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This is a story inspired by a video post I recently watched (and spunked over bigtime!) ********************************************************************************************************************************* I recently changed the pizza place I use for takeaways, and to be honest I was glad I did, the first evening I ordered something I had a fucking stiffy in my pants after seeing the delivery boy, cute short ginger little muscled fucker with a wide smile and a peach of a bum in his shorts that I gazed at longingly as he walked away from my door. Though I could tell he was a little intimidated by a very large black man each time he turned up to deliver pizza he was friendly and chatty. In time he stayed to chat on the doorstop and I gathered that he was a bit dumb and as he giggled one evening, saying he could smell weed, I surmised he was a bit of a stoner. In addition, from the way he looked at me it gave me a hint that maybe fancied me a bit, but maybe a bit shy or intimidated to follow through. My time came late on a Friday night when I got in from work, showered, put on a robe and ordered a pizza. I was watching a bit of porn whilst smoking a joint and idly playing with my semi-hard cock when the buzzer rang. I was waiting at the door when the lad came up the stairs. He was definitely not himself, in fact he looked a bit teary. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that he had just been given a bollocking by his boss. "Awwww, fuck man, that's a bummer. He chew you out big time eh?" The lad sniffed, responding "Yeah, fucking bastard he...." Then he suddenly stopped talking, and just stared downwards. It was then I realised my robe had fallen open. I laughed, saying "Haven't you ever seen another man's cock before?" His face was almost as red as his hair and he mumbled "Of course," but I noticed that he licked his lips. "Hey, when you finish, why don't you come around we can have some beers and some weed." His eyes lit up as he asked "Really? You want me to come and hang out?" I smiled, answering "Sure, kiddo." When he turned up later that night I was ready. I was delighted to see that he even turned up with his own beer. A few beers and a few joints later I asked him why he was so shocked to see my dick earlier. He blushed furiously and stammered-out this answer: "I've never seen a black man's cock before." Naturally I laughed, asking "But you have seen a man's dick before, eh boy?" He nodded somewhat shyly so I pressed harder "Have you sucked one?" God, I almost burst when he nodded blushing bright red again, but picked-up on the thread, saying "Hey, nothing wrong with that boy." He visibly relaxed as if he had let out a big hidden secret. I smiled and pushed the line of question a bit further, asking "Been fucked?" He almost spat his beer out "No!" I laughed, commenting "Well, never say never." Then I pulled-out my meth pipe, lit it, and took a hit. All wide-eyed, he asked "Whats that?" I exhaled, smiling at him, answering "Primo shite, kiddo. Better than weed." He watched me take another hit, and screwing-up his courage, asked "Can I try it?" I casually smiled, and answered "Of course, my boy." I packed the pipe nice and heavy, and then walked over, sat down next to him, handed him the pipe, and as he looked a bit unsure, I told him what to do. He took to the pipe like a baby to its mothers tit, inhaling deeply and then laughing as the hit took hold. "Fuck, that's good." He started to sweat a bit so it was easy for me to get him to take-off his top. His body was even better than I'd anticipated - he was very pale shade of white, smooth-skinned, and very muscled. I re-packed the pipe and handed it to him. As he blew clouds I felt his big pecs and tweaked his nipples. His eyes now glazed over, I put one hand behind his head, pulled my robe open with the other, and felt no no resistance at all as I pushed his head down, his sweet boy mouth opening-up and finding my big hard cock. As he sucked my bulbous cock head I pulled the back of his shorts down and rubbed his muscled ass. Then, as he groaned in pleasure, I took a hit myself and then pulled him off my dick, went to the bathroom leaving him, and, as I was now in for a busy night, I popped a Viagra and slid a nice thick chrome cock ring around my meat. When I came out of the bathroom I was fucking blown away that he was kneeling on the bed taking another hit of Tina through the pipe. Noticing his eyes were completely glazed, I took the pipe off him and with no resistance from him I twisted him around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I gave his back a little shove and he went forward so his chest was on the bed and his arse was high in the air. I rubbed his white arse gently and he groaned as his boi hole puckered. I held him with one hand while I lined my cock up with his unlubed boi pussy, and pushed-in slowly, teasing his hole with my dickhead. His hole resisted at first but each time I applied pressure, the tip of my dick would spread his little white hole a little more. Then around the seventh thrust, his hole spread and my cock head popped inside. He made a little 'Uuuuhhhh' noise, so I rested for a moment enjoying the view of his little white hole obscenely stretched round my fat black dick. I rubbed my hand over his back soothing him as I pushed gently forcing his hole to accept more of my cock deeper into his ass. He moaned and groaned a bit but didn't resist as my cock penetrated deeper in to his inexperienced ed boi cunt. I stopped at the halfway point, rubbing his back telling him "Oh baby boy, you doing so good." He groaned again as I again applied pressure, pushing another couple of inches inside him. His hole felt so tight round my dick and I was delighted when I reached under him to find him playing with his little hard dick. As I started to fuck him gently I loved the way his hole stretched out with my pull out thrusts and him making 'Uh uh uh' noises as my dick slowly pushed in and out of his ass. "Little boy, you love that big black daddy cock, don't ya boy?" He gave a garbled "Mmmmmmm" again, but then it was not a rhetorical question on my part. I resisted the urge to really rough fuck him, as I wanted his introduction to anal sex to be mutually pleasurable, and besides, the night was young and there would be plenty of time to rape him later. I withdrew my dick from his hole, and he groaned, which prompted me to grin as I inspected his ass lips, finding his little ring was completely puffed-up. He moaned again as I slipped my cock head back in before his hole could close I murmured "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's not finished with your arse - not for a long time yet." He literally sighed as I penetrated deeply into him. His hole was learning fast and though the boy would definitely have a hurting boi pussy the next day, for the moment he was flying on the chems and loving his virgin hole reamed out by my big black dick. I started to fuck him a little harder with no complaints from him, just a lot of little yelps and groans of pleasure which the sensations in my dick mirrored, I shifted forward so I was now kneeling on the bed, with my dick buried to the hilt in his hole I reached forward and grabbed him by his ginger hair pulling him up so he had to use his hands to steady himself. "Look in the mirror boy" I snarled, his eyes focused on the mirrored wardrobe by the bed. He gasped as he saw the reflection of himself being fucked by a big black man old enough to be his grandfather. "Oh, god" he cried as I picked up the pace, plunging my dick into his now red swollen boi pussy. "That's right, little white boy. Watch yourself being corrupted." His groans grew louder but his eyes stayed glued to the action in the mirror. My balls started to tingle as I felt my spunk boiling in them, aching for release. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's going to breed you boi." My dick started to swell and though I held off as long as I could, I knew it would not be long, "Daddy's going to get you pregnant boy, pregnant with my poz babies." His eyes widened and he gurgled with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Soon my dick swelled more and then I blew volley after volley of my seed deep into his guts, and exactly at the same time he shot his load so hard that some of it actually hit the mirror.

Was traveling to a job site, and got hit up on one of the apps by a shaved head muscle stud... he said he wanted to breed my hairy hole. We both couldn't host so found some woods nearby. Parked on the side of the road and sent the guy my location. I walked into the woods and he showed up 5 minutes later. Started by sucking his cock and licking his balls.... dropped my jeans and he started fingering my hole. He then spit in his hand and started lubing my hole with his spit. Got him rock hard with my mouth, then I turned around and bent over exposing my hairy hole to him. He spat on my hole and pushed the head of his cock in my hole. Told him to just hold it there so my hole can adjust. 30 seconds later told him I'm ready and he started to slowly fuck my hole raw. Felt damn good and he spit on my hole one more time and pushed his thick cock head back in and fucked balls deep. Told him keep fuckin and he did.. he picked up the pace and a minute later said he's gonna cum. Told him to keep fuckin and breed my hole deep. no pullin out. Felt his cock push balls deep one last time and he started cumming up hole. Told him keep his cock in my hole.. let my hole milk his cum... about 30 seconds later his cock slipped out... pulled up my jeans and he thanked me for letting him use my hot hairy hole. Told him lets breed again and he said fuck yes.

Went to my fav services the other night , usually good for something but it was getting a bit late ...or rather early. I stopped off there on my way home , been over to a mates and he’d put a couple of loads up me but I was still itching for some cock ...thought I might get a truckers cock to suck on ...the services are ok and mostly for lorry drivers..which is good 😜 anyhow id done a circuit of the place all a bit dead TBH ...lots of over night cabs and not many people about...was thinking bout heading off when I saw a lad sat on one of the low walls watching me and smoking a fag...nodded at him and he said “alright?” and I went back towards the toilets...catching that he’d ditched the fag and and was slowly following...nice ...think we are on….took my time at the urinal ..not doing much with me knob out...the lad comes in and stands one away from me ...nods and gets his cock out ...then gives me a flash of it and goes in to the end cubical. I give it a couple of beats then follow him in and he’s sat on the bog wanking quite a big completely shave cock I get mine out and he’s face planted in my pubes ...fuck me he can suck ...and I take hold of his head and fuck his face for a bit ...hes got a bit of scruff and I slap my cock on it ...im gushing pre cum and he’s loving it…he whispers “fuck?” and I nod and grin ... he pulls his pants down and shows me his ass... its a pale firm bubble and I get down on one knee and plant my face in it….fuck it was smooth and his pink hole tasted of musk and soap ...i ate that thing for a good while till he said “mate please fuck me” I got up ...grabbed his neck and twisted him round so I could get my tongue down his throat ...tasted of beer and fags ...my hands up his jumper , the little lad was built I pushed him against the back wall straddling the bog and line my bare cock up on his hole before I pushed in … fuck he felt great ...i fucked him for a while slowly ..and quietly ...a couple of times blokes came in but I made use of the flushing and hand dryer to fuck him harder...in the end his arse clamped down in me and he was cumming in the bog and that was it for me I pulled him in got as deep as I could and let go ...fucked my muck up him the kept going till it was frothy on my cock and his hole. We cleaned up and had a fag outside , said hes a polish diver called Ben ...actually asked if id enjoyed it ...fuck yeah ...turns out he tries to stop here when hes doing this route..i said id like to have a go on his cock next time...he said “you mean now?” ...i said if he was up for it...thinking it would be a no ...all he said was “can I breed you?” ...fuck yeah this time we went back to his cab (best smelling lorry cab ive been in) ...we stripped and there was a lot of snogging before I got him on his back and slid my arse down his big pale cock ...fuck me he hit the spot ...we fucked like that for a while till he rolled me over and got my legs up ...fuck he got deep then he was cumming again….i shot a load on my chest and belly ...Ben got a towel and we cleaned up ...bit more chat and another fag then home ...really nice lad

Love poppers. Vivid memory of my first time with 'em, about ready to fuck this guy back in college. Holding his legs apart and he hands me this bottle. I sort of knew what they were, took a sniff and came about 30 seconds;) No poppers again until a few years ago and now I fucking love them. Love huffing with another guy or guys watching that peppered up look take over. And...my mind gets filthier and pervier with a few huffs!!

I love cheating. It's exhilarating. Love the risk. I don't think I've been in a relationship that I haven't cheated in and a number of those relationships I was being cheated on at the same time as I was cheating on them. So hot! I love cheating so much that I try to make it as easy as possible for other guys who are cheating to cheat with me. Recently, this ginger guy stopped by for a blowjob. We hadn't talked much arranging the hookup and I didn't know he had a partner. He told me he loved getting his ass eaten, which I love to do, so he got on all 4's on the sofa and I dove into his trench. A few minutes later he said "are you cool with me taking a picture of you eating me out to send to my boyfriend?" That just drove me over the edge and I just dove my face deeper into his ass and my tongue deeper into his hole to which he said "I'll take that as a yes." Fuck it was so hot!

Living in London, the tube does have delays sometimes. This time it meant walking a few miles back home and decided to take a short cut through the woods - not to find cum, but it was genuinely quicker and I like the peace of it. A few mins into the walk, I saw a topless man by a tree deep in the bushes. I walked past but turned around, put my ear phones away and walked towards him. As I got closer, he saw me and turned around and I saw an older bloke with a very flaccid cock. The whore in me made me walk a little faster. I stood in front of him, grabbed his balls and started snogging him before he stopped me and said I should get on my knees. Obliging, his flaccid cock became rock hard in my mouth nearly instantly. It wasn’t big but very tasty and his quiet moans turned into oozing precum as I worked his shaft. I stopped for a second and said put it in me. I unzipped my jeans and put my arse up and he entered me unlubed but there was enough precum that it was quite lubed up! A few thrusts and a grunt, he unloaded what was a hard blast of hyperventilating and cumming through my very raw hole. He didn’t stay long inside me when he came, grabbed his shirt and ran off. I went home with a great load inside me, tasted great when I fingered it out when I got home!

"fucking nice tight cunt" my mate Anton grinned as he plowed his fat cock in and out of the boys bum "where did you find him?", I smirked as the boy gagged a little on my dick "he's the fucking pizza delivery boy", Anton laughed grabbing the boys hips and gave him a few nice hard pumps, the boy slobbered and sucked I got a nice lump of tina handing it to Anton who pulled his dick out the boys arse and roughly pushed the bump deep into the ginger boys pussy "boy you is so going to get so fucked tonight" Anton growled. I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped him round the face with it, " on the bed boy" he scrambled off of his knees and onto the bed, "on your knees and spread your legs white boy" I rubbed my fat cock up and down his arse crack, his tweaked boi pussy lips were puckering as if to give my cock head a kiss as I lined my dick up and pushed "oh daddy" he groaned as my large mushroom head popped through his swollen arse lips and his cunt literally sucked my dick deep into him "oh yeah good boy" I whispered as I gently started to fuck him stretching and tugging his boihole out as my dick pushed in and out of his arse, Anton was by now on the bed grabbing the boy by his ginger hair and shoving his cock into the boys mouth. I enjoyed slow long dicking his arse as I listened to him groaning and slobbering on Anton's dick, gradually I started to fuck a bit harder, thrusting my cock deep into him as I held onto his bubble hard hard, "fuck man what a boy!" I turned my head to see another mate Johnson casually standing in the doorway, I ground my cock deep into the boys arse and winked at Johnson "pipes on the side", Johnson grinned "fuck yeah" as he started to strip, Anton was thrusting his dick in and out of the boys mouth as Johnson blew some clouds and stepped up beside me watching my cock fuck in and out of the ginger boys pussy, "Jesus man that's hot" as he pulled on his own big cock watching as my cock spasmed and jerked casually dumping the second load of the night deep into the boys arse. i stayed in the boy, fucking him enjoying the feeling of my load sloshing round my cock in his hole as Anton groaned and spunked in the boys mouth "that's it boy fucking swallow that load", i pulled my cock out of the boys hole and smirked at the dribble of my spunk that followed it, Johnson caught the cum that had dribbled out and rubbed it round the boys hole "fuck look at the boys hole leak daddy cum" i grinned "two loads of poz babymakers in his pussy", Johnson slipped two fingers into the boy making the boy groan "you want more dick and poz cum boy?" as he twisted his fingers in the boys hole making him squirm and cry out "yes Daddy fuck me oh please fuck me" Johnson laughed "happy to oblige you fucking whore" flipping the boy over onto his back and spreading his legs, the boys eyes were glazed over and full of lust as he watched the big black bulking form climb between his pale white spread legs, Johnson stroked his cock as Anton grabbed one of the boys legs and I the other lifting them and placing them over Johnsons wide shoulders, the boys eyes widened when he saw Johnson's massive black meat aiming for his boi pussy, Johnson spat on the boys face and slid into the sluts hole with one shove, the boy screamed 'oh fuck god!!" as Johnsons big dick filled him up "you'll never forget this night boy" he grunted as he started to dick the boy good and hard.

Part Two The boy didn't move at first - he just stared at himself in the mirror as I pulled my dick out of his boi cunt. I loved the way his hole made and audible 'pop' when my big ol black daddy dick slipped out of his swollen little ring of an arse. I snapped my fingers, pointing at the floor by the bed with the order "Get on the floor, bitch." The dozzy boy was still seemingly entranced by his own reflection, so I gave him a super hard flick slap to his arse, (ask me, if you don't know what this is), which brought him round and another snap of my fingers had him on the floor by the bed. I sighed and idly played with my nipples as I leant back on the bed, I was very pleased with myself and the view I had. Here I was, a 60 year old big black brute, lazing on the bed with a little muscled teen ginger fucker sucking and slurping on my old man meat, cleaning my spunk and his ass juices off like a good boy should. That view was hot enough, but what made it super hot was the fact that in the mirrored doors of my wardrobe I could see the swollen pussy lips of his boy hole gently leaking my spunk as he sucked. I packed the pipe and took a nice draw on it, blowing the clouds down over my belly and onto his sweat dampened head. His eyes were bugging as he sucked looking up at me, so I asked "Baby boy want to blow some clouds?" He didn't drop my cock from his mouth, but his green eyes sparkled and he made a little nod as he continued to suck my limp dick. I rubbed my big hand through his damp hair as my dick started to come back to life, asking "You going to be a good boy for daddy, son?" His mouth moved up and down half of my cock as he nodded his eyes wide and hungry as I packed the glass pipe. It was an amusing sight the little lad on his knees blowing sweet big clouds whilst staring hungrily at my big black daddy meat. He went in to suck again, but I flicked his forehead saying "No, son, you gotta ask Daddy nice." His eyes gleamed and his forehead furrowed as he plead "Please, Daddy can I suck you?" I smirked and flicked his forehead again. "Wrong hole, son." The look in his eyes told me his brain was processing my words, and sure enough he asked "Will you fuck me again, Daddy?" I smirked as I picked up my phone and took a pic of him, "Maybe later, son, but for now you just keep doing what your doing." He carried on sucking as I sent the pic of him to my mates, after all a good boy needs to be shared eh? Us older blokes need a bit of chicken after all. Happily my mates were receptive to my invitation, and the ginger boi did not even notice another man in the room until he felt the man's tongue on his swollen ring. He dropped my dick out of his mouth and groaned. I smirked at him, advising "Just go with it, boy." A good man would have kept a slag like this to himself, but I am not a good or selfish man. As my mate slipped his cock up the boy's shitter, I grabbed the boy's hair, pulling his mouth back onto my dick, grunting as I did so, "Welcome to whoredom, little boy."

I got bred four times throughout my time at cumunion in the dark room last night! Definitely more than I've ever done in one night, and it feels amazing. I loved taking raw cock and moaning for them - it's like a dream come true. It's kind of hard to believe I've taken this hot step now, but now I'm feeling like I should have done this a long time ago and I just want more men inside me. I've been on a bit of a personal journey to embrace riskier fun and embrace my bottom side more. I usually play with older men, and so a lot of the time I happen to end up topping even if I wanted to bottom. Yesterday I decided I really, really needed to bottom and get cum inside of me, and I followed through. I usually get a bit nervous about it and concerned about what my partner might think, but I just knew I had to do it yesterday. I had a light dinner with the partner before heading out and told them I'd be going to the bars, I did not tell him I was planning on getting men to breed me, but he knows I play haha. I left the house cleaned out and prelubed, and had some more drinks at the bars before heading over to cumunion. It was a decent crowd, and the dark room wasn't quite actually dark haha, but it served its purpose, lots of men fucking and breeding. I was determined to bottom, I can't quite recall all the details of how I got into position when and where for each of the fucks, but I did keep track of how many times I got fucked, and by the end of the night I'd been bred four times. The most memorable fuck I was on my knees bent over for a man to fuck me from behind, he was huge and made me moan loudly, so I huffed my poppers and was fortunately able to take him all the way and let him have his way with me. Recounting it now, I'm so horny for being a cumdump this way, which I've never really done before. I never saw who was fucking me, so it was all totally anonymous no questions asked no loads refused breeding. Amazing. I went home later, and I bred my partner with the loads still inside me and told him I'm a slutty boy. I'm a lot less concerned now with what he might think of me doing this, so that's great as well. I'll be looking forward to the next time I get to have men breed me again.

I love poppers and wouldn't play without them. They enhance every aspect of sex for me from getting fucked to getting fisted. They make me horny and to sex to another level. I love to bate with them as well (if anyone is interested in a popperbate phone session, hit me up). I generally have a few bottles lying around to huff whenever.

Gonna be in PS Monday to Wednesday, will be looking for some hot pussy to breed. Gonna need to fill up at least 2 cunts a day. If you want my seed HMU.

I'm lucky to have a young slutty fuckbud who is frequently available to fuck. Friday night he messaged me, told me had 3 loads in him and asked if he could come over. One of my favorite things is felching.....Within 15 minutes he was at my place. I was lying on my bed, he undressed quickly and sat on my face squeezing a huge stream of cum. It tasted so good but I didn't swallow all of it. I saved some so I could snowball the remaining and we kissed passionately sharing the spunk. Soon he was on his back legs up so I could taste what was left and then slid in his hole, so sloppy from cum and spit. I fucked him while kissing and soon shot my load. We exchanged so many fluids and in the end absolutely no clean up

I originally posted this on Squirt but it's still one of my favorite times getting bred. It was about 11:30 on a Tuesday and I had the rest of the day to myself in Toronto. I went to Steamworks; it wasn’t my first time there but at that point I had only ever walked around in a towel and was too shy to make contact with anyone. I had been fucked a few times before – mainly by my BF – but he had a low sex drive and I was a bottom who didn’t initiate anything, so times were (and still are) pretty lean sex-wise. I paid for a room, got undressed, lubed my ass telling myself that I wasn’t going to need it, and went out in the hallway to look around. I had read an online story about a young guy on a fuck bench and I knew that there was one in a dark maze near the Jacuzzi area so I headed off in that direction. There weren’t too many guys there, but I do remember one guy probably in his late 50’s. He was leaning against the wall at the end of a hall, and as I made my way toward him my guts tensed. He was all muscle and had a steely stare that made me want to go down on my knees. But I was too shy so I dropped my gaze to the floor and walked on by. The Steamworks staff were cleaning near the maze area so there was lots of light where it was usually pitch black. I thought it was a great time to find the bench and try it out; nobody would be in that part of the bathhouse while the lights were on. The fuck bench was located in a small alcove past the glory holes and was surrounded on two sides with mirrors. With my heart beating up a storm I took off my towel, laid it on the bench and then climbed on. It felt like I had found my new home. There was a padded section in the middle that kept my chest flat, two knee pads on either side and far enough out that my legs were well spread. And there were handles on either side for grabbing on. I felt the air conditioning fluttering on my hole and looked at myself prone in the mirror. This was ecstasy. The work lights suddenly went out and I was alone in the dark. The air conditioning kept playing with my hole and I couldn’t quite give up the experience yet so I stayed there for maybe 30 seconds. A hand touched my ass and fingers lightly toyed with my hole. I froze. Someone was standing right behind me and I could feel the heat from his cock. There was no where to go; if I got up it would be to back into him further, and crawling forward off the bench would have been awkward at best. A finger entered me and found the lube I’d put there earlier. He quietly said “Yeah…sweet hole. I’m going to take my time with you.” The finger moved back out and in again and was joined by a second finger. I involuntarily clenched and I heard a soft chuckle. “Loosen up cutie. It’ll be a lot easier if you relax.” I did my best to relax as he slid two fingers in and out. It felt great and terrifying at the same time. I had lost control and knew that this man was in charge of whatever was about to happen. He withdrew his fingers and I felt empty until his velvety tongue suddenly took their place. I could feel his stubble on my ass cheeks as he made my whole body tremble. Around this time my eyes were adjusting to the darkness as I saw and heard several men around us in the space. There was a hand reaching under me to pull on my balls and another on my dick. Another guy was standing just in front and he grabbed my chin as I looked directly at his uncut cock. Thinking back, I should have sucked him but at that moment I felt a chill and arched my back as my fucker dripped more lube on my hole. His head entered my ass and paused. I had just enough time to think, “thank God he’s taking his time” before he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my shoulders. The pain shocked me and I reflexively tried to crawl forward away from him. He held tight, pushed in a bit further, then backed out completely. When he entered me again something inside me – maybe my will or maybe my body on its own -- suddenly gave up and he slid in balls deep. I could feel his pubes on my ass cheeks and his cock deep inside my gut. I would have done anything at that moment to make it last forever. He rode me, taking turns going long and slow, almost pulling out, then hard, making my ass cheeks slap against his thighs. At one point he drove in until I could feel his dick head pushing against my colon, then swirled clockwise and again the other way. Eventually he started pistoning hard. I held on to the bench handles and he pushed down on the small of my back. He suddenly stopped and I felt him pulse for at least a minute. He pulled out, then in again and it felt different. Suddenly the lube was slicker and I could feel something warm dripping down from my ass and across my balls. A hand from one of the 3 or 4 guys in the room scooped it up. He pulled out slowly, pushed in again, and then pulled out completely. He tousled my hair, said thanks and walked past me out of the room. I realized it was the guy who made my knees weak. Right away another tongue was lapping at my ass and balls and before long it was replaced by another cock. This one was smaller but even harder. My new fucker slipped in easily on the bed of cum and lube and began a good 5-minute bunny fuck. It felt like I was being jackhammered and had to hold on to the handles to keep from sliding off the bench on a coating of my sweat. He suddenly lunged forward and held himself there as he shuddered. There was no doubt; I had come to Steamworks to wander around, jack off and go home, but now I had two loads in me. My brain was telling me that this was not good, but my body and my soul were where they wanted to be. As fucker #2 pulled his cock out with a sucking noise, I suddenly realized that some if not all of the guys around me were there to take their turn. I got flushed and nervous and lifted my chest up off the centre pad of the bench. But, before I could stand upright, two strong hands grabbed my hips, pulled them backward, and I felt the biggest cock of my life at my hole. He teased me for a minute and then rammed it in. My ass canal was so slick I couldn’t have held him back if I tried – and involuntarily I did. As he bottomed out in my pussy I spasmed again. This seemed to work for him and he pulled out, rammed in again and waited for my spasms to stop before repeating it. This went on for a while and my ass muscles were fatigued to the point of giving up. Once I couldn’t spasm any more, he began a smooth rythym. The other men in the room were rubbing their hands on me. I felt cum land on one leg and a tongue lick it up. A finger entered my mouth and I began sucking. It was replaced by a small but hard penis so I started sucking. Meanwhile my cock hanging down below was completely flaccid. Someone started milking it like a cow’s udder but it distracted me so I lifted up enough to put it under me on the bench. That pissed someone off, and I was rewarded with a grab to my hanging little balls and a vicious squeeze. My ass involuntarily spasmed again from the pain, and that seemed to set off fucker #3. He jerked forward a few times, collapsed on my back and licked the back of my neck. As he pulled out, the juices from my ass spilled out, and someone’s tongue was there again to catch them. The room slowly emptied as I finished sucking the dick in front of me. He came with a grunt and his cum dribbled down the corner of my mouth. He patted my shoulder and I was alone in the room again.

Yeah, I get well horned breeding a virgin ass. I prefer it as a work in progress and not just a one-off fuck. Example, Drew was a virgin when I mounted him for the first time. he’d sucked cock but had never taken a cock up his arse. He took a bit of persuading but I took it slow and eventually got balls deep inside him. He couldn’t take a hard thrusting so I gently fucked him until I pumped my seed into him. I enjoyed breeding him that first time but over the next week or so I stretched his ass out and I was able to force my cock up his arse and pound him roughly - that was his first proper hard fucking and I loved it.

If I smell anything remotely similar in the air, I get instantly hard and horny. They’re a trigger for good sex. I love using them and find the sex so intense when it’s with another popper aficionado

Good boy, as a Breeding Daddy I appreciate boys who present their holes in public for seeding. I get real horny when they don’t even turn round to see who’s fucking them. For you boys it’s all about raw cocks flooding your ass with hot sperm - keep taking the loads

My stories are completely fiction for the purpose of sexual fantasy only. In the real world, consent is important to us all. Mutual consent is the key to getting laid, and it keeps us out of jail. I wish I had more time to write porn. It usually requires a nothing-planned weekend and 6 hours at my computer with a rainstorm keeping me inside. I have other hot stories on this site that get me creaming my shorts in no time. The Broken Jock, The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman, and How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos. All my stories feature various returning characters to help keep character development from getting too much in the way of the action (why we're here). My first story, the Broken Jock actually began with the first few chapters in the "Bareback Stories" forum, but... I eventually got poz tops bare fucking my neg protagonist, and so the rest of my stories are here in the "Bug Chasing and Gift-Giving Section" where they fit in very well. Enjoy this new installment. The Broken Jock III: The Left Fielder This is Clyde, John’s husband. It’s springtime and I’m at the bar for a season opener party for the hot gay softball team my partner John and I are on the war path for pozzing up. Last season, John and I were useful in double poz fucking Adam the short stop, and I’m pretty sure that John and I pozzed up that beautiful ass on Tom the third baseman, especially after he returned to our doorstep, wet and cold from a rainy SantaCon, for a repeat bare fuck from us in December. A group of us poz breeders, my partner John, Leon, anon online tops Poz9In and Coach4Jox have zeroed in on this team that seems ripe for the picking—for bareback fucking… and pozzing. They have some fresh new players this season and the group of us have been waiting for today to start our plan. Coach4Jox has his eye on a 21-year-old twink, Caleb, who seems to be playing a lot at left field according to what Leon has reported to the guild. He’s blond, slim with powerful legs from running a lot, and a small bubble butt that Coach says he wants to pop. He said that he has done his research and knows for sure that the kid is neg. I didn’t ask. At the request of Coach4Jox, we are all currently buying shots for Caleb so that he can be buzzed enough to be walked home by one or two of us on the guild. So far, Caleb has accepted all offers, and Coach looks delighted at his prospects of getting his bare poz cock up in that cute butt later tonight. I, on the other hand, have my eye on the new catcher, Evan. A stocky ginger boy, 23, with green eyes, strawberries and cream skin and coppery hair parted on the side. Like Tom, his white softball pants were tight and showed off his muscular butt. Even at 68, my poz cock drips just thinking about that neg hole on Evan. I know he’s neg because I found his profile on the safe-only hook up site after searching for hours. I practically creamed my bike shorts on Sunday morning when I found it, and knew I had to pursue this one. Not all of the guild of poz breeders was present for the team’s first fundraiser of the year, but we have all secretly tasked ourselves with pozzing up the team this year, hopefully without the coach or the team catching on too quickly. Adam and Tom are keeping quiet, and Adam, now Leon’s boy, is helping us lure his teammates when we demand it. At the end of the beer bust, Adam is tasked with offering Coach for a walk home for the very drunk Caleb—creating the very dream scenario Coach had wanted for stealth pozzing Adam. Evan was bought some stiff drinks by me, and he nodded a cheers to me in thanks before drinking it down. He approached me only on the third drink to say hello and thanks. I told him that I always buy drinks for beautiful boys, and he smiled and blushed. I laughed. When he recovered, he kissed me on the lips and turned back to his teammates to participate in a loud team cheer. As the fundraiser was ending, Adam did his job of offering Coach to walk Caleb home and, surprisingly, he did the same for me and Evan. Evan chatted with me for as I watched Coach leave with young and very inebriated left fielder. Evan kissed me and said, “Thanks for the offer—Clyde was it?—but my boyfriend is coming over to take me home.” “Damn! Really?” I said putting on an evil smile. “You mean I’m not going to get to shove my cock up that amazing ass tonight?” I teased him. He blushed again and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. EVAN 555-9033. “Text me next weekend, okay. Maybe we can do that then. My boyfriend and I are open but we have some rules for being safe.” I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment, but not my hardon which was blatantly stretching down my left calf under my khakis. “Sounds good.” “He’s here.” He got his cap and a bag of softball gear and turned back to me. “Till then.” “Bye, Evan.” I watched as his white cloth-clad but moved to the door. Next week I will get up that. ———- My hardon was now calling for a replacement ass and I remembered that Coach and Caleb were on their way to the boy’s place. I texted Coach to let me tag along. ME: I’ll fuck him after you if you want. I’d like to pound your toxic seed in good with my big cock.” I knew that would get Coach on board. COACH4JOX: Fuck yeah! We’re only a block away on Dougherty Street. Come catch up and then follow behind us. I quickly walked out of the club and made my way to Dougherty. When I turned the corner, Coach was helping Caleb up off the sidewalk. He was wasted. Coach turned and saw me, and motioned with his head to follow them. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the kid’s apartment. After opening the building’s front gate, the twink bounded up the stairs. Coach held the gate open for me and we both got in the small entry way and walked up to find Caleb’s apartment door wide open. The boy was already passed out on the bed, face down when we closed the apartment door. Coach and I celebrated with a sigh. I got out the fresh bottle of poppers from my front pocket that had been meant for Evan, as Coach started unbuckling Caleb’s softball pants and pulling them down. “I like to just take off their pants… and shoes, of course,” Coach said. I went down to the youth’s feet and pulled off his cleats. When Coach got Caleb’s pants off we stood up at the end of the bed admiring the boy’s smooth, white, jock-strapped butt. A minute later I snapped out of my trance and stripped out of my clothes. Coach eventually saw me totally nude, get onto the bed to handle Caleb’s ass. I was leaking precum already as I opened up the kid’s cheeks to show Coach his prize. He was happy to see a smooth pink pucker—as was I. The Coach looked away to undress, and, as the dirty old man I am, I took that opportunity to touch Caleb’s hole with my finger. Caleb moaned. Damn fine, I though to myself. I quickly used my finger and took a large gob of precum mid-drip from my hard poz cock and fingered it shallowly into the pink hole before Coach would notice. This was not my conquest, but I wanted my poz sperm in there first. Caleb moaned ask I slicked his hole up. I then took my other hand and moved the crotch of his white jock down so that I could get in more. With two fingers, I pushed in two fingers and let a large drop of precum fall from my cock right into the kid’s opened hole before Coach could catch what I was doing to his boy. When he did turn around, he got between the boys legs and pushed them wide apart. I went to the head of the bed to offer the boy my cock to suck on. Groggily, Caleb opened his mouth and suckled on the head of my large cock. Feeling the kid’s tongue work my piss slit, I rolled my eyes back at Coach and pushed out more precum for the boy to take in, now from this end. He liked it and sucked more of my cock into his mouth. “Damn nice, boy!” I said. Coach’s cock was hard and ready to plunge into the boy’s butt, but I figured some popper’s would help get the boy loosened up more. “Put some lube on your cock while I popper him up for you.” I opened up the brown bottle and put it under Caleb’s nostril. “Breathe in, Caleb.” My cock was still halfway lodged in his mouth when he inhaled his first hit. I pulled my cock out to help the kid get a bigger hit. “Good boy!” I gave him 3 hits in each nostril and the kid was flying and I nodded to Coach, “He fucking ready for it.” Coach pushed his bare cock up to Caleb’s hole and breached it almost immediately (with my precum work ahead of time). Caleb cried out and I shushed him, and gave him my cock to suck on again. The boy sucked my cock perfectly. I started to fuck Caleb’s throat he was getting me so worked up. Meanwhile, Coach was barebacking the left fielder’s hole very hard and he was getting close fast. Stealthers like coach probably have to be fast, I thought to myself. “I’m going to charge up this hole, boy,” Coach said to the boy. Caleb made a guttural noise around my pistoning rod in his throat. “Fucking sweet ass on you.” “Are you cumming?” I asked, my cock throbbing in Caleb’s mouth with the mention of it. “Tell me when you shoot. Don’t pull out, just tell me when you are loading the boy up.” Caleb tried to say something then, but I rammed my cock into his throat to quiet him. “Let us men have you, Caleb. Surrender that sweet hole.” I started face fucking the boy again and Coach kept rabbit fucking his hole. “AWWW. I’m cumming!” Coach announced to me. “Fuuuuck! Fucking loading up this neg hole right now! AH! AH! AAAH!” Coach pushed his cock up Caleb’s butt as hard as he could while ejaculating into it. “That’s right. Charge up that hole, Coach,” I encouraged. Coach took a minute to recover and then pulled out. It was my turn. I wanted Caleb’s hole now, and pulled out the kid’s mouth to get at the foot of the bed. Coach took up the poppers and made the kid take more hits on it, while I pushed in my large old man’s pop cock into the hot jock’s tiny neg bubble butt. My cock felt wet and warm in the boy’s open and freshly seeded hole. I wanted Coach’s poz sperm to be battered in to the boy’s rectum, so I fucked him hard. Coach was happy to see me work at that. Caleb was squirming as I changed angles on him as I fucked him. After 10 minutes of boyhole abuse, I was ready to give the kid my poz seed. So, I just long-dicked Caleb as he sucked Coach’s cock. I started to feel my cum working up to my shaft and I told Coach that I was close. “Fucking add your toxic load to mine. Let’s own this boy.” As I rutted Caleb’s hole to climax, I saw that he had passed out. Coach just watched as I took the kid’s hole fully with my hard cock. “I’d like to see Poz9In take Caleb’s hole sometime,” Coach offered. “I bet that’d be hot to watch.” “Fuck yeah. But we’re gonna poz him first,” I replied. As Coach luridly spoke some more, I imagined Caleb playing left field, catching fly balls, and bending over to catch a grounder… that did it. As I imagined the uniformed Caleb bending over in left field, I exploded and flooded his tight neg hole with my own poz splooge. These power shots of poz sperm that were saved up for seven days in anticipation of pozzing Evan’s butt. Instead, they went into his teammate’s unprotected butt instead. As I shot into Caleb’s hole, I thought about how I wanted the cute outfielder knocked up with my strain, not Coach’s. I am selfish like that. I won’t get them all, no. But I want as many players on the team as I can get to be knocked up by me this season. “I’m fucking loading his hole up now, Coach,” I informed. “Fuck yeah that’s so hot!” We dressed in the apartment as Caleb snoozed away with his legs still spread apart, we both admired his hole. It looked red and open. It would’ve been hot to see our semen leaking out from the left fielder’s butt hole, but Coach and I both knew that we wanted our loads deep inside the boy. And so that’s where they stayed. We let ourselves out into the cool evening air. Now I was thinking about Evan. Before heading home, I’ll go to the sex shop to buy a new bottle of poppers. And over the week, save up another large load just for him.

Chapter 1 – We Meet I first saw Jeff at a party some friends had dragged me to. I’m not much of a “let’s go to a party” guy, but they were insistent that I come along. I did have a pretty good time, and meeting Jeff was a highlight for me. We locked eyes across the host’s living room. He’s just my type: dad bod, bearded, balding, but with some hair peeking out of his shirt and a few visible tattoos. It made me wonder if there were other tattoos in less highly visible places. He’s shorter than me and looked like a solid guy. A little about me. I’m in my 50s, but most people think I’m younger. I’m a little over 6’ tall and weigh around 190. I’m in pretty good shape due to hiking in the warmer months and skiing when it’s cold. My chest, arms, legs, and ass are hairy. I usually have some sort of facial hair going on. When I met Jeff, I was also sporting a full beard. It has some grey in it. Dating and long-term relationships have been a challenge for me. I like to have sex with a lot of different partners, and that can be a barrier for some guys. On top of that, there’s my playroom and specific desires. My playroom has everything needed for serious ass play since that’s what I really like. I can work over a guy’s hole and then flip so that he can work over mine. That involves cocks, tongues, fingers, dildos, fists, and whatever else we might want to shove into each other. And, I like to party too. Anyway, about Jeff. I noticed him hanging out on the other side of the room when I first walked in. There were probably about 40 people there, but I was intrigued by Jeff. I asked my friends if they knew anything about him, but they didn’t. Then, they wandered off for some drinks and food. I wandered through the room, greeting a few people I knew but trying to keep my eye on Jeff. At one point, I didn’t see him anywhere in the room, and I hoped he hadn’t left. I went to where he had been standing and tried to look cool as I surveyed the crowd. Someone bumped into me, and I turned towards them. It was Jeff! We started chatting, and he told me he had noticed me when I walked in (blushing!) and hoped we might talk at some point. He had gone to the bathroom and planned to come over to me when he saw me in his old spot. We introduced ourselves and shook hands. His handshake was firm, and I noticed his hand was also quite hairy. Hairy hands often mean a very hairy body, and I hoped to find out if that was true. He had a deep and sexy voice and very full lips. We talked a little about general things, but his friends came over and said they were ready to leave. He suggested we exchange contact info, and I happily obliged, trading numbers with him. Then, he and his friends left. Shortly after, I felt my phone vibrate and saw that he had texted me. In it, he suggested that we get together to get to know each other better. That sounded good, but I played it cool and waited a bit to reply. In my reply, I suggested dinner at my house the following Friday. He agreed. We texted back and forth during the week, getting the important details about dinner, like whether he ate meat (yes!), red or white wine (red, or beer), and if there was anything he really disliked. To that question, he replied that he was pretty much open to trying anything once. I hoped that carried through to other areas of his life. Friday came, and I had prepared a simple but nice dinner. I made my classic beef stroganoff, served over noodles, plus some peas. That was served with a hearty red wine. I didn’t pull out the good china or go all out with candles on the table since I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was a good way to get to know each other. I put on a pair of comfy but well-fitting jeans and a nice button-down shirt. I was wearing an orange jockstrap under it all in case we decided to take things further as the evening progressed. When Jeff showed up, he was dressed similarly. Of course, I didn’t know what he had on for underwear, but I hoped I might find out. He had brought a bottle of wine, too, so I swapped his bottle in place of my original. Before we ate, we sat in the living room and chatted. We discussed the standard stuff: work, hobbies, trying to find mutual friends, and so on. There was some suggestive talk, but I wanted to see how the evening progressed. We sat down to dinner. Jeff complimented me on the meal, saying he liked to cook too and that the next meal should be at his house. I liked that idea. When we finished, we sat around the table talking, and then I decided to clear the plates. Jeff told me to sit, and he would take them into the kitchen for me. So, he was courteous, too! When he leaned down to get my plate, I looked up at him, and he went in for a kiss. His lips were soft, and his beard felt great against my face. It was a short kiss, but it let us both know where the evening might lead. Jeff took everything into the kitchen and put it in the sink. When he came back to the table, he put out his hand to me. I took it, stood up, and went in for a deeper and more intense kiss. We were hugging and feeling each other up as we made out like teenagers. I suggested we go back to the sofa in the living room, and we walked there hand in hand. Damn, it was just like being a kid again! Once in the living room, we sat close to each other and continued our kissing and groping. My hand went into his shirt first, feeling up his chest and nipples. His nipples were large and pierced, and his chest was wonderfully furry. Then, he dove his hand into my shirt to feel up my hairy chest. No piercings, but my nipples are sensitive and enjoy being worked. As he was groping me, I stared into his eyes and began to unbutton his shirt. I pulled it out of his jeans and helped him remove it. This was a damn nice body. Jeff had a great chest with a dense forest of fur. The metal from his piercings glistened in the low light and lured me in. He had a few more tattoos. One large bird was centered on his chest and he had another on his back. They looked great in his forest of hair. I bent down to lick around his left nipple and then took it into my mouth. His low groan told me how much he liked that, so I worked one and then the other. By now, he had removed my shirt and was stroking my back as I sucked his nipples. While I was mouthing his tits, my hands were rubbing around the back waistband of his jeans. I was happy to find that he had some hair at the base of his back. My hands dipped into his jeans to find out if his ass was hairy too. I discovered that he, too, was wearing a jockstrap! My hands slid down through the waist strap and began to explore his hairy crack. With his jeans on, my hands couldn’t get too far down. I pulled my mouth away from his nipple and looked at him, then glanced down at his crotch. He nodded, so I popped the top button and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He was wearing a red jock, which I hoped might signal some of his intent. Now that his jeans were looser, I was able to get my hand further down his ass and could lightly finger his hole. He responded well to my touch, so I kept rubbing and stroking. Jeff had loosened my jeans, too, and was now alternating rubbing my ass and my crotch. I suggested that we remove our jeans to be more comfortable and he breathlessly agreed. We each tore off our jeans, and I reached down to remove my socks. Jeff did the same. While he was bent forward to pull them off his feet, I got a good look at his back and ass. All of it was covered in hair, which I find really sexy. Between his hot, hairy body and his red jockstrap signal, I had big hopes for the night. When he sat back up, he looked over at me and commented on my orange jockstrap, mentioning that he, too, was up for almost anything. Since he knew what it signified, I felt safe assuming he knew what his red strap denoted. We got ourselves into a position facing each other on the sofa, with the arms at our backs. Luckily, it’s a smaller sofa, so we could still feel each other up. He was rubbing my crotch, and I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it and then rubbed it around his hairy hole. I would put my finger in my mouth, rub his hole, then repeat the process. He leaned back, opening his hole for me. At this point, I suggested we move to the bedroom. I had put a few smaller dildos, lube, and poppers in my bedside table, but the sling, along with the bigger toys and party materials, was next door in the playroom. I led Jeff up the stairs, with him fondling my ass on the way. When we got to the bedroom, we fell on the bed together while embracing. Luckily, I had readied the bed for play earlier in the day, so we didn’t have to worry about making a mess. Now, we were able to really explore each other’s bodies. Jeff pulled my cock and balls out of the pouch of my jock and was playing around with it, and I was still massaging and rubbing his hole. I noticed a growing wet spot on his jock, so I moved my mouth to the pouch and sucked it into my mouth. The jock was well-worn and had obviously seen some previous use. It had that heady aroma of old cum, piss, and sweat. I enjoyed mouthing around it but wanted the prize inside. So, I moved the jock aside and was greeted with Jeff’s cock. It was a nice sight. He had a full bush but had trimmed it back some. His balls were low-hanging and only had a dusting of hair. His cock was cut and about 7” long. Like him, it was thick and well-formed. I took it into my mouth after spending some time roaming around his crotch with my tongue. While I was doing this, Jeff moved around to play with my ass. His cock fit my mouth well, and I lovingly caressed the head with my tongue while moving up and down on the shaft. Jeff was massaging my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing over my hole. We played like this for a while, with me sucking his cock while he kneaded my ass. Then he asked me if I liked having a dildo used on me. To answer, I leaned over and opened the drawer on my nightstand, showing him the selection available.

I’ve been going to this men’s naked party for years, since before covid - when they had a long hiatus. They’re back. Private home. Gay couple hosts it 8x a year. $25 per person. Huge buffet. Open bar. Lube and porn in the primary bedroom. Sling and air mattresses in the garage. Usually like 100 people show, almost all older dudes. I wrote on here once about blowing a dude at the party and he came huge . . then told me he was in his mid 80s! I’m 61. So there’s this one dude. The Washington DC metro had a huge influx of central American immigrants in the 1980s. This dude is pure Incan. He MIGHT be five feet tall. Cocoa skin. HOT huge nose. So little but so masculine! He has paid me no mind forever. At the parties, typically the biggest, fattest, most sedentary bears park themselves on whatever bed space is available. There he’d be, riding some reclining bear’s dick. I tried to suck him once, while he was riding dick. He never returned interest. Years go by, and I’d given up. HOT HOT guy, but I get it . . . He’s a little guy. I have a big dick. Maybe I’m too big ? Maybe I’m not big/fat enough!! All cool . . . whatever. Then, last month’s party . . . I check into the party with my spouse, get naked, and I ditch my partner to hightail it to the garage. (The last two parties I did this and found a hot 30 something bear in the garage face down ass up looking to get bred. Last two parties I climbed on and bred him then and there! Both times he reached back to see if my dick was naked right before I bred him, right before he took my load. Last two parties I’d cum within 15 minutes of getting there. Of course I checked the garage this time!!) My Incan fantasy is there, standing next to me, also wanting fuckage. I always say “Hi.” It’s been years, us going to the same parties. I’m a big dick bareback top, so no harm, no foul! I get action if not from him. But he grabs my dick. Oh no. He climbs on the air mattress. On all fours ass out. FUCK! Damn!! I’m right behind him working my dick in as slowly and as gently as I can with the air mattress rolling like a ship at sea. Fuck Fuck Fuck. This is one of those situations so hot I cannot think. How my dick feels in his ass. How my arm feels wrapped around his torso, pulling him in. His neck, which I want to eat up while he’s taking me deep as I can go. He’s taking my whole dick. Holy fuck his smell. Holy fuck I’m so much bigger than he is, and he is going to get BRED. And in no time I’m huffing I’m going to cum. Groupsex is often not good for me, nether is being in public or on an air mattress for that matter. Pumping away, I whispered in his ear I was going to cum in him if that’s okay. YES. And HOLY FUCK did I cum. HOT Incan dude wrapped in my arms and fully filled and dominated by me. Literally years I have wanted this. There’s another party tonight. Wtf is going to happen . . .?

I was such a good brat, I thought to myself. I tried so hard to fight him off, convince him I didn't want to be pounded raw. And now, here I am, back arched and legs spread, his cock thrust deep into me (again). A second thick, warm toxic load shooting deep into my little neg ass. Me, begging and pulling him deeper. How did it get here? --- 3 hours earlier --- Any time I find myself horny and in heat I always end up at the gym. I'm not even really a gym bro, but I've found that my little ass on display in the locker rooms and my flexible arches at the machines does all the advertising I need. I never go home alone. Tonight would be no different. It had been weeks since I was properly fucked. Now, you should know, I am not an easy fuck. In fact, I am a full on brat. I like to resist and fight and make the boy dominate me and force me into beautiful submission. Once he puts in the proper effort, I eventually give in to all his desires and let him use me however he wants. But he has to claim me, he has to make me submit to him. Many a nice guy has tried to save me, but I am not interested in that. Not at all. Glancing around the locker room I took stock of a few candidates, making sure to hold eye contact long enough to send a message. I jaunted out of there, knowing full well that a few pairs of eyes were locked on my ass. I headed to stretch and then began my short low-weights workout. After all, I am not here to build muscle. I need to stay thin and weak and easily broken. After an hour and not being approached I was feeling a bit frustrated. Usually it doesn't take this long. Just as I was ready to throw in the towel and head home, I turned and nearly ran into a large, muscular man. He was big and black and I knew right away I'd never be able to fight him off for long with those muscular arms. Before we uttered a word my cock was getting hard. He seemed to take note as he glanced down and smiled. "Are you ready to get out of here?" he asked - very straightforward. In true brat form I simply replied "why would you think that?" and tried to blow past him. His hand caught my arm, hard, as he pulled me back into view. "I know what you need little boy. Now let's go" he growled. That's more like it. "I won't make it easy" I teased back. He simply nodded and, without letting go of my arm, started walking to the door, with me in tow. Off to a good start. We grabbed our stuff from the locker room and I noticed a few guys watching us. Must be jealous I thought. I liked it. But as we headed to leave, one guy leaned in and whispered "hey be careful". Confused, I laughed and ignored him. He probably has no idea what a brat I am. If this guy is known to be rough, that's just a bonus for me anyway. We headed down to the garage and I reached for my keys. "You don't need those. I'll drop you back here when I'm done with you" he said and pulled me towards his car. He put me in the backseat and closed the door. Maybe others would be nervous now. I'm just getting hornier. We arrive at his place, an apartment on the south side of the city. It's a small building, pretty average. Decent street, nothing that screams run. I enter with him. His place is modest but clean and nice. He pours me a drink while I glance around. Handing me the drink he says "So any limits slut?" staring right into my eyes. I take a sip, maintaining eye contact, and simply reply "You'll have to find out, but I'm not letting you fuck me". He laughs and finishes his drink. I finish mine. not a moment after I set the glass down, he grabs me, hard, and pushes me into the wall. I push back, surprising him, I manage to get free. I don't get far. His hands grab my hips and pull me back into him. I feel his muscles, his hard cock, his breathe against my neck. He isn't going to let me go easily. I am rock hard. "Oh I think you want this bad. You can't put up a fight forever." he whispers in my ear. "No! Let me go" I manage to fake a struggle. He isn't buying it. I'm just getting more and more turned on - too quickly I think to myself, you can't melt this easily for him. I try to pull away again. No luck. His hands begin to wander. He unbuttons my pants to find my rock hard cock. The game is up. As he undresses me, still holding me tight, a moan escapes my lips. "That's it, let the fight go out of you now" I can hear the smile in his voice. Fuck. My pants drop to the floor. My shirt comes right off me. I'm limp and all the fight has gone, much faster than usual. I'm hard and a moaning mess as his hands explore my body. In this haze I somehow didn't notice all this time he has been inching my back to his bedroom. We're at the door now. His bed only feet away. NO I catch myself and grab hold of the door frame. "LET ME GO" I try to say with force but instead it comes out like a horny begging tone. He pries my hands from the door and forcefully pushes me in and closes the door. "The fight is over, you're mine." he undresses himself quickly. My eyes can't help but dart to the huge hard cock that has now sprung from his pants. Fuck me, it's bigger than any cock I've taken. Before I know it he's pushing me to the bed. "I don't use lube so you better suck me off boy". By this point I know he's right. I'm pinned down by him, naked, hard, and in his bed. It's over. I open my willing mouth and he smiles as he releases me so I can sit up. He stands at the edge of the bed and guides his cock right down my throat. I choke. "Good boy. Take it all" and continues to fuck my mouth to the point even I could not enjoy it. I choke and slobber over the half of his cock he cant fit in my mouth. "That'll have to do" he looks down at me. My resistance was building back up now, tears in my eyes from the mouth fucking I just took. "you're not fucking me with that". "Oh yes I am" and with that he pushed me down again. I tired to close my legs, I tried to dodge his thrusts, but we both knew this could only end one way. He easily forced my legs apart, eliciting another deep moan, and expertly found my hole and pushed in. I felt a pop and much to my own surprise, he pushed all the way in in a single thrust. It hurt so badly I let out a loud yelp. He held himself there, balls deep for a minute, letting me adjust to his girth. "I'm going to start slow for you, because I know I'm big. But I'm telling you know boy, by the end I'm going to be pounding you. I will break you. I will breed you. There is nothing you can do to stop it. So just accept it". I couldn't manage any words now as the pain seared, and he took that as acceptance enough. True to his word he started with slow deep thrusts and as I relaxed and gave in, he picked up the pace. I could feel my back arching as the pain turned to pure bliss. He was fucking me SO hard and so damn deep. I was in a haze as I finally let my brat go, and moaned a loud long "oh god yes!". He no longer cared. His attention was solely focused on pounding my little ass into oblivion now. He had won. I submitted to him. It was only now that I noticed the large scorpion on his chest. I'd seen it before, but didn't really know what it was. I figured he's just dom as fuck and I loved it. He was breaking me and I was loving it. His pace became a big ragged now and I could tell he was getting close. We never discussed condoms or anything, he was deep in me raw. I'd put up no resistance to this. Now that the fight had left me I was fully submissive and I wanted his load planted in me. He had earned it, he had earned me. "Give it to me, breed me already" I moaned up at him. His eyes seemed to flash with excitement as he pushed deep inside me and let out a wild roar as he shot his load inside me. FUCK it was big. I could feel his warmth spread inside me. He'd done it, he'd cum in me bareback. He collapsed next to me, thank god. He might have crushed me if he'd stayed on top of me. We both lay there panting, sweating, his cum slowly sliding out of me. "That was hot. It's been a minute since a guy barebacked me" I said, looking over. "I think I pumped you pretty full" he laughed. "You're on prep right?" he asked nervously. "No I've never been on prep" I replied innocently. He sat up quickly and stared at me. "Well I just pumped you full of poz cum boy. I'm completely detectable. You didn't know?". I felt my stomach lurch and shook my head back in reply. We both sat there in silence for what felt like eternity. Both processing what had just happened and how each might react. I had always thought this could happen, and I wasn't a chaser but I also never considered going on prep. I guess you could say I wasn't opposed to being poz but I wasn't seeking it either. Too late now, I guess. My ass is on fire and I can see the familiar mix of cum and blood on his cock. He was big and definitely ripped me open with his rough fuck. Any chance of dodging his toxic load was laughable. As this all raced through my head I did the only thing I could think to do. I leaned over and kissed him and said "it's okay, you can cum in my neg ass again". He looked shocked as I climbed on top of him and pressed his already hardening cock back inside me, feeling it fill me again. His cum running freely out of me and lubing him up and letting him slide into me with ease. All I remember him saying is "Oh fuck boy, you'll be pozzed for sure if we continue" as his bare toxic cock slid in and out of me with ease. He wasn't stopping, and neither was I. This time no resistance, all the brat broken out of me, I rode his cock willingly. I was prepared to take his poz loads....willingly. He clearly was turned on by my silence - as I continued to ride his cock. I could tell he needed to dominate me so I let him flip me over, my legs wrapping around him, and he buried himself in me again. As he shot another load into me I couldn't resist begging for it. After all, if I was going to get converted tonight, I might as well make the most of it. So here we are, his poz cock deep inside me - raw. Me, moaning and begging for his load. His cum already deep inside me, converting me. My last neg load shooting all over my chest as he continued to pound me hard. Now I knew what the scorpion was. And as he shot a second toxic load deep inside me, I knew it had stung me good.

I absolutely agree. I have had so many mutual huffing experiences, at least one of them is on film. But to have a guy with part his arm buried in me and is leaning over me in the sling and we are huffing from the same popper bottle at the same time as he uses me and explores my sloppy guts. The mere scent of poppers gets me ragingly sex hungry

I fell in love for the first time when I was 18 - we met at a party I'd been invited to by an FWB. He and I dated for 3 years and had a blast. We did couple things like date nights and cuddling, and we did hot things like hooking up with other couples and finding big dicks to suck together. We finally broke up because we weren't sexually compatible. I'm a total bottom and he's bottom-vers at best. There was a need that I just couldn't fulfill and I totally get it. We're still FWB's and best friends forever. The next time I fell in love was during the pandemic in 2020. I'd met three amazing guys who all lived together, and grew attached to the oldest. He was in his 40's at the time and was always extra affectionate with me after sex. So I quarantined with them and things blossomed from there. Eventually he claimed me as his bitch and I fell head over heels in love with him. We're still together and I an honestly say I'm the happiest I've ever been. We do all the couple stuff that I used to with my ex, but he's a total top who doesn't yearn for more than I can give him sexually. We both play around on the side, but he's my ride or die and I'm his.

I was trying a different motel for cumdump just outside of Little Rock. It had been a pretty boring night and only gotten 2 loads. I fell asleep after the last guy left. I woke up suddenly with a hard cock being shoved in me and then a cock being shoved in my mouth. Wasn’t the cleanest cock I’ve ever sucked. One of the guys told me they knew what the open door meant and they had seen the last guy leave. Not sure how long it took but they spit roasted me, alternating ATM until each had sum in me and I had sucked then clean. Both cocks were just a hair above average and both got hard. One of them left a huge load. After then finished, I laid there with cum leaking out of me with blindfold still on. They both showered and as they left one said careful about leaving door open, the homeless will take advantage. This time I made sure the door was locked. Popped my doxy, picked up and left. Wonder which of the homeless hanging out were the guys who had just used me. This is the third time in 4 years something like this has happened. That’s why only thing that goes into motel is me my blindfold and a burner phone, a handful of towels and lube.

My weekend was busy. On Friday I visited one of my regulars. He invited a third guy. My regular is a big man, more than 220 lbs and almost 79 inches, but the guest was a bit bigger (at least in weight) , I would say rather chubby. Both guys had impressive cocks. The host is a versa bottom, the guest is a versa top, I’m a full versa. So with the exception of the guest, everyone fucked everyone. I also fucked and was fucked in the middle and under the others. Finally the guest came into my mouth and on my face. I let the half of his cum to leak over the host’s mouth. Although it’s not winter yet, we created nice snowballs. I love kissing with cum. Some drops were on my hand. I smeared them into my hole. When the guest left, we continued to play stretching each other’s hole with dildos and hands. The host is practiced fistee, he could easily get my fist. He had extra big hands, so he failed and stopped almost at the entrance. I couldn’t accept those big hands without enhancements. Yesterday, we met the guest chubby again. He liked my cock and wanted me to pound him. I did it. Ir was amazing and exciting to see and hear this big chubby guy whimpering under my cock. After some flip-flop fuck he paid back his dues and fucked me like no tomorrow. This intense fuck opened my hole, so we tried to accomplish the mission impossible. Since this guy had bigger hands than the host of Friday. To have five fingers in me is not a big deal since a while but after four fingers I felt to be scratched However, slowly but surely he almost could take his full fist in me. But he couldn’t. Meanwhile I felt tortured not because of the pain but the hunger for a full fist. So, I fisted myself putting my whole fist in my hole. It opened my hole wider. It turned him so on that he started to fuck my sloppy hole. And he didn’t end it until he deposited his load in me. To ensure his cum’s absorbing he ducked my hole with a huge dildo. It opened my hole more and so he could put his fist back and almost pushed it fully.

Depozited my last load to one of my boys yesterday

Yep, it is. Easier to just get pozzed up and forget about it and fuck

dirty intense verbal is almost as cum worthy as the actual fucking

I was blowing an older biker daddy and he said "You're better than pussy"

Two dicks sucked this week. One ass loaded with my jizz. My ass loaded with two spurts!

Yeah! Happily, proudly, in love. A relationship we have struggled, suffered, denied to ourselves pretending to be "best friends" and "close co-workers" but the truth is that we loved each other since we met, despite we started having sex 2 years ago. I thought to be in love (and loved) by my first man, the one who took my virginity - only to discover for him heroin was more important than me then. Now he's completely sober, we are still friends but looking back it was caring, it was pity, but not love. Then, the man who pozzed me. A serial cheater I settled down with, just to look the one serious wanting a future with another person. Silly me. Have I loved him? Yes, but it was sort of addiction. Then after diagnosis I stayed with the first man who considered me sexually. An abuser, but my self-esteem was under my feet then. Meanwhile I noticed this man. My "best friend and co-worker" as I called him. He cared for me, wanted to know how my health was, even offered to keep me company in the hospital's waiting room if I needed (my latest ex, the abuser, never did). And now, at almost 50 years old, I believe I have always been WRONG about love. Art and literature draw it like the cliché of "butterflies in your stomach" or to fly 10 meters up from the ground, to be the center of the world and consider someone the center of the world... FOR LIFE. No. Love isn't that. It isn't extreme sacrifice by each other, it is not exclusivity as well. It's caring, sharing, having projects together, trusting one another. How long did it last for me, the butterflies phase? Maybe one week. When we were curious about knowing each other sexually, October 2022. But then awareness hit us: we just needed to say "I love you" one another but the feeling was solid for years. We currently don't live together, we don't feel it necessary.

Thanks for all the appreciation from you guys here on BZ. Every post, heart and upvote makes this boy smile. I want to write a separate story post about a new character next. So please watch for it in the next week or so. Since he is a different player, he will have his own title, probably: "The Broken Jock IV: The Pitcher." The next morning, Sunday, I woke up next to my snoring John thinking about Caleb. My cock throbbed with the recollection of filling that sweet young hole with my poz jizz. I wondered if Caleb had awakened yet; if his hole was sore; if he even remembered how it got that way. I picked up my laptop and logged into to the guild’s private page where we have posted a roster of the team. We keep a tally of those players we've successfully fucked and with tips on how other guild members might also nail the player themselves if they wish. Of course, the first guild member who fucks a player on the team gets a double-point score. It doesn't have to be bareback to get the credit, but if you know this guild, they're going to raw fuck a boyhole whenever they get the chance, and then report it here. Adam, short stop (25): first softball team member bred by Coach4Jox, Poz9in, Clyde and John (DP) on the same night; later fucked and kept by Leon. Leon gives permission for Adam to be used by any of us on the guild, but reminds us that we can only earn points once from fucking any player. Tom, third baseman (22): Neg boy butt poz bred by Clyde and John with regular continued breedings over the winter. Used poppers, no condoms needed. And then I made an entry next to Caleb’s name: Caleb, left fielder (21): Neg boy’s ass poz bred by Coach4Jox and Clyde. Was drunk; used poppers, no condoms needed. As I looked farther down the list, I saw that ugly-as-fuck Leon had placed an entry of his own this morning. The guy is rich! He probably paid the guy. Von, pitcher (30): Neg bi stud got his butt stealth fucked and poz seeded by Leon. Adam made the deal with Von. We used cash, poppers, and a broken condom. Damn! So, this Von is a handsome, beefy, almost bearish man who plays pitcher for the team. From what I understand about Von, he’s the only guy on the team that has a girlfriend, but he likes having guys blow him when he gets horny and his teammates mostly take him up on his offer whenever they can. I wondered how that all went down. How this sexy, bi, top guy on the team ended up with Leon’s poz seed up his butt. The money, I guess, and the presense of a condom maybe? That’s a pretty strong win for Leon. I might need to up my game a bit. John started stirring awake next to me, so I closed the laptop, turned to him and said, “I’m in the lead!” “Huh?” John replied sleepily.

Sorry for the delay in posting this part, I posted it in the wrong section by mistake. ************************************************************************************ Johnson held the boy's legs back by gripping him behind his knees. The boy was making 'ooohh' and 'aahhhh' noises as Johnson screwed him like a pro. I leaned-in, and, grinning at the boy, gave him a nice wet sloppy kiss, simultaneously twisting one of his little nipples between my fingers. The boy returned my kiss eagerly and then gazed up at me adoringly as I slipped my cock into his eager little mouth. Anton grunted "Looks like the whore's in love." "Maybe, but in love with cock, more like it" I replied. "Fucking right" growled Johnson, his dick pummelling the boy's arse, "his pussy's massaging my dick really good" and then grabbing the boy's rock hard dick in his hand, Johnson ordered him "Cum for me, little boy, cum while I'm fucking you and Daddy will spunk in your pussy." The boy groaned and reached for his nips twisting them himself and groaning his eyes glazed but full of desire as he vocalised the pleasure his pussy was giving him. Johnson reared up spreading the boy's legs even wider and, remaining on his haunches, held the boy by his slim waist, using his strength to pull the boy hard down on his cock as he slammed his hips hard, screwing the boy with amazing strength and vigor for a man his age. The boy's body was being shaken like a rag doll and he was covered with sweat, but he carried on working his nips as Johnson fucked his hole and held onto his little white boy cock, the boy threw his head back and let out a high pitched 'eennnnnn!!' as his cock spurted his white teen boy cum over his abs "atta boy" Johnson grunted and fucked in harder literally roaring as his own cock fired his sperm deep inside the boy splattering his innards with another load of black daddy cum. Johnson lowered himself onto the boy kissing him as he ground his cock into the boys pussy as if to make sure his cum got in as deep as he could. When Johnson pulled out the boy just laid there on his back with his legs still spread his muscled chest heaving gently as he breathed, Johnson rubbed his jizz covered dick over the boys lips and face "looks like the boys partied out". The guys left and I went back into the bedroom, I put the boys pizza delivery baseball cap on his head sitting him up so he was leaning against the headboard, I got a piece of card and wrote on it 'for pizza call me' and the number of the pizza place he worked at, I then pushed his legs back and tied them in place so that his swollen boi pussy was on full show oozing spunk along with his little dick that I worked hard, a little slap brought him round enough to hold the card and smile for me as slid my cock into his cunt and took the picture that would definitely be getting his pizza boss a lot of business! I cleaned the tina boy up a bit and then let him sleep for a few hours before rousing him telling him it was probably time to go, he looked a bit disoriented at first and I went to pick up his clothes, when I came back into the bedroom he was on the bed with his legs pulled back staring at his swollen hole in the mirrored wardrobe doors, he looked at me "oh god what did you do to me?", I sat down on the bed next to him and putting my hand between his legs my finger lightly touching his ring smiled "just what you asked us to do son, fucked and spunked inside your bum", he glowed red and his eyes widened "us??!!", I pushed my finger into his wet sloppy pussy "yes 'us' boy, me and two buds of mine, you begged us to fuck and put our poz cum in you", he threw his head back shaking it but offered no resistance as I started to gently finger fuck his hole, "and you loved it son, you loved our big black daddy cocks in you little boi pussy corrupting it" he stifled a sob but he also groaned his nipples hardening on his chest, I lent down and started to chew lightly on one of them as I smiled watching his white boy cock stiffening between his legs, "that's right baby boy right now Daddys black poz babies are getting your slutty boi pussy pregnant". I could hear him sobbing quietly but again he did not move and his cock stayed hard between his legs, I continued chewing on his nipple mumouring what a good boy he was until I heard a little voice whisper "again to make sure please Daddy?", I looked at my grinning face and rock hard dick in the mirror "definitely son, that's a good fucking boy" The End

Been in love at different times, but never found love in a bathhouse. Not that I look for it or want it from there. I don’t even use my name and always refuse to exchange numbers.

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Mine!

well isn't that just first-class ......

I've got a range of different size Oxball Pigholes and they're great fun. I've used smaller ones for getting fucked through, and it's hot for a guy to shoot his load over it and watch it drip into my guts. Or I've used larger ones with other toys to gape my hole open. They're not cheap but good quality toys never are.

So fucking hot! I hope we get to know more about Tim and Steve.

I thought I would add one final chapter to this story, hope you enjoy. Laying out with Steve Part 5 "Do you want my load Tim? do you want my poz babies in you forever?". Chad asked. "fuck yes sir, knock me up, PLEASE" I yelled. "please cum deep in me...give me all of your cum". That was the final straw, Chad fucked me even faster and harder, "take my cum boy...I...am...cumming". Chad shoved deep in me and held his cock deep. my cock then exploded another load from my balls all over my pubes and stomach. After starting to slowly slide in and out...slowing down, Chad leaned down on to my body. "thank you Tim, you are incredible". I was so fulfilled and happy, knowing my man was there and encouraging his sexy friend to fuck me full of poz cum! Steve then bent down to kiss me, "welcome to our club, son". That 'game night' ended so well, and above any fantasy I could think of fulfilling. We finally left Chad and Bruce's house in the early morning hours being two of the remaining guests at the house. As Chad and Bruce walked us to the door, I gave Bruce a big hug and thanked him for the great night. Both Chad and Bruce were wearing robes by now, but both robes were not fastened as I am sure they preferred it that way. While Bruce and Steve said goodbye, I turned to Chad to hug him good night. I immediately noticed Chad's robe was open more and his cock was semi hard again, what a thing of beauty. Chad pulled me in tight and kissed my neck and whispered to me, "Tim, if you ever want to talk more about taking poz cum or being in a relationship with a poz man, please let me know." Chad pulled back a little so I could see his cock starting to grow. I leaned in and kissed him, while reaching in his robe and take hold that huge cock that was hardening in my hand. "Thank you so much Chad, you are so great and I will, soon". I said to Chad. I squeezed his cock one more time and let it fall before turning to put my hands on Steve. As Steve and I were driving back to his house, I mentioned to him that I was very full of cum and leaking, Steve just smiled, knowing this had met some of his desires as well. We both smiled and reminisced mentally all the way back to Steve's house. As we entered the house the weight of all the sex and stimulation started to hit me. I turned towards Steve, "baby, I am beat. can I shower and join you in bed?". "my thoughts exactly baby boy, I am beat as well." We both made our way to his room where I dropped my bag and undressed for my shower. I had a lot of dried cum around my ass and covering my legs, which I couldn't wait to get cleaned off, but Steve asked me not to clean out and I promised him I wouldn't. Right now I had cum from three different poz men swimming in me. That quick thought started to stir my cock a little, which I couldn't help, but the thought of me becoming poz hit me and I thought about that for a moment. What that meant for me and my life. I walked over to Steve and kissed him, "be right out". The shower felt amazing on my body and I let the warm water soak in, slowly I started to wash away the cum that had dried to my skin and then slowly washed through my now sensitive crack. I could feel my ass lips were puffy from being fucked hard by three men, but it still felt wonderful. Again my thoughts drifted to becoming poz. I still had mixed feelings about it in some way. I knew I was very likely to be converted, if not now then soon, and that made me both aroused and anxious. My mind drifted to Chad and wanting to talk to him about my feelings. I immediately started thinking about the weight of his cock in my hand and his lips on my neck. My hand drifted to my now hard cock as I started stroking. I started thinking about last night, in the kitchen, Chad's hard cock touching me as he moved in closer, smearing my stomach with his precum. I was slowly stroking then remembered being on my back and Chad fucking me, my legs around his waist, as he asked me if I wanted his poz babies in me. I did want them in me, and told him so. Chad had cum in me twice now and I know he could be the one to convert me, just as easily as Steve. I needed to talk to Chad again about my thoughts on being pozzed. I knew he would be willing to listen. I made a note to reach out to Chad and let my cock settle down. I was much too tired to be fantasizing and jacking my cock, plus I just wanted to get into bed with my man. Steve was already in bed, covers pulled back revealing his naked body and big, soft, cock. I looked at him as I crossed the room, how sexy he was. He was checking out his phone, so I didn't bother him. When I got to my side of the bed, I bent over as if stretching and then plugged in my phone. When I got into bed I glanced at his cock again, but now it wasn't soft any longer. I looked over at him, "Steve?". He looked back at me, "yes". "You still have cum and ass on your cock", I paused, waited, and then continued. "can I taste you?". Steve reached for his growing cock, stroked it once or twice, and said, "suck my cock baby boy". I was on him in a minute. His cock had grown thick and full and awaited my mouth. I took him in my mouth and tasted his dried cum and the cum of others, it was intoxicating. I knew Steve's cock had bred that twink boy, with at least two other loads in there before him, but man it tasted good. As I was sucking Steve's big cock he soon started to lift me and swing my legs over his body so he could eat my ass. Outside of him fucking me, this was incredible, to suck on his big cock and have him part my ass and tongue fuck me deep. I was pushing back on his face, moaning, all the while keeping that cock in my mouth. Steve pulled back and said, "sit on my cock Tim, I need to be in you again". I moved off of Steve and turned around, straddled him again, and reached back to stroke his cock. I then leaned forward to kiss him, reached back to guide his cock to my hole, and spread my cheeks and hole open. I think he got the invitation because he then started to guide his wet dick into my puffy sore hole, which was burning a little, being invaded once again, but it was so worth it. Steve continued to kiss me keep and put his hands on my hips, helping guide me down on to his hard cock. Soon, I felt it, that familiar feeling of his pubes and being completely full of a man's cock. Steve pulled me down so I was nestled in his shoulder and neck, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them open, and really started fucking me fast, and deep. I could not even help the animal type moans that were now escaping my lips. with each thrust of his cock I let out a moan, like was a bitch getting fucked in her cunt. I don't know what happened, but I was rock hard now between my man and I as he pummeled my ass. "baby, I am not going to last like this, do you want me to cum?", Steve asked without missing a stroke I moaned in Steve's neck, "please cum in me baby, please." I felt Steve fuck me hard with a couple more strokes and then lifted his legs a little and shoved deep in my ass and that is when I felt him thicken and start to pulse in me. Steve was moaning loudly and I started to cum between us. Such sweet ecstasy of our love making and my breeding. Steve and I slept so wonderful that night and didn't wake up until later in the morning. Steve made me breakfast and after that I soon departed for home. I needed to get home and cleaned up and out, maybe even sleep some more. Steve and I made plans to meet up later in the week. After the week began I started thinking more and more about what had taken place the last two weeks and of course my mind drifted to all of the HIV poz cum I had taken in me. I thought about if I did end up converting, how would that affect my life and what my next phase of life would be. I started to think of Chad's offer to discuss 'anything' about what 'might' be. I decided to email Chad and see if he had some time to chat. Of course Chad was right there to give me some time to talk about being poz, being neg and converting, and that in a relationship. Chad suggested I come over to their house Tuesday after work as Bruce was going to be out and it would give them some time to talk about all aspects. I arrived at Chad's house Tuesday evening. It was a nice summer evening, warm breeze, and it felt good to be there. A little pressure off knowing I could get some of my questions answered. I hadn't really noticed much of the outside of the house the other night when I was here with Steve as it was later at night and my mind was in clear of focus of 'game night'. The house, neighborhood was very nice and quiet, well manicured, and inviting. I knocked on the door and heard Chad yell from somewhere in the house, "be right there". I turned around looking up and down the street, enjoying the evening and surroundings. Soon enough the door opened and I turned around facing Chad. Usually this man's forwardness got over my shyness within seconds, but this wasn't the lustful sex man I had seen and met. This Chad was very welcoming and gentle, "Tim, so great to see you, please come in", he said while opening the screen door for me to enter their home. This time when I entered the house didn't have the same feel of sexual electricity, no twink running around in pink panties, I smiled. "Thank you for taking some time to chat", I said to Chad. As he closed the door behind me, Chad said, "oh please hon, you are always welcome in our home and always welcome to let me bend your ear about all other things", he said chuckling. I laughed, he was so sweet. I quickly looked Chad up and down, I didn't want him to know that I was curious about what he had on. Chad was dressed in a t-shirt, jean shorts that were "cut-offs" with frayed bottoms, and some slip-on shoes. He looked so relax. I know my eyes wanted to go back to the shorts he had on and see if I noticed his large dick in there, but I slapped myself mentally. I was here to discover more about myself and HIV. "Well thank you again, Chad". "Would you like some water or tea, Tim?", Chad asked. "Thank you, I would love some water". "I will get us some waters, why don't you head out to the patio and grab a seat. I will be out in a second". "Sounds great, see ya in a few", I replied. I walked through the back patio door to the place I was intimately familiar with. I took at seat on the furniture, the same furniture that last saw me getting bred by my man and Chad. I could feel the stirring in my cock and ass, what a great night that was. As I was lost in my thoughts, Chad came upon on me and slightly startled me. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on ya, you seemed to be lost in your thoughts", Chad said. I snapped out of my thoughts and reached for the the glass of water, looked at Chad and said, "thank you. very deep in my thoughts". Chad smiled and asked me to sit down. After getting settled, Chad asked, "Tim, what has got you thinking? What can I do for you or what can I answer for you?" "Well, remember you offered to talk me through some of those poz/neg feelings or thoughts I might have? Well, I have them." I laughed. "I thought you might Tim. You made a big decision once you started sleeping with Steve, having unprotected sex, and letting him breed you. That was a big step. Then to come over for game night, another big step. I am thinking you had thought it through at some point and realized you would be ok and everything would work out. Right?" I nodded. Chad continued, "now after realizing that you have taken so much poz cum you might truly be infected, then it hit you, once the sex stopped for a bit. It is very natural Tim. If you were only having sex with a poz man that was on medication, your chances would be reduced tremendously, but the reality is you have taken cum from multiple men, some of which are not on meds. It seems like it is only a matter of time. how am I doing so far?" "You are right on the money Chad. Was it that easy to figure out?", I asked. Chad laughed, "oh boy, yes. I knew you would be having the questions eventually and I knew you would need someone to talk to, hence my offer to chat. So, dear boy, what would you like to know?" We both took drinks of our waters, which I am very thankful for having to calm slow down my rapid fire questions. "Ok, first, I am not showing any symptoms so I am not really sure I will be converted. Is it possible after all of that fucking, I won't be pozzed?". Chad sat for a moment, looking into my eyes, then said. "Tim, after what I have seen, and even been a part of, you have taken a lot of poz cum in you. I am pretty sure you will be converted. Maybe, maybe, it won't happen after the past two weekends, but I am sure if you continue with Steven it will happen. I am not going to give my opinions one way or the other, but I think it will happen." I kind of already knew what Chad was telling me was the truth, and yes, eventually it wold happen, but I wanted to confirm my thoughts. "Can I ask you something Tim?", Chad asked "Of course not, anything." Chad asked, "I will go grab us some refills, but let me first ask. do you regret being fucked and bred so much?" I was a little taken aback by his blunt way of asking questions, but realized this is Chad. It took me only a few seconds, and I smiled at him, "not one bit Chat, not one regret at all. Every time was incredible". Chad thought for a few seconds and smiled at me, "I didn't think so baby boy. Now, for those refills." Chad took his glass and stood up and held out his hand for my glass. I reached for my glass and then handed it up to him. It was in doing this that I definitely noticed Chad's cock in his shorts. He wasn't hard, but seem to be semi hard for sure. Chad noticed me staring. "Sorry Tim, it didn't help that I was part of those times and could be the one". I looked up at Chad, "I know, sir", and smiled. Chad left and headed into the kitchen. He returned in a few minutes with refilled glasses. He handed me my glass, and I think purposely stood in front of me to show off his noticeable cock, then sat down and got comfortable. "Ok Tim, another question for you, if that ok?". "Sure", I said. "In the past two weeks, how was the sex you had, being fucked by poz men?" I paused for a moment, "Chad, I can honestly say sex with Steve", I paused a second, "you, and the others has been so fucking incredible. I felt so free and open to receiving men and all they have to give. it was so intimate. Does that make sense? The closeness of two men that share everything?" "Oh yes it makes a lot of sense. Sex between two men that can share all of themselves is incredible. Having been a part of your coming out to poz/neg sex has been so so hot Tim. I loved every bit of it. It doesn't hurt that you are so damn cute, humble, honest, and sexy either." Chad smiled. "ahhh, thank you Chad. You are so sweet. Thank you. I think you are amazing and so caring, and obviously sexy, and hung", I laughed out loud. Chad laughed. "thank you kindly young man, you had me at hung". "Hung and shoots such big loads, sir. damn. I don't know how you and Steve do it, just so much cum". "Tim, I wish I could say I knew how, I would try and produce more cum, but it is who I am. I am blessed with a big cock, no doubt, but maybe it is my big balls? Not sure." Chad adjusted in his chair, making an effort to pull his shorts down, but this only showed up his big cock. I needed to take my focus, and stare, off of his cock, so I looked Chad in the eyes again. "So, we are in agreement that I will probably convert soon, that is to be expected. If not now, then soon we are sure." Chad nodded. I continued, "can I ask you something Chad?" Chad answered, "yes please" "What do you like about being a top?", I asked Chad. Chad thought for a moment and then answered, "Now that I am a total top man I can say that these things helped get me to being a top man. Watching my hard cock sliding in and out of that puckered hole and see it clinch and squeeze my cock, as well as watching it slide back in balls deep with each plunge. That feeling I get in a nice ass, watching his ass lips suck on my cock and opening him up. oh yes. I love that view. I guess another is that feeling when I'm about to cum and feel it in my balls, makes my cock throb and as that last thrust of going in and feeling my cock pulse as the unloading begins and hearing my bottom moan and feel it too. And then, when I see my bottom ooze my cum from his hole and taking my cock and pushing it back in with my wet leaking cock and letting it go soft inside him. Oh yes, those are three wonderful things that make me want to top men's asses forever". My mouth was just kind of open listening to Chad describe what he loves about topping ass was just so fucking hot. I could see him reliving each experience as he described them. Chad wasn't really looking at me, but kind of looking through me as he envisioned all of those scenarios. My eyes drifted to his crotch, he was definitely hard now, a small wet spot appeared, and I bet he was uncomfortable in those jean shorts. Chad noticed my staring at his crotch. "Tim, I am sorry, I didn't mean to get hard during our talk." He adjusted his shorts a little more, but I could tell his cock was straining against the tight shorts. "It is ok Chad, really. I know thinking about those things, which were really great to hear, probably made you think of them in reality, which no doubt made you hard. I really don't mind at all, but I feel bad for your cock it can't feel good in those tight jeans", I laughed. Chad laughed, "oh fuck no, not comfortable at all. Would you mind if I change into something more comfortable?" "Oh please do, I am sorry, didn't mean to do that to ya". Chad stood in front of me and wow, his cock was outlined so nicely, but probably packed in there. He started to unbutton his shorts to try and create some space for that huge dick. He laughed, "all good Tim, I will be right back". Chad turned and walked to the patio doors, as he got close to the doors he was unzipping his shorts and then just as he walked into the kitchen, removed them completely. I got to see his ass and those big balls as he bent to pick up his shorts. I don't think it was a move of seduction, it was just a fact he needed to be more comfortable. I drank some water and thought about Chad's response to being a top, thinking about that from a bottom's point of view. Soon enough Chad returned, I could hear him coming from the patio door. When I looked up I noticed he was in gym type shorts and apparently no support underneath because I could see his big heavy dick swaying in the front of those shorts. As Chad approached and started to take his seat he said, "oh man that feels so much better, thank you for waiting while I changed. I love those jean shorts to hang around the house, but I don't wear them if I think I am at all going to get a hard on, wait too compact in there." I laughed with Chad, "that have got to feel a ton better." "Oh for sure", Chad said while squeezing his big cock in his shorts, "and you can't even tell if I am leaking or not, the best part". We laughed together again. "Tim, you asked about what I like about being a top, and I think the list is even longer if I really start to think about it. Do you have any other questions?", Chad asked. "I did think of another one." Chad sat up a little bit, "shoot". "Well, since I have known you I have seen the sex hungry, lustful, straight to fucking type of man. Do you ever enjoy "making love"?, I used air quotes to emphasize that. "Great question and I suppose you are right Tim. At Steve's place it was all about fucking and then of course game night, it was all about breeding our boy, which led to a lot more breeding. I can honestly say yes. While I enjoy the fucking and breeding sessions, I really enjoy making love to a bottom, that connection and intimacy two men can share. It is so hot." Damn, now I was the one squirming. I was both getting hard and my ass got that twitchy feeling, aching almost. "I love it Chad. I wasn't quite sure so I wanted to ask. I do agree with you, being fucked hard and giving my ass to a man is so incredible and hot, but damn being made love to, sharing that. Yes, it is also very hot. For example, the first time Steve fucked me I basically told him I would be ass up on his bed for your cock. So very hot. Then that night of course he made love to me again afterwards. That was so hot and special." "I know", Chad said and paused, then reached down and grabbed his cock in his loose shorts, "I knew you couldn't see me leaking in these." I looked down and watched Chad slowly make long strokes of his cock, through his shorts, and added, "you are right Chad, I can't tell at all. I honestly don't even know if you are leaking". Chad looked at me and then pulled his shorts leg aside to show me his big hard cock that was very wet on the end. "I am not kidding Tim, definitely leaking now". Chad's cock was bouncing and very hard, seemed to be throbbing with his heartbeat. "Chad, your cock is so gorgeous, damn it." While looking at his big cock, I asked, "if I become poz Chad do you think there will still be interest to fuck and breed me after that? I mean I know Steve and I will be together, but sometimes there is that drive in tops, such as yourself and Bruce, that really get off on breeding neg bottoms". I was still watching Chad's cock while he stroked it one more time, then rubbed his fingers over his wet cock head. He covered his cock again and then brought his fingers to his mouth to clean off. I watched every motion. Chad closed his eyes and finished cleaning off his fingers. He opened his eyes, "I love my precum. yum. Sorry, to your question. I would hope the attraction and lust would be the same in both directions. I know it wouldn't change for Steve and Bruce or I. Even Bill to that manner. We are all really attracted to you, both your body and your spirit. I know for myself Tim, if you do convert I want to be there for you, around you to comfort you and support you however you need." "Thank you Chad, you are so sweet". "We all do care for you Tim. Ok, enough serious shit. I am horny as fuck now, no thanks to you", Chad said while standing up. His shorts tented out with his massive hard on. "Want to watch some porn and jack off?" Chad didn't wait for an answer really, he just reached for my hand, helped me up and while holding my hand walked me to the tv room. The same room as the game room from the other night. "Please sit down and make yourself comfortable", Chad motioned to the couch. "What do you feel like watching?" Chad said while picking up the remote. I started taking off my shorts, and this time I didn't wear anything underneath, I was hard and now naked from the waste down. I pulled my leg up on the couch so I could have my cock and ass free to play with. Chad started scrolling through some sort of media server, listing out all sorts of gay porn and different categories. Before I said anything Chad paused on the Bareback Cum category and entered. There were several titles from Treasure Island Media, one of my favorite producers of gay bareback porn. Chad scrolled and then paused, "what about 'Knocked Up'? That sounds good". I agreed. Chad pushed play, tossed the remote on the couch, and pulled down his shorts. His big cock sprang out and seemed so happy to be released. I couldn't help but stare at it, and him. Chad sat down on the couch at the other end and grabbed his cock to slowly stroke it as the movie started. The scenes were amazing, so much raw fucking and cum loads being dumped in several bottoms. The mood in the room was fantastic. As both Chad and I stroked our cocks, we would make comments about something we saw and thought was really hot. With all of the fucking on the screen I couldn't help but move my right hand and fingers down to my aching hole and play with it. First I just lightly stroked my hole and then I lubed my finger with spit and inserted it in my ass while watching. My eyes would go from the screen to Chad and back. I wasn't sure what scene was hotter. Chad was really leaking now, which was so fucking sexy. Chad was now doing the same as I, his gaze went from the hot fucking on the big screen to me fingering my ass, and then back. After Chad had been watching me finger my hole for longer he asked, "would you like some of my precum for that?". "yes please" is all I said. Chad stroked his cock with a few long strokes that seemed to be pushing a good amount of precum out of his cock hole. After a few strokes he gathered up what was there and scooted over to my end of the couch. I pulled my finger from my hole and Chad's fingers took their place. First rubbing around my hole a few times with his slick mess, and then he looked up at me and entered my ass with his finger. I put my head back and moaned out loud. It felt so fucking good and slicker now. Slowly Chad moved his fingers in and out a few times and then pulled them all the way out, leaving me craving. "There ya go Tim, please continue", Chad said and scooted back to his end of the couch to resume his stroking. I inserted my finger quickly to replace the emptiness left behind by Chad's probing. Chad said, "nice" and looked back to the porn being played. There was a scene playing that showed an ass being fucked by a big bare cock and you could tell the bottom already had loads in him because all of that fucking by that cock was like a syphon, pulling the other men's cum out and covering his fat cock. It was just so sexy. Chad spoke up as we both watched, "I fucking love doing that with bottoms. When I know they have been bred by other tops before me, oh fuck I love pulling all of that cum out and use it as lube.", Chad paused, then continued, "fuck that is so hot". Immediately Chad stopped and let go of his cock. I just started at this cock as Chad leaned back. His big cock was leaning my direction and I could clearly see some cum ooze out from his piss slit as it pulsed. As the pulsing slowed down Chad grabbed his cock again and slowly started stroking. Chad looked at me, "fuck that was close, I almost came". "oh man, I could tell...look at the cum you oozed out onto your leg", I said. "Can I use that for lube?" Chad smiled at me, "yes please baby boy". I leaned over and scooped up that little bit of cum and then sat back, spread my legs on the couch so Chad could see and then inserted his cum into me with two fingers. I was more than probing, I was softly fucking my ass with my fingers and Chad's cum. Chad was staring and stroking his cock. "mmmm, that is one way to get my cum into you boy". I was in full bottom mode now, didn't care about my cock and my pleasure. "well, if you ooze like that again, I am certainly getting that cum into me". Chad pulled on his cock a few more times, looked at me, "I am getting close again, oh fuck" and he stopped and let go of his cock. I saw it start bouncing again and then saw it oozing his cum again. Seeing him start to ooze is all I could take. I quickly got up and walked over to Chad. I turned by back to him and told him, "hold up your cock babe". Chad gripped his cock and stood it up straight. I squatted down so my hole was just touching my ass lips. I could feel his cum oozing and making my ass even slicker. I couldn't take it any longer and sat down on his cock. As soon as my hole had Chad's cock head in me, his hands when to my ass and hips. "Take my cock boy. Do you love it?". Chad asked. As I slowly sank down on Chad's cock, inch after inch, I responded. "oh fuck I love your dick Chad. Please keep oozing in me, please get all the way inside of me." I could feel Chad gripping me harder on my hips now, helping guide me down on his shaft. "Tim, I need to be buried in you, all the way. Take my cock boy". It felt like it took forever to get Chad's cock fully in my ass. I felt so fucking full, but it finally happened, I finally felt Chad's pubes on my ass cheeks. Chad said, "that's it baby boy, all the way in, you feel so tight and warm around my cock. Now it is time to fuck my cock and get all of this cum into your hungry ass." I started to raise up off his thick cock, a couple inches at first, and then started moving to get more out and back in me. I said out loud to myself, "if I wasn't knocked up already, you will do it this time". "fuck yes boy", is all Chad moaned. Chad would help push me off of his cock, almost all of the way, and I would help in sliding back down on his cock, which seemed to be getting wetter and wetter. This went on for about five minutes before I could sense Chad was getting closer to his orgasm. Of course in this position my cock was just semi hard, but oozing cum as it always does with Chad and Steve. "fuck, boy I am getting close. Are you ready for my load?", Chad asked, "fuck yes sir, please give it to me, cum in me deep". Chad pulled pushed me off of his cock one more time, so that he was almost all of the way out of me, then pulled me back down hard to the root of his shaft and that is when I felt it. His big cock just got thicker and then I felt him explode in me, stream after stream of his poz cum painting my insides. I could really feel his cock throbbing and I knew what came with each throb, another load of poz cum in my ass and guts. I chose to just let my cock ooze cum but not orgasm. I wanted this to be about me pleasing Chad. As Chad's orgasm started to settle down he pulled me back onto his chest and he held me with this cock still in me, me leaning back on him. "damn Tim, I love fucking you. You just seem to get me going like crazy and then milk everything out of me, always." "thank you Chad" I whispered. I just wanted to lay there and feel him holding me close and his cock still in me. Soon though, Chad's cock deflated and finally popped out of my ass letting some of his huge load pour out of my open ass. We didn't care at all. As we lay like that Chad asked, "Tim, can I tell you something?". "Of course sir", I said without moving. "I just want you to know that I absolutely love fucking you. Steve is like my brother and we share pretty much everything, but I am not sure he thought this would happen. So, in saying that I would never do anything to harm him, but please if ever you two part ways, please let me know. Can you do that?" I thought about what Chad was saying, this was a little more serious than I thought would be coming. "Chad, I am falling for Steve, for sure. but I know where you are coming from and so so glad you will always be around us as close and true friends." I then eased up a little bit and turned toward Chad. "I am so glad to know that either you or Steve are going to convert me eventually. I wouldn't want it any other way." I turned and leaned back into him. Chad said behind me, "thank you Tim, I feel the same way". That day ended with that conversation and that host sex. I was so happy and so happy to be seeing Steve soon. In the coming weeks I did indeed get terribly sick and soon it was confirmed that one of those two sexy men impregnated me with their poz cum. Steve took care of me at his house the whole time I was sick. We were not really intimate during that time, but when I could offer him my ass I would, because I know he is still a sexy man with desires. A few times Steve had to run errands or work so he would ask Chad to watch over me. The same routine happened with Chad, I offered him my ass too when I felt up to it. He was so loving and caring, I was so happy to have both dads around during that time.

As a bottom I voted for randoms because I like the kinky part of not knowing what's coming and how it is coming... But I have to admit that a good random often becomes a regular, is it not? And if it was a bad random, which can often happen as well, it will not become a regular. After getting fucked a second time by a random, I considered him a regular especially because he wanted to whore me out. Unfortunately that never happened because of 'covid' and also because I kept traveling again. And exactly that - the traveling part - keeps me often of getting regulars and thus always depending on random fucks. But like I said, I love the cumslut experience of not knowing what's coming and how it is given to me. I just love to be used and dominated by strangers.

Chapter 7 And that´s what we did. Once for Taron again, once for Jamal. And my head was flying. Fuck was I high! I felt invincible enough to take on these two guys and their cocks! But something bothered me… “Guys, I think that was enough of that… smoke. I´m really high and I think it´s good like that… Okay?” I was looking at Jamal pleadingly, who was sitting before me on the sofa. I had just serviced his cock some more and he had told me to keep my hands on his feet, wrapped in those enigmatically white socks, so only my moth would touch his cock. I found that weird at first but… after a while, it turned out to be really fucking hot! It gave him even more control over me and I loved that after a while. He was treating my mouth well with his cock, which I was hyperaware of while it was gliding over my lips and… “Hmm okay Jakey, we can stop the smoking I guess. Right Taron?” Taron came up from working my hole with his tongue and a finger, relaxing me bit by bit for what would be the biggest treat my hole had ever had. “Sure thing! I´m sure you´ll take us, right baby?” “Yes… I mumbled, already licking Jamal´s cockhead again. I withdrew slightly. “Thanks guys. I Mean, you can go on of course, I just guess am not used to it and so…” Taron´s hand pushed my head from behind down on Jamal´s cock again. “Don´t you worry too much Jakey, we´re gonna take really good care of ourselves, each other and your sweet hole right here!” With that, he pushed a finger in to the knuckle and made me flinch around the cock in my mouth, but I made sure not to hurt it. Who knew what would happen then, I thought… I was just relieved, really, that they didn´t want to pump me full of more drugs. Right? “By the way Baby, you wouldn´t make us cover up, would you?” Taron asked casually, while working his finger in and out of my hole. “Cover up…? Oh, you mean condoms?” “Yeah, right… Wouldn´t that be a waste of intimacy? Our cocks sliding into your pussy, flesh on flesh. Not even to mention you wouldn´t get our cum into you!” I was a bit baffled. I actually had a condom with me. But it definitely wouldn´t fit these guys. “I mean… do you have some?” I asked, nervously. Having their cum in me probably would be really hot, but I just met them! And… what we were doing didn’t exactly prove to me that they were a safe crowd. Jamal interrupted “No baby, of course not! You have seen our cocks, they barely fit into any condom anyway. And an entry without a condom is so much smoother, it´s essential for us to being able to properly fuck a hole without hurting the poor owner. Just imagine the friction our cocks would cause on your sphincter with a rubber…” He was shaking his head with a sad expression. “We wouldn´t want to do that to anybody. Sex should be about pleasure, right?” he said, and was staring deeply into my eyes. “Yeah… I guess…” I answered meekly. I really wanted them, I couldn’t just leave here like that, but… Taron suddenly withdrew his finger and I was pulled out of my thoughts and yelped a little. Then I felt something small but hard slightly entering me and then something else… A liquid? “What are you doing?” “Just a little important work in helping you reach your full potential sweety…” Taron murmured. That´s when a burning started to form in my hole. “What the…?!” I tried to look back, but Jamal put his hands on my head and made sure I was looking at him. “Don´t worry baby, this will just help you relax your hole. Or something like that.” he added with an evil grin. “Anyway, to prepare you for the events about to come!” Taron snickered. How could this make me relax? Maybe it was some kind of numbing cream? It certainly doesn´t feel very relaxing right now, but maybe it needs some time to work, I thought. And well, I was at least right about that part! “Oh don´t you worry Baby! I see it in your eyes, you´re thinking so much again, right? Don´t. Just go with the flow! We made you feel really good so far, haven’t we? We gave you our wonderful cocks and you want to give us your beauftiful hole! It´s only natural! So we should do it. And since we know how to handle a sweet boy like you, we´re doing everything we need to, to ensure we´re all having a really good time, okay?” “I was looking up at him with wide eyes and nodded after a second. This was so fucked up, so kinky, nasty and risky, but it´s a fucksession I never dreamed of and I didn’t want it to end. “Okay?” Jamal said this time, more sternly. “Uh, yes!” I answered instinctively. “Good boy!” Jamal again caressed my head with his fingertips and I felt electricity shooting through me. “You´re feeling it, don´t you baby?” “Yes… I feel something… the burning is gone and it feels electric and good and…” I hesitated to go on, but then I figured that all modesty was lost here anyway. “It feels like my hole is empty!” Jamal grinned and threw Taron a gaze, who had rustled with his equipment behind me and now spoke up. “Good, that means, that it´s working! It makes a hole wonderfully hot! It´s gonna get a bit more intense even and then you´ll be ready…” he made a pause, while leaning down, his finger gracing the outside of my hole, while his head appeared beside my ear and he whispered the rest straight into it “…to take both of our big, black dicks after each other into that wonderful, sweet white hole. And you will feel amazing, stretched to your limits. And never wanting something else again than big cocks, pounding your pussy, making your whole body feel good with it and taking the cum they offer you as a reward, when you did your job well.” He withdrew and focused on my hole again, pushing first one and then two fingers in easily, a satisfied smirk on his lips. They didn´t even await a response from me. For them, everything was settled. They got me high, on my knees, naked, cages and booty bumped. And I didn´t offer any resistance anymore whatsoever.

I love poppers. It helps me to relax with big cocks.

Chapter 7 – Jeff’s Place Chapters 1 through 6 tell about my first meeting with Jeff. We were attracted to each other at a party, so I invited him to my place that weekend. We discovered lots of mutual interests and have been having a great time together. Now, I’m going to his place for dinner and who knows what else. I dressed carefully for my evening with Jeff. Hah, I say “evening,” but I’m hoping it becomes more than just a few hours of time together. I chose a pair of tight dark wash jeans with a white button-down shirt. Leaving a few buttons open to show off my hairy chest is a sexy look. Under the jeans, a black leather jockstrap encased my cock. I cleaned out, showered, and got dressed. I also grabbed a bottle of wine and a nice cognac for after dinner. Jeff lived across town in a nice neighborhood. The houses were closer together than my place, so we could not be naked outdoors. Jeff’s house was a large brick ranch from the 1950s. I parked in the drive, walked to the front door, and rang the bell. When Jeff opened the door, we both burst out laughing. He was wearing an almost identical outfit to mine! His shirt was light grey, and he had also left a few buttons open to show off his fur. I walked in and put down the bottles on a nearby table. We embraced warmly, and then our mouths came together in a passionate kiss. While we kissed, we felt each other up, leading to great expectations for the evening ahead. We picked up the bottles and headed to the kitchen. Jeff had set us up to eat in a small nook off the kitchen. He told me that there would be some apps, then he was going to grill for dinner, and then dessert. He also mentioned that the cognac would be a pleasant after-dinner drink. Jeff proposed a game over dinner. We had used a game to get to know each other better so this was a great way to continue the fun. “When we sit down for our appetizer, we stay fully clothed. Once the main course is ready, we remove our socks. For dessert, we take off our shirts. Then, when we have our after-dinner drink, we take off our pants. After that, we do whatever we want!” That sounded fun and sexy to me, so I happily agreed. It would prolong the agony of our desire to see each other naked and get us to a peak of horniness. So, we sat down to our humus and olive tapenade appetizer with pita bread. Once we had consumed our fill, Jeff said he was going out to grill the steaks. I, of course, followed his hot, denim-clad ass out to the deck. It was pretty private since the house sort of wrapped around three sides, so we could kiss and hug while the meat cooked. He had roasted potatoes and broccoli ready to go with the steaks. When they were ready, he reminded me of the game. “Socks come off for the main course.” That was easy. Of course, it encouraged us to play footsie while we ate. The food was excellent, but the company was better. My cock was straining in my jeans, and I’m sure there was a wet spot building up in my jock. When Jeff got up to take some plates to the sink, I noticed a bigger bulge in his jeans than when I got there so he was plumping up too. We sat outside on the deck for a while after the main, getting to know each other better. Then, it was time for dessert. So, our shirts had to come off. Seeing his pert nipples with the metal glistening in the light was enticing to me, and I leaned in for a lick (or two). He chuckled and told me to wait. Then, I could have whatever I wanted. That was too good an offer to pass up, so I took my mouth off his tits. Dessert was tasty, but now I wanted to get to the drinks (and losing our pants). Jeff told me where to get glasses for the cognac, so I went into the kitchen to find them and pour a healthy dose of cognac for each of us. When I returned to the living room, Jeff had already removed his jeans and was now just wearing an orange jockstrap. I was happy to see that it had a spot on the front where he had obviously leaked some precum, so I bent down to suck that into my mouth. He pulled me up. “Your jeans need to come off, too,” he chided. So, I stood and seductively unbuttoned each of the five buttons on my pants. Before tugging them off, I turned around so that he could see my hairy ass framed by the straps of my leather jockstrap. I shimmied out of my tight jeans and then threw them aside. Now, I knelt in front of this sexy man and mouthed his cock through his jock. I did this for a while, with Jeff stroking my body and occasionally brushing his fingers across my hole. It pulsed in response to his movements, and we both knew we were in for another amazing night. I sat down, and we picked up our drinks. “To new discoveries,” Jeff toasted. I clinked my glass with his and drank while gazing into his eyes. Fuck, this man was unbelievably sexy and said all the right things. I could only hope it held true. We chatted as we drank the cognac. My jockstrap had a zippered pouch in the front, and I temptingly tugged it down a little bit at a time. By the time we were done with the drinks, it was fully unzipped, and my cock was protruding out of it. Jeff had been rubbing his dick through the jock but had kept it contained. Jeff took my empty glass and put it on a table next to his. Then he grabbed my cock and pulled me into a standing position. He led me out of the living room and down a long hallway. Then, he opened the door to his playroom. Seriously, this was wild! It was very similar to mine. A sling took pride of place in the middle of the room, with a mirrored wall on one side. He had a couch in the corner where I had a bed, but it would serve the same purpose. A big TV was mounted on the wall and could be swiveled to be viewed from anywhere in the room. He also had a computer with a camera near the sling. He had a tool cabinet with poppers and lube on top, and he told me the drawers held a variety of dildos. He noticed me looking around in awe at the similarities and laughed. “I was kind of freaked out in your playroom yesterday by how alike our spaces are. I did have to go out and buy a camera today since that really enhanced the experience.” He led me over by the cock to the sofa, and we both sat. He picked up a bubbler and said, “I hope you like it.” I wasn’t sure what “it” was. It could have been the playroom, the T we were about to smoke, the handsome stud I was smoking it with, but it was all good, so I nodded and told him that I liked it very much. He smiled and lit the torch. The bubbler cooled the smoke, making it slide into my lungs easily. We swapped back and forth, blowing clouds and sometimes shotgunning them with each other. My cock was out of my jock, but his was still covered by the pouch. “Can I fuck you first?” he asked. To answer, I walked over to the sling and climbed in. My ass was spread and ready for him. He walked over and hooked the pouch of his jockstrap under his balls. He was wearing a hefty metal cock ring which complemented his nipple piercings well. He grabbed the lube and applied some to his cock and some to my ass. Then, he placed the head of his cock at my hole and leaned forward. As he leaned, more and more of his cock was entering me. I was also pushing back on him to let him get as deep as he wanted. When he bottomed out, our lips met. He broke the kiss and said, “Damn, that is one fine ass!” I thanked him and let him know that any good sex takes two people. “Sometimes more,” he replied with a sly grin. While my dick had withered after smoking the T, Jeff’s was still hard. It felt great inside me. Jeff was fucking me at a leisurely pace, taking long and deep strokes. He would change the angle, letting his cock explore my ass. “Do some poppers, pig,” he growled at me. I guess he knows how much poppers affect my ass. I picked up the nearest bottle and took a few good snorts. I offered them to him, but he shook his head. “I want you all fucked up!” Then, fucked up he would get. I decided to do two more snorts to make the rush super intense. Again, Jeff smiled that sly (and sexy) grin as he watched me recap the bottle and put it down. When he saw my eyes glaze over as the poppers hit, he dramatically sped up his pace. Now, he was fucking me with an intensity that I had not seen but was happy to experience. He was plowing me so hard that the sling was swaying back and forth, driving his cock ever deeper into my ass. It was intense and enthralling. Jeff buried his cock in my ass, grabbed the straps of the sling to stop the motion, and threw his head back. With a guttural growl, I felt his cock pulsing my ass as it dumped its load of sweet cum into me. He kept his cock in me for a while, using it to churn up the load inside me. He began to shake as he withdrew, letting me know how good my ass felt on his cock. I was flexing my ass muscles to milk as much cum out of him as possible, and it obviously felt great on his dick. When his cock popped out, he looked at me, and we both started to laugh. I love it when we’re comfortable enough with each other that we can laugh during sex without fear that it is meant as a mockery. This clearly communicated how intense our experience was and how much we enjoyed it. While I would have been happy to clean off his cock, Jeff had other plans. He opened a drawer and reached for a dildo. I recognized it as an Artemis from Topped Toys. It seems we even have similar tastes in toy makers! He lubed it up, then used it to slide up and down my crack. Each time it passed over my hole, I hoped that he would insert it, but he was clearly teasing me into a sexual frenzy. This toy is sort of human-shaped but larger than the average (or above average!) guy. When he slipped it in, I was reminded that this toy had two ridges at the head. The first one popped in, and then the second quickly followed. After that, it has a similar thickness all the way to the base. Jeff didn’t go deep at first. Instead, he slipped the head in, took it back out, and then slid it in again. This was giving my hole a workout, and I loved it. Then he did slide it all the way in. It felt amazing as it slithered its way through my guts and expanded my ass. Once he had it all the way in, he pulled it back just a little bit and ran his fingers around the entrance to my ass. He stuck a finger or two in alongside the dildo, opening my ass more and more. Once he was satisfied with my openness, he began to pound my ass with the dildo, shoving it deep, then pulling all the way out and plunging it back in. My ass was very happy with this work. Jeff told me to fuck myself with the Artemis while he watched. I’m always happy when someone watches me get fucked or fisted, so putting on a show for him was exciting for me. I reached down and grabbed the dildo, pulling it out as I kept shifting angles. One of my favorite things to do with a softer toy like this is to angle the tip towards my prostate when I’m pulling it through my ass. This one let me get a good bend on it, which both stimulates my prostate and shows off my hairy hole well. He enjoyed watching for a while, then told me to pull it out and drop it. I did as instructed, and Jeff placed his fist at my hole. Being the horny fucker that I am, I moved my ass down on his hand and let it into my ass. He worked his fist as deep as possible, then started to twist his hand around inside my ass. He was deep, so these sensations were extreme. Once again, he told me to sniff some poppers. Man, he knew what I liked, and he was pleased to provide it to me. Two snorts on the brown bottle, and I was rushing as the fumes took over. Jeff twisted his fist more aggressively inside me, all the while checking in with me. “You doing OK?” Fuck, yeah, this is amazing!” He continued his work, and I flexed my ass muscles against his fist. My cock was leaking a stream of precum now since he was hitting all the right spots in my ass. I opened the zipper all the way on my jock so that the fluid could puddle on my body. Then, I dipped my fingers in and scooped up some to bring to my mouth. Jeff had stilled his twisting but was now flexing his fingers out, probing my inner walls. He was deep in my ass and looking to get even deeper. It felt great, and I was ready for more when he said that he would pull out and we would blow some more clouds. “Gonna plug my ass?” I asked. He smiled at me and pulled out one of his plugs. This one was the Chute, which has a channel on one side so that he could pour lube or piss in me, or he could slide his cock or a toy in. He lubed it up, slid it in, then slapped my ass. “Your ass is mine tonight,” he proclaimed. All good with me! I stood from the sling, and we walked over to the couch and picked up the bubbler and torch. I told Jeff I brought some product, but he waved me off. It didn’t take long for us to top off our buzz but we spent some time on the couch, making out and fondling each other. I was sucking on one of his pierced nips when I caught the enticing aroma coming from his pit. Tentatively, I began to expand my area of licking and sucking, getting closer to his hairy pit. I was pleased when he lifted his arm and told me to go for it. I nuzzled into the dense and fragrant fur of his pit. I wanted to get his pit smell all over my face. His smell was woodsy and sweet at the same time. It was deeply arousing, and my cock started to stiffen. Jeff must have seen that since he told me to sit back on the couch. Then, he straddled me, immediately taking my dick up his ass. Once he was all the way down on it, he started back up. The plug was still in my ass, and each downward stroke he took to drive my cock into him set the plug moving in my ass. Facing me as he rode my cock, he raised his right arm above his head, giving me access to that pit. I dove in to get a refresh of the tantalizing aromas. The smell was sexy and intoxicating. I’d also pivot over to his tit to lick on or pull on the piercing, eliciting low growls of pleasure from Jeff. After he shoved my face into his pit again, I knew that I was about to cum. Jeff sensed it and amped up his pace. When he sunk down on my cock, driving the plug into new areas of my ass, I felt my dick start to spurt. Fuck, this man was amazingly sexy and made me feel amazing too. Jeff stayed on my lap, my cock softening inside him. Eventually, he pulled off and sat back on the couch facing me. His legs were spread, one foot on the floor and one on the back of the couch. His hole was exposed and looked absolutely beautiful. I fingered his cummy chasm, moving the sperm around inside him. Then, I took my fingers out and stuck them in my mouth, tasting my cum, the lube, and his ass. “I need a plug in there.” So, I got up and went to find a nice plug for his hole. I found a Lotus plug, which I lubed up, then returned with it to the couch. Jeff’s legs were still spread, and I dove in for a few quick licks before sticking the plug in him. I twisted it around as I inserted it since this is one plug that is not symmetrical. He ground his ass on it, and it was soon seated in his ass, ensuring my cum got fully absorbed by his ass. “Are you up for more?” he asked. “With you, I’m always up for more!” “Thanks, but I meant, are you open to more people joining us? I’ve got a few buddies I could contact to see if they want to come over.” Who was I to say no?

I dropped into a deep depression. I struggled to get out of bed each morning. I stopped going to school entirely, I lost all faith in myself. I had only had sex twice in my life. Both times with strangers. And both times I had risked my life with unsafe sex. I had allowed both men to cum in my ass and strangely relished holding their questionable seed in me as long as I could. I must have a death wish. I couldn’t trust myself to have sex ever again. And life without sex seemed useless. I felt utterly hopeless. Each day dragged out in aimless torture for the next three weeks. Any time I thought about sex or saw something on the tube related to it I would deeply chastise my growing horniness. The only activity I could manage was to fulfill my voluntary shifts at the fire hall. Some of the guys began to notice and asked if I was OK. I lied and said I was fine. There was no way I could talk to any of them about my problem. I was so deeply ashamed. Time spent at the fire hall was the only time I felt any semblance of normalcy. What grew deep inside me was the sense of how much joy I felt being around handsome fit men. The shame would relax and I would remember the excitement I felt making the calendar and participating in ‘The Full Monte’. I got more clarity about how much exhibitionism is a deep part of my being and strangely makes me feel so fulfilled. I worked late that night and found myself pulling into the parking lot at the cruising woods on my way home. When the sick feeling emerged in my stomach, I reminded myself I didn’t need to do anything. I formulated a plan. A plan to celebrate my exhibitionist nature among men who would appreciate the view. After all, there were lots of cars, so there must be lots of men on the trails. Between two vehicles I stripped relishing the cool air gently flowing over my naked nether regions. I pulled my jeans back on commando and decided not to fasten the waist band button. I put my runners back on sockless and tossed my unused clothes back in my car. As I walked into the woods, I felt a lightness of being I hadn’t felt in weeks. I soon came upon two guys getting ready to fuck and my heart began to race as my cock began to respond. The top was rolling a condom onto his substantial cock. That’s when I remembered I hadn’t brought any condoms and a moment of panic set in. I quickly caught and calmed myself remembering my promise to only enjoy my exhibitionism. It occurred to me part of that was enjoying other’s exhibitionism. And these guys were certainly happy to have an audience. Their fuck didn’t last long until the top was blasting inside the bottom. I was excited to see the condom covered cock withdrawn, the bottom remove the condom and clean the cock with his mouth. I was sure I was inspired to insist on a condom if someone offered to fuck me. The next coupling I saw was an old, guy on his knees sucking offer a monster of a man with a proportionately mammoth dick. The old guy could barely fit the girth down his throat, yet he still managed to bring the giant to orgasm. The river of cum gushed out of his mouth and all over his face and hair. Again, I felt inspired thinking ‘I may not be able to get fucked but I can suck off a cock or two and be egged on by guys that stop to watch. I soon found a very nervous young guy who allowed me to suck him off. I was delighted with the taste of his load and swallowed it all. Observers had gathered round and in quick succession I sucked down two more loads. By the fourth blowjob my inner exhibitionist was in full throttle. I stood and bent to suck this stranger’s cock so that I could drop my jeans and fondle my own hard on. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my exposed hole. This was followed quickly by a mouth riming my pucker hole and whiskers scratching my ass cheeks. I thought to myself; ‘I should have expected this, but it’s safe enough, relax and enjoy!” Between the luscious cock in my mouth and the pleasurable ministrations to my hole I soon got lost in the moment. Somehow, I didn’t even notice the cock in my ass until the guy blew his load down my throat. As soon as my mouth was empty I turned my head and asked the bear in my ass if he was wearing a condom. “Do you have one?” he asked me. “No, don’t you? I replied. “I’m already balls deep, do you want me to stop?” he wondered. “Of course not.” I blurted. “Just don’t cum in me.” That’s when the gathered crowd started chanting; “Breed him, breed the slut!” His pace picked up and felt amazing, especially with an audience. “I’m very close. Where do you want my load?” “Come in him, breed his slutty ass!” the crowd answered. I saw and felt the excitement of the crowd, I instantly knew I couldn’t disappoint them. “Do as they ask, cum in my slutty ass.” He was pulsing away deep in me before I even finished saying this. The bear pulled out and another raw cock was deep inside me before I could think. The crowd was back to chanting “Breed him, breed the slut!” My exhibitionist was in full control and had no intention of disappointing my fans. When it was time, I begged for the next four loads to paint my gut walls. I returned to my car with five loads dripping from my ass. I felt higher than a kite. It was only when I climbed into bed that confusion crept in. ‘Why had I done and allowed such dangerous sex? Why had I once again put my health at such risk?’

Yes I have. But it doesn’t lead to no where since most are just wanting casual fling.

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

Going to be visiting FTL next month and was thinking about trying to go to Cumunion at Clubhouse 2. Would I better off just hitting up 321 that Saturday or going to cumunion? I’ve never been to one of these events and any tips would be appreciated.

As Brock was herded back up the stairs by the cashier, he noticed the cold of the wet patch covering most of his left thigh from where his own copious precum had saturated his jeans. At the top of the stairs, Brock expected to be taken back to the register, or maybe worst case he'd be kicked out, so he was surprised when he was escorted to a room in the back. It appeared to be an office of some kind. The beat up desk took up most of the room. A heavy black curtain covered the wall behind the desk. On the wall opposite the curtain was the only thing that looked like it was bought this decade: a massive flat screen TV that looked brand new. "Have a seat." The cashier commanded. Brock immediately dropped into one of the mismatched chairs. "Look, I'll leave. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to go down there. It's my first time...," he blabbered. He was nervous. Who could blame him. From somewhere nearby, Brock heard a creak like a door hinge and the shuffling of feet. "Fuck! Stay here." The man barked and quickly exited the room. As soon as he was out of the door, Brock shot up out of his chair and started pacing around the room. He assessed his situation quickly and decided to make a break for it and get out of there. As he passed the desk, he saw the remote to the TV and another DVD case. The paper insert read "090305 'Zeke' 22," this time in blue sharpie. Brock stopped in his tracks as though he'd run into a brick wall of curiosity. Mixed with libido. He was still mostly hard despite the terror of the ordeal. And Zeke and Dale were fucking hot. Any chance to see more of them, he would take. He listened very intently to see if the cashier was coming back. He heard only silence. Before he thought more about it, he snatched up the remote, turned the TV on and hit play. The timestamp in the corner was 09/03/2005. Yesterday. Brock understood the first numbers on the handwritten cases. The room on screen was the same as the film dowstairs but the futon was nowhere to be seen. Brock recognized both people on screen. On what looked like a medical exam table was Zeke, once again in his boxers. He still looked like a surfer twink just as before. But he looked a bit worse for the wear. His eyes were a bit sunken and he looked like he had lost a bit of muscle tone. The second was not Dale. It was the man who had just left the room. The store's cashier was finishing setting up equipment next to the table. He pulled on latex gloves Brock recognized Dale's voice when he spoke from behind the camera, "Welcome back, Zeke. How was the rest of your summer." "It was fine," Zeke responded neutrally, "went home for a bit. Moved into an apartment for my senior year since I just have my big professional development class. Don't need the distraction of the dorms." "And how are you feeling," Dale asked, emphasizing the last word. "I'm poz, if that's what you're asking," Zeke responded coolly. "Was a three day ordeal from hell, but I knew to expect it at least. Told my parents it must have been an out of season flu." "Are you ready for the next phase of initiation?" "...yeah," Zeke sounded weary, but also excited. Like he had been a roulette wheel of feelings about this moment for two months and had landed on acceptance "Excellent. Two questions before we begin First have you, to your knowledge, received the HIV virus from anyone other than me prior to or since your initiation? Zeke shook his head. "I need a verbal answer," Dale chided. "No." Zeke responded definitively. "Second, did you start antiretroviral therapy?" "Of course I did. I'm undetectable." Zeke replied. "Green." Dale said, though this was directed at the cashier, who turned back to the equiment. "You are about to be branded as a member of the Scorpion Society. It is an international brotherhood of poz men. You will find a nest of us in every major city in the world and many rural communities. Like this one." It sounded like Dale had given this speech many times. "Each nest is headed by a Jarl, that's me, who holds the original strain of that nest. Each Jarl may have up to two Thanes of his choosing. The Thanes are hand selected and convertedd personally by the Jarl to ensure their strain is as pure as possible. Jarls and Thanes are identified by their orange scorpion tattoos." Brock realized he was rubbing his dick through his jeans again. HIV had been a footnote in his "abstinence only" sex education curriculum. He had never even considered it as something he might encounter in his life. He had definitely never considered there were people who were so open and clinical about it. Who spread it intentionally. The thought of it was triggering some side of him he had absolutely no control over. "Thanes are not allowed to be on ART. If a Thane starts ART, he loses status and joins the citizenry and a new one will take his place. Citizens bear green scorpion tattoos." The cashier showed Zeke his forearm, which had a scorpion tattoo identical to Dale's, but in a dark green. "Tell Walt where you want your tattoo and he will get started." Zeke gestured to the right side of his torso. Walt set to work. Dale continued: "Citizens can partake in all membership benefits and have open access to all member facilities. Your only obligation as a citizen is to the Jarls and Thanes. You are to submit your hole to them at their command. Immediately and without question. In the event you go off ART and infect someone, they are not considered citizens of this society and they will be excluded from citizenship due to their tainted strain. Benefits of citizenship transfer to other nests, should you travel or move Do you understand these guidelines?" "I understand." Zeke said with finality. Brock was transfixed by what he was seeing and hearing. At some point, he had unbuttoned his jeans and taken them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his uncut dick, idly stroking his length as his precum ran down the length of his shaft to his hand. He slicked his dick up and still more dribbled onto his underwear and the floor. He had always been an extremely heavy precummer. He heard a rustle behind him and an ice cold chill raced down his spine. He fumbled to turn the TV off and quickly turned to see someone stepping out from behind the heavy black curtain.

I get back to my cabin and have a shower. I try to keep Adam’s seed in me, but there seems to be so much, and it leaks out the entire shower. It makes me proud to have been bred by him, but also sad I am losing his DNA. I throw on a t-shirt and cargo shorts and relax with a coffee and read a book for a couple of hours and with no warning Adam opens my cabin door and comes in and shuts it behind him (clearly, he has no issue using his key). Leaning against the door as if to hold it shut, he is standing there in the same uniform as yesterday, and again a huge bulge in his pants. “Got 15-minute break” is all he says. I jump up and kiss him quickly, and he breaks the kiss and says, “more of that later”. And spins me around and pulls the back of my shorts down and within a minute his manhood is deep inside me again and he is fucking me standing pushed against the wall with enthusiasm. “I just need to let….” and a huge growl as he floods me again with his toxic seed. With my shorts still around my knees he turns me around and kisses me passionately and pulls his pants up. “Ok, 5 more minutes” he says. He doesn’t move but holds me there against the wall with my pants around my knees kissing me. My own cock is rock hard and leaking precum and some gets on the pants of his crotch. “Your turn” he says and kneels and deep throats my cock. After a couple of minutes of sucking me off he looks up and says, “nice neg juices, may be the last I get from you”. With that I lose control and cum all over his face and beard before he gets the chance to get back on it. He stands up, and I feel bad. “You can’t go back to work like that”. And I quickly lick off all my neg cum off his beard and kiss him with it until he is all cleaned up. He kisses me one last time. “No waiting until midnight this time. Be back at 10pm tonight”. At 10 o’clock on the dot Adam lets himself into my cabin and this time he comes bearing gifts. A bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers. He kisses me and says, “can’t not be looking after the father of my babies”. Tonight, is different. We enjoy the wine and chat a lot more about each other. He is such a gorgeous man. Tonight, is romantic. Adam still gives me 3 loads and again he stays the night in my cabin. I tell him I am in Perth for a month and was planning to get a flight back to Sydney. But now I think I might take the train back. His roster doesn’t quite match up, and the best I can do is stay an extra 2 weeks in Perth so I can get his train back. So, I stay 6 weeks in Perth, and we stay in touch the whole six weeks. We text and call almost non-stop. I fear that not only do I want his babies in me, but I want him more than that. We talk a lot about him taking some time off and us having a holiday together. Two weeks in I come down with a cold, and I am suspicious. It isn’t too bad, but I can’t stop wondering if this is his baby inside me. I do a test 3 weeks in and it comes back positive. It is Adams and I feel so “whole”. I decide not to tell Adam until my return trip no matter how often he asks. Adam is in Perth 2 days and nights before his return trip, so he spends them with me. We get a luxury apartment overlooking the ocean and the few hours he is not inside me; we go out for dinners and walks along the beach. He is insanely affectionate even in public and I feel in heaven. We are laying in bed the night before the train ride home and he is saying he wants to try to knock me up on the return trip. I look him in the eyes and say, “well if you did, then I’d be having twins”. He immediately smiles and says, “no way!”. “Yep” I said, “and it can only be yours”. That night we don’t have sex, we make love. It feels so different. He says, “well now we know it is definitely mine, maybe we can make the ride back to Sydney more interesting for you”. To be continued…

fuck. i'm almost coming just reading it. without touching my cock.