relieved when he didn't pull out and started thrusting again - driving his first load deeper and then finally shooting a second one in me. "fuck yes, add your tallies please" I said as he pulled out. I could feel his fresh cum leaking out of me. He looked down as it splattered on the floor. "Shame, I wish more had stayed inside you. You're pretty full.". With that he got down on the ground and started eating me out, extracting all those loads with his tongue. It felt amazing. He came back up and planted a big cummy kiss on my lips. "Let's try that again" and as though he had endless stamina, he thrust his cock back in me again - fucking me slow and deep this time until he shot what felt like the biggest load yet deep inside. He pulled out, added another tick line to my thigh, kissed me, and left. 11 loads will have to do, I thought to myself. It wasn't going to get better than that. But I wanted to cum again, so I lingered in the sling for a few minutes, jerking myself off. Before I could cum I heard a voice at the door. "I guess you're ready for me now." I looked up to see mr biohazard, harder than before, standing in front of me. Fuck. My cock got even harder at the sight of him. "Let me help" he said, taking my cock into his hand. I returned the favor, I thought maybe I could satisfy him with a mutal jo and call it a day. As we played with each other he leaned in close, and said "I need to be inside you boy". Looking up at him I must have just looked like an utter slut. I opened my mouth, providing an invite, again hoping this would satisfy him. He took me up on it, pulling me forward so he could get his cock deep in my mouth. As I sucked him he started talking to me. "No point resisting me now boy. I just watched you take 3 poz loads from my friend Ben. He's even more toxic than I am. But I don't want him to have all the fun, I had called you first.". With his cock filling my mouth I couldn't say a word but panic clearly spread over my face. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. I guess you have a choice now, huh? You can get out of here, get some pep and you probably won't convert. Or, you can stay, and enjoy this big cock burying itself deep in your fertile little hole. You can give in to my big poz loads. Heck if you do that, maybe I'll even go home with you and we can make a night of it. Yeah, I think you'd like that". My heart was racing as his words sunk in. I'd already taken 3 poz loads? As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he pushed me back and started to tease my hole with his cock. "What'll it be then boy?". My fear was quickly turning to ecstasy as he gently pushed the head of his cock into me. Looking over his shoulder I could see a few guys had gathered to watch, and one of them was the very guy who'd given me the sharpie. He caught my glance and said "Wow you're doing great on that load count, I didn't realize mine wouldn't be your only poz load of the night". FUCK. I'd been taking poz loads all night?! At this moment something in my brain snapped. I broke. All my mind could focus on was this huge hard cock begging to enter me, and that missing 12rh strike on my thigh. I looked up at him and just managed to choke out the words "just take me then". At this all he and the guys at the door went wild. "yeah boy, I knew you'd give it up" he just about shouted and with that he pushed in - all the way in - fucking deep inside me. I felt his balls hit my ass as I let out a loud moan and gasped "oh fuck yes". He went to town on me, fucking slow and deep and then by the end railing me harder than any guy yet. I felt him tense up and he leaned in close to growl "take my poz load" and shot an enormous rope of cum straight into my bare, unprotected cunt. As he did I exploded all over myself, lost in the waves of the orgasm he was burying in my guts. He kept his cock inside me for a minute, finally pulling out. As he did two of the guys who had been watching immediately approached and without asking fucked me back to back dropping two more loads inside me. Poz daddy watched the entire time. When they finished he took me again. This time slow and lovingly, kissing me while he did it. I put one hand on his tattoo and used the other to pull him deeper into me. "Thats it little slut, you got what you needed now" and he shot another poz load in me. "Lets get you cleaned up" he said, as he drew the additional 4 lines on my leg. I'd now run out of room on my little thighs, all marked up. 15 loads. I was in shock. He walked me to the showers and helped me clean up and get dressed. My mind was spinning. "So, I'm james by the way. What do you think? You wanna take me home and keep the fun going?" Even to my own surprise I nodded quietly and grabbed his hand. The whole train ride back he held me close and kissed me, not caring who was watching. As we entered my apartment it all became real. I had brought this stranger, who just helped try and poz me, home. I brought him to my home, to fuck me all night and do whatever he wanted to me. What have I become? As these thoughts started to race, I felt his hands wrap around me. He gently unbuttoned my pants and started to undress me. As his hard cock pressed against my bare ass again, my mind went blank. I led him straight back to the bedroom. "We've got a long night ahead of us" he growled as he spread my legs and thrust his big, bare, poz cock into me again. I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he took me again, and again, and again that night. I guess I made my choice.

As usual was cruising online, horny and bored. Like any good bottom I'd recently become obsessed/addicted to bareback play. I had only recently ventured into this space and was woefully unaware of prep or any other preparations I could be taking. I was neg and slowly but surely becoming an absolute mindless cum dump. After an hour of chatting and the usual ghosting, I got an interesting message: "Hey cutie, I think I'd like to impregnate you." Silly boy, you can't get boys pregnant I thought. But he was cute, too cute, and I was horny. So I messaged him back and we got to talking. He was a few years younger (I usually go for older), had a mostly blank profile except for a nice pic of his cock and cute slim belly. His profile simply read "sluts only, I have what you want. I'll wife up the winner." I had no idea what they meant but I was horny and in heat. We shared a lot of kinks in common and he was a dom top. So I agreed we should meet and headed over to his place. Upon arrival he immediately stripped me down to my briefs. "Good boy, are you ready to give yourself up to me?". "yes please" I mumbled, voice shaky. He led me back to his bedroom and pushed me into the bed. "Good, because you can't go back now. I'm going to knock you up. Hope you're ready for multiple rounds because I need to make sure you leave here good and pregnant". I laughed and said "give me as many loads as you want, boy". For the next few hours we fucked like rabbits and ended up getting along quite well. He was funny and kind, but also strong and dominating. He knew what we wanted and was not afraid to take it. He left me dripping, sweaty, and flooded with his cum. A guy had never filled me up like this before. Never fucked me like that either. As I stood up I felt a river of cum running down my legs. He let out a little moan and smirked. "Come back tomorrow. I need to see you looking like this again. My little slut." With that he handed me a towel and showed me the door. I walked home with his cum still running down my legs, not at all hidden by my slutty girl shorts. Now dominated and bred, I was desperate for more. So as instructed I showed up the next day. And the next. By the end of that week he had probably dumped 18 loads in my little neg cunt. I was obsessed. He was about to head out for a work trip so I wouldn't see him for a few weeks. I promised on his return I'd be ready for him. You can imagine my surprise when 3 weeks later I got a call after my regular checkup. I'd been pozzed. My mind was racing. There was only one explanation, and thats when his message and his words started flashing through my head. I frantically grabbed my phone to message him - having no idea what I would say - and opened to a new message from him that simply read "did you get any good news yet? if so, come over here. I am back from my trip. If you have good news, I have a ring and 5 more loads for you." All the fear and panic slipped out of my mind. I went straight over and he did just as he promised. He proposed on one knee and then fucked me over and over and flooded me again. A year later, I am still a poz bottom slut, but I am his. And he is mine. He knocked me up for good and now I can't help but love it. I am claimed.

It seems I’ve always been attracted to rough and wild men. It’s like the attraction between two magnets. I know if I were to take time to turn them around and really get to know them, I’d probably feel repulse and they’d certainly be repulsed by my ‘good boy’ persona. Just at first sight I can’t help myself. My erotic imagination goes into overdrive. As a kid I was adamantly opposed to smoking, but the Marlboro man on the cigarette adds was the hero of what I wanted to look like when I grew up. At a church teen retreat I met a ruggedly handsome, foul mouthed, teen who my heart melted for. I couldn’t get enough time with him. He had a tortured streak deep inside that sucked my desire in even deeper. He was his schools drug dealer, and even sold to his little brother. I couldn’t find it within myself to judge him. Nothing came of that silly teen romance, but I remember it as one of the formative experiences of my life. For the most part as a non-drinker I was never really that comfortable in gay bars, but I found myself going regularly to a seedy hotel that had a male stripper night. I was so jealous of the strippers’ gorgeous bodies and their confidence to take it all off in front of a crowd. And in Vancouver they took it all off, full frontal views of their usually huge, gorgeous erections. There was one man that was always there in the audience. Usually with a woman or two. He always seemed half drunk in that happy smiley loose limbed kind of way. He had that classic rugged handsomeness that always pulled me in. And the charismatic presence that I couldn’t help but feel jealous over. I found myself worshiping him from a distance. Even though he was with women I frequently saw him slip out for a smoke or slide into the bathroom with a guy or three. There was no doubt in my mind what was happening in those bathroom forays. On my fifth night seeing him I still couldn’t even muster the courage to say hi. Imagine my surprise when he crossed the crowed room and came directly to me. Without a word he grabbed me by the collar and towed me across the room almost pulling my shirt off. As we approached the bathroom he hissed at me; “I’m gonna breed your nerdy ass.” Before opening the door, he opened his shirt and there on his beautiful right chest was a biohazard tattoo. He barked, “Don’t look so shocked, I know ‘goodie two shoes boys’ like you really want my toxic sperm.” When the bathroom door opened out came a tall handsome tanned blond-haired Dane. Clearly, they were friends from way back from the passionate kiss that ensued. I was summarily pushed aside and as the two turned to go into the bathroom he asked me to ‘take care’ of his women friend until he got back. He read the look of disappointment on my face and said, “You know the rules, you know how it works, buy her a drink.” After he left, I considered trying to figure out these strange rules, but in the end I just walked away feeling dejected and used. I would see him every stripper night after that. I’d still feel attracted to his rugged handsome aura, but I managed to stay away. As magnetic as my attraction to him was, as much as I knew I wanted to ride his raw cock in a bathroom stall, I just wasn’t sure I wanted his ‘special sperm.’ And I was totally confused that I was even giving it any thought. Recently I was in hospital for a few weeks. I was headed outside to get some fresh air. This took me passed ‘Admitting’. There at the wicket were two prison security guards checking in a prisoner dressed in a bright orange jump suite and cheap runners. The sleaves were rolled up so I could see crude tattoos on his arms, hands and fingers. The same quality of bad tattoos also emerged up the side of his neck and behind his ear. He had a seven-day scraggly beard and although his hair was clean it was long and raged, His face was on the handsome side with a decidedly strong jaw. I altered my course to be sure to get a look at the front of him. I was not disappointed, as I expected, the front buttons of the jumper suite were open halfway to his navel, gaping and exposing his sinewy lightly haired chest. And you guessed it, two crude dagger tattoos came down pointing toward each other on his pecs. I went on about my day, but these images of him kept creeping back into my mind. I was enjoying the freedom to move about after a week and a half confined to bedrest. I was gone from my private room for a couple hours. When I returned, I was informed someone else needed that room more than me and they were ready to move me to a ward. I fully expected this would happen eventually with my lack of private insurance. Curiosity got the better of me and later that night I roamed past my previous private room. Sure enough, guarding the door were two prison guards. Sneaking a glimpse inside I could see the ruggedly handsome prisoner shackled to the bed. He was now shirtless, I presumed even naked under the light sheet, and watching TV. He caught me staring and returned a glare. I suspect he meant for this to scare me away, but it was like the power of the magnetic attraction was turned to electric. You know, those magnets they use in wrecking yards to pick up vehicles they are lifting into the crushing machines. I would find myself wandering by his room for glimpses four and five times a day. Then I met him being led down the hall. One of the guard’s was speaking. “Ten minutes of fresh air, and you can have a smoke, but that’s it. Any funny business and even this privilege will be whipped from you. Do you understand?” He grunted the affirmative. Excursions through the smoking area were added to my escapes from the monotony of my room. Many times, I found him there sullenly sucking away on his fag, looking dejected by one and all, especially his board and hostile looking guards. Then one evening after dark I noticed a guard smoking with him. They were actually talking, joking and laughing. The guard held out his pack to me and offered for me to join them. I demurred; “Sorry I don’t smoke those things.” Grabbing his own crotch the prisoner laughed blurting; “Maybe not those, but you would this.” The guard also laughed good naturedly and my gaydar went off for both of them. We chatted casually for a bit until the guard spoke up; “Sorry guys, but I’ve got to bring this smoke break to a close. My partner will begin to wonder. If you can suck him off real fast behind that garbage bin I’ll keep watch. Then I’ve got to get him back.” The prisoner pulled me behind the bin and pushed me to my knees. His slender seven-inch cock was down my throat in a flash. I sucked for all I was worth as his hands manipulated my head to give me the face fuck of my life. With no warning he was soon blasting, painting my tonsils with his cum. Eight powerful spasms and I swallowed every one. It was only when he pulled out of my mouth that I noticed even his dick was tattooed. It was crude and also just in black, but it was definitely a stinging scorpion.

I was horny as hell and poking around Grindr. This guy messages me asking me if I’m looking. Well, of course I’m looking! I’m perpetually horny and need to fuck or be fucked. He said he had a hung cock and he wanted to fuck. I told him I would host and said I would be ready and waiting. Now, I’ve heard men over the years talk about how hung they are and thick it is and it usually turns out that they are just average, which is fine. I love being fuck!!! Was I in for a surprise when this guy showed up and got naked. It had to have been at least 10.5”, maybe 11”. I was actually scared for my life at that moment. The biggest cock I’ve taken is 9” and that is when I was bottoming regularly. I got out the lube and poppers and prayed. To my surprise he took his time and made sure I could accommodate his python. He laid me on my back, kissing me, and gently fingering me until I was open. Holy fuck! He then starts to impale me, but rather than lots of pain, I feel his cock hitting all the good spots. It was uncomfortable at first when he was balls deep, but I shifted a little in bed and I was in heaven. Oh fuck! He starts slowly pushing in and pulling out and gets into a great rhythm. Fuck! I am moaning like a little bitch. My legs wrapped around him begging for more. As he is kissing me, he starts to pound and he is rubbing my prostrate so hard I can see stars. I am in fucking heaven and his 11” lance is now showing me no mercy. He starts to get really vocal. “Where do you want daddy’s to drop this load, deep inside your dirty cunt? Yes, fucking yes!! Fill me up!” He starts to shout and I knew he was cumming. It’s starts leaking out of my ass. He holds me down after cumming with his cock still inside me, kissing me and telling me I’m such a good slut. He pulls him limp cock out of my hole. I am still so fucking amazed. It probably 6” or 7” flaccid. We exchanged numbers and I told him I was available anytime. He told me I had the best ass he has ever had. He said so many guys cannot take his mammoth sequoia. I think my liver and pancreas are now on opposite sides of my body, but I am definitely having him back again.

@BlackDude I think I understand where you're coming from. That said: for decades, Democratic politicians quietly solicited the votes of gay people, telling us "someday" things would be better for us, while Republican politicians actively sought to drive us back into the closet. At that same time, Democratic politicians were openly supportive of all sorts of "demands" (for lack of a better word) from the African-American community. We voted Democratic because we believed that even if Bill Clinton said he was against same-sex marriage, he was still better than George HW Bush. Even if he ended up supporting Don't Ask, Don't Tell, it was better than the Republicans' wish to dishonorably discharge anyone they found out was gay (and actively snooping to try to find out who was). And we voted for Carter and Mondale and Dukakis and Gore and Kerry because even if they weren't particularly strong on LGBT rights, they were (a) infinitely better than their GOP counterparts and (b) they were on the right side on racial issues, on women's issues, and so forth. And I'd point out that what WAS achieved for Black Americans, from the 1950's forward, was due not only to Black people organizing and demanding, but to a significant portion of White Americans raising their voices, too, and telling their representatives that they, too, wouldn't stand for discrimination any more. Quite a few White people gave their lives, alongside their Black brothers and sisters, for the cause of civil rights on the basis of race, NOT because they stood to gain from the Civil Rights Act or the Voting Rights Act, but because it was the right thing to do. So forgive me if I seem somewhat dismayed that when all of us, Black and White alike, are facing a shitstorm of bad things if Trump is returned to office, some of us are saying "But SHE isn't saying the right things to MEEEEEEEEEE to earn my vote as a Black man." If all White people had done that back in the 50's and 60's, you might still be facing Jim Crow laws blocking your ability to even register to vote.

I’ve gotten together with Matt on lots of occasions. We’ve gotten to know each other’s likes and dislikes and have fun pushing each other’s boundaries. Matt wanted to do something special for my birthday. He asked if I’d be open to having him set up a weekend where we partied, and then he could use me however he wanted. He also said he would try to get some other guys to come over. Of course, I was up for that. He told me to prepare for a weekend with my legs in the air and my hole gaping open. Before heading to Matt’s place on Friday, I did a good cleanout. I shaved my balls and trimmed up a bit around my dick, but I left the hair on my ass alone. I like shaving my balls since it lets me wear a cock ring with less worry about getting hairs caught in, and the minor trim on my bush just makes things look better. Matt likes my hairy ass, so I was definitely keeping that. Matt and I are both hairy. Matt has a dense thicket of fur on his chest, legs, arms, and some on his back. His ass, though, is a marvelously hairy beast. There is hair everywhere, and it gets denser as you near his hole. I really like the way the hair on his back melts into the hair on his ass. It tapers down as it goes down his back, getting almost to a point before it spreads out again to cover his ass. It looks amazing! I have a moderate amount of hair on my chest. Like I said, I trim my bush and shave my balls, but that’s all the manscaping I do. Matt doesn’t do any trimming, and his fur is lush and wonderful. There’s not much hair on my back, but my ass is covered in a light coating of fuzz. My hole is hairy, too. I had on my orange jockstrap under my clothes since Matt told me that this was a “no holes barred” weekend. This way, guys would know I was up for anything. It was likely that I’d strip down to my jock as soon as I got in Matt’s house, and I was wondering what (if anything) he would be wearing when I arrived. My excitement level was high as I got on the Uber to his house. I could have driven myself, but I thought I might not want to drive home, so this seemed easier. Also, since I didn't need to focus on driving, I could let my mind run rampant with thoughts about the weekend. The driver dropped me off, and I walked into Matt’s house. He told me to go ahead and just come in and make myself comfortable. There was a card on the table with my name on it. It was a sexy birthday card from Matt, with a note telling me to head down the hall to the playroom when I was ready. I stripped down to my jockstrap and went down to the last room on the left. It’s Matt’s playroom, and I’ve been there many times. The main feature is the sling, but he also has a fuck bench, rim seat, plus a TV, bed, a few chairs, and the regular lineup of lubes, toys, and poppers. Matt was on the bed, wearing a red jockstrap and harness. He was texting someone, sitting back and had his legs bent, showing me the entrance to his sweet hairy ass. He smiled at me and said, “Good to see you. Get in the sling.” I did as requested, positioning my feet in the stirrups and adjusting the pillow behind my head. He let me settle in and hang there for a bit. My ass was hungry, so I reached down and started fingering my hole. “OK, pig, you’re going to get that hole worked over this weekend,” Matt said, laughing at my neediness. “But first, we gotta get you spun.” I thought we’d smoke or maybe do a booty bump, but Matt had a different idea. When he came over to the sling, he had two prepared rigs in his hands. He put one down and said, “That’s for later,” before telling me to stick out my arm. He put a tourniquet on and raised a vein. We’ve slammed before, so he knows where my good spots are. Then, he swabbed it down with a wipe and got ready to point me. “You ready?” he asked. I nodded, and he stuck me, got a register, and then pushed down the plunger. He took off the tourniquet, and I raised my arm in the air. The rush was coming, and I coughed a few times. Matt had moved to the base of the sling and picked up a dildo. He slid the lubed toy into my ass, eliciting a groan of approval and appreciation from me. This wasn’t the largest of the toys that we played with, but it was a good size to start the stretching. Matt is very good at fucking me with a dildo. He’d pull it back and forth, sometimes taking it all the way out but usually keeping it inside me. He was twisting it around and would shake it to send vibrations down my ass. Now, he pulled this dildo out and picked up one with a knot in it. He shoved it in up to the knot quickly, but the knot wasn’t passing through my hole. “Take some poppers,” he commanded. I picked up the bottle, still rushing from the slam, and took two deep hits. When I put the bottle down, Matt gave the dildo another shove, and it slid all the way inside me. Fuck, this felt amazing! The slam, plus the poppers, plus the huge dildo in my ass made me into a happy pig. Matt slowly extracted the dildo from my ass. The next thing to go in was his hand. He lubed up both hands and placed his left at my hole. He used his other hand to pull me onto his hand. Once his knuckles had breached my hole, he eased up in the pressure and let me get used to the invasion. He’s fisted me enough that he knows what I like, and he was going to deliver it to me today. He was flexing and twisting his hand around, just inside the entrance. This gives me a nice stretch and prepares me for the deeper work I was sure would come around. Once he had played at the level for a bit, he used a twisting motion to delve further into my ass. His hand slid to my second hole, and he kept it in place for a while. At that depth, he was just flexing his hand a little bit, but the sensations in my ass were much more pronounced. Matt’s fingers started to probe through the bend, taking them into my colon. This is the wildest sensation. He told me to use some poppers, and once they had taken effect, he slid more of his hand through the bend and deep into my bowels. Once there, the smallest movements of his sent seismic vibrations through me. Looking down, I could see a bump in my stomach, showing where his hand was. It felt amazing and was so stimulating to know that my ass was completely receptive to his hand. Now, he began to remove his hand. He took his time, twisting and flexing on the way out so that I would always know exactly where his hand was in my ass. When he got to the widest part of his hand, he quickly withdrew it from my ass, leaving me empty and wanting more. Now, he picked up a shard to shove in my ass. On top of the recent slam, this would send me soaring. He used four fingers from his hand to slide the shard into my ass. I felt the familiar burn as it started to melt and work its way into my bloodstream. Once I was bumped, Matt walked over to the bed and picked up his phone again, checking the apps to see what was happening.

I love it, an experienced guy guiding the unexperienced straight one... The first foreplay session was very very similar to the one I had with my formerly best friend, now boyfriend. Except for the G-factor, there it wasn't needed as we already were emotionally close and trusted each other.

Hopefully there will be more ☣️

I rather suspect she also sees the Middle East conflict as a losing issue for Democrats and is deliberately choosing to focus on other topics - and fortunately (at least from the standpoint of politics) she has many other crises from which to choose.

I took that event as a push-back on the part of the President's advisors/policy of fairly gentle public statements, vs his private discussions with Israeli officials, and probably generated at the President's insistence. Up until January, it will be Biden's agenda, and while we see kind old Joe in public, there may well be a more blunt guy sitting in the Oval. Diminished now, perhaps, but still the The Guy. Once she's President, I think she'll feel able to be far more blunt in her remarks (and, maybe actions). I think Harris is avoiding making any decisive remarks about the issue, since it's simply not her call until she's seated as President. The crux of this issue, as far as I can figure, is that what used to be called "Christianity" in the US has been re-branded as White Supremacy Excused by a Faith Tradition. These folks who claim to follow the message (the truly ancient one, obviously)* have jettisoned any tie to the New Covenant, relying instead of the same magical, supernatural-based belief systems that other Traditions follow - with the exception that they are "the anointed" ones, while very, very similar and ancient faith traditions are declared to be "wrong". There is simply no truthful introspection behind this mental bias. The above-mentioned percentage exists because their self-centered hatreds are being catered to by charlatans, raking in truckloads of money, and have been doing so for centuries. Institutionalized Religion is the bane of humanity, with zero redeeming qualities. Humans are born into this world with these negative characteristics completely absent. These self-centered (and thus, "other-centered" hatreds) are products of our culture, whoever happens to be "the other". It's only after humans begin to be "culturalized" by the institutions they're raised in, that these people begin to turn off their mental capacities, in favor of the false fervor inculcated as children. Thus we wind up with a Speaker whose goal is "helping bring about 'the end times'. Reportedly, all the "believers" swept up to Heaven, and all the non-believers thrown down into Hell. How's bathing in blood for scaring little kids? Isn't the paradox perversely interesting? I remember in one of the creeds I heard as a kid the phrase "the conversion of the Jews". Now I can't say I thought much about it at the time, other than if they (the Jews) are able to jettison their ancient traditions/beliefs, why aren't we non-Christians able to do that too? Why aren't we (Christians) supposed to recognize the bullshit that we're taught relative to "communion". I don't think any kid relishes the notion of the actual flesh of Jesus, or his blood in our mouths as very appetizing; yet that's the kind of bullshit we were taught. Christian Nationalism - if it triumphs - will be the ruin not only of the US, but the whole damn rest too. Then, the handful of survivors will start the whole process all over again. Yeah, because no one will still be alive. Then, the cycle of humanity will begin all over again, via the handful of survivors. If/when nuclear war actually does happen, it'll be back to the caves for the remnants of humanity. Maybe in 10,000 years, we'll all come back again too .... Rant exhausted .... thanks for your always interesting input. *referring to the "New Covenant"

I've been playing with decently large toys for a little over a year now and I love it. I would do it every morning and evening. The only thing I feel I haven't figured out is a good clean out routine as it can take me anywhere from an hour and half to two hours to prepare. Any advice to help speed this along such diet, the amount of water, etc that might help expedite this? Or is it just the nature of the beast?

Most of those who’ve read my real life “enhanced” experiences may know that I’ve kept a “sex diary” since I was a teen-ager coming out in pre-AIDS New York City. This multi-part entry tells about the longest party weekend I’ve had in all my years back in 2006. I had started to tell this story on another now defunct site almost 10 years ago, but the notebook of my experiences from that time went missing when a friend borrowed the whole set and returned it with one book missing. He found the misplaced notebook just this month while doing a closet overhaul to relieve Corvid Cabin Fever. I will post it as I finish typing and editing, in several parts. P’TOWN PARTYING Part 1 I've always been a huge fan of Provincetown ever since my parents (knowingly!!) sent me there for two full weeks as a 19 year old back in 1982 (to the Pilgrim House, no less, which might as well have been an upscale bathhouse at the time – that part I actually DON’T think they were aware of!). So, why am I such a huge fan? Less attitude than Fire Island and lots of sex. My husband and I even spent five full months a year up there for six years in a row (May - October) and during that time I was one of the models for the 1992 "Joy of Gay Sex", and I wrote a few articles about how to cruise the dunes and the "dick dock" for Scott O'Hara's magazine "Steam". Well, that was the 90s... More recently, we don't get to spend too much time up there, but up until a few years ago there was always a time in August when my other half had to attend a Thursday through Sunday business conference near Boston, so our usual M.O. was to have us drive from NY to the conference center on Wednesday night, staying with my other half at the hotel overnight, and then when he left for his morning session on Thursday have me head to P'Town and check in by early afternoon - he'd take the ferry over after the conference on Sunday evening and we'd stay till the following weekend. This schedule gave me three nights and four days of playing around with his blessing - amazingly he's VERY vanilla despite our 30 years together, and he'd rather I did my major partying and kinkier playing when he's working or away... perfect for both of us. Though I have always been lucky enough to have a lot of really hot play sessions, they are seldom LONG as generally I have to work the next day and my other half prefers that I not stay out all night even if I get home at 5AM. So, this annual “free weekend” arrangement allowed a nice really long extended session for me. One year in particular was probably the best long session I've ever had. It’s certainly got the most entries on one weekend that I ever added to what I call my “sex diary” (if you ever wondered why I remember so many details of my experience, it helps that I write them down right after they’ve happened in a notebook I keep for my old age! I started them way back when I was a teenager). I had been chatting with a guy on-line that I'd been “e-introduced” to by mutual fuck buds. He lived year-round in P'Town, but he had not moved there as yet in the 90s when my hub and I were doing our 5 months a year there. This new bud and I had agreed I would meet him at his house at 3:30 that Thursday afternoon when I arrived in town. He was versatile also and we further agreed to make sure we were both totally cleaned out and popped a blue pill before meeting so we could get right down to chem sex... THURSDAY ARRIVAL AND PREGAME SHOW There was - unbelievably - no traffic that day, and I was checked just after 12 noon – I was lucky my room was actually ready, I was so early! I called my hubby’s hotel and left a message for him that I’d arrived safely. Anyone remember "The Ranch" in the center of town? Half guest house, half bath house - billed itself as a bunk house and was the leather men's place to stay - the second and third floor hallways were the same as any bathhouse and any time day or night you might happen on someone with the door open looking for some action. I had taken my Vitamin V and was all cleaned up and out, back from the communal showers and in my room with the door cracked puffing a little on the glass cock. A guy peeks around the door and asks to borrow some lube - he was actually someone who'd been at the Ranch the same time the last two years, so we'd played around some in prior vacations; he'd seen me coming out of the shower and knew I usually had good lube with me. Like me he was a well-toned blond, though not as hairy in the body as me (and yeah, about 20 years younger!) He looked at the pipe and said "I didn't know you partied! I've always wanted to but my boyfriend won't let me." I told him he didn't know that I partied because generally he was always here during the time when my partner was - and my husband doesn't do it and prefers I pnp when playing by myself. I told this Boston Fratboy to close the door over and come sit down. I asked if his boyfriend were waiting for him and he said he had a couple of minutes while his boyfriend futzed with the porn, but would I like to join them? I said I had a major hookup to go to at 3:30 though I'd come play for a few minutes, but first I was going to give him a taste of partying. I took a huge hit and shot-gunned him, which he said he'd done enough times with the green stuff back in college. He was amazed how smooth it was - I shot-gunned him a few more times, then he took a few big hits of his own - we put down the pipe for a minute or two of mutual ass rimming, then took a few more hits. He gave me a huge tongue kiss and headed back to his room to let his BF know I was going to play with them for a few minutes. I packed my bag for my upcoming long session, and then wandered down the hall in just my jock to the room those guys were in - which was one of the rooms with a sling set up. The BF was a white cub type in the sling, blindfolded, with a bottle of poppers he was huffing. I said "hey, don't get up" and he remembered me from past years and thanked me for coming down, hoping I could join them for a longer period later in the weekend. Fratboy got up from where he was rimming his BF and slid his condom-covered cock into the guy (I'd forgotten they played "safe", ugh). The blindfolded BF was sucking my cock with his head turned to the side, and Fratboy silently mouthed to me "fuck my ass... bare". I tell Bearcub I'm going to go rim Fratboy (which I did for a minute), then lubed him with my lube and slid in - easily! I remembered that the kid was mostly top, like me, and always had a hard time getting fucked. Well not after Miss T made his acquaintance! He was moaning like crazy but careful to say "yeah, rim my fucking ass" rather than what he really wanted to say. I fucked for a few minutes then pulled out, indicating my wrist for "time". I gave his BF a few minutes of oral on his short thick hairy tool, thanked them for the quickie and headed back to my room to get ready to leave. I took a piss, washed my dick, and went back to my room. Fratboy slipped in my door as I was putting on my shorts and sneakers. I raised my eyebrows and he whispered "he's got a vibrating plug up his hole, and I told him I had to piss. I was hoping I could get a couple of more hits from you before you go - and maybe later when he's asleep I could join you guys?" I smiled and shook my head affirmatively - another convert to chemsex! I lit up the pipe while he programmed his number into my cell and we shot-gunned back and forth... He said getting fucked had never been that easy and that he hoped my host friend would let him join the scene later. I told him I would definitely check with my buddy, and he should be ready and cleaned-out for the leather party, “and make sure your fingernails are clipped and filed down…” I also informed him it was an all-bareback party and guys who were poz – including me - would definitely be there and expecting to breed. He said he had no problem with that, so after one last puff he slipped out my door. Cooling and stowing my pipe, I waited for him to get back into his room before I closed my door behind me and locked it. THURSDAY AFTERNOON – LET THE GAMES BEGIN The guy I was meeting was named Jimmy and lived about a 5-minute walk away - ironically only two buildings away from the offices of the summer publication I used to write for! As I turned off Commercial Street, I saw him sitting on his covered front porch that was lifted above street level by about 10 stairs. He was hot - a really tanned white guy with longish blond-white hair and a handsome mischievous face with a bit of a five o'clock shadow. He didn't stand as I approached the porch but smiled and waved one hand - his profile had said he was 5'5" so I knew he wasn't at all what you'd call tall, but that doesn't concern me - hot is hot. I opened the gate he indicated and climbed the stairs to the front porch. There was a solid door at the top and rather than an open railing the porch had a solid wall up to waist height - when I opened the door I saw why he hadn't stood up. He was naked from the waist down other than his socks and his huge dick was hard and bobbing and dripping as he stroked it. I knew his profile and our mutual acquaintances had said he was hung, but sheeee-it this was one of the biggest cocks I'd played with and in the top ten for any white guy I’d encountered. At that moment I was a bit abashed - thank god for the few German genes mixed with my Irish... my cock is completely average in length, though thank god thicker than usual - still, this humongous piece on this obviously short guy had me jealous for a minute! Next to him there was a bong and what looked like a lit Bunsen burner, a can of maximum impact, some lube and a little black case. "Right on time, man, I like that..." he said. "Put your bag there, then sit down, then slide your shorts down so nobody walking by sees we're not wearing much here." I sat and he indicated the burner and bong cautioning me to keep it low below the level of the solid railing. Leaning to my left, I held the bong over the blue jet and with my left hand and watched the clouds start swirling within. I took a huge hit, and he told me "don't move!" as I felt him wrap a band around and then swab my right arm. With amazing ease, I felt the pin prick and warmth spreading from it, then he pulled away counting down from “10”. I exhaled the smoke I'd been holding, and at “1” he pulled the band and I coughed four times. Whoa... this guy knew his business... had to be the best point ever, and the easiest. If I thought I was horny before... jeez, I was an animal now. He stayed on his knees and began sucking licking and mouthing my cock while around it he said low enough that no one walking by could hear - "I pointed as soon as you turned the corner and I recognized you from your picture, and I had to get my mouth full of cock for a minute it got me so horny.” I was going wild and wanted some cock myself - we waited until there was no one passing by and he slid back into his seat, while I melted out of mine and between his legs. I was face to cock with that monster of his and started sucking and drooling all over it and his hot hairy balls. I lifted his legs a bit and got my tongue in his hot little hole while I felt his boy-butter covered fingers sliding into and lubing up my hole. I heard him spraying maximum impact into a cloth and he handed the cloth to me as he leaned down and whispered, “Stay on all fours but turn around and start impaling your hole on this cock... when you get in, sit up so it just looks like you are sitting on my lap.” Sucking the sprayed cloth, I turned around on hands and knees and backed my now very hungry hole up to that massive tool. It slid in amazing easily, showing how well the chems were doing their job. In a word it felt AMAZING, and unlike my usual M.O., I required no time to adjust. I got one leg under me while he held my hips and in a few more seconds I was sitting in his lap with that entire rod buried up inside my hairy blond butt. With our tank tops on and innocent smiles on our faces, we looked like a sweet gay couple just enjoying the afternoon, instead of two chem pigs, fucking in all-but-broad-daylight. I worked my butt muscles on his rod and he moaned, while I just rolled my eyes reveling in how damn good his huge cock felt in me. He leaned down to the burner and subtly got a hit from the bong. Leaning back and turning my head, we kissed and he shot-gunned his hit. The smoke wound up back in his mouth, and picking up a very fake cigarette he very obviously held it to his lips a second before breathing out our cloud of T. Then from below the porch there was a bang of a door which should have shocked me but didn't. A voice called up from below "I'm finished Mr. J... have a good weekend!" I looked down to the street to see the retreating back of a woman carrying some cleaning supplies in one hand and tossing a wave over her shoulder with the other. "What the fuck was that?" I asked with an obvious laugh, and he replied "my cleaning lady was running late today and I didn't want to wait to start our session, so that's why we've been fucking around out here on the porch." I just sat there for a second, still impaled on his huge piece and then starting laughing my head off. He said, “Let’s pull up our shorts and get inside and get the real fun started.” He turned off the burner, and put all his supplies in a wicker picnic basket as I pulled my shorts back on and got my bag. He opened the door and we crossed into the upper floor of the house quickly passing through what I think was the living room with a VERY extensive art collection. There also appeared to be a kitchen, small bedroom, and a bathroom on that level, but he hustled me quickly down a staircase. There was a small office at the bottom (with the door to the outside his cleaning lady had just used) and a locked door on the other side of the landing. Through the door was a huge room that was all play space - one of the best I'd ever seen. There was a sling, a rimseat, a weight bench, saint andrews cross, two mattresses and a couple of those wedge things covered in leather. The walls alternated between Vid Screens, mirrors and black pegboard with all sorts of toys and B&D equipment hanging or in metal cubes... there was a large bathroom that was mostly open to the space that looked more like a locker room bathroom than a home installation. Finally, on what would be the rear wall of the house, there was some kind of small alcove curtained off with black cloth. I smiled at him, nodding and saying "Nice... damn nice" then indicating the street and the office door over my shoulder I trailed off with "but... um". He laughed and said, "No man, the cleaning lady doesn't clean THIS room - only me." He hit a couple of switches and the screens lit - three screens of porn and one that was obviously a cam, split screened with us in the room on one side, and the logo for some cam site on the other. We stripped down completely this time and he opened the cam site pulling a few guys feeds onto the one screen while a small image of us remained for us to see ourselves. I took a good look at him (finally) as he got the bong ready for some hits. He WAS short, 5'5" might have been an exaggeration, but he was ripped and wiry with that huge cock and a sweet little butt - and covered with swirls of blond hair all over his chest, legs, arms, shoulders, ass and cock. We shared some huge hits as more guys "pinged" on the screen to watch us, and then he lay back in the sling and said "blow that chem-smoke up my fucking mancunt". Okay, so you don't have to ask me twice. Really, I catch on to these things rather well... All kidding aside, I got down on the pad under the sling, took a huge rip and sinking my lips onto that freakin’ gorgeous hole, pried him open with my tongue and breathed the cloud into that hole to the best of my practiced abilities. I totally LOVE rimming a man's hole and as usual it made my already hard dick ready to split open. "You've felt mine man, let me feel yours - give the viewers a show here". I stood up and sank my cock right into that fucking hot hole and proceeded to give him a major good pounding. I used the sling to its best advantage, at times pulling him to me, at other times hanging from the bars and rabbit fucking him, even pulling my legs up into the sling so he could suck my toes while I continued hanging from the bars and using my arms and the inertia from the movement to continue to pound into him. We had an awesome ride, until after a while his phone beeped. He asked me to hand him the phone, which I did, and he said "Good! He's right on time" (This guy definitely had something about punctuality - I never did find out what, but that sort of thing went on all weekend). "Who…?" I asked. He smirked, "My 'grocer' is here with a delivery for the weekend, we don't want to run out of Miss Tina, do we?" Vehemently shaking my head "NO", he smiled and said “I'll go let him in". And got up naked and hard and went across the hall. I sat on the weight bench watching the porn and the cam-guys for a minute then heard voices. Now, I'm a native New Yorker, and the fact is that I like hot guys of all races and nationalities - and I can indulge my desire for variety in New York very easily. Provincetown on the other hand, being a Massachusetts seashore resort, is another issue. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a white guy myself and it’s not like I don’t enjoy playing with other white guys, I just enjoy a varied diet when possible. Provincetown has gotten a bit more diverse over the years since I started going there, but is still pretty much white Bostonians and New Yorkers (which do have the Italian and Irish flavors) mixed in with the Quebecois from Montreal, and suburban gay New Englanders and East Coasters. So I was pleasantly surprised when a tall black man came through the door (seeming even taller in juxtaposition with my buddy) with a guy trailing him who looked like he was from one of the local Portuguese fishermen families. Lou, my buddy's 'candy-man' was a tall wiry black man with hair done back in tight cornrows and a tat coming up his neck. The guy with him - who went by the nickname "Vice" - was a stocky olive skinned guy with a huge chest, shoulders and biceps only a straight boy should have, as they were way out of proportion with the rest of him. Turns out I was right in that opinion. Jimmy introduced Lou - who in turn intro'd Vice to both of us. Lou said he hoped I didn't mind the company but he always came to Jimmy's place first on his delivery rounds so he could have a couple of hours to "chill" and get his rocks off before the busy evening delivery period in this gay mecca. He said Vice was one of his best bros, and Vice's "bitch girlfriend" was away taking summer courses and Vice wanted to get high and get his rocks off. Seems he'd never had head or anything from a "cocksucker" before, but when he found out that Lou got down with it and didn't have a problem, he figured he'd tag along and see if he could give it a shot. Okay, cool with me. Soaring as I was, I was up for pretty much anything, and frankly I love groups. Lou loaded up a big ole bong of his own from his bag, filled the base with something and then started pulling his clothes off - "come on, bro" he said to the hesitating Vice, who then proceeded to pull off his team logo shorts and wife beater. Lou was seriously defined with like 2% body fat, wiry with a nice sized piece (not as big as Jimmy's) and Vice was a fireplug of muscle with a bit of a beer gut for one so young, and an uncut piece that hung down over his balls nicely. He seemed like a satyr - really hairy from the waist down and almost no body hair from there up. Lou was a bit plumped already, but Vice was obviously a little intimidated and totally flaccid. Jimmy surreptitiously switched ONE of the porn vids to one that was bi with women in it along with the studs (sound down, thank god) and Lou fired up the magic cauldron and passed it around. As we breathed out our hits, Lou said to me "oh shit man, I forgot to ask - are you one of them ‘just tops’?" I smiled and said "no, I'm versatile - I like as much variety as I can get: sucking and getting sucked; fucking and getting fucked; rimming and getting rimmed... you get the picture." "Yeah, I'm down with that... so why don't you give this big black dealer dick a taste then man." I dropped to my knees and took that dick in one fell swoop. Vice muttered "Holy Shit" under his breath and Lou stopped and gave him the bong and said - why don't you sit down on the mattress there and take some hits and watch the scene so you can get used to it and get into it..." Then Jimmy said, "Are both you guys showered?" They both nodded. "Then watch this, Vice," he said as he pulled Lou and I toward the rimseat. He said to Lou, "we're both at your service... my New York bud here loves to fuckin’ toss salad till the cows come home." I got down on the matting and pulled myself under the rimseat while Jimmy pushed the leather pillow behind my neck. Lou took the glass cock back from Vice for a minute and gave me a huge shotgun, then returned the bong to Vice while Jimmy sprayed Maximum Impact into the bandanna, stuffed it into my mouth and against my nose and I inhaled deeply. Then Lou slowly sank his hot freakin’ butt over my face, settling himself into the rimseat while my brain exploded, and I went at his hole with my tongue like a madman. My rock-hard cock was swaying in the breeze for only a moment then I felt Jimmy's tight butt sinking down on me. "Yeah boy, fuck yourself on that cracker dick while you worship my big black cock boy". Sure enough, the sounds of dick being very eagerly sucked came from above my head. "Holy fuckin' shit... that’s fuckin crazy dude" was Vice's muttered comment. I heard the bubbling of the waterpipe as he took more and more hits. "shit, man... holy shit" he kept muttering in between. I was in fucking pig heaven, the only thing that could have made it better would have been a cock in my ass, which I was hoping wouldn't be too far off. After a while, Lou said to Vice... come over here man, and let these cocksuckers service you a bit too. Lou stood up, telling Jimmy to stay where he was... he took a huge rip from the pipe and knelt to shotgun it to me. Before he did I whispered "fuck my ass once I'm rimming him and Jimmy's sucking him". He nodded and passed me the hit. Then another whiff of the aroma filled bandanna and Vice was standing over me with his big hairy butt and yeah, I could smell from his legs he'd just showered (my one turn off is scat - too sensitive a nose). I heard Jimmy taking a hit, then Vice took another one and Lou pressed the newly sprayed bandanna to Vice's face and told him to breathe long and deep. While he did, Lou got one of the wedges and with Jimmy still sitting in my lap with my dick in his ass, Lou pushed the wedge under us. Lou then commanded Vice to sit down, and that straight hairy hole lowered itself to my waiting face. It was a work of art really, just a beautiful manhole. And as my tongue started its dance I found out he tasted REALLY good. And boy did he start to moan, especially when Jimmy started deep-throating him. Then finally I felt Lou’s hand around my butt and his finger pushed something small and sharp into me, and I realized he had booty bumped me. He muttered, "Fuck yeah man, enjoy the tweak..." and amazingly the next thing I felt was his goddamn tongue! Vice blurts out "Holy Fuck bro!" watching his friend munch another guys butt. I moaned as Lou rimmed me and the crystal started melting inside me. He pulled his tongue out, got up and sank his big dick right into my hole, sighing the whole way. Goddamn he felt good and I went even crazier on Vice's straight boy hole. "Oh shit, man, oh shit... this is so wrong... but wickie hot" (which he pronounced "hawt"). Lou threw me an awesome fuck, and I heard the bubbling as Vice took more and more hits off the water pipe, interspersed with him repeating "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck". "Yo man you ready to try some of this tight hole?" I heard Lou asking Vice. "Fuck yeah man!" was the response although when Vice stood he seemed a bit reluctant to take his hole away from my probing tongue. Lou came to stand over my head, while Vice got between my legs. As he was about to shove right in Lou stops him and says "Yo bro, a little courtesy here? You gotta’ wet down that mancunt before you fuck it..." Vice seemed ready to balk, but Lou said "Fuck dude, you watched me do it... bro you lick pussy and this is actually better. Just do it man..." He sprayed up the bandanna and shoved it in to Vice's face telling him to pull deep, he held it for a long time and Vice just whispered "aw that wickie hot..." again. Lou gave me the cloth and I breathed deep and then that tight black ass was heading my way again. Jimmy is still bouncing on my cock and says, "yeah man let me eat that big licorice stick...". Vice's tentative first licks started becoming downright enthusiastic and he and I both moaned as he did so. After a minute he pulled his face away and then that uncut linguica of his started into my willing hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" was pretty much the only sound Vice could make as he started to slowly fuck, then really pound my hole. I forgot how "enthusiastic" the young could be! I think Lou, Jimmy and I knew Vice could not hold that pace for long, so Lou said to Jimmy, “slide off your buds cracker dick and sit down on this dealer cock – you can face away and suck your juices off his dick…” which, indeed Jimmy prepared to do. I missed being in that hot hole, but I was glad he was going to enjoy another cock other than mine, as I kind of felt like I unintentionally wound up monopolizing the scene and it was HIS scene after all! As Jimmy got himself positioned, Lou basically commanded Vice to jerk my cock while he fucked me and Jimmy got into place. I felt Vice tentatively wrap his hand around my tool and start to pull on me, gaining more confidence as he went on… Jimmy impaled his pighole on Lou and started riding like he’d joined the rodeo. Soon enough, Vice was bellowing and blowing a load up my hole, and Lou more quietly did the same for Jimmy, who never did get around to blowing me at that point. After a lot of heavy breathing, Lou said they had deliveries to make and they’d best be finishing up with us “for now” – which I found encouraging! We were all standing and shaking out our muscles and Vice asked if there was somewhere he could clean up a bit and piss, so Jimmy led him off to the bath. Lou just looked at me and smiled, put his finger to his lips in a “shush” motion, went to his jeans and handed me a small envelope. “That’s for a seriously good time man, on the house,” he whispered “I’ve been wanting to get that Portuguese homeboi into some more serious shit for a while and you guys just got him off to an excellent start… thanks. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around this weekend…” I thanked him and stuffed the envelope into a compartment in my bag, then used some wet ones to clean off a bit as Jimmy and Vice returned. “We need to do some business,” Jimmy said drawing Lou toward the door. “We’ll be in the office, you two chat amongst yourselves, or whatever else you choose to do…” Lou indicated the water pipe on the way out, so I picked it up and fired up the torch as Vice said, “Fuck that was freaky man – never had a BJ like that, never had a cunt as tight as your ass, and fuck – what your tongue was doing to my ass… wickie cool.” “Yeah,” I said, as I filled the torch with butane “sex on this can be pretty awesome – and with a dude too, cause there’s no expectation or bullshit like marriage or getting knocked up.” “You got that dude,” he said as I fired up the pipe and took a huge hit – I indicated my mouth and his to see if he wanted a shot gun hit, he looked a bit weirded-out, looked around and then leaned in. I fed him the smoke and we actually had a bit of a tongue duel as his prior inhibitions continued to ebb away from him. “So did you enjoy yourself today Vice?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied, “freaky but wickie hot.” I handed him the glassware and the flame and he took the biggest rip I’d seen him do yet, put them down, and then grabbed my ass with both hands, and with a smirk pulled me in for a shotgun. Pleasantly surprised with his sudden aggressiveness, I put my arms around his neck and shoulders and wrapped one leg around his waist letting his now re-hardening cock to slide below my balls, through my crack and against my hole. “Lou was pretty certain he was coming back for more sometime later,” I said. “I sure hope you’re still cool with this and up for coming back too, I’d like to give you some more of what I gave you earlier…” “Yeah man? You really like gettin’ fucked a lot, don’tcha?” I looked at him for a second and said, “Yep. But don’t get me wrong dude, I like to fuck as much or even MORE than I like to get fucked. Shit, if you weren’t straight, I’d be all up in that freakin’ gorgeous ass of yours, but don’t worry, I respect limits…” He looked shocked for a second and then laughed. “Seriously, Vice, for me that’s one of the most awesome things about mansex – I get to try ALL the positions, from both directions. I did my share of pussy when I was younger, but for ME, it’s just not as exciting, and you sure can’t switch roles so to speak!” He chuckled again, shook his head and said “Man, I gotta’ give it up to you. You’re cool, very cool… yeah, I’ll prob’ly be back later with Lou and tap that ass again…” I dropped to one knee, took a quick suck on his rod and said “I look forward to it…” before I took his pole most of the way in and began a slow goodbye suck. He rifled my hair a bit, moaned a little, and then a minute or two later asked “You really think I have a nice looking ass?” Bingo! Licking around his head I answered, “oh yeah dude, SERIOUSLY nice…”. He started to get dressed then, as we heard Jimmy and Lou coming back from their “business” in the office. Before they left, Lou said that Jimmy told him I was staying at The Ranch and asked if I could invite him into the place before Saturday – seems the management didn’t want him just coming like the ice cream man to sell, which would be too obvious, BUT if he were invited in by a guest to play, and then just happened to meet some people whom he could help out, that would be okay. “Sure,” I told Lou and Vice, “I’ll likely be back there for a break tomorrow afternoon and early evening… if I’m not here, I’m there – room 21.” I also gave both of them my cell number. As he was about to leave, Lou turned and said “I suppose you two will be working the holes later?” and Jimmy replied in the affirmative. “Holes?” I asked when they’d gone. For an answer, Jimmy pulled aside the black curtain around the small alcove… “I have my own private Glory Holes,” Jimmy told me. What looked like a former coal chute or maybe a woodshed attached to the back of the house had been converted to Jimmy’s own private oral paradise. Seems he had a system of lights on the side of his house. If there was a green light shining instead of white, the hole was open… TWO green lights meant two holes were open. How this news got around to locals, I’m not quite sure, although the winters are REALLY long, grey and boring up there, so I guess anything like that would get around… I was intrigued by the whole concept to say the least.

Honey, I accidentally cut my finger while preparing lunch and my guy licked blood coming from there. Now I have no longer blood but... I'd have inserted my finger inside your slutty pozzed up hole

Nice

Me on my knees sucking a daddy bear who's wearing a leather harness, a ripe jock (pulled aside while I suck), and smoking a cigar. He's talking dirty to me, maybe texting a buddy of his to come over and join us. Maybe he blows a load down my throat and then shows me how to puff on a cigar while he recovers for round 2 where he fucks me... Maybe after i get him nice and hard he tells me to turn around and blows the cigar smoke at my hole and rims me before he pushes in and fucks and breeds me. Maybe it's a combination of both, he feeds me the first load, we relax a little, I start sucking him again while his buddy comes over to join us, daddy 1 fucks me while I suck the new daddy...then they just take turns fucking me until they both breed me. Could probably think of another fantasy where I top some twink or cub or something too, but been in more of a bottom mood lately.

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Samantha moaned in pleasure with her young lover fingering her. Then slowly fisting her. When Caleb pulled his hand out. Her pussy was so swollen that it looked like a flower bloomed in spring. Caleb laid Samantha on her back on the couch. His nine inch cock laid on top of her pussy. Teasing it. Samantha was excited and nervous about Jordan catching them. Yet Caleb who was just a teenager. Taught her it was ok to cut loose and be as sexual as you wanted. For the next couple of hours. Caleb and Samantha were fucking like crazy. While an unsuspecting Jordan slept soundly upstairs. A car backfiring woke Jordan out of a sound sleep. He looked over and saw Samantha wasn’t there. He checked the time. It was after one in the morning. He figured she fell asleep on the couch. Jordan went to get a glass of water and to his shocking surprise. He saw Samantha riding Caleb on his favorite chair. With Samantha back against the stairs she didn’t see her husband. But Caleb did. And he smiled at Jordan with a knowing that I’ve been fucking your wife. Jordan felt range of emotions. Anger. Hurt. He wanted to beat the shit out of Caleb. But physically knew he couldn’t. He remembered the prenup. Samantha gets nothing and only visitant rights. Jordan went back to his room. But didn’t sleep. About an hour or so later. Samantha came to bed. Caleb left. She got undressed. She looked at herself naked. Feeling guilty. Excited. Sexy. Desirable. But she wanted it from her husband. She climbed into bed next to him. Jordan. Pretending to be asleep. Was angry and hurt. He didn’t know what to say. He needed time to work it out for himself. Jordan decided to confront Caleb. Not Samantha. “Hello Caleb.” Jordan said. “Why have you been fucking my wife?” ”Because I can.” Caleb answered in a tone that made Jordan want to hit him. “Samantha is a desirable woman.” Caleb continued. “She needs to feel loved and wanted.” “She’s a good student in learning to free herself of any restraints she had on herself sexually.” ”We want to have another baby.” “I can’t give that to her.” “But you can.” Jordan said surprising himself and even Caleb. “How are you supposed to tell her?” Caleb asked. “She ended things with me last night.” ”From what I saw.” “It looked as you two would go on forever.” I’ll pay you to help us have another baby.” Jordan said. “If I agree to this and she becomes pregnant by me.” “What is she going to say or do?” She may not have it.” Caleb asked. ”I have a plan.” Jordan said. So Caleb and Samantha would continue to have incredible sex. She would also have the same boring sex with Jordan. Jordan was with Samantha when she went to the doctor and learned she was pregnant. Both couldn’t contain their excitement. Nine months later another beautiful baby boy. Named Peter. Looking a lot like both his mother. And father Caleb. Who was paid handsomely by Jordan without Samantha’s knowledge. But Caleb and Samantha continued having sex with each other without Jordan’s knowledge.

Between age 18 and 21 I was only interested in sex for pleasure and had no trouble finding similar aged partners to play with, but sometimes they would give me gifts or money after the fact. I was hit on a lot by older men in business suits who offered me money for sex but I just wasn't into that. Then one evening I went to meet a man who described himself as an agent for London fashion models on his business card, and after the meeting he offered me a ride home, but once I was in his car he told me to pull my dick out. Assuming this was his version of a casting couch I didn't want to rock the boat and complied. He just wanted to suck my dick and swallow my cum but he did give me a ride home and paid me for it. It led to a few visits to his place in London that he paid generously for, and then offered me an "opportunity" to earn a lot of cash in a single year if I allowed myself to be auctioned as a sex slave for a year at an event that was basically an international millionaire's club meeting. Who knows how that would have worked out if I'd gone along with it but to me it felt like being treated like a piece of meat, and if a single evening made me feel that way how was an entire year going to make me feel, so I opted out of the auction. A year or so later I found out he wanted to pimp me out to friends of his who were very much in the public eye and needed absolute discretion. At that point there was no doubt that I was having sex for money. It led to meeting some very interesting people for a couple of years, as well as some awkward questions at work - until my immediate boss got a call from my "fashion model agent", who turned out to have some very powerful friends in very high places, and told my boss to mind his own damn business and to stop asking questions because my activities were "Top Secret". I was a JNCO in the British Army at the time so secrecy and security were very much in the picture.

I’m much older than you , but generally I find that dark rooms in sex clubs and saunas are much less discriminating. Good luck out there, and remember it’s a numbers game.

So hot. I feel like it’s greedy of me to ask but will the next instalment be faster than two months? It’s just so fucking hot. Also, more of a minor change but you’ve called him Jeffrey and now Jeremy.. I can’t wait to see them together taking raw loads at the bathhouse 😈☣️

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I was sucking on M's cock taking the whole thing in my mouth, gettinf every last drop of his cum out. My God, the taste was delicious. His cock tasted like cum and my ass juice. It was completely intoxicating. I was not being delicate with my sucking. It was loud and sloppy sounding. Slurping his softening cock in my mouth. I could tell his cock had the post cum sensitivity by the way his body would jolt around when i sucked on the head of his fat cock. I pulled my face away from his cock and just admired him. He was so fucking beautiful. His face was kind, his body was perfection, and his cock...his thick meaty, heavy cock. It just hanged there between his massive thighs. It gave me a new appreciation of his cock actually. It wasnt small or even average. On a normal man, his cock would look enormous. But because his legs were so thick, his cock looked average. His thick cock matched his thick muscular body, even down to the vein running down the middle of his cock. His arms were above his head, and his hands covering his face. He was trying to recenter himself aftet a very hard fuck and a very intense cum that he had. His body was still quivering. I just took in this incredible sight. I wanted to commit this moment to my memory bank. I was so incredibly turned on by this man. His brothers hands were rested on my ass cheeks. He was gently massaging them. Lightly digging his fingers into my muscles. Pushing my cheeks together, then pulling them apart. Briefly exposing my used asshole. Then massaging them back together. It felt incredible. I was still so high and the feeling of being touched was honestly amazing and i was feeling so greedy for his touch. I could feel his thumbs inching toward my hole. He was making circular motions on my asshole with both thumbs, alternating which thumb ran across my abused pussy. He was testing to see if i could take anymore. He obviously hadnt met a slut like me. The pain of getting my hole wrecked actually was part of the pleasure. I just dropped my chest to the floor, arched my back, and let out a long, soft, and sensual moan. Fuck, I wanted more. And i couldn't wait to feel his long cock knocking deep inside me. I held onto M's ankles and started to lick his toes as S stood up behind me and lined his cock up to my hole. He slowly pushed inside my wrecked and swollen pussy. He pushed passed my sphincter and kept going. He made his way deep inside me. I could feel every inch. Thr way his raw cock pulled at the skin of my raw hole. Brushing against my prostate the whole way. He pushed until he bottomed out in my deep hole. Now, if you've never had the distinct pleasure of taking a truly massive, long cock. There is something about that feeling of having ut bottom out inside you. All cocks feel incredible when you're getting fucked. But, a cock that is long enough to find the very deepest part of your hole. There is no comparison to that feeling of rearranging your guts. Especially once they really get going and knock that part inside you, the second sphincter. It usually doesnt happen in the first few pumps. But when you get used to getting the depths of your hole doscovered and you start to relax. When you start to push out your hole. That long cock will start to open the second hole inside your pussy. S was there. I was so open and relaxed after taking many fucks already this night. After M fucked his fist inside me. S's long cock on only a few pumps had my pussy pushing out and ready to receive him. He had already found my second hole. Its uncomfortable at first. A little painful. But jf you can push passed that discomfort and pain, i promise you, there is nothing more pleasurable than having a man unlock that for you. I let out a long and guttural moan. It came from the very depth of my soul that S had unlocked for me. He was pushing passed my second hole. It was incredible. He pulled all the way out, and then slid right back in. As he pushed his big cock inside my hole, i pushed put. I wanted him as deep inside me as possible. I leaned back into his body and pushed out my pussy hard. My hole was making all sorts of gurgling noises. I didn't care. The only thing I cared about in that moment was hole deep his cock was going. Again, he pulled out. As he pulled out i squeezed my sphincter hard. I didnt want to feel him leave my body. Then he thrust back in. Again, I pushed out my pussy. He started to speed up, knowing how hard and deep I could take it. He grabbed my hips, i could feel his strong hands grip me hard, i knew he was preparing to rail me. I couldnt wait. I asked if he had the poppers and he stopped with his cock lodged deep insidd me. He tapped my back with them and handed them over to me. I took long deep hits. I felt like I was hitting them so deep my lips were turning blue. I passed them back to him and heard him takijg some deep hits while my body melted to the floor. M had sat back down on the couch and i held onto his feet. I could hear the deep beats from the house music that was thumping, but it seemed so far away. The only thing that I could feel was that massive cock in my loose pussy. I reached back and held my ass cheeks apart to give full access of my hole to S. I needed him as deep inside me as possible. He started his thrusts again. They started slow and deliberate, but gained speed. I just pushed my asshole out and let him ride me. He was hitting so deep inside me that I started to lose control. I could feel the twinge in my useless shriveled cock. It just hung down between my legs, but the sensation of his pounding gave it this feeling of life. My prostate was being throttled. The muscle running down my inner thigh was firing and an incredible feeling was overcoming my body. He was digging his cock straight down into my hole. He knew exactly where to pound. I was having an anal orgasm. But I also started to leak precum like crazy. I was overcome with an overwhelming sensation and i started cumming. Handsfree. My soft, shriveled dick was shooting stream after stream of cum. It made the feeling of getting fuckdd by this massive cock so intense. I started to cry out. My hole was so sensative. But he didnt relent. He grabbed my hips even tighter. His thrusts became harder. He was relentless. I could feel his rock hard cock pounding my ass. His skin sticking to mine as he bottomed out in my hole. Our bodies were so sweaty after so much MDMA and poppers. I could feel his hands slipping off my hips and him readjusting them to get a tighter grip. His thrusting was animalistic. He was grunting and calling me names. Beating up my hole. I was lost in the fuck. My soul was outside my body, and just as I felt like I completely left my body, he would spank my ass hard snd i would come back into my body. I was moaning loud. I had already cum, both anally and from my cock handsfree. The abuse my hole was taking was really painful, but i wouldn't give in, i needed to make him cum. Just as I thought my body wouldn't be able to take anymore, the tightness of my body after orgasming gave up. His fucking started to feel good again. That pain released and turned back to pleasure. The poppers had started to wear off and I was back in my body. Back in control of my pussy. I started to match his thrusts. One of the best things of MDMA is that it usually takes a really long time to cum. So when you're bottoming, you get to feel that incredible sensation of being used for a lot longer than you would sober. And these brothers were putting that to the test for me this time. I started to squeeze my asshole everytime he would pull out and loosen it when he would push in. I would throw my ass back into his forward thrust. I was gonna earn that load if it was the last thing I do. We kept going and going. it felt as if we were the only two people on the planet. Noone else existed except for us. I dont know how long we were fucking, but he threw me around in all sorts of positions. He fucked me in doggy, I rode him, and finally on my back. He was dripping sweat from his chest into my mouth. It was salty and was driving me fucking wild. I was so turned on, feeling this massive cock destroying my asshole. Finally, i could feel his body start to tense up. It was coming. He was cumming. His already massive cock grew more rigid and thick inside me. He started to hold his breath. Then he gave out a loud yell as he unloaded inside me. I was completely spent. I had had full body orgasm after full body orgasm, i had cum handsfree, i was fisted. Holy fuck. I was fisted. I couldnt believe this. It was already morning outside. I had been fucked for hours. By four different guys. I had all their loads inside me. I was so fucking exhausted. S collapsed ontop of me. I just rubbed his head and back and played with his sweaty hair i reached a hand and found M's body too. Somehow we all ended up in S's bed. Im not sure when or how that happened. But i was glad for it. The three of us laid there. I jusy rubbed their bodies and scratched their backs and replayed the whole night in my mind over and over and over again. The boys fell asleep as I touched them. This was surreal. I still can't really believe that this happened. This was every fucked up fantasy that I had ever imagined and then some. I couldn't sleep at all. I was still all wired from thr MDMA and the experience. But i stayed in that bed with those perfect men until the middle of the day when we woke up. We had coffee together and discussed everything that had happened. We all recounted whaybwe could remember. We laughed at some of the things that we did and how crazy we all found it. We all agreed that we probably shouldn't tell anyone what went on at S's place after the bar. I know what happens when you play with straight friends, it usually gets weird afterwards. I am hoping that this isnt the case here, because they are both really great guys and I want to keep spending time with them. I also dont know if I would party like that again. It was fun...fuck...it was absolutely incredible. But I know where that road can lead, so I don't think I can. But in this case, im really glad that we all let loose and lived in that moment.

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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VI: Outsourcing the Infection: It’s been almost three weeks since the joint pozzing of the twins Caleb and Callum…they haven’t yet exhibited any signs of the fuck flu but as both of them headed back to college after Spring Break — Caleb back to Florida and Callum back to Berkeley - they promised they would take the home tests at the first sign of anything. But the knowledge that I have successfully converted them - for I know it in my soul and I know it in my fat pierced poz cock whenever I think about it - has sustained me during this busy work period. That, and the fact that I had only 4 days until some time off and my flight to Chicago to get my viral load into unsuspecting Instagay Kyle. Speaking of work, it had gotten real busy lately with various projects I was heading up, this was interfering with my time and opportunity to elevate guys into the brotherhood. Just about all the free time i had during the day was when i would go for a run early in the morning. One such morning, after running for a bit, I stripped off my shirt as usual, proudly displaying the poz tattoo I had worked so hard for, and which I was working hard on getting my first “X” to signify my membership in The Ten. I had 2 confirmed pozzing in Justin and Benny and 2 I know were poz just not officially yet in the twins, but I was never gonna be satisfied with only 4 successful conversions, not if I wanted that X. As I’m making my way back to the building, an older man I see sometimes walking his dog waved me over to him. Nearing him, he called out to me: “Does that tattoo mean what I think it means, son?” “Sure does,” I said instantly, having reached the point in this journey of not caring who knows it. “So are you shooting blanks or live ammo,“ he asked. “100% toxic HVL, with 4 confirmed pozzings,” I answered proudly, counting Caleb and Callum who weren’t yet official but I knew it had happened. “Nice…I have a proposal for you, can you walk with me for a moment?” Intrigued, I walk with him and he explains his name is Mitch and he’s 75 years old. He’s in damn good shape for being 75, I think to myself. “I’ve been poz since before you were born, Randy.” Got it from my first-ever boyfriend - we were chorus boys on Broadway together. He is no longer with us. We were together 15 years before it took him, but somehow, it never took me. I got on meds as soon as they came out and I’ve been undetectable for over 20 years now.” “Oh, no,” I think to myself, “is this the start of a lecture?” He continued: “Which means at my age, it would be unwise to stop taking the meds, but my young boy, well he wants what you have.” He pulled out his phone and navigated to a picture of his boy who I learn is named Clark and is 28 years old. He and Mitch have been together for 6 years. “Don’t get me wrong,” Mitch went on, “I can still fuck him like I’m a young buck,” I just can’t give him what he needs, which is HIV. - how times change and I almost can’t believe I’m asking this, but would you be willing to poz my boy Clark? I would want to watch you do it, and i want to fuck your toxic load further into him after you’re done…that way, I’ll have a part in the process.” I am elated at this…the chance to infect a young guy like Clark with his older BF to watch! “You name the time and place, Mitch, it’ll be my pleasure to poz him up for you!” MItch and I exchange numbers and it turns out he lives only around the corner from me. “I’ll go home now and tell him the good news, Randy,” Mitch exclaims “he’s gonna be so excited. He’s seen you jogging and the tattoo, but was too shy to ask himself.” We go our separate ways and I make my way back to my building and as I’m putting the key in the door, I sense someone behind the stairwell and quickly turn around but the figure has gone, I hear faint footsteps going down the stairs. Must be my building admirer, the one who taped that note to my door - he hasn’t made himself known to me since then, but I’m hoping he’ll work up the nerve to ask me to bring him into the poz brotherhood. In the meantime, I shower and sit down to my workday, which is a lot of meetings, mostly incredibly dull and I’m daydreaming about all the guys I’ve infected and still to convert over to poz. Just then, a text comes through from Caleb in Florida. An Oraquick home test: 2 lines. He’s poz! “You did it, Sir, just with 2 fucks and you took away the negativity in my life! Thank you! Before I even have a chance to respond, a new text comes through from Callum in Berkeley. Another home test and another poz result! “Look at this, Sir, you got me!” I’m so happy despite this terrible fuck flu! And I was so horny despite it I went out and fucked two guys at Steamworks last night!” I quickly made a group text with the twins “That’s it, boys, revel in your poz status and go forth and spread my strains!” I was now almost halfway to my first “X” to go next to my biotat, with 4 confirmed pozzings and now Mitch’s young boyfriend Clark would get me 50% of the way… I text Mitch: “Great to meet you this morning. I’m ready whenever Clark and you are ready for the upgrade.” “Can you come over tomorrow night,” he responded, “I’ll have him ready for you.” I arrived at their house the next night at the appointed time, toothbrush in hand. Ringing the bell, I heard Mitch call out “It’s open, just come in.” In the back bedroom was Mitch who at 75 was still rocking a tight body - those years of dancing on stage really paid off for him. Mitch was balls deep up inside Clark, a cute slender guy on all fours while his 75-year old daddy boyfriend was pounding his ass. I could see from behind that Clark had a cock cage on which was swinging with Mitch’s pounding into him. Clark’s hands and feet were each bound with leather straps. I took out the toothbrush from my pocket, and Mitch looked over and said “Don’t bother with that, I brushed him up good before we started. I want to be as much a part of the process I can, so I thought I’d get his hole warmed up for you. I brushed it for a good 5 minutes before so he should be ready to receive.” With that he pulled out, a bright streak of blood red followed Mitch’s substantial cock out of Clark’s ass. “Once you cum in him, I’m gonna go back in a fuck it deeper into him if that’s OK.” “Hey, he’s your property, I’ll do whatever you want with him,” was my reply. Mitch moved over to in front of Clark and leaned in to speak to him a bit. “Here’s the top who will poz you, my boy.” You will take his cum and hopefully he’ll infect you with it, just like we talked.” “100% conversion rate, so no ‘hopefully’ about it, it will happen”, I tell them. Clark nodded OK and took Mitch’s hard cock deep down his throat. “OK,” Mitch said, pointing to me, “do it now,” I said my standard final warning: “This is where I say that once I’m in you, I won’t pull out until I poz you, no matter what” “Go for it,” Mitch urged. “Poz him up!” I mounted up on Clarks hole, my cock pre-cumming as usual from the excitement of getting to poz up another neg hole. Clark’s ass felt warm and silky from Mitch’s preparation of it for me; I knew this wouldn’t be a long fuck but it sure felt nice and warm. As I was working up on a stroke rhythm inside and out of Clark’s ass, Mitch held him and whispered some poz talk to him: “He’s gonna gift you now, you fucking whore” “You’re getting his HIV now, pig” “You gonna turn into a poz pup for me now!” I joined in a bit with “Already, my viral precum is infecting you, faggot!” “You’d getting pozzed as we speak!” All this poz talk got me close to popping as my cock inside Clark’s hole expanded even more in preparation for releasing my HIV into this kid’s hole…and soon it burst forth with about 10 injections of pure HVL poz seed. I collapsed over his back squeezing from my cock the last drops of virus for his scratched up hole. “OK, I’ll take it from here, thanks!” Mitch instructed and with that I withdrew from his BFs hole and Mitch walked around his boy, placing his fat cock back inside Clark as he fucked in my cum further inside his hole. “Fucking that toxic load into your hole now!” Turning to me, he said “Thanks a million, Randy. I’ll let you know if it worked. You can go now.” I leaned into Mitch to give him a deep kiss and as we separated from it he whispered “Thank you for pozzing him.” I put my still hard cock back into my jeans and quietly left them to fuck some more. On the walk back to my building, I checked my messages and my building admirer sent me a DM on twitter: “I’m ready for it, if you want to take me into the club. Apartment 4B, anytime.” My cock stirred once more…Entering my building, I pressed the elevator button for “4,” and I was now gonna be 60% of my goal. Today was a good day.

Here's the fifth installment of probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was at a 4 day business convention in New Hampshire and was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown during those 4 days, joining me after his convention (for his much more vanilla style sex). Spent Thursday with buddy Jimmy who'd hosted a hot orgy for me Thursday night, but had to bail for Friday for a personal emergency, at the same time Lou the local candy-man also had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - and Kieran, a blond Boston frat boy type also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie, along with Karl a German Houseboy and the Manager Zar. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me, at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on an even stormier Friday afternoon. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 5 ...Lou called Vice’s phone to let him know he was less than 10 minutes away and could we come down and let him in and bring him to my room. Vice shrugged and tried to remove his suction cups – I showed him how, and he gasped as I did. We quickly popped on some shorts and sneakers with me in a vest and Vice in one of my wifebeaters. Leaving the room, we paused to take a piss then headed downstairs to where Lou was already waiting on the porch... PART 5: FRIDAY INTERLUDE; BUSINESS AND PLEASURE We passed through the Lobby/Living Room area where we noticed a few of the other guests sitting around the room watching “Spartacus” of all things, nodding at them as a couple murmured “hey” or “hello” with some appraising looks at the two of us. Excusing ourselves to go around a couple of leather dudes who were checking in at the office just inside the front door, we slipped outside to find Lou waiting on the porch in one of the lounge chairs. He looked up with a big toothy smile when he saw us. “Yo-ho-ho my motha-fuckas, THAT was one shit-storm of a day. I am so glad to be back here in the land of make-believe…” he trailed off as he noticed Vice’s very non-plussed expression. “Did you solve your problem, yo?” Vice asked his pseudo-boss. “Yes, I did though it was a bitch and a half, and chill my man, I truly wasn’t leaving you out, I was just trying to spare you some serious unpleasantness and didn’t want you to get sucked into what could have been real dangerous if it had all gone south. Just being protective dude… you forgive me?” Vice shook his head with a bit of reluctance I thought, but then gave a little smile and nodded again. “Good. Now did the J-man here treat you right while I was gone? Did you have a nice educational day?” Lou joked. “Yo, J here gave me a wickie hawt day, I learned a hella’ lot I’d never get from that bee-atch! J and his buddies made me feel right at home.” Lou gave me a leer from behind Vice’s shoulder, then smirked, “Did he now? I knew I could count on this man. Speaking of which, can we please go inside and get out of this cold wet depressing excuse for an afternoon and brighten things up inside?” Using my key, I re-opened the door and held it open for the two of them as they swept into the lobby, each carrying one of Lou’s knapsacks along with what looked like a bakery bag in the hot Candyman’s left hand. The movie watching crowd looked up as we came in, and if they liked the looks of the two of us they saw going OUT a minute ago, they were even more intrigued by the three of us coming back IN. I was once again reminded of how few people of color there were in P’town, so different from New York. To break the staring, I looked over at the TV screen and striking a heroic pose barked out “I’m Spartacus!...” only to have Lou repeat “I’m Spartacus!..” and then several of the guys in the room followed doing the same, while Vice looked both astonished and clueless. After a general laugh, I said in a normal voice “I actually love this movie”. “You should have come down earlier, we had ‘Jason and the Argonauts’ and ‘Clash of the Titans’ before that” stated one of the senior daddies on the couch, to which I replied, “That makes so much sense in this place, even the camp is butch.” A roomful of laughs was followed by “Of course you were probably having a bit more fun than we were…” from someone else in the matinee crowd, causing Vice to go red all the way to the ears even as he laughed along. We turned for the stairs to head to my room and from the office heard the voice of Zar, the manager call us from across the registry counter. “Sir,” he addressed Vice, “could you excuse your two friends for a moment? I need to speak with them in private for a couple of minutes.” Handing my keys to Vice, I told him to head to the room and we’d be up in a minute while Zar indicated the door to the office to Lou and me with a silent jerk of his head. “Don’t worry, it’s cool, they’ll just be a few minutes” said Zar to Vice with the sincerest smile I’d ever seen out of him. The young hottie grabbed Lou’s other sack and the bakery bag and headed upstairs while we were ushered into the office with the door being closed and locked behind us and the night shutters closed above the counter. Having secured privacy, Zar turned to the two of us, shaking his head with a wry expression. “Well, well, well, well, well… I must admit Aloysius, I am a bit surprised just WHOSE guest you are, …” My eyebrows shot up and I mouthed at him “Aloysius?” Lou just shrugged. “And why would that be, Balthazar?” came Lou’s laconic reply. While I was trying to absorb this, the two of them laughed, not without some irony, both at each other and then more so at my flabbergasted expression. “I’m surprised because other than his many sexual kinks this repeat customer has always given the impression of being a total Boy Scout when it comes to your activities, Aloysius.” “I’m just excellent at putting out that appearance – it’s always served me well… but I gotta’ ask, seriously Lou, ‘Aloysius’?”, he nodded as I turned to Zar “and ‘Balthazar’?” Another nod. “Seriously? Do you have brothers named Melchior and Gaspar?” “Don’t you just hate smart people Aloysius?” asked Balthazar. “As a matter of fact, yes, we’re triplets, and our mother is really really Catholic.” “Wow,” was all I could respond, then “um, how?” “Do we know each other?” ventured Lou. “The Lower Cape has only one High School. We’ve known each other since we were 12.” “Well, THAT was unexpected,” I murmured mostly to myself, then “so what did you need to see us about Zar?” “We need to establish ground rules for tonight and for your guest, er… guests” Lou nodded sagely then turned to me, “Actually, Z-man here is just covering his and the guesthouse’s ass… you know, plausible deniability and all that? Go ahead my man, lay the rules on me, I’m just grateful to be allowed in here.” Zar began: “First, nothing out in the open, use behind closed doors and especially all transactions out of sight. Because of the abysmal weather, we’ve let all guests know that there will be an ‘Open Door’ house party tonight, and that if they don’t want to join the scene to close their doors and lock them. The houseboys have already made the guests aware that certain ‘enhancements’ if desired can be obtained independently but have nothing to do with nor are provided by this house – remember Lou, you are in NO WAY associated with this house. They know to stop by his room” – he pointed a finger in my direction – “for the next couple of hours to tell Santa what they want for Christmas.” He stopped and looked over at me, “Is that okay? Don’t worry, no transactions will occur in your room.” Turning back to his African American former classmate, he reiterated “Is that clear? Bring each guest whatever it might be that I have no knowledge of, that they asked you for, to THEIR individual rooms and if some how they give you something for the somethings you give them, we won’t know about it and nothing will be seen so no one can object.” He paused and looked back and forth between us, Lou nodding knowingly and I’m sure me looking a bit like I was struggling to catch up. “Now, second,” Zar continued. “I assume you’ll need to play delivery man for the rest of the town for a couple of hours before our ‘event” tonight, for your other, um, clients?” Again, a quick nod from the Candyman. “I suggest you meet any of OUR guests in his room for the next couple of hours, then do your outside rounds and be back around 9:30. At 9:45 the doors are locked and no one who is not a guest will be allowed in after that time, even if it’s YOU, so don’t be late – in fact, it would be best if you call Mr. John here when you’re a block away to come out and get you and bring you in with him. At 10:00 the lights go out. The overnight lock will be on and even guests with keys will need to ring the night bell and wait for one of us to disengage and get to the door to let them out of the vestibule and into the house proper. Again, no transactions in John’s room, you can lock your stuff up there in his closet, I’ll give him an extra key for you, but do whatever business you have with each guest in their own rooms.” Lou took all this in like he’d heard it before (for all I know, he had!) and said “All cool, all cool. What else?” “Third, Fourth and Fifth. I want a good price on my own purchases for this evening. I want to be included in the people you have sex with tonight, we haven’t fooled around since the year after High School.” Lou cracked up and said “Done. And number five?” “Let me get a shot at your pet straight boy who’s been hanging here all day with Mr. John… the kid’s an unexpected guest here so long my bosses might think I should charge for him, by the way.” Lou agreed to these conditions and even paid the extra guest fee AND said he’d give Zar a freebie bag as a “gift with purchase” for allowing this since he might make almost double of his usual weekend take by being “inside” this particular Guest House on this particular night. After stating that the three of us could use the houseboy’s shower set up again to get ready later, he sent Lou up to my room, holding me back a minute. Once we were alone, he asked if I was all right with the way he set things up, and I assured him that I was. “Good, now I have two conditions for you to agree to… first, like I said to Lou, help me get some time with that hottie upstairs.” “He’s his own man to decide who to play with, but I think he’ll be fine with that especially if I put in a good word,” I answered. “And… the other thing?” “This one’s non-negotiable so don’t try to wiggle out of it – I get to fuck YOU. I get to fuck you and not behind a closed door either – out in front of everybody where they can see me fuck you. Like it or not.” I was kind of shocked by the look he gave me, defiant and a little bit defensive too. “Hell yes, of course you can! Damn, that’ll be fun.” He sputtered, “wait, what?” “I’d be happy to have you fuck me, why would you ever think you’d have to force me?” “Because… I mean… you modeled for every damn erotic photographer and artist in this town, you look like ‘Mr. All-American’, you’re a Top my friends all like to get fucked by… why would you be interested in an anemic skinhead poz pig like me?” “Maybe cause I’m as much of, if not more of a poz pig than you are? Damn, I’ve been poz since 1985 dude! I think you’re hot, and when you never made a pass at me the past times I stayed here, I just thought I wasn’t your type, or wasn’t edgy enough for you.” He responded, “I never thought you’d take me up on it!” “Well then we both been missing out haven’t we.” “You mean you will?” “Hell, yes… but I am fully vers man, I’d like a shot at that pale white ass of yours too, and it CAN be behind a closed door if you are afraid of your reputation…” “Nah, no, I’d want everyone to see THAT too,” Zar said getting a very hungry look in his eye. I grabbed him by the hem of his basketball shorts. “Let me take a quick look at what I’ll be taking on later this evening.” I stepped back from him to look him over with a smile – granted, he would not be everyone’s type. A “pretty boy” he was not, his facial features were sharp and very hawk-like, coming to a point at his nose. About 5’8” to my 6’0”; very vascular and ripped but so skinny as to look gaunt versus my baseball/soccer player mesomorph muscles; his pale alabaster almost blue-white skin to my pink-white; buzzed black receding hair to my full silver blond; an Otter with black body hair only between his pecs and his mostly trimmed bush to my blond fuzzy chest, legs and ass (trimmed); and with a beautiful loooong skinny white cock with a big PA contrasting with my average length but wider girth. In fact, he had lots of piercings to my none (my hubby doesn’t like them, so for him, I never got any) in his nose, tongue, nips, frenulum, eyebrow, ears… a biohazard symbol and a lot of tribal tattoos all over that pale white skin made for a real skinhead look. His long thin feet, hands and cock were a bit out of proportion with the rest of him, but I found that sexy. He may not have been classically handsome or pretty or cute, but he WAS hot, at least in my opinion. I admired that long silky-skinned pierced thing of beauty I’d freed from his shorts and bent down, inhaled deeply, then sucked in several inches, using my tongue to fold the PA back to the right position for not cracking my teeth and gave him a couple of quick minutes of my best oral skills. “Damn,” I said coming up for air. “That’s a beauty, I look forward to taking that while we give your guests a show later…” The look on his face was priceless, apparently, he never expected I’d find him very hot for some reason. If you’ll recall Part 2, way too many guys in the P’Town party scene were totally convinced I was a complete boy scout… despite my never even attempting to hide my sexual proclivities when the Hub and I spent our summers living and working there. Zar stopped me just as I was about to close the door behind me. I saw him rush to one of the shelves of books and mags they keep for the living room, and pull a familiar looking book out… ‘The New Joy of Gay Sex” 1992 edition which I was in several times as a model – all the models were Provincetown year-rounders or summer residents actually. Holding the book out with a shy smile like a little kid, he asked in a small voice “would you autograph our copy?” I laughed my head off while flipping to the piggiest panel I modeled for of the five panels I was in and signed it to the Ranch… can’t say that didn’t tickle my ego some! [And if you are wondering, for those who may still have a copy of that book, the illustration I was in that I signed is under the heading “Stand And Deliver” that’s lil’ ol’ me getting fucked in a stall in the Crown and Anchor, though as soon as our modeling session was over, I fucked the hot leather daddy I posed with senseless.] Heading up the stairs to my room – with a spare key – on the landing I bumped into Karl and another one of the Houseboys. They were changing the light bulbs in the wall sconce fixtures and the floor level night lights from normal low watt white bulbs to slightly higher watt red ones – if I remembered from the one Open Door party I’d been at before that the overhead corridor lights were shut off and only the sconces and floorboard lighting stayed on, with red bulbs in all fixtures that remained lit, even in the bathrooms I noticed as I stepped in to take a piss. “Ha! I remember these lights!” I called to them through the saloon doors of the shared bathroom. “I’ve been at one of these Open Door parties before.” The Houseboy I didn’t know, a freckled wiry ginger with a southern accent said, “I sure haven’t…” “Neither have I,” added Karl. “Are they as hot as the stories?” “The one I experienced was,” I replied as I shook my cock off. “By the way, thanks for your assistance this morning Karl, I really REALLY appreciated it. After that I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine at this event.” “I wanna’ fit in too Sir” grinned the cute redneck, “so if you need anymore ‘assistance’ just ask for Miles…” I told them both I looked forward to encountering each of them later. I tapped on my door and identified myself in case the boys within wanted to conceal something, then used the key to let myself in. I found them taking a few hits from my now refilled water pipe and munching on pastries from the Portuguese Bakery. I gave a mock stern “There better be some of that for me… in fact there better be some of both of those for me!” “We saved plenty for you ‘Daddy’” said Vice with a wink in my direction, while Lou choked on the cloud he was inhaling. “You DID learn a lot today, homie…” Vice handed me a pastry, which I wolfed down, and I tossed them each a yogurt and poured some Gatorade for all of us from my cooler. After we’d all finished them in about five minutes flat we cracked the door slightly to let guys know we were “available” and out of the line of sight passed around the glass cock and blew some major clouds, shotgunning each other all around – it was very very hot to see Vice shotgun Lou without hesitation and aggressively snog the sexy candyman while he did so. We all stripped out of our shorts, leaving us naked from the waist down, with me in my vest, Vice in the wife-beater and Lou in a sleeveless denim all while our half-hard cocks hung out getting air. Lou sighed in happiness and then said, “so tell me about your day…” “Oh he’s a remarkably apt student,” I responded. “He’s hit advanced level of study on just about every activity we tried today… he’s even done a comparison study of the fuckability of three different male holes...” Vice nodded and proceeded to tell Lou about our 3-way with former frat boy Kieran and the addition of Karl the German houseboy and how he got to fuck all three of us, and Karl’s picture of his family and how much I looked like them, and how hot the Daddy/Son role play was, “and J here even talked sex in German to the kid… so freakin’ twisted!” At that moment we heard a tap on the door and the first of Lou’s potential “clients” slowly pushed the door open. “Hey,” the guy said cautiously, “I heard there was someone here who could help a guy out with stuff for the party tonight?” “Close the door behind you please,” Lou said. “Drop your pants for a minute and choose one of the three of us and give a little oral action please, just to be sure…” The older white guy, a furry bear with salt and pepper hair and beard dropped trou so fast there was almost a breeze. “No problem! Hell, I’ll do a little on all three of youse…”, which he proceeded to do, going from me to Vice to Lou – where he lingered a bit. Lou handed him the bong and told him to take a hit. The guy blew a nice big cloud and smiled, “Damn, that’s some good shit. I’m Tom by the way, and I never got to blow a black dick before, that was damn hawt.” Vice and I busied ourselves picking out some more porn to play on my laptop while negotiations were quickly completed behind us. On his way out, Tom gave Lou’s cock another quick lick and told us he’d see us later, leaving the door cracked again. Shortly thereafter, another knock brought the next supplicant who turned out to be one of the two leather guys Vice and I had to maneuver around in the lobby who were checking in when we went to let Lou in. Lou repeated the same orders as before and the guy pushed his grey cotton gym shorts down. He was white but well-tanned with no tan line, shaved ALL over including his head, muscular with a pierced cock that looked like it would be lots of fun and a smooth muscular ass that brought all sorts of ideas to my head. His accent when he spoke immediately gave him away as Quebecois, and he dropped and gave Lou some serious mouth action while he groped Vice and me, first cocks, then slipped fingers back toward our holes. Vice’s eyebrows shot up in surprise but then the guy released the three of us and stood. “Beautiful,” he said. “That is my first African cock… may I have more later?” Lou handed him the glassware, telling the man – Marcel as it turns out – to hit and letting him know that yes, he’d be happy to give the guy more later. They conferred on business and then we all took another hit – shotgunning the hot Canadian before he left with a smile and commenting that he “needed time with all of you” later as he slipped out and we again left the door open a crack. I turned to Lou shaking my head and laughing, “Seriously, does that happen a lot up here? That is just SO alien to me. Are you really THAT unique to these guys?” Both of them laughed, then Lou rolled his eyes and said, “J-man, you have NO idea. It can be flattering, but it can get annoying after a while… and worse, some of my potential customers react… poorly.” I thought about my three African-American buds from the time I lived up here – hunky Adam who worked security at The Boat Slip, Clint the performer and fisting aficionado that I mention in Part 2 and ‘Shadie’ the drag performer – and all of them told me about how many of the white guys wouldn’t even consider having sex with them let alone dating them. Seemed crazy to me. “Well, that must make it really interesting when they have to do the blowjob test in order to do business with you…” Lou’s expression turned absolutely predatory. “Yeah, especially when I’m in a bad mood, that’s sometimes my favorite part. The real asshole types that had never ever considered sucking black dick find themselves in a real dilemma. I love watching their faces as they realize they either have to blow a ‘BBC’ or they don’t get to blow Miss T,” he let out an evil little laugh. “No surprise, Tina wins out almost every single time and a few seem to really like the experience, but you can tell some are totally humiliated and some flat out hate what they have to do. I have no doubt some of these crackahs run and wash their mouths out the second I leave, but I love seein’ asshats like that have to submit or its no favors for them… and you know I make THEM do it a lot longer than guys who have no problem… it’s a bit evil, I know.” Both Vice and I vehemently disagreed and thought it was just perfect, very karmic in fact. “So,” Lou said turning to Vice as we waited for the next knock, “which ass was best? You never said…” Smiling at me, Vice replied “oh, all three were wickie hawt. Kieran was really athletic, but it seems he’s a little inexperienced back there and could squeeze me out accidentally. Karl was definitely way more experienced but totally let me do ALL the work. But J-daddy here, he WORKED my dick with his ass muscles and fucked me back as much as I did him. Gotta say our Dude here won hands down, but don’t tell the other bros I said so – I don’t want to piss them off and not get to plow them again later!” I thanked him for the compliment with a little salaam and then said, “Serously boys, I could enjoy getting topped by both of you forever, BUT I have to admit, having spent most of today as JUST a bottom, my own Top side, which is usually pretty dominant, is very much looking forward to later when I can get some ass too and get some oral action on MY equipment, I haven’t had a hole to plow since the boys left around noon.” Lou was taking a rip off the pipe as I said this, and pulled Vice over for a shotgun, then looked him in the eye and joked “Aw, now that’s just ungrateful my man!” Vice blushed and started to stammer while Lou passed me the pipe and gave my cock a long sluuurp. “Totally ungrateful!” Blowing out a cloud I said “go easy on him, He actually did give me a little oral this afternoon and he has rimmed me a couple of times which is really a lot from a straight guy, thanks for that by the way, Vice”. “Well that’s a start, V, good job. But don’t you worry J-man you had some of this black booty last night and you can have more later, so I’ll totally make it up to you. Just gotta carry on with the Top-Dealer mode till I’ve serviced all the customers who expect it.” “Wait, you get fucked?” asked Vice with total innocence and surprise on his face. “Think about it man, last night’s party you sat out because EVERYBODY had to be versatile – well I didn’t sit out that party, now did I?” Vice shook his head ‘no’ as Lou continued. “I’m down for all kinds of fucking my man – babes, dudes, trannies, and from all positions. Yeah, like J here I do the fucking most of the time, but I gotta tell ya, getting plowed by a dude who knows what he’s doing? That’s some amazing shit. You don’t know what you’re missing man…now, help me give your ‘Daddy’ here some relief.” With that they got down together and sucked my cock between them, and holy fuck was it hot seeing the two of them sharing my tool and laughing their butts off when their noses would bump or their tongues tangle together. Vice shifted to eating my ass while Lou kept on my cock, then I pulled them both up onto the bed… passing around the poppers, we went for a three way suck – Lou still sucking me, me sucking Vice, and Vice getting his first taste of his buddy’s black dick. Another hit of poppers and we switched with me getting Lou, Lou blowing Vice and Vice sliding further down my cock than he had earlier. He was getting better at this. After a minute or two, we switched to asses, and did a three way rim again switching so that we each tasted the other two. Can’t tell you how hot it was seeing Vice’s tongue head into Lou’s hot booty. This activity was ended by another knocking on the door. Sitting up we all took deep breaths as the door opened and I was shocked to see Kieran’s hubby Charlie slip inside and close the door saying “can I talk to you?”. Vice, having heard Kieran’s description of his husband looked just as shocked. You see, as I mention in Parts 1 and 2, I had met Kieran and Charlie in prior years and they always played safe with condoms and it seemed Charlie was very much NOT a partier and did not want his husband to do so. Though allowed (like I was with my hubby) to play on the side, Kieran hid his desire to bareback from Charlie, and his desire to party. I was afraid this wouldn’t turn out well. “Kieran’s asleep… well, I slipped him a half an Ambien, so… I just have to ask, whose cum is running out of his ass, and what did you all do last night?” Lou stopped him with a hand and said, “Apologies my man, but if you are going to come in here at this time particularly, I need you to show us your dick and ass, give one or all of us a bit of a bj and take a rip from the pipe with us or else you’ll have to wait for another time…” Honestly, I figured he’d turn and leave. Instead, he dropped the jeans shorts and yellow jock he was wearing and dropped to his knees winking at me and saying, “you can be last, I’ve tasted you before…”. Charlie the bear cub then went balls deep on first Vice and then Lou. Coming up for air, he sighed “damn, never had one of those before” then dove onto me as Lou and I roared with laughter. After a minute Charlie sat up and said “Fuck, PLEASE give me that pipe!” He sparked the torch and expertly melted the bowl’s contents and inhaled an enormous hit. “God that’s good,” he sighed after a few huge rips, “haven’t tasted this in over three years! So, did my baby party with you guys last night?” I nodded yes, still not sure where all of this was going. “I figured that when he was so wound up this morning. And I saw him trying to hide his butt from me too, but once I got him to sleep I could verify that his beautiful puffy hole was leaking sperm so my top boy must have been getting fucked bareback, right?” I nodded again afraid of his reaction. “All three of you loaded him?” We looked at each other and nodded. “Damn that’s hot, and a fucking relief…” I was astonished and said “I thought you’d be pissed! I mean the last two years when I played with you guys here, it was all about safe sex and no drugs and even yesterday morning… what happened to change your mind?” Charlie kept doing hits from the bong, then realizing he was monopolizing it passed it around while he explained. Seems that when he and Kieran met, Kieran was still in college and was a naïve, inexperienced top-only who was afraid of both HIV and the drug scene. Charlie had been partying for a couple of years and had just found out he was HIV+. He asked what our status’ were, and I told him I was poz since 1985, and was unsurprised that Lou was poz also, and a little surprised that Vice was poz as well though many partiers ARE even when they’re straight (never did find out if the GF was poz or not – if it was all condom sex for them no wonder the kid was enjoying the freedom of raw male chemsex so much!). So Charlie continued his story. Having fallen head-over-heels for the Blond Jock, he vowed to stay away from the partying and to always play safe with Kieran since Charlie would never be able to deal with the guilt if he passed his infection on to Kieran. So for just over three years, Charlie had only had condom sex – even in groups, so as not to be tempted – and avoided the party scene at all costs thinking he’d lose Kieran if the kid knew what Charlie’s past was like. “But if he sought out both barebacking and chemsex on the side, then I’ve been giving that up for no reason, and I’m sure as hell going back to them right now,” he picked up the bong and drew a big hit, pulled Vice over and blew it into his mouth before a quick tongue lashing. “Now I am totally thrilled that my baby wants to do all the same hot pervy things that I do, but I’m a bit peeved that he never confided that in me…” I interrupted at that point. “He was just as afraid as you were that he’d lose YOU if you found out he wanted to do all those things. Now I think he’s gone raw some before, and we did yesterday while you were blindfolded, but I don’t think he’d partied much at all if ever before yesterday. So he wasn’t totally holding out on you.” Charlie smiled and nodded, “oh that’s even hotter. Now I want your help… all three of you.” We all agreed and Charlie said he wanted to play a little trick on Kieran, both as a bit of revenge and also as a bit of a gift for what looked to be the beginning of a piggier relationship. He asked that just before the party begins in earnest that we all help him get Kieran tied down and gagged in the sling, while Charlie stood in plain sight blowing clouds from the glass cock and shotgunning the three of us, before giving Kieran a slam and sending him into the atmosphere and watching for himself while he got to see his supposedly all top hubby take on all cummers. Knowing Kieran would be really confused at first and then LOVE the outcome, I nodded yes and Lou and Vice were more than eager to assist. Thanking us, Charlie took a big rip from the bong, picked up the poppers and rolled back on the bed spreading his legs and showing his hot hairy pucker and asked, “could I have a preview of later?” We each gave his hole some tongue action while we got our cocks all wet by blowing each other then I was first to sink my cock into his pulsing hole. “Oh fuck, I forgot how good skin feels. John, thanks for agreeing when my boy wanted you to corrupt him yesterday, you just made my life a whole lot better.” I smiled and pulled out, allowing Vice and Lou turns at giving him preview fucks for later. We helped him up, he pulled on his jock and shorts, telling us he’d see us just before the lights went out and muttering “hot damn, I got fucked by a big black cock…” as he went out the door and Lou rolled his eyes while Vice and I just laughed. Two more guys stopped to give their Christmas wishes to Santa quickly, and then it was time for the boys to go deliver to the rest of the town – promising to be back by 8:30 to get ready for the orgy and for Charlie’s plan. I took those couple of hours to call my hubby at his convention and see how it was going – that night was the entertainment night, though he admitted my night would likely be more entertaining. Telling each other “I love you”, I then texted Jimmy and let him know what was happening. He texted that he and his hubby were heading to the Mews for a romantic dinner and probably some vanilla sex later. I then put the Gregorian Chant back on and rested, getting a bit of a snooze in.

I had always played safe. I chose condom porn the few times I let myself watch; and, the even fewer times I relented to my carnal desires I insisted on safe condom sex. I was 36 and needless to say I didn't have very much experience. Really I was just one very shy and super careful guy. One Friday night after a 6 month period of sexual abstinence I stepped out of my comfort zone and went to my neighborhood gay bar. I nursed my beer alone in a corner and drank in all the eye candy. My eyes soon lit upon an incredibly hot bear cub. Once he entered my vision I couldn't take my eyes off him. Every thing about him was my ideal turn on. Dark curly hair, impish grin, golden tan, short trim beard and body hair in all the right places. His tight shorts and low cut white muscle tee showed off his beautiful body perfectly. I tried not to be obvious with my ogling but was not successful. He gave me a big smile, excused himself from his handsome friends and made his way over to me. I was delighted and mortified all at the same time. I was surprised my tongue worked and we were soon chatting about nothing in particular. I was surprisingly comfortable with this gorgeous young man, I guessed about 24, and we kept ordering beer. After the 4th I uncharacteristically hurd myself invite him to my place. We barely got the door closed and were all over each other deep throat kissing and tearing off our clothes. Naked he was the fulfillment of every wet dream I had ever had. He was soon on his knees giving me the best blow job and I was soon ready to cum. He noticed the signs and stopped, stood up and assured me 'not yet '. It was my turn to take his beautiful big thick cock in my mouth. I could barely manage this 8" beauty yet before long we were 69ing on the living room floor. Sensing I was on the verge of orgasm again he stopped us and asked where the bedroom was. He backed me in and immediately pushed me down on my back on my bed. He raised my feet over his shoulders in no time and was bent over deep kissing me again. I was breathless as I felt his swollen dick head touch my hole. It felt great. With only his spit for lube he started to push the naked tip in. I involuntarily took a deep breath relaxing my ring. I came to my senses as his bare head found entry to it's goal. "Aren't you forgetting something?" ,I murmured almost in audibly. He just looked at me with that incredible impish grin. "The condoms are in the drawer of my bedside table. " With utter confidence he replied while pushing in a little deeper, "I never use those. " Again my hesitant murmur; "I never don't..." As he pushed in to 4 inches, "Really!" My response came more as a question than statement "really?" As he pushed in to 5 inches he said, "Well you seem to be enjoying my raw man meat. " I couldn't lie I had quickly moved through the initial pain, "Ah ... yeah... but, it's not safe ... I don't even know you ... we just met ... and I never ..." "Just let me push in all the way. Try something new" he persuaded. My meek voice, "No fucking, ok ... just in balls deep... then pull out " There was no response as he steadily pressed in deeper. "Ok?" I asked Oh my God his big raw cock felt incredible and then his balls hit my taint! He couldn't miss the half grunt half sigh of satisfaction and he pushed in even more while grinning in my face and looking deep into me with his incredibly seductive brown eyes. "Oh FUCK ME! " the words came spilling out of my mouth. I could not believe what I had just said. To be continued ...

That's fucking hot .. I had made one of the boys who wanted me to train and used them who said no limits to get breed by 2 homeless dude.. the shock on his face.. ... He took it .. by day 4 , bi boy become fag boy where The word no . Doesn't exist in his vocabulary , he left dump his gf of 3 yrs and came back lol

Scorpion man moved so fast he was on the bed, between my legs and raw cock up my fuck shoot before I knew what was happening. I used all my strength to push him away and quickly pulled my ass off his naked cock cowering at the top of the bed. He just smiled at me, "What's wrong you god damn whore? I can fuckin see and feel your fuck shoot is loaded with the best fuckin lube. Let me fuckin add mine. " "No way man. I got enough diseased cum for one night. " I replied. "Fuckin A man! Good for you hoe! You took his fuckin poz load. Your sorry ass sure as fuckin hell needs mine to make sure you are good and fucked up. You were neg weren't you cock sucker." He was not angry. His vocabulary was just spiced liberally with þcurses. "I'm negative. He didn't poz me. Or at least he didn't admit to that. He told me he was ripe with syphilis. Dumped his sick load in me." He was very excited, "Fuckin evil syphilis! That's fuckin great! Don't tell me this is your first fuckin case!" "Dah, yeah!" I grunted. "Fuckin A man! It's a god damn gay right of passage! Jesus fuckin Christ, let me suck that fuckin boner faggot." I really hadn't noticed 'til those words were out of his filthy mouth; but, he was right, I had a raging hardon and with no response from me his hot lips sucked it in. He was very talented with his oral skills and I quickly started letting down my guard. I decided this level of sexual engagement was safe enough to meet my risk reduction standards. As I began to recline he got better access to more of my stiff shaft. We both shifted so I was flat on my back and he really went to town deep throating my entire rod. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my hands instinctively began controlling his head. There was not an ounce of resistance to the facefuck I was giving him. Not even when I held him down with the hair of my balls firmly planted on his chin. When I finally let him up for air his eyes twinkled. Before I could push again he dived back on. I could feel his tonsils messaging my turgid head. I knew I was close. He whipped off of me urging, "Don't fuckin cum, don't fuckin shoot dick tard." I was afraid it might be too late but with some deep breaths the urge passed. He seemed to be finely tuned to my energy and returned to his oral ministrations. This time gobbling in my hairy balls, one then the other and eventually both. Quickly I was moaning my pleasure and his tongue sought out my taint, eventually snaking into my cummy hole. The more he rimmed and tongue lashed my hole the hornier I got. The words were out of my mouth before there meaning registered in my brain, "Fuuuuuuccck meeee!" In a flash he shifted position and had his luscious raw cock in my vulnerable hole. Again I tried to push him off as I cried, "No, no, get out!" "You fuckin cock tease faggot hole. You fuckin screamed, Fuck me!" "No. No. Yes! I .. I think ... I meant fuck me with your tongue. " He persistently pushed deeper inside me. My ever hardening cock, moans, and lack of real resistance betrayed me. He took a firm grasp of my erection, "Fuckin faggot! Tell me you're not fuckin loving skin on fuckin skin with my god damn poz pistol." "Yes. Yes" I moaned. "I love it but you've got to stop." My words were one thing, my body continued to send a totally contradictory message. Not only had I stopped pushing him away my ass was literally sucking in as much of his naked fuck tool as it could manage. Why was I pushing onto his dangerous pole? When he shifted position while so deeply inside me his cock head began to tap my prostate. The tapping escalated to pounding and I instinctively grabbed my engorged dick just in time to flood my face with the biggest load from the most intense orgasm of my life. "Argh! Awww! Fuckin Jeessuus key-riset! Poozzing yo assss ho! You god damn fuckin poz cum magnet! That was what you fuckin wanted from the moment you saw my fuckin tattoo you piece of shit! Say fuckin thank you!" "Fuckin thank you." What did I just say? "That's what I fuckin thought you fuckin pig. You're on fuckin PreP aren't you slut? You fuckin coward!" "That's the problem, I'm not..." And then I noticed the door was wide open. My syphilis donor was standing squarely with a group of guys huddled behind him. How long had they been there? How much had they seen? How much had they heard?

The final game started with everyone in the circle and envelopes between every person. Simple rules, if the bottle stopped at a person he would be free to dictate the rules of the ensuing orgy ... who would do who and how often, just as long as everybody got a piece of the action ... and not necessarily bred. The guys knew that the envelopes varied in activities and intensity. They ranged from; a) A full stop ... if the bottle stopped at this envelope all would immediately pack up and head home. b) 2 more spins with the chosen participants performing as they wish for the gang . c) 3 guys to flip fuck and keep going 'til all three were carrying loads. d) 1 guy determined by spin to be fisted and bred by two toxic tops. e) 3 bottoms in spin to determine which one would suck and be bred by everyone else. d) All negative bottoms to be bb fucked by all 4 of the weekend tops . This orgy freely allowed tops to cum in whomever, even if one or two bottoms got no loads. e) This was Mel's favorite,so imagine his delight when the bottle stopped at the envelope marked 'Lucky 7". The instructions were clear. He himself would fuck all three negative bottoms and was free to choke them 'til they signaled their limit with the universal hand stop motion. The one who lasted longest would both get bred by and granted permission to breed Mel. While Mel was fucking and choking all other tops were encouraged to fuck and even breed Mel should they choose. The bear lasted the shortest in the choke hold. It was a close run between the twink and the cub ... but the cub held out longest barely raising his hand on the verge of passing out. Unnoticed by the bear and twink Mel had cum in each of their asses He now pounded the delighted cub while the 3 other tops bred Mel. As the 3rd groaned "I'm cumming " Mel shoot his toxic load deep ⁹into the cub. When the cub entered Mel the original neg top entered the cub and within moments emptied his rod. This left the cubs ass free for the toxic top to follow his preferred ritual ... eating out the hole, fingering and scratching the intestine, working in more fingers 'til he was fisting the cub and pounding into the depth of his elbow. The cub was clearly hurting yet also ecstatic and just kept pounding away at Mel as he impaled himself more and more on the toxic tops arm. When the arm was removed for the last time the toxic top, cub and Mel all took part in licking off the blood and cum smears. When the toxic cock exploded in the cubs ass the cub exploded in Mel. And the last of the games was finished The status of each of the tops from the beginning of the weekend was revealed by Mel in the closing circle. Each participants toxic load count was next. The twink had only received two poison loads from Mel. He would have also had toxic precum along the way. The bear had taken 5 fully poz loads and looked very frightened. The cub had managed to receive 7 poz toxic loads and was over the moon happy. The negative top learned he to had only taken 2 toxic loads. All were instructed to check in with Mel if they came down with the fuck flu Within 3 days the negative top fell ill. The twink struck a feavor a week later and the bear a week after that. All three tests came back poz with high viral loads. The cub assuming he had converted without symptoms was astounded and disappointed to learn he was still negative . Mel arranged a one time reunion gangbang. The cub would be bred by his highly toxic newly infected friends from the weekend, Mel, the toxic top and seven more guys with huge toxic viral loads. POne dozen toxic loads to which Mel added a second making a bakers dozen. Before the gangbang started the cubs ass was fucked and torn with a stiff bottle brush. The cub was exhausted, dripping with cum, torn apart and bleeding before the party ended. And his smile showed he was very happy. 2 weeks later the cub was sick as a dog with the fuck flu and Mel and the toxic top went to the cubs house to fill his weakened system with nine more loads to seal the deal. The cub went for testing as soon as he could manage getting to the clinic and had the biggest smile when given his HIV positive status. In case you were wondering and hadn't figured it out, I was the bear and I would eventually hookup with the young muscle cub. Of course we kept an open relationship taking delight in watching each other fuck breed and gift any ass that invited our raw cocks. Our policy was always "don't ask, don't tell " with any bottom that chose to play their own game of Toxic Poz Roulette .

Part 86 - The Cummy Hole Bruce held Joe’s hands down on the bed as his cock hammered the muscled ass. Joe was pinned face down, his legs spread wide as Bruce fucked him. Bruce growled and shook as his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into Joe’s hole. He gave a few more slams saying “Take that neg seed you fuckin’ poz slut.” He fell down on top of Joe’s sweaty back and rested a moment before rolling off on to the bed. After he recovered he looked over at Joe and asked “If you’re such a sleazy cumwhore, how come every time I fuck you your ass is sparkling clean? Don’t you usually walk around with some dude’s cum in you?” Joe chuckled “Nah, I’m not always loaded with cum. Besides, most guys that hire me want a freshly cleaned hole, so it’s habit I guess.” “Next time, I want that hole swimming with cum. Not just one guy’s load either, ok?” Bruce said. “Sure, you’re the customer. But… it’s gonna cost extra” Joe said. Bruce sighed. “Yeah, OK.” “I gotta find some guys right before our meeting and get take some loads. I suppose I could just save up some of my seed and pump it in, but fresh cum is always better, right?” Joe said with a wicked grin. “Yeah, it is. Besides, fuckin you right after a couple other guys would be damn hot” Bruce replied. Joe figured it would be like usual, Bruce would call him the next time he was in town on business in a couple weeks or a month and he could set it up. “OK, let me know next time you’re in town. Just give me a day or two notice” Joe said. This had been a good fuck, but he wasn’t really happy leaving Chicago early Monday morning to get back to meet Bruce that night. The money, though, would make up for some of the leather purchases he made during the fuck fest in the windy city. “How about tomorrow night? I got meetings until six. Maybe meet at eight?” Bruce asked. Joe grabbed his phone and popped up the calendar. “Uh, how about nine. I have a school thing tomorrow afternoon and then I’ll need to collect those loads. I can guarantee one but I should be able to get a few more” Joe suggested. “That works and I'd prefer more than one” Bruce replied. Joe got dressed and collected his stuff and said “I guess I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He headed home and found Kyle studying. “How was the gig?” Kyle asked. “Good, but it got really interesting at the end. I’m gonna need some help tomorrow” Joe replied. Kyle looked back at Joe and said “Uh, I told you. No more escorting jobs for me. I just feel weird about doing it.” “Nah, you get to fuck me before I go. He wants a cum loaded hole. So save your seed until tomorrow night” answered Joe. “God, I love it when you’re slutty. Only one load?” Kyle asked while rubbing his crotch. Joe laughed and said “I’m gonna try and get three or four. I'll send out a few messages and see who I can find as donors.” He picked up his regular phone off the table and sent some texts out. One by one he got answers and had four guys that would fill him with their charged cum. Kyle looked up over his laptop and asked “Does this guy guy know what he’s gonna be sticking his dick into?” “Well, he seems to get off on fucking my poz ass and gets pretty verbal about it. He thinks its demeaning to me but it’s just the opposite. Anyway, he should expect that the cum in my ass is gonna be poz too” Joe said. The following day, Joe got back from classes and cleaned up. The knock on the door at eight PM was just on schedule. Joe opened the door and gave Aaron a hug. “Thanks for helping me out, dude” Joe said before he looked around the living room and asked “Ready?” to Kyle and Steven. The three guys followed Joe back to the bedroom, stripping along the way. “Just getting three loads, Joe?” asked Aaron. “Dennis had to work, so I’m stopping over at the hotel and getting one from him before I meet the client” Joe said with a grin. Joe was wearing a red jockstrap and socks and kneeled on the edge of the bed, his bare ass hanging over. “Who’s first?” he asked. The three guys looked at each other and finally Kyle pushed Aaron towards Joe. Aaron pushed his sweat pants off and kneeled down, licking Joe’s hole and then tongue fucking it. He spit on his hand and stroked his already rigid cock. He was eager to fuck Joe since he had been Nick’s bitch for the past few weeks and his cock hand been neglected. He stood up and spit once more on Joe’s hole before pushing the head of his cock inside. Both Joe and Aaron moaned as Aaron plowed his cock in deeper. Aaron would have liked to fuck Joe for a long time but he also badly needed to shoot five days worth of cum. Aaron plowed for several minutes until Joe started to milk Aaron’s cock. Aaron fucked harder and then grabbed Joe’s hips, slammed in and then yelled out as his cock flooded Joe’s pussy. He slowly pulled his still hard cock out of Joe and stuffed his finger in all the way, feeling the warm jizz coat his finger. He took his finger out and gave it a quick lick before feeding it to Joe. Steven looked at Kyle and winked before pushing Aaron out of the way. With one firm shove, he was in balls deep. Steven let out a loud sigh as he felt Joe’s warm, slick chute wrapped tightly around his cock. He didn’t want to fuck too long since he wanted to make sure Joe kept as much poisonous cum in his ass when he went to the client. He gave long, slow strokes and started to speed up. He kept pumping into Joe for few minutes and then Kyle moved in behind him. Kyle started to work his fingers over Steven’s nips and watched his ass start to clench with each pinch. Kyle’s cock was riding up and down Steven’s ass crack as Steven fucked, leaking precum all over Steven’s ass. He reached around and twisted both of Steven’s nips at the same time and got exactly what he wanted. Steven thrust his cock in and pumped more toxins into Joe’s greedy hole. With the last drops deposited, Steven moved back pushing Kyle out of the way. Kyle bent over and licked Joe’s hole, tasting the cum mixture. He stood up and rubbed his pierced cock over Joe’s hole and then pushed in a few inches. It was a shallow fuck, with barely more than the tip getting inside but the friction on his head and the tugging on the piercing got Kyle worked up. Kyle fucked a little harder and went a little deeper, but only a third of his cock penetrating his partner was enough to get his balls readying their payload. When he felt the first pulse, he froze and let each shot pump into Joe’s cumhole. He leaned over Joe and kissed the back of his neck before reaching for the butt plug. Kyle pulled out slowly, forcing as much cum back inside as he could and then inserted the stainless steel plug into Joe’s recharged ass. “There ya go, bud. Almost full” Kyle said to Joe. “Thanks, guys. Saturday dinner is on me” Joe said as he put his jeans on and pulled a tee shirt over his head. Aaron followed Joe out the door and headed back to his apartment as Joe drove over to meet Dennis. Joe walked into the hotel manager’s office and said “Ready?” “Yeah, it’s gotta be quick. I need to do rounds in a few minutes” Dennis replied. He closed the door to the office and when he turned around, Joe already had his jeans off and was bent over the desk. Dennis chuckled and opened his pants and let them drop to his knees. He saw the plug in Joe’s ass and gave it a tug. He looked it over and gave a few licks before handing it to Joe. “Suck on that” he said, chuckling. Dennis’s cock was already hard and he spit on it and gave a couple strokes before resting the tip on Joe’s hole. Joe braced himself and Dennis slid his cock into the cummy hole. Deep inside Joe, he paused a moment to enjoy the feeling. Dennis knew he couldn’t pound Joe like normal since much of the cum inside of Joe would get forced out. He rode Joe’s ass with an almost gentle motion. While Dennis was hard and was enjoying the fuck, he knew he wasn’t going to cum like this very quickly. Dennis started pulling almost all the way out to get some friction over his glans and this seemed to work better and soon his balls started to tighten. He started to drill faster and the cum started to flow. Dennis let out a loud moan that he tried to stifle in case anyone was at the hotel’s front desk. His cock still in Joe’s ass, he reached around and took the plug out of Joe’s mouth and swapped his cock for the plug. Joe turned around and dropped to his knees, cleaning the end of Dennis’s cock of any cum he could find. Joe stood and pulled his jeans up while Dennis did the same with his pants. “Thanks, I appreciate it. Don’t forget dinner on Saturday” Joe said as he opened the office door. The two went out into the lobby and Joe headed over to Bruce’s hotel. Joe looked at his phone and saw he timed everything just about right. He had 10 minutes to get to Bruce’s room. He knocked on the door two minutes early and Bruce opened the door dressed only in a pair of boxers. “Prompt as usual. You got what I asked for?” Bruce asked. “Four loads in the last hour. I hope you like it sloppy” Joe said and grinned. “Fuck yeah! Get over to the bed you poz slut” Bruce commanded. Joe pushed off his shoes and dropped his jeans by the door. He climbed on the bed and Bruce pushed him down on his stomach. Bruce spread Joe’s legs and leaned in, looking at Joe’s hole. There was a bit of sweat and cum still inside his crack and Bruce spotted the plug right away. “Holding all that seed inside you, huh?” Bruce asked. Joe replied “Oh yeah” and wondered if Bruce really knew or cared how toxic the pool of cum inside him was. Bruce gave the plug a yank and Joe groaned as the plug squeezed its way out. Bruce looked the steel plug over and then rubbed it over Joe’s lips and pushed it into his mouth. Joe sucked it the rest of the way in and felt Bruce start to lick his cummy hole. Joe’s body shivered with Bruce eating his hole and then tongue fucking it. After a few minutes of eating Joe’s ass, Bruce stood up and stroked his dick. Feeling empty, Joe spun around and sucked on Bruce’s stiff cock. He could taste the precum already start to drip from Bruce’s dick and sucked hard on the cockhead trying to get more. Slowly he swallowed the whole shaft and had his nose surrounded by pubic hair. Joe flexed his throat a few times and pulled back, lightly grazing his teeth across Bruce’s meaty shaft. He heard Bruce moan so he decided to do it again. The moan was louder that time, so he sunk back down and then scraped his teeth along the shaft a little harder. “Oh my god, that is wild” Bruce said. Joe chuckled to himself and did it two more times. He looked up and Bruce had his eyes closed and kept moaning. Joe slurped his way back down and clamped his throat around the tip of Bruce’s cock before he then slowly pulled all the way off, his teeth scraping even harder this time and continuing over the head. Bruce’s moan had become a groan and he knew Bruce wouldn’t let him do this again. He looked down and saw a few red marks on Bruce’s cock and a red line down the top of the head. Joe turned around again and wiggled his ass and felt Bruce slide a finger inside. “No need for lube” Bruce said before Joe could feel him move closer. Joe felt the cock at his hole and he pushed back about the same time Bruce pushed forward. All six and a half inches of thick, cut cock was planted inside his hole, bathed in a mix of four guy's charged cum. Bruce laid on Joe’s back and stayed there few minutes. “God, this feels even better than I thought it would” Bruce said. Slowly he started rocking his hips and they could hear the cum get churned inside Joe’s ass. Bruce built up both speed and length of each stroke until he was standing on his feet, crouched down and pounding Joe’s hole. This fuck had more energy than Joe had remembered any he had gotten from Bruce. He loved a sloppy fuck and apparently Bruce did too. Bruce pulled out and watched some cum drip down Joe’s balls and then slammed back in and kept drilling. Joe began squeezing Bruce’s cock with his ass muscles and that was all that Bruce needed. He drove in deep and fell onto Joe’s back, forcing them down on the bed. Joe could feel Bruce’s body squirm and buck as he shot his load deep into Joe’s guts. Joe gripped the shaft hard, trying to keep all of the cum inside. Bruce laid there on top of Joe for a few minutes and then pulled out and rolled over on the bed. Joe turned and started to suck on Bruce’s softening cock, licking all of the cum off of it. Bruce squirmed a bit, obviously feeling some discomfort from Joe’s spit on the scraped, raw cock. Once the cock was licked clean, Joe moved to Bruce’s balls and sucked on them. When Joe tried to move a little lower towards Bruce’s ass, Bruce pushed him off “No one goes there, Dave” Bruce said sternly. Joe went back and started stroking and licking Bruce’s cock and soon it started to respond. Once it was fully hard, Joe crawled up Bruce’s body before sliding his hole back over Bruce’s dick. There was a whimper from Bruce as once again his cock was all the way inside Joe’s fuck chute. Joe ground his butt against Bruce’s hips and then started to ride him. He was careful not to pull up too high and let Bruce’s cock slip out of him, since he knew in this position he would lose a lot of cum. Joe played with Bruce’s nips as he bounced on his cock. Joe rode Bruce’s cock for almost ten minutes until Bruce’s moaning got louder and suddenly Bruce reached up and pulled Joe down hard on his cock. Bruce bucked up once and then his cock started to throb. The spurts of cum pumped in and mixed with all of the seed already inside Joe. Joe tried to squeeze Bruce’s shaft, but his muscles were tired and he only gave a light massage to it. Joe looked down and watched Bruce’s chest heave a few more times as he came down from the orgasmic rush. When Bruce opened his eyes, Joe asked “Is that what you were looking for?” Bruce nodded as Joe reached over for the butt plug. He rolled off and put it back in before laying back and resting a moment. “Thanks, that really was hot” Bruce said a few minutes later. “Glad you liked it” Joe said as he got off the bed and reached for his jeans. He slid them back on and pulled the t-shirt over his head and smiled back at Bruce. “See you again sometime?” Joe asked. “Oh yeah” Bruce replied. Joe walked over and grabbed his envelope and walked out the door.

When I was 15 my 18 year old brother fucked me for the first time. We used to fuck fairly regularly and I couldn't get enough of it. We even fucked at his stag do. He's moved away and we don't see each other as much these days.

Part 84 - Open Up Joe and the guys headed up to Boystown that evening drinking, dancing and groping their way through a few bars and clubs. They lost Patrick, Micah and Evan after the first bar. Raphi and Ken had decided to see who could suck the most cocks that night and were able to both score loads at every place they stopped at. Ken broke the tie in an alley with a college jock who kept calling him “faggot” the entire time. With a belly full of jock seed, Ken stood up and said “I’m not sure who the bigger fag is, me for sucking you off or you for liking guys give you head” before he walked away. They headed back to the hotel, following a long parade of other guys and finally stumbled into their rooms after 3:30am. Joe looked at his phone and saw a message from Patrick - “meet 4 brkfst in lobby at 10.” Joe, Kyle, Chad and Jaime all squeezed into the king sized bed and were asleep in minutes. Raphi and Ken went for another round in their room, each dumping what cum they could into the other before passing out. The alarm went off in Joe and Kyle’s room and the two groggily went into the shower. After dressing, they left Jaime and Chad snoring in the bed and went down to the lobby. Slowly the group formed up, some looking more rested than others. They headed out for breakfast and part way through, the conversation turned to Skyler and Trevor. “You guys act like some old straight couple” Joe said. “What? Because we don’t fuck around with any cock we find? We have all the sex we need and never have to worry about what STD the other picked up” Trevor replied. “You’re really young to be trapped in a monogamous relationship. Trust me, I know. All it took was one crazy project at work and my ex was out looking for dick and ass since I wasn’t there to fuck him every day” Patrick said. “You need to trust your partner to not get emotionally attached to his hookups. It’s just sex with the other people. Hell, sometimes you find out some new stuff to do from the good ones” Joe said. Kyle nodded before saying “I think it’s hot when I see Joe with another guy. And if we’re both in the mood to top, then either we flip or find a bottom.” “You really don’t think he’s gonna find someone that fucks better than you?” Trevor asked. “He probably has. But our relationship is more than sex. We’ve gone through a lot and supported each other when things got bad and enjoyed the good times. Sex is only part of our relationship” Joe replied and Kyle added “A big part, but only part.” The discussion went on for a while until everyone was finished with their food and drinks and it was time to head back to the hotel. “There’s a party a friend of mine is holding at his house up on the north side of the city tomorrow afternoon. Everyone is welcome to go, but it is a sex party and no voyeurs are allowed” Patrick said. “Sounds like fun but we have to head back first thing tomorrow morning. I have a cli…. project I have to work on” Joe said, almost telling everyone about his side-job. “That’s too bad. I think you would fit right in with that crowd and I know there was at least one person that was interested in meeting you” Patrick replied, winking at Joe. As the guys walked to the elevators, Trevor and Skyler were talking between themselves intensely. When the elevator arrived, Trevor tapped Joe on the shoulder and said “Can you come to our room. We’d like to talk to you guys a bit.” Joe and Kyle followed Trevor and Skyler to their room. Once inside Trevor now seemed nervous. The confident, almost cocky attitude was gone and he was almost trembling. “Yyyyou guys really don’t have a problem letting your boyfriend fuck with other guys?” he asked. “Hell no. Its hot knowing other guys want to fuck with him. It’s not like he’s going out on a date with the guy, it’s just sex. Suck, fuck, do whatever to get their rocks off and then go home” Joe said. “How long have you been together?” Trever asked, a little more at ease. “Just over three years” Kyle replied. “And you’ve been fucking other people the whole time?” Skyler asked, finally breaking his silence. Joe and Kyle laughed. “Well… Kinda. At first we were just fuck buddies. Then we started hanging out and it became ‘friends with benefits’. We were fucking each other a lot more and less with other guys until we decided that we were dating, hehe. We tried doing the monogamous thing until that first three way…” Kyle said. Joe laughed and added “Yeah, that lasted a few weeks and that guy was awesome. Then there was that stupid project you had where you were living in the lab for a couple weeks and I had to sneak into the bathroom on campus to even get a blow job from you.” “Yeah, then you were gone on those wrestling competitions grabbing at sweaty guys all the time while I got nothing” Kyle responded. “I was a good boy. I wrestled and never fucked. ‘Course I was still in the closet then as far as the team was concerned. That’s when we decided that we were too horny to try and satisfy each other with our crazy schedules. I told Kyle he should go hookup with someone if he needed to fuck. We found out that even when we fucked other guys, we still wanted to be together and to fuck each other. That’s when we moved in together. The rest is history” Joe said. “But I just don’t think I’d like it if I knew he was getting fucked by someone else. And what happens if he falls for the other guy?” Trevor said with a concerned tone in his voice. “Is he your slave? That’s the only way you can really keep him to yourself. Otherwise, don’t you think he’s going to look at or want other guys? Do you satisfy EVERY one of his desires?” Kyle asked. Skyler rolled his eyes but stayed silent. “How about you? Does he do everything you want? Unless you guys are the perfect gay couple where one is a total top AND the other a total bottom AND your sex drive is identical AND your kinks perfectly match AND neither wants to try something new you’ll be ok, but that seems unlikely” Joe added. “Well...” Trevor started to say before Skyler cut him off. “He wants me to fuck him sometimes and I’m just not into that” Skyler blurted out. “You ready to never feel another dick in your ass, Trevor?” Joe asked. “Uhhh, I’ve been using a dildo when he’s not around” was Trevor’s solemn response. “Some people think that’s cheating too. At least you could have Skyler use the dildo on you…” Kyle said with a smirk on his face. “How about this? I fuck Skyler right now while you watch and Joe fucks you. You get some dick while you watch someone who just wants to fuck, nail your boyfriend” Kyle asked. A big smile came over Skyler’s face. Trevor stood there as he tried to find an argument against what Kyle had said. If he had been sober instead of having an alcohol and THC clouded mind, he could have come up with a dozen good ones but right now his dick and ass were more in control. “Uh… I guess that would be ok. But if you try to steal my boyfriend, I’m gonna fuck you up good” Trevor said. “It’s just gonna be a quick fuck, we gotta get back to our friends that are crashed in our room” Kyle said. Before he knew it, Skyler was naked and bending over at the head of the bed. He grabbed a couple pillows and stuffed them under his chest and turned his head saying “Lube is in the drawer next to the bed.” Joe led Trevor to the opposite corner of the bed and reached around, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning his jeans. Trevor unzipped and then pushed his jeans down to his knees. Joe kneeled behind Trevor and pulled his ass apart. Knowing that Trevor had no idea he would be bottoming, Joe hoped that his ass was reasonably clean. The first few licks contained nothing other than sweat so Joe dug his tongue in deeper. Kyle unbuttoned his pants and grabbed the lube. He pushed his jeans down past his knees and then knelt behind Skyler. Sticking his tongue in he tasted the familiar taste of fresh cum. Skyler and Trevor had gone to the bathroom together during breakfast and apparently it wasn’t just to piss. He licked and tongue fucked knowing that he really wasn’t going to need much lube. He stood up and rubbed his cock around Skyler’s hole. “Hey, you gonna use a condom?” Trevor yelled out while Joe was sliding a finger into his anxious hole. “Uh, I never use em but if you want…” Kyle said disappointed. “I don’t have any. We always fuck raw. You got any?” Trevor said. “Nope, as I said, we never use them either. Oh well…” Kyle said, setting the lube on the table and pulling up his jeans. “No, no, it’s good. just pull out to cum, OK?” begged Skyler. “Oh fuck… Uh… yeah, don’t cum inside him… I mean us” Trevor said, flustered. Joe pushed his spit covered finger into Trevor’s hole. “I’ll try, but you know what it’s like” Kyle said, pushing his jeans back down. His cock was even harder than before as he traced around Skyler’s pucker with his PA. Skyler felt the steel on his hole and gasped before rocking his ass back. Kyle could tell that Skyler was eager to finally feel a different cock inside of him after over a year of only being used by Trevor. Aided by the cum, spit and lube, Kyle easily entered Skyler’s hole. He paused with the piercing and the head just past Skyler’s ring waiting for a response from Trevor seeing his boyfriend being penetrated raw by a relative stranger. The whimper that came from Trevor surprised Joe and Kyle. Was it really that traumatic to see someone else use Skyler or was it the fact that he finally had some flesh inside of his ass instead of silicone? Joe pulled his finger out and Trevor stopped. Joe stood up and bent Trevor over, making sure that he kept eye contact with his boyfriend. Skyler was definitely looking back at him as Joe rubbed his cock along Trevor’s ass crack. Trevor moaned and reached back to pull his ass apart. Joe chuckled as he realized how desperate Trevor was to feel a real cock inside him again. Kyle started to rock his hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside Skyler’s warm, slick chute. Skyler was moaning and would turn his head to look back at Kyle, a wide grin on his face. It didn’t take long and his body was bouncing off Skyler’s bubble butt and then ramming back in. Skyler kept encouraging him to fuck harder and Kyle didn’t want to disappoint. He had no idea how Trevor fucked him, but he was going to give Skyler as rough a fuck as he could take. Kyle reached over Skyler’s back and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, pulling himself harder and deeper into the blond’s hole. Joe whispered into Trevor’s ear “You like watching my boyfriend fuck yours?” “Yeah, pound my boy” Trevor grunted as Joe tried to plow his cock into Trevor’s tight chute. He could feel Trevor try and clench his hole, but he didn’t say anything. He grabbed Trevor’s hips and forced his way just inside before pulling back out, adding a little spit to his already flowing precum. With a puddle of charged precum and spit sitting in Trevor’s pucker, he pushed in again and this time found his hole more accommodating. Trevor groaned as Joe opened up his hole with a few firm thrusts. Joe wanted to make sure that Trevor kept watching Skyler get fucked and get used to the idea so he didn’t fuck Trevor as hard as he normally would. Kyle drilled Skyler’s hole and a ring of froth was forming around the base of his cock from Trevor’s load. The longer he fucked the more he wanted to add another load into Skyler. He was wondering if he could silently breed him, but he was usually pretty vocal when he shot and wasn’t sure that he could keep quiet. Kyle slowed his pace down but Skyler quickly started to slam back onto Kyle’s cock. Kyle rammed back in, grinding his hips against Skyler’s butt. His balls began to boil and Kyle knew he was getting really close. He was now ramming Skyler hard and then slowly pulling back, grunting each time. Joe had settled on a mid-paced fuck. Soft enough to not distract Trevor from watching Skyler and Kyle but hard enough that Trevor felt properly fucked. He looked at Kyle and knew he was getting close and wondered if he would be able to pull out before shooting his spunk. He couldn’t remember the last time that Kyle hadn’t dumped his load inside the guy he was fucking. He started to fuck faster and knew with the grip that Trevor had on his cock, he was going to have the same issue. “Fuck this is so hot” Trevor said feeling Joe’s raw shaft drive in and out of his hole and watching his boyfriend get pounded at the same time. Trevor had been stroking his own cock in time with Joe’s thrusts. He could sense Joe getting close and knew that Kyle was probably there too, based on his motion and grunts. “Oh god, yeah… fuck that hole” he said, no one knowing who it was directed to. “Fuck… that feels so good, man” he yelled out as his breathing got ragged. Joe felt Trevor’s hole clench his cock as Trevor’s orgasm started to build. He shoved in hard and enjoyed a couple squeezes before pulling back and shoving back in again. “Fuck! I’m almost there” Kyle yelled out as he hammered Skyler’s hole. Several groans came from Trevor and Kyle could see Trevor’s eyes glued on him. Just before Kyle was going to pull out Trevor screamed out “Breed his ass!” The words triggered Kyle’s orgasm immediately and he buried his cock in deep and let the cum fly. “FUCK!” yelled Kyle as his body flexed and his cock pulsed, shooting a thick creamy load of poz seed into Skyler’s sloppy hole. Skyler let out a loud moan as he felt the cum shoot inside him. Hearing Trevor remove the ‘pull out to cum’ restriction got Joe drilling Trevor faster. He was close and knew it would only be a few more strokes before he would be shooting a toxic load into Trevor. It ended up being only one thrust before Trevor shot his cum all over the bed and the spasms from Trevor’s hole milked the cum out of Joe’s balls. “AAAAHHHH” screamed Joe as his cum pumped and coated every crevice inside Trevor’s chute. The four of them stood there, gasping for air as the spurts slowed and the bodies stopped shaking. Joe pulled out first and slapped Trevor’s ass. “That was a hot fuck” he said before walking into the bathroom and getting a towel. Kyle stood up and coated a finger with the cum mixture dripping out of Skyler’s hole. He leaned forward again and fed it to Skyler who eagerly sucked his finger clean. Trevor had collapsed on the bed and felt his hole throb. Joe threw a towel at Kyle who wiped up his cock and pulled up his jeans, wondering if either Skyler or Trevor had seen the tattoo. Joe had cleaned his cock off and was buttoning his jeans as he said “I hope both of you enjoyed that. I fuckin’ did. We should leave you guys alone to figure out what you guys want - monogamous or open. I think I know the answer, though.” Joe and Kyle let the door close behind them and walked down the hall to their room just in time to see Jaime shoot another load of cum into Chad.

Part 28 - The New Jeff Kyle had been having fun with Jeff, teaching him the discipline to be a proper sub and getting him regularly filled with more poz cum. Jeff had been keeping track of who had bred him including a list of unknown to him men - listed as Unknown #1 - Unknown #17 on his spreadsheet. Kyle would let him know when it was a repeat of the one of the unknowns. It was a Tuesday night when Jeff showed up at the apartment, as requested. He entered and immediately removed his clothing, folding it neatly next to the door, and knelt on the floor awaiting his instructions. “Boy, you have learned everything I have taught you well,” Kyle started. Jeff looked around the room and saw Joe, Steven, Ryan and Dennis, two on either side of Kyle. “Thank you, Sir,” Jeff replied. “I would like to take our relationship to the next level, if you are willing. You will only get one chance at accepting this offer and you need to think about it completely, since it you will be making a long term commitment to me,” Kyle told Jeff. Jeff turned pale, unsure what was about to happen but he knew he had to reply “Yes, Sir.” Kyle pulled a leather collar from behind his back and held it in front of Jeff. “I want you to be my boy, uh, my slave. By wearing this collar it will let everyone know that you have given yourself to me and are now owned by me. I will control what you can and cannot do. You should also consider Joe as your master too, since we are partners. I will protect you and in return you will obey my every word. Since neither of us has done this before, we will start a two week trial period and at that time, either of us can walk away. Or continue on.” Kyle's offer left Jeff was shaking. Did he want to give up his freedom? He had enjoyed every moment he had had since Steven took his virginity, but did he want the commitment to only one or two people? He looked at Steven, wondering if the prospect was okay with him, although Jeff reasoned it must be as he was standing there, not showing any sign of disapproval. “How long may I take to decide, Sir?” asked Jeff. Kyle smiled and said “You have 30 minutes, boy.” The guys went into the kitchen and talked quietly while Jeff pondered his fate. Jeff knew if he turned it down, he would probably never get another chance with Kyle or maybe all of them. He had learned so much from them already and didn’t know how he could repay them for freeing him of his former life as an easily forgettable, vanilla nerd who tried to please his parents and never himself. He had read a little on Dom/sub relationships after his first experience with Joe and Kyle, but never considered it full time, just for a few hours at the most. After 20 minutes of thinking about it, he finally said to Kyle “Sir, I would be honored to have you as my Master.” Kyle was just as nervous about it as Jeff, but was hiding it well. He walked over to Jeff and said “Are you sure?” “Yes, Sir. Please collar me," Jeff asked, a bit of trepidation in his voice. Kyle walked behind Jeff and put the collar around his neck, fitting it snuggly before putting the small lock on and with a ‘click’. Jeff was now his. The other guys came over and congratulated both of them. Jeff was surprised at the attention that he was given and it seemed that everyone was proud of him taking this step in his journey. “Guys, my boy and I would like to celebrate this occasion with an evening of sex. Please use my boy for your pleasure - after I get the first fuck. Kyle clicked a short leash on to the collar and told Jeff to rise before leading him over to Steven’s room and putting him into the sling. Kyle secured his hands and feet before removing his clothes. The other four removed their clothes and gathered around, stroking their cocks. As Kyle moved to Jeff’s ass, Joe moved to his head. Jeff began to suck Joe’s hardening cock and Kyle lubed his hole, slowly inserting one finger, then two and finally three. Kyle could feel Jeff relax his hole and then tighten it around his fingers and he knew he was ready for his cock. He pulled his fingers out and teased Jeff’s hole before penetrating him slowly, sliding in all the way in one long, patient stroke. Joe felt Jeff moan around his cock as Kyle was filling his other end. Kyle nodded to Joe and they simultaneously started to fuck their respective orifice. Joe held Jeff’s head as his cock drove deep into his throat. A few weeks ago, Jeff would have gagged or even vomited with this treatment, but his training had gotten him to be a skilled cocksucker. With Joe getting blown, Kyle couldn’t use the sling to full effect and was holding Jeff still as he thrusted his cock into the warm, silky canal, his cock coating it with toxic precum. Kyle started to pound harder and Jeff’s moans got louder. Jeff was now his and he was going to take advantage of his body. All too soon, he felt his balls prepare to shoot its demon seed and as hard as he tried to hold off, he began to fill the boy’s hole with more poz cum. Joe pulled his cock out of Jeff’s mouth as he saw Kyle begin to orgasm and let Jeff enjoy the full effect without distraction. Joe and Kyle swapped spots and Joe easily pushed his cock into the cum filled hole. Jeff eagerly cleaned his Master’s cock, his cum tasting sweeter than ever. Joe immediately started to drill Jeff’s ass. He had been edging while he was using Jeff’s mouth and throat and couldn’t hold back very long before he too was shooting his poisonous cum into Jeff’s hungry hole. Joe pulled out carefully, pushing any cum that tried to escape back into the boy’s pussy. Steven took Joe’s place and slammed his cock in all the way. He remembered his first fuck with Jeff and replicated its intensity, but this time it wasn’t a grudge fuck. He would pull out slowly and then drive in hard, hearing Jeff grunt “Thank you, sir” each time. He looked down at Jeff and saw a boy completely content in his world - happy to serve and provide pleasure to those his master deemed worthy. Jeff was massaging his cock and brought all thoughts to an end as his need to breed overtook his body. His cock began to shoot its venom into Jeff and the hole got even sloppier as the cum filled him up. Steven pulled out and it was futile to try and keep all of the cum inside. He fed his cum-covered cock to Jeff as Dennis, kneeling, feasted on Jeff’s hole. Jeff squirmed as he felt Dennis’s beard between his spread ass cheeks and then moaned as he felt Dennis’s tongue explore his hole inside and out. Dennis sucked some of the cum out and savored the taste on his tongue as he stood up and slid his cock in. His cock being thicker than the others, stretched Jeff somewhat wider and he inwardly smiled, thinking Jeff's ass felt even better than he remembered. Jeff knew how to get fucked this time and Dennis was going to enjoy this fuck. When Steven removed his cock from Jeff’s mouth, Dennis started to get Jeff swinging and fucking himself on Dennis’s throbbing cock. The strokes got longer and Jeff was bouncing off Dennis until the cock was coming completely out of him for a second before driving back in. Everyone was grinning as they heard the sounds of a well-bred hole being pummeled. Dennis finally pulled Jeff tight onto his cock, stopping the swinging motion and then jackhammered his hole until his cock shot his charged load into Jeff, adding to the toxic mixture already in him. Ryan looked at Kyle, waiting for his approval to fuck his roommate. While he had taken dozens of toxic loads, he didn’t feel that he was in the same league as the others since he couldn’t say for sure he was poz or not. “Come on, Ryan. I know Jeff wants you to fuck him too,” Kyle said with a wry grin. Ryan moved in and inserted his rock hard cock into Jeff’s pussy. He never had fucked a hole with this much cum in it and knew the poz seed was coating every part of his cock. He fucked like a locomotive, building up speed slowly until he was pounding Jeff’s ass as hard as he could. Jeff was staring back at Ryan. He had secretly lusted after Ryan from the day he moved in, but back then he didn’t know why. Ryan let out a loud groan as he emptied his balls into Jeff, his neg swimmers being in the minority inside Jeff’s cunt. Kyle entered Jeff again after Ryan pulled out. He grabbed the leash and used it to pull Jeff on to his cock before Kyles hips pushed him away. After watching everyone use Jeff, he knew he was going to cum quickly and after only a few minutes of drilling his boy, Kyle grabbed his legs and pushed as deep as he could and shot more cum into his hole. Joe handed Kyle a buttplug and it slid easily into Jeff’s gaping hole. Kyle released Jeff and the guys all went back to the living room. Joe filled the pipe up and lit it, passing it around. This time, Kyle passed it to Jeff, who took his first hit of pot. Jeff coughed as the smoke burned his lungs and everyone chuckled. Later, Kyle got up and walked over to Jeff and grabbed his leash. “Rise, boy” he said and Jeff got up, feeling a little unsteady after several hits of weed. Kyle leaned in and kissed Jeff passionately. Ending the kiss, Kyle disconnected the leash and said “We all have classes tomorrow, so it’s time to get some rest. I will see you tomorrow.” Jeff walked over and put his clothes on, and he and Ryan went back to their dorm. Jeff walked out of his dorm room the next morning wondering what kind of responses he was going to get from his collar. He had seen a few people on campus with them, but almost all of them were people into the punk or goth scenes. He didn’t have to wait long for the first derogatory comment. Sitting at the table in the dorm cafeteria he heard one guy walk by and say “Look at the nerdy dog.” A few minutes later another guy started to taunt him and he was about to get up and leave when Ryan showed up and told the guys "Fuck off and leave him alone.” It was just like when guys made fun of him in High School, but this time he was proud of what he was and knew that they were probably just belittling him to cover their own insecurities. The comments continued when he got to his first class with a few people making comments. One guy did stop him after class and complemented him on his collar suggesting “Ignore those guys. They’re just assholes. I think it looks pretty damn hot. I wish I had the guts to wear one. Hi, I’m Ben,” the guy said. Jeff had seen him in several of his classes, but had never talked to him. Ben was a tall guy at just over six foot two and skinny. He always dressed in dark colors, usually black and had his ears mildly gauged. His hair was dark and long, sometimes in a short pony tail and other times just left hanging. “Hi Ben, I’m Jeff. Thanks, I could use a bit of encouragement. I haven’t had a good reaction from a bunch of people today,” Jeff said with a sullen tone. “Oh, is it your first day with it? You can always take it off if the comments piss you off, but that would let those guys think they won,” Ben replied. Jeff took a breath and swallowed before saying “I can’t take it off. It’s locked on me.” “Fuck, that so fuckin' cool. So it isn't just for fashion?” Ben asked. Jeff chuckled and said “No, it isn’t.” Ben’s eyes got big and he whispered “You have a master?” Jeff wasn’t sure how much he wanted to say, since he had just met Ben, but since he had been supportive so far he replied “Yeah I do. I got the collar last night.” “Fuck, dude. That is really cool. Can I ask, is it a guy or a girl? I’m just curious. I’m bi so I’m good with it either way.” Jeff was taken aback from the question and Ben outing himself but quickly answered “My master’s name is Kyle, and yeah, I’m gay.” Ben and Jeff had started walking out of the lecture hall and out of the building towards the center of campus. “I hope you don’t mind me asking questions. I’ve just never met anyone who is comfortable talking about this stuff. I tried being a sub to a guy once, but all he wanted to do was beat me for no reason and then fuck me. I hope you’re having a better experience,” Ben told Jeff as they walked. Jeff’s amazement continued as Ben was very open about his sexual adventures. “Uh, yeah. I have liked it so far, but I just really started a few weeks ago. I like what’s happened so far, that’s why I agreed to the collar,” Jeff explained, not wanting to give many details about his sex life to a stranger. “Oh, good. Maybe you can introduce me to your master sometime. Maybe he knows someone that could train me. I want to see what a good Dom/sub experience is like” Ben said. “Yeah, you should definitely try some short sessions first. I didn’t, but I think I got lucky by meeting the right people. I’ll ask him and let you know” replied Jeff. “Cool. Let me give you my number and you can text me the info or if you need help,” Ben said. Jeff headed towards the library to study before his next class and hoped people would just leave him alone. He made it through the next class with only one comment “Hmm, someone is either trying to become a bad boy or already is.” Jeff smiled in response. When Jeff got back to the dorm there was a crowd waiting for the elevator and the guy that made the dog comment in the cafeteria saw him and walked up to him, putting his finger into the D-ring on the collar asking “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with this on? Are you just a lost puppy looking for a bone?” “Curt, leave him alone,” said one of the people in the crowd as Curt started to drag Jeff around the foyer, occasionally yanking him in different directions. Jeff was about to thrust his knee into Curt’s balls when an RA walked in and Curt quickly let go of Jeff. “Curt, follow me,” said the RA and the two of them disappeared down the hall. A few people came over to ask Jeff if he was okay. Jeff replied yes he was, just a bit shaken. Jeff sat in his dorm for a while shaking and wondering if this was worth it. He knew he might get harassed, but didn’t think it would be this bad. He was curled up and sobbing on his bed when Ryan walked in. “What’s wrong, Jeff?” Ryan asked as he sat down on the bed and held Jeff close. Jeff explained his day and the event at the elevator. “I’m gonna beat the crap out of that asshole” Ryan yelled and started to get up. Jeff said “No, he’s too strong and will probably hurt you. Let the RA deal with him and if it happens again, I’ll call the cops.” “OK, but I want you to text me the minute he or anyone else harasses you” Ryan said and then asked “Are you going down for dinner? We can go together and I’ll beat up anyone who says anything.” “No, I’m not hungry. Can you just bring me back an apple or something?” Jeff said as he curled up on the bed again. “Sure. Don’t let these guys get to you. They’re just scum and karma will get them eventually” Ryan said as he walked out the door. Ryan went and got dinner, but sat by himself at a table and pulled out his phone, sending a text message to Steven “Jeff got harassed 4 collar. Can u tell Kyle, but don’t let Jeff know I said anything.” Steven, Joe and Kyle were eating Thai food that Steven had made for them for dinner when Steven’s phone buzzed. Reading it, he yelled out “Fuck!” and Joe and Kyle looked at him. “What?” said Kyle and Joe at the same time. Steven read the message aloud and looked at Kyle. Kyle’s face was bright red and he looked like he was going to rip something or someone to bits. Steven called Ryan back and put it on speakerphone. Ryan told them what Jeff had told him. Kyle’s expression just got more intense. “Where can I find Curt?” asked Kyle. “He’s got a room on the 3rd floor of my dorm building. I don’t know the room number, but I think its on the west end. He’s just an asshole and picks on anyone he can. If you need help changing his jawline, let me know” said Ryan. Kyle tapped out a message to Tony “Need help. My boy got beat up by thug. Want to get even.” Kyles phone rang a few minutes later and Kyle explained the situation to Tony, first having to tell him about collaring Jeff. Tony asked Kyle to meet him at the club warehouse in 45 minutes and bring whatever muscle he wanted to help. Kyle chuckled as he looked around. Joe would be good muscle. Steven was not even close to muscle. Ryan was a little better in the muscle department than Steven, but not much. All had offered to help, so he brought them along. When they got to the warehouse, there were two other cars there and three pickups. The guys went to the front door and found it locked. Kyle knocked and Tony opened the door and let them in and led them to an office. Kyle saw four large muscled guys and three boxes on the desk. Tony said “I realize that your boy is not in the club… yet. But he’s your boy and that means we protect him too. This is part of our enforcement crew. We will make sure that the guy that picked on your boy regrets having been born. Grab a mask, a hoodie and gloves from the boxes and lets take the trucks. I got a bit of info on your guy Curt. He's rubbed a lot of people the wrong way and this is going to be an easy one.” They drove over to the dorm parking lot and parked. Tony motioned for everyone to stay and walked over to gold Cadillac Escalade and jabbed the side of each tire with an awl. He stood behind the SUV as the tires deflated and sent a text message on his phone. Tony hopped back into the pickup and said “He should be out here any minute.” Soon they saw a lone figure walk across the field to the parking lot. Tony nodded at the other four members of the enforcement crew and they got out of the truck and crouched down near Curt’s wounded SUV. You could hear the swearing from Curt as he got close and saw what had been done to his beloved truck. As he walked around the SUV, one of the enforcers came up behind him and covered his mouth with a rag and Curt was passed out and limp in seconds. Tony picked up Curt and threw him over his shoulders and walked back to the pickup. He laid Curt down in the pickup bed and one guy taped his ankles together and another his wrists. They tied his body down with a cargo net and then got into the truck. They drove for about 30 minutes out of town, down a few gravel roads until they got to a farm and pulled in back of the house next to a large metal shed. The door opened and the trucks drove in. Curt was taken from the pickup bed into a room, stripped and placed on a fuck bench and his hands and feet shackled down. Kyle looked around the room and noticed a man that had not been in the warehouse. He was a thin, frail man about Kyle’s height, and looked to be in his late sixties. His cheeks were sunken in and there was a few sores on his face. On the table next to him was one of those old-time doctor’s bags. Everyone stood around Curt’s limp body as the man approached Tony. “Dr. C, its good to see you again. Unfortunately, this young man seems to need an attitude adjustment. He has attacked verbally and physically one of the club members. He sounds to be homophobic and thinks he is better than everyone else. I think the usual treatment will get him to be a better citizen.” Dr. C nodded and looked Curt over. He walked behind Curt and set his bag down on a table nearby and pulled out a speculum. Applying the tool to Curt’s ass, he spread it open, stretching the hole until Curt’s guts were easily visible. The doctor then pulled out a large bottle brush from his bag and inserted it deep and began to twist and piston the brush until the brush turned red and blood dripped out of the hole. The doctor then removed the speculum and put it and the brush inside a plastic bag and then into his satchel. The guys watched Curt’s hole slowly close and the doctor then dropped his pants and pulled out a large 8 1/2 inch pierced cock. He stroked it from semi-hard to full length and then slammed into Curt’s unsuspecting ass. He fucked for almost five minutes before screaming out as he pumped his high viral load cum into the passed out college student. Each of the guys took turns adding their own tainted seed into Curt’s pussy. Ryan was the last to fuck Curt and wasn’t sure whether he was shooting charged or uncharged cum, but enjoyed every second fucking him. As Ryan walked back to the wall, two of the enforcers unlocked Curt from the bench and laid him down, face up on the large table. The doctor walked over and set out a piece of cloth around Curt’s cock and balls. He put down another cloth and laid out some tools - a scalpel, a needle and surgical thread, a bottle with a cleaning solution, and some gauze pads. He put on some surgical gloves and then pulled Curt’s ballsack up and secured it with some clamps on either side. He applied the cleaning solution and slowly he cut an incision, pulled a ball out of the sack and used his scalpel to remove it and set it in a jar full of liquid. He did the same with Curt’s second testicle and then sewed everything up. One of the enforcers walked up with a box containing bottles of saline solution, a stack of gauze pads and several more clean rags. The doctor turned to Tony and said “Please, put him back on the bench, I will want to inseminate him several more times in the next few days. Come back in three days at midnight and you can take him back. He will hopefully no longer be a threat to anyone. If he does cause more issues, then we can take it a step further and remove his penis. There are a few further treatments we can give him if he remains a problem.” The enforcers gently moved Curt back to the bench, making sure his cock and balls were free from the top of the bench. His hands and feet were reattached to the tie down points and a blackout hood was put over his head. Once Curt was secured, everyone but the doctor left the room and went back to the pickups. They drove back to the warehouse and as they got near Tony said “Kyle, I want you back at the warehouse Saturday night at eleven PM. We won’t need anyone other than you and the enforcement crew and we will take Curt back to the dorm. OK?” “Yes, Sir” Kyle said. “Good. And I don’t think I need to tell any of you that you will never speak of this evening again. It never happened. You studied all night, right?” Tony said sternly. “Yes, Sir” the guys said. Kyle dropped Ryan off near the front of his dorm and then they went back to the apartment. Few words were spoken as they had driven and it continued in the apartment. Finally Kyle said “Thanks guys, I appreciate your help. I didn’t think it would be this drastic, but that fucker deserves it.” Steven and Joe nodded and they then headed to bed. Ryan walked into the dorm room, hoping that Jeff was ok. The lights were out and he fumbled over until he found the desk lamp and turned it on. He looked over and Jeff was on his bed, just in his sleeping shorts, but on top of the sheet and blanket unlike he usually was. He looked closer and could see Jeff sweating and drenching the sheets with perspiration. “Fuck” he thought. He reached for his phone and texted Steven “Tell Kyle that Jeff is sick.” Curt awoke, shivering in his truck. His body ached almost everywhere. He could feel his nose was dislocated and there were cuts on his cheeks. His chest hurt each time he took a breath and his stomach felt like he had been gut punched for hours. His cock hurt. He looked down and his t-shirt was torn and his pants were ripped open around his knees which had large scabs on them. His cherished Air Jordans were covered in what looked like cow dung and were ripped at the toes and ankles. Even his balls hurt, but as he rolled over and went to adjust himself, he couldn’t even feel them. Panicked, he pulled his jeans down and felt around. His balls were gone. Not hiding since he was cold. Gone. He got out of the back of the truck and saw the four flat tires, like he remembered right before he passed out. Walking back into the dorm several people were pointing at him and laughing. In his usual bravado he told them to “Shut the fuck up.” Curt got onto the elevator and saw his reflection in the door and saw something taped to his shirt. It was a sign. On one side - the one facing out - said in large letters “I AM A FAG” and on the other side was a note: “Curt, I hope you enjoyed your weekend. You have harassed people for too long and now it was time to pay for it. You will no doubt find that you are no longer the same pompous jerk. Your body has changed and will continue to change. Hopefully you will mentally change for the better. We know how to get you and punish you. Any time. Any place. If you try to find us you will fail. If you continue to harass people, we will come back. No one will listen to you, since you have hassled too many people for anyone to care if you received any retribution. Be a better person and nothing more will happen." He walked to his room and went in. His roommate had moved out and the room was just his stuff, but most of it was broken. He looked at the mirror and there were bruises on his face and hands. He took his clothes off and saw more bruises all over his body. His ribs were sore, like he had been kicked on the ground. The bruises continued on his legs. HIs ass was sore, like someone had impaled him with a baseball bat. Someone walked down the hall and saw his door open and said “Oh, look. The asshole is back.” As he got up to go yell at them, his body ached too much for him to want another altercation. Curt laid low for the next week until the flu hit. He could barely get out of bed. He had a fever and had more aches over his body, different than the aches from a week earlier, but just as painful. He tried calling people but even those that had been his friends wouldn’t return his calls or would hang up when they heard his voice. He finally called 911 and when the paramedics showed up they were disinterested in helping him. After he pleaded for 15 minutes, they took him to the hospital and left him at the emergency room to wait with the other patients. When the hospital staff finally looked at him, they admitted him and put him in an old room by himself. He was hooked up to an IV to keep him hydrated and sedated and given minimal food. After a week he started to feel better and the doctor came in. “Hello Curt. I don’t know what you did, but you seem to be the most unliked person in this city. The nurses are drawing straws and the loser has to attend to you. It took days, but I finally got your test results. The flu that you had was from your seroconversion. You are infected with a rare strain of HIV that we have currently have no treatment for. The hepatitis we can treat, but it will take a while before we can get approval for it. At least with your castration, your sex drive should be down so you won’t infect anyone else.” Kyle and Ryan kept monitoring Jeff and when the fever got too high, they took Jeff to the same hospital that Curt had just been admitted to. The nurses checked him over and the doctor admitted him, but he was placed in a much better area. They quickly got him rehydrated and got his fever under control. Kyle had been by his side most of the time and had removed his collar before he went to the hospital. When Jeff came to after being unconscious for over a day, he panicked when the collar was gone. Kyle reassured him it was safe and was only off until he was released. Just as Jeff was starting to feel better and was about to be released, Ryan was coming down with a fever. His illness was not nearly as bad and only lasted two days before he was moving around as normal. A week later, Steven took Ryan to the clinic to get tested and make sure he was the newest poz guy in town.

CHAPTER 5: Last week Mike stayed at my house, or me at his almost every night, and he bred my ass every single time. Mike cums harder, and in a larger volume, than most any top I’ve been with … as least seems like it – since when we’re together, almost all of his cum ends up in my ass. Mike likes taking cum too, apparently. Several times, when we’re naked together, I’ve reached around to feel his hole, and I’d swear it’s wet with a load. I know someone is breeding him, and I’ve got a very good idea of who. The last time we fucked I begged him, “Fuck me the way Chris fucks you … breed my ass babe … cum in me”, Mike just moans when I talk nasty to him like that. I still have mixed feelings knowing that Chris is fucking Mike bareback, and squirting HIV+ cum into his him; but it’s his choice. I know Mike could end up testing positive, but when we’re together, and his raw cock enters me, all of that goes out the window, and all I do is beg for cum. This week hasn’t been nearly as exciting for me. Mike and I haven’t been able to get together for our regular fuck sessions. I’m so fucking horny – I want a man’s seed in my ass right now – I need to be fucked. I sign into BBRT, it’s often hit or miss for me, but it feels like my best shot for getting bred right now. The “Local Parties” link catches my eye, it reads “(5)”, which is odd because usually it just reads “(2)”, and more often than that, none. There are the usual “Cum hole visiting” type parties, but what’s interesting to me is a party labeled, “HUMP Day Cum Party”, and it’s tomorrow night; Tops, Bottoms and Versatile guys welcome. I haven’t had a lot of group sex but suddenly I’m interested. I click into it, and the detail pretty much confirm it. This is a group sex party for a mix of guys. I click on the host’s profile link, he’s a hot looking guy in his 40’s. He’s a versatile top and his status reads “Undetectable” – I think, “Damn that’s a hot poz dick”. I shake my head, my libido is betraying my logical thoughts. I say “fuck it” and unlock my pics for him. Going back to the party invite, in the 2nd paragraph of text, the host stresses that he doesn’t want to end up with all tops or all bottoms but interested guys should unlock and wait for a reply. My cock is obviously interested, I can feel the precum. So far, fifteen guys have been accepted. One of the tops has a hot looking cock, so I click into his profile, and it’s Chris. I give it all of two seconds thought and unlock for him, too. Back to the party list, and the next shoe drops, “that’s Mike’s profile”, I mouth. I decide to click on his profile link. “He’s changed a few things”, I think. For one thing his preferred position now reads, “Bottom”; which feels odd considering how much he’s been breeding my ass. Largely his profile is the same, but his HIV status now reads “Not Sure”, instead of “Ask Me”, and his looking for HIV status reads, “Positive Only”. My face immediately feels flush. The hot guy who’s been breeding me lately, and that I have close feelings for, is telling everyone on BBRT that he wants to bottom solely with HIV+ tops. “How long has this been going on? Did Chris convince him to do this? Is Chris trying to give Mike HIV? Does Mike want HIV?”, the thoughts all criss-crossing my mind. My head starts to swim a bit. I feel weird, I enjoy sex with Mike so much, and Chris too. I think, “How did it comes to this? When did it happen? Why the hell hasn’t he told me about his decision?” I wasn’t sure what to do about all this, but after a few minutes, I resolved that in some way I had started down this path, and I wasn’t backing out now. I like Mike, I like Chris, I’m not about to push away guys I’m seriously into – even if one of them is poz. I gulped and went in to edit my profile. I changed my status to “Not Sure” too, and my looking for status to “No Preference”. It felt oddly comfortable. Chris has fucked me, and I know Chris is fucking Mike a lot lately, and Mike is fucking me a lot lately; I can’t be 100% sure I’m still negative. This feels more honest. I still wasn’t sure about it, my head still lightly swimming, then I hit the save button; I wouldn’t be able to change anything for another 24 hours. I logged out and tried not to think about what any of it means, my cock is rock hard, I texted Mike. Me: Hey sexy Mike: Hey babe Me: Can I have Chris’ #? Mike: Yea … sure Mike: 713-555-5555 Me: Thx Mike: Have fun : ) I could have explained why I wanted Chris’ number, but Mike knows how horny I am, he knows why I want it. I text Chris. Me: Hey Chris … What’s up? Horny? Chris: Ummm … sorry, who is this? Don’t have this # Me: Sorry, its Kevin, Mike’s friend Me: Horned as fuck here Chris: Haha yep yep Chris: I remember that hole Chris: I’m always horny Me: Wanna fuck? Chris: Can’t host Me: You can come over lol Chris: You are horny, aren’t you? Chris: Almost done with work, after? Me: How long you think? Chris: ‘bout an hour Me: Cool Me: Remember where I live? 1392-B Selmfield Lane Chris: Cool … yea think so Chris: Message you when I leave, prob take 15 minutes to get over there Me: Cool I decided to make sure I’m ready. True to his word, Chris texts me with “omw” almost an hour later. I’m horny and so ready for his cock and cum. I responded with “Door unlocked, in bedroom”. About 10 minutes later I heard a car pull up and I peek out of the blinds – yep that’s him. My heart rate skyrockets, and I can feel my hands get a little sweaty. I grab the lube and a towel and set them on the bed beside me and get into position, head down, ass up. I hear the front door open and shut and footsteps followed by his voice, “Hot”. All of this immediately followed by the sounds of clothes being removed … then I feel his hands on me, “Hey sexy … thanks for inviting me over”, then I feel a tongue in my ass, and I moan, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ohhhhhhh fuck… ahhhhhhh so good”. He knows he’s got me. Using his thumbs, he spreads my ass cheeks and starts to really work the crack of my ass. His tongue making long, slow trips the entire length. When his tongue passes my hole he pauses and makes his tongue into a point, and pushes against my hole. Soon this pressure becomes full insertion of his tongue into me. Grabbing solidly onto my hips, he begins to tongue fuck my hole. I wasn’t expecting this kind of penetration from him, but I love it. The feelings coming from my ass are mind blowing. I’m moaning and crying out, loudly – it just seems to egg him on, as he presses more firmly into me. His tongue is making me crazy; I grab my cock and began to jack off. He quickly pulls my hand off and stops eating my tight hole long enough to tell me not to touch my cock or cum just yet. I’m going crazy; his tongue has me hard, wet, and begging to be fucked. The head of my cock is dark purple, and a huge spot of precum is forming on the bed beneath me. Then it all stops. I feel him squirt some of the lube on my hole making me jump. I hear the slick sounds of him applying lube to his cock. Without thinking, I blurt out, “Fuck me Chris …, please hurry, please fuck me. I feel his hands and cock as he positions his cock in my crack, rubbing it just over my hole. “Relax sexy … I’m going to breed you right”, he says. All I can do is moan my approval. “FUCK!”, I think, as he presses the head in, “This is taking forever … It’s stinging, but I need his cock and cum so bad”. “Fuck me Chris! Give me your poz cum”, is all I manage to get out. I freeze, realizing what I’d just said. Chris doesn’t seem to notice and continues to slowly work his cock into my hole. I can feel his ball sac pressing against my cheeks, as he strains to get all of that hot cock into my ass. He groans and I know he’s got it all the way in. He starts to fuck me with, long, intentional strokes, “Fuck yea … love that ass … my raw cock feels so good in there … you loving my bare cock?”, “Oh yeah … oh holy fuck you feel so good”, “Yeah ... keep taking it, gonna give that ass another load”. His breathing is labored, and his rhythm is making my ass feel so good, that any thoughts about asking him not to cum in me are nonexistent. I want this raw cock, poz or not, I want his cum inside me. That realization makes me groan and squeeze down on his cock, “OH fuck yeah ... What you are … that makes my cock feel good”. “I’m not going to last too long man, this ass of yours is just perfect?”, “Oh yeah?”, “Yes … ahhhh ... so good”. Despite the warnings he’s going to nut soon, he keeps banging my ass, withdrawing his cock almost completely and then sliding it all the way back in. After relaxing a second, he spread my legs further and began a rapid assault. It isn’t but moments later when he grunts that he can’t hold back any longer, “Gonna nut … gonna cum”, “Fuck yea … breed my ass … fucking breed me!”, I blurt it out, I can’t believe I’m saying the words. “Fuck yea dude, you want another load of poz cum huh?”, and I said it, “Yes. Yes. Yeah … I want it. I want your poz cum Chris”. He’s still going, barely able to speak between breathes, and with one last full insertion, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … ahhhhhhh… Fuck!! Fuck!!”, his cock throbs and I know another load of Chris’ poz seed is flowing deep in my ass. His cock is flooding my ass and I can feel some leaking out as he slows down. We’re both sweating, I’m now fucking full of his poz cum, and I’m still hard as a rock, “That was so fucking hot”, is all I can manage. He groans a “Fuck yeah”. He doesn’t move though, I know he can shoot multiple loads and with his hands on my ass and his still hard cock in my ass, I think he might be going for round two here in a just minute. I lay there, head down, wondering if I’m HIV+ now or what, when he speaks, “You ok if I keep going … I got at least one more in me”. I’m quiet for only a second, “Yeah … I’m good ... fuck, go again, I’ve been wanting this all day”. “Turn over”, I immediately flip over and notice an evil grin on his face. I raise my legs and drape them right over his shoulders, making my hole available to him. Without so much as a word he inserts his cock back into my hole, this time though my ass is well lubricated with his cum, and there’s no resistance. He pushes as far forward as possible so that we are nearly face to face. He just sits there a moment completely buried in my ass. I can feel his cock twitch occasionally, and I instinctively squeeze my ass muscles around him. He chuckles, "So hot when you do that!", I nod not able to say anything. I’m completely focused on his cock. He’s so close, I can smell his body, "Mmmmm, you worked up quite a sweat! You smell so good." I stick out my tongue and taste some of the sweat from his chest and neck. He sees what I want and moves his arm over my face, I lick my way right into to his armpit. "Fuck yea! Get in there and slurp up that sweat from my hairy pit. You did that … got me seriously hot and bothered, so you get to clean me up." I bury my face in his hairy pit and inhale. I’ve always been into armpits and guy smells, but Mike never seemed into it, Chris smells amazing. I quickly begin licking at his pit, lapping up the sweat from the thick hair he has under there and practically stuffing my face into his hot pit. He adjusts, moving his other arm and pulling me over to his other pit. "That's so fucking hot, lick up my sweat and funk, you're making me feel good!" After I lick and suck at both pits he pulls me back to look at me. He smiles at the smear of sweat all over my face, then kisses me softly on the lips. He moans...maybe from his own scent...and shoves his tongue inside my mouth, giving me a sloppy, wet kiss, it’s the way you kiss a cumdump not a lover, but I love it. I feel his cock twitch in my ass again and pull away from his mouth. I cock a smile at him, "I hope you're going to give me another load". He gives me a sexy smirk, "Yep. You’re getting at least 2 loads of my cum today.” He immediately starts to pull out a little, then slides in then out a little more, then back in ... it obvious neither one of our cocks had gone soft. In the span of what seemed like a minute or two he is fucking me again, going out of his way to hit just the right spot with every thrust, and I’m thrashing around, moaning, and grabbing the sheets when I’m grabbing onto his thighs trying to get him in deeper. I look up into his face and see him staring right into my eyes, watching my reaction to his movements, it seems like we both want this – I’m letting a guy who is positive fuck me, and I’m ok with it, and he’s fucking a guy who could become positive. He’s just smiling at me. "Oh yea, … think I've found just the right spot, and I'm gonna make sure you feel every inch of this poz cock!", there he said, “POZ COCK”, I’m taking poz cock. “Yes … fuck yea … fuck me with that poz cock!”, it just boils out of me. “I want your poz cock, Chris!”, he obviously like what I’m saying because he started to pump faster. Even though he may act like he’s helping me learn to like poz cock, I can tell by his language, and the way his eyes kept rolling upwards, that he’s getting off on breeding a guy that’s neg. "FUCK! Fuck that feels so good … your ass is so good, I thought I might last longer with this second load, but your hole is just wrapped around my bare cock so perfectly, I'm not gonna hold out much longer." “Fuck yeah … Fuck yeah … ahhhhhh… I want it … fuck me, breed my ass the way you breed Mike”, “Ahhhh yeah … that how you want it huh? Been fucking Mike a while now … tell me how much you want this poz cum”, “Fuck yeah!! I want it Chris … I’m pretty sure I’m still HIV-negative, I might not be if you keep fucking poz cum into me”. “Tell me” … the breathing is hot and heavy, “Fuck me and cum inside me Chris! Fuck your poz cum into me the way you do Mike!”. I can feel myself getting close as well. I’m not sure if I can just lie there and let him keep fucking me after I came, so I decided to see how much he wants to breed me. "Oh yea … fuck yea, …bet my hole is nice and lubricated from that last poz load you squirted in there, fuck, is that you gets you off Chris, seeing us neg guys become HIV+?". He just keeps fucking me, he’s right over me, sweating and grunting when a response of “Fuck yea I do” escapes his lips. He admitted it he wants it, then I think, “Do I want it? Does Mike?”. I love dirty verbal talk during sex and this bit seems to have gotten to him because his eyes widened and he started pumping faster and deeper. The sheer piggishness and lust of our sex is about to push me over the edge, too. His sweat is dripping down onto me, and I reach up and pull his head down to kiss me. His tongue and mouth meet my tongue and mouth, and that does it for both of us. “AHHHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHHH”, I cry out into his mouth and he lets out a muffled roar in my mine. My cum squirts everywhere in the slim space between our bodies, and once again his raw cock is pulsing inside me. I know he’s filling me up with more of his HIV+ sperm. He releases my mouth and buries his head in the pillows beside me and rests his body on his elbows while he tries to catch his breath. After a bit he pulls back and looks at me again, “So fucking hot”, is all he says. He slowly pulled out of my ass and collapses on the bed next to me. I move to lick his still half-hard cock, trying to get up any remaining cum. We just look at each other, sweating, huffing, not really saying anything. He smiled at me, “I really enjoyed that,… you’ve got an amazing ass”, I smile, “Me too … you’ve got an amazing cock”. He hesitates, “Not to get too serious, but you know I’m on meds … might be more chance of you getting infected from Mike’s cum than mine”. That thought hadn’t really crossed my mind before, “How long you been fucking him?”. The flow of conversation was easy, conversational, more curious than anything else, “A few months … we met on BBRT, he said he was versatile but really horny and wanted to bottom”. He looks at me as if he knows the next question, “He knew I was HIV+ before we fucked the first time”, “Cool” is the only response I can give him. “Tell me about this party you guys are going to tomorrow night”, he laughs, “Haha … still horny huh? A friend of mine is putting it on, just a bunch of horny guys fucking and getting fucked – all bareback though, he’s very strict about that”. “Sounds like fun to me”, “You should go”, “I put in an invite request”. “I’m definitely going to be there if you want another load of poz cum from this”, grabbing his dick for full effect. I look down at his cock and then at his eyes, I know he’s HIV+ and I know I want more of what that cock can give me, “Fuck yea I do”.

Chapter 2: I met Mike a couple of years back when I was just 21, a few weeks from my 22nd birthday, and we quickly became regular fuckbuds. At that time, I thought I was sexually adventurous. Mike, however, opened me up more sexually. Mike fucked me, occasionally shared his piss with me, and my favorite part, he liked group sex and took me to sex parties. It took almost no time before I was chasing the bug with him. I had always barebacked, without giving it much thought, now I hungry for a poz man’s cock. I wouldn’t say we were ever dating, but we were close, we had a lot of sex, and spent a lot of time together. I met Mike on BBRT. Another cute versatile guy among the hundreds. Mike’s profile listed his stats as 24, 5’7”, 135lbs, large cock and his HIV status read, 'Ask me'. I wasn’t sure about that part but I really wanted that cock in me; I was hot for him. I unlocked my pics and noticed he checked out my profile. A minute or two later he had unlocked and I had emails from him. I thought about it and supposed 'Ask me' might well mean he was HIV+, but I was interested, I replied and simply asked. Mike’s reply was “I'm probably neg, but always bareback and want guys to ask." "Why not just say 'Not sure'", I asked. He had no answer, but only replied “Looking .. text me,” giving me his number. I showered and cleaned out and in about 30 minutes was at his front door. He answered the door, looked like pics, but he had serious bed head. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. We made eye contact, I smiled, “Haaaa… looks like I’m overdressed” I said, and in attempt to impress him, stripped right there in the foyer. He kissed me, “Let’s go to my bedroom.” He led me down the hall, I sat on the end of his bed, him standing over me, and we kissed again. It was amazing, his lips were so soft and when his tongue invaded my mouth I got an instant hard-on. He looked down at me, “You’re neg too?” I nodded, “Cool,” he murmured. I kept the eye contact as I lowered myself to my knees, licked the head of his cock while he watched, “Ahhhh … mmmmm … feels good," he moaned. I went slowly, licking the slit, then the head, then taking as much of his cock in as I could get. Back and forth I repeated the motions. I knew it was working, in 3.2 seconds he had become a leaky faucet of precum, and I was greedily swallowing every drop. His hands rested on my head as I serviced him. “Stand up," he ordered, and upon doing so, he again kissed me. Mike pointed to the bed, “Turn around and get on all fours. Show me that hot hole of yours." I climbed on the bed, head down, ass up, spreading my legs and ass with it – I wanted to feel vulnerable and exposed. I wanted him to fuck me. “So hot”, I hear him say softly. He got up on the bed close to me, and ran his hand over my ass and lightly into the crack … teasing. I heard what sounded like him pulling a finger from his mouth, then I felt pain, he shoved his middle finger right up inside me. “Ahhhhh … ahhhh,” I gasped. In a subdued voice he remarked “Mmmmm … Yeah that’s what you want … oh fuck that’s a nice, tight hole." I knew he was just looking down at me – lightly massaging inside me, this time he spoke up, “Yeah I’m gonna fuck and breed you like a little bitch. You’re queer for my seed ain’tcha?” The words were like a drug, “Yes … Yes I am." “Yes, what? You want this raw cock and seed?” This time I didn’t hold back, “Fuck yes I do! Fuck I want that raw cock and seed!" “That’s right boy .. mmmmm .. gonna breed that ass so deep.” Mike removed his finger from my ass, leaned in a little bit and then I could hear the lube as he stroked some on his cock a few times, then another squeeze, and I could feel cold lube running into the crack of my ass. “Bitch, it's time to breed that hole." He then placed one of his hands on my waist and I knew the other was on his cock; I could feel his cock head touching my hole. Mike was about to put that hot cock where his finger had been. I wanted it. I pushed back a little let him know. “Ahhhh … ! Ahhhhh fuck!”, I cried out as he pushed in and his big dick invaded the tight space of my ass. “That’s right boy … fuck, … ahhhh … that’s right, fuck … give that ass to me … gonna breed you so deep – fill you with cum." I knew Mike could feel how tight I was but it didn’t stop him from using slow, constant pressure n his cock, “That’s it … so hot … ahhhh… ahhhh... fuck yeah, .. fuck yeah," and he bottomed out, “That’s all of me babe … got that raw cock all the way in." I moaned, “MMMMMMMM”, it stung but feeling his hairy nuts touching my ass made me want his load that much more. He moved back out almost as slowly as he entered, then back in again. It didn’t take very long before he was pounding my ass hard. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pushed all the way in. "Fuck me, mmmmmm… fuck … fuck … yeah, fuck me," I begged. Mike now grunted in reply “Fuck yeah, take my cock, bitch!” I kept my face down in the comforter as he rode my ass like a pro. I had been fucked many times before but Mike was riding this ass like a champion at a Rodeo. “Spread your cheeks more for me”, I reached back, “Yeah like that… like that”, it felt like that raw cock pushed in a little deeper, if that was even possible. “Fuck yeah … breed my ass … I want it. Fuck .. fuck .. yeah you want this dirty load don’t you?” I had no idea what we were even saying, “Yeah, I do," I replied. I was too involved to give any other reply. Mike rode me like that for a solid 10 minutes and I could tell from his grunts he was about to go over the edge. “ahhhhh … I’m close … fuck! … I’m getting close babe, … gonna dump this huge load inside you … ahhhh”, “Fuck yea … fuck I want it”. Mike made a few final firmly planted thrusts, and then it happened, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH … FUCKKKKK … FUCKKKKKK”, I felt him make one final thrust in deep and I knew he was squirting his load into my guts. “FUCK!”, he shouted, as I felt his cock spasm and the sweat from his balls against me. There was no mistaking I had just taken another man’s cum. We were both hot and sweating when the a/c kicked on … we stayed connected like that for a few more minutes, neither one of us wanting to move or let his cock slip out of my hole. “That was so hot .. did you get what you wanted?” It seemed a bit of an odd question, but I just replied with, “Fuck yeah I did. I wanted your big load. It was so hot." Mike withdrew and lay down beside me and we started to share soft kisses as we lay there just soaking in the whole experience. “So you like this raw cock huh?” “Love it … that was so hot.” “Nice … we gonna do it again?” I replied “Hell yeah, anytime.” “You up for group fun sometime, too? Fuck bud of mine loves breeding ass … he usually just fucks me." The image of Mike taking raw cock while fucking me went through my head, “Bareback?” “Yeah, it's the only way I get fucked," he replied. I just laughed, “Yeah, I’m up for that anytime." Mike looked at me, “Kevin … he’s poz … that still cool?” I hadn’t given it any thought before, but this made me acknowledge, even as hot as he was, I had just let another guy I didn’t really know cum inside my ass. I know there was a risk, but in the few seconds it took me to process his question I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said anything, so I just spit out, “I’m good … yeah,.. yeah, it's cool.” “You sure? I gotta say, I fuckin' love his cock too." “I’m sure, yeah, I’m sure. Will he want to fuck me?” “He might. Yeah, I think so. You might as well let him." “Yeah.” “You just took my cum, and he’s been fucking me for a while now.” I smiled back at Mike, “Yeah, he can definitely fuck me if he wants.” I swallowed hard, then I just kissed him. Mike just smiled a mischievous grin.