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**Rob is a 30 year old Hispanic man dressed in a wifebeater and some shorts. He stands 6 feet tall, has a muscular body from working out in the backyard. He has his head shaved, has a light dusting of chest hair the tunnels down to his happy trail. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed but neat. Under his boxers, he has a 3 inch flaccid uncut dick that grows up to a thick 8.5 inches that sticks straight out from his body. He is straight but an opportunist. He fucks guys and girls depending on what’s available when he is high.** Rob sat at his kitchen table hitting his water bong. He was weighing and breaking down product into 8 balls. He receives a text on his phone. It is one of his guys coming to reup. A knock at the door, followed by a sequence of knocks. Rob stands up as he knows it is one of his guys at the door. Rob opens the door for a nervous looking guy named Jose. **Jose is a 20 year old Hispanic young man with a twunk body. He has a slim body but is filled out with some muscle. He was definitely smaller than Rob as Jose only stood 5’8’’ with pale brown skin. He has shaggy dark brown hair that he whips constantly to get out of his eye site. Jose has a slightly noticeable happy trail but shaved smooth past the trail. He starts off with a 2 inch uncut dick that grows to a 7.5 with medium thickness; curves up slightly. He’s dressed in a button up short sleeve shirt with a wifebeater underneath with jeans. Jose is a virgin and hasn’t had any sexual experience.** Rob closes the door behind Jose and directs him to the living room couch. R: okay calm down man. You haven’t even started anything yet. Here calm down a bit. Rob goes to the kitchen table and picks up his water bong. He hands it to the worried looking man on his couch. Jose takes a big hit and holds it in. He blows it out and takes a second hit. He was visibly calmer after that. J: Sorry, I’ve just never done anything like this before. I’m cool now. R: How about something to drink? Rob disappears into the kitchen and returns with 2 Gatorades. He asks Jose which he would like red or blue? He chooses the blue and is handed the drink. Jose opens the drink and takes a big gulp. R: Hey not too fast. That has G in it. J: oh my bad. Its cool, I need something to help calm me down anyways. You don’t mind do you? Jose picks up the water bong again and finishes the bowl off before any answer could be given. Rob was upset that the man just finished off the bowl without a thought in the world. But cool heads prevail. R: It’s cool. I’m gonna go refill this. Rob walked up to the kitchen table and opened up a baggie with picked out a shard. He drops in the bowl. Rob melts the shard and takes a big hit. The passes the water bong to Jose. R: I’m gonna go take a piss. Do not run off. Do not touch any of my shit. If you do, I will find you and cut off your balls. And don’t break my water bong. Rob disappears down a hallway. He got to the toilet and pulls his dick out and starts a stream of golden piss. After the last drip, he shakes the tip and puts himself away in his shorts. He walks back to the living room and everything looks alright. Jose still sitting down on the couch like he never moved. He walks over to hit the bong and notices that the bowl is already depleted. R: WTF man, again? J: Sorry I’m just nervous about keystering those baggies for you tomorrow. I’ve never done anything like that before. Rob picked up the water bong again and walked over to the kitchen. As he is cursing up a storm in his head and refilling the bowl, an idea takes shape in his head. R: (internal) this asshole owes me money and still has the balls to come over, chill, and smoke up my shit. Maybe it’s time to pay the tax man. An evil smirk grew on his face. With his back to Jose he starts talking. R: We could always do a dry run now so you will know what to expect and how it feels. Rob puts his game face back on and turns around to face Jose. He handed the water bong over to him and says go ahead. Calm your head. Jose melted the shard and hit the bong, blowing out a huge cloud. J: You don’t mind helping me. It would really calm me down. R: oh I don’t mind. You should know how it feels so you can get comfortable with it. Go jump in my shower and clean out. My stuff always stays clean until delivery. There is an enema under the sink. J: Wow, thanks man. I’ll be real quick. Rob walked Jose over to the bathroom and showed him the shower. Jose started to throw off his clothes and was oblivious to Rob just standing there, watching the twunk undress. Jose dropped down his boxers and turned around to ask where there the enema was again. Rob just stared at the man’s round ass and started to salivate. R: (internal) I guess the G started kicking in. Rob closed the door behind him and lets the man have shower time. He put away his merchandize and scale. He walked down to his bedroom and started to set up. He dropped his shorts and pulled off his wifebeater, leaving him in only his boxers. He pulled out a tin from his drawer. Inside is some lube premixed with T, condoms with pin holes in the tip, and a vial with his personal supply of A grade T. He finished off the bowl of the water bong and refills in the top tier stuff. He took one hit and was satisfied. Jose walked into the room wearing only his towel. Rob hands him the water bong and Jose grips it with both hands. His towel dropped and Jose was oblivious to being naked in front of the other man. Jose takes a big hit of this new stuff and blows it out. His teeth start to chatter in his mouth. J: oh wow, that’s fucking good. Ever the over indulger, Jose took another hit and then offered it back to Rob. R: just set it down there on the dresser. Now come over here and sit next to me. Okay, good. Now that you are cleaned out, I will start to penetrate you with my finger and work up to baggies. Oh, and I didn’t have the balloons yet so I’ll use a condom with some T inside instead but should be the same experience. Now come bend over the edge of my bed. Jose walked over and bent over for the alpha male. Rob starred down at the price directly in front of him willingly. Rob brought the tin over. Rob squeezed some laced lube on his finger tip and pushed his finger up into the stupid twunk. A mild whimper escaped Jose. The finger met with a little resistance but luckily the enema tip had opened him up a bit to invading objects. Rob used his finger to find the man’s prostate and made Jose moan very low. Rob pretended not to hear it so as to not embarrass him too early. Rob added another finger and slowly fucking him with his index and pointer fingers. J: oh man, it kinda burns. Is that normal? R: yeah, that is totally normal. The burning will go away as you get used to the object inside you. It’s your hole stretching to accommodate my fingers. It will pass and start to feel really good. Rob picked up a shard and placed it between his fingers and reinserted them into the twunks hole. Again the burning caused Jose to gripe a bit but once the T melted he began moaning. Rob pulled out his fingers and picked up the bong and took another hit. He offered it to Jose and both let out a cloud. Rob went back to his box as Jose snuck another hit. Rob placed 2 other shards in between his 2 fingers but this time covered a by a condom. The condom covered his entire hand with the 2 fingers at the tip of the condom. One of the shards was piercing the premade hole in the condom ever so slightly. R: ok we’re gonna try a baggie. Get ready bitch. Rob pushed Jose stomach flat on the bed and used his legs to spread Jose’s legs, leaving his hole wide open. A bit more lube placed on his hole and threw some T powder on the fingered condom. Rob pushed his fingers back into the man’s hole. Once inside, the 2 fingers snapped up the shards and pushed them through the tip of the condom into the deep end of the man’s ass. J: Ahh, its burning R: Don’t be a fucking bitch. Just get used to it. Once both shards had been crushed and pushed through, Rob pulled his fingers out and pealed off the condom and threw it aside. His fingers returned to the man’s hole and Jose moaned out with relief. As Rob finger fucked him, Jose was starting to moan like a good little whore. This made Rob get hard and made his dick bounce just thinking of how tight this man will be around his dick. J: oh yeah, keep them in. the fingers feel amazing. Rob moved his fingers inside the man and made him squeal in delight. R: Do you feel good? Yeah? Want to feel even better? Get up and turn around to me. Jose turned around and was hard as can be. His 7.5 uncut cock turned up at the tip. Rob thought to himself (internal) Damn, precumming already and no Tina dick. That’s real good. R: Good boy. Now take this bong and take the biggest hit you can and blow it on my dick. Rob drops his boxers off and kicks the underwear aside. The straight Jose was lost in the moment and not thinking. He processed really slow. Big hit…blow on his dick… Like so many straight men that are addicted to Tina, he was not stranger to sucking a dick once and a while to get what he needed. But he usually just stayed on the tip of the dick until they came. He starred right down at the 8.5 thick dick in front on him and he hoped that was how this was going to go. R: Go ahead and take a big one and blow it on my big one, stupid fuck. Jose told himself (internal) fuck it! He when down to his knees, grabbed the bong and took the biggest hit of the night and placed his mouth on Rob’s dick. Once his mouth opened, Rob pushed the entire head into Jose’s mouth. Smoke came out of the corner of his mouth. The dick was almost too thick to put in his mouth. This did not stop Rob from pushing it down his throat. Jose felt like he couldn’t breathe with the fucking in his mouth cutting off his air. As if he knew, Rob pulled out of Jose’s mouth R: Again. J: oh this is fun but it’s getting a little too gay for me. R: Again. I’m not gonna tell you a third time. Rob starred right into the Jose’s brown eyes so he knew he meant business. Rob’s eyes were jet black and filled with lust. Jose took another big hit and returned his mouth to Rob’s dick. Again Rob pushed his dick even further into the throat. Smoke came out of Jose’s nose. Rob pulls out. R: Go ahead and take another. Jose immediately took the hit but was pushed away when he tried to put his mouth back on Rob’s cock. R: Okay, so this is how we can go about this you asshole. 1. You can drink the rest of your Gatorade, close your eyes and wake up sore assed and still owe me my money. 2. You can get a bit higher and take my dick. Every inch you take I’ll forgive $50 of the money you owe me. You leave here a straight man that was tricked. Or 3. You can get even higher on my good stuff, take my cum like a good gay boy, and if YOU cum for me while getting fucked, you get invited back to work off more debt. So what is your decision? J: Help me get higher and I’ll let you fill me up with your cum and work off my debt but I don’t think I can cum. R: leave that to me gay boy. Assume the position and take your hits. J: Hey, I’m bi; not a gay boy. I don’t bottom. R: That hard dick says otherwise. Now turn around and show me that nice ass of yours. Jose turns around and bends over at the edge of the bed and spreads his legs. Rob gets behind Jose and grips his left ass cheek with his left hand and jerked his dark brown dick with his right hand. Rob starred at his prize. He starred at the tan lines the young buck had on his light brown body. From just above where his ass started to curve down to halfway past his thighs was a lighter shade of brown. It was almost comparatively white against his dark brown skin of his hand. (Smack) Jose jumps a bit as Rob pulls his hand away from the smooth ass with a hand print on one side. Rob stands up right behind Jose and moves forward until the tip of his dick touched the quivering hole. He did not advance but let the tip just sit there touching the hole. Jose started looking back at Rob starting to get scared. R: I told you to continue hitting the bong. (smack) Now both butt cheeks had a hand print. J: Ah, ok. Yes, sir. R: That’s right bitch. Flickering of the lighter told Rob that Jose was indeed hitting the bong once again. R: ok, now take another big hit and release it when I signal you to. J: what’s the signal? R: oh, you’ll know. Flicker, flicker, bubbling sounds. Rob went down to his knees behind the bottom and started licking his hole. Jose almost choked on his smoke and let it out with a moan. Rob was going to town eating that ass. It wasn’t long before he had his whole tongue going in and out of the wet hole. Once Jose finished the bowl, he handed the water bong back to Rob. R: Still finishing my shit I see. That’s okay. Today you earn it. Rob stood back up and got right behind Jose and grinded his dick against the smooth crack. J: I don’t know about this? Can I still get the Gatorade and black out? R: oh no baby. That ship has sailed. You can have a little bit but you are gonna work off your credit tonight. Tonight you will beg for my cum like the little gay whore you are becoming. Rob placed his head right at the entrance to the hole. J: I’ve never done this before. Please don’t make me do this. I’m not a bottom man. R: Not anymore! Rob shifted his weight forward and his tip popped into the tight virgin hole. Jose tried to buck to get away but Rob used his weight and strength to hold the fucker in place. Letting gravity pull him down into the bottom, slowly, he took an inch. Then another inch sank into the him. Jose was howling at Rob to “stop” and “take it out”, only to be answered with “just get used to it bitch”. At halfway into the tight ass, Rob stopped and went forward to speak to Jose’s ear. R: It all good. You’re almost there. You are half way. If I round up for being such a good sport about this, that’s $250 bucks you just got violated for. You ready for more? Rob pulls his dick almost all the way out and then slowly pushes back to his previous position. His dick hits resistance at the halfway mark again. Rob pulls almost all out again and slams it back in. He gets 2 more inches into the tight hole. Jose has tears in his eyes but does not cry out loud, not wanting to give his host the satisfaction. He had stopped pleading with this man that was in total control. Once again Rob is at Jose’s ear. R: you’re doing great. I’m almost all the way in. Jose’s hole gripped the length of Rob’s dick like a glove. It lets loose its grip and the invading dick takes the opportunity to push again. Jose gives a yelp. Rob bottoms out. Jose feels Rob’s balls against his skin. He cannot believe that he has that monster dick in him. He thought it would never fit. He reaches underneath himself and finds his dick. He is horrified to feel his full length hard and leaking precum. Rob reaches under the new bottom and feels his hard dick too. Still at Jose’s ear, he chuckles. R: Damn. You must be a natural to be that hard still with all that T. Relax, it doesn’t have to be unenjoyable for you. I like my bitches to cum when I fuck them. Jose’s dick throbbed at the little pep talk. Rob’s torso is now against Jose’s back. He pulls out and pushes back in. He slowly long dicks the new bottom. Rob starts to nibble at his Jose’s earlobe as he slow fucks his new bitch. This only makes Jose’s dick bounce with every nibble. Rob worked up a good sweat fucking and pulls all the way out. Jose moans as he feels so empty without the big dick in his hole. Rob just walks off and returns with a towel in one hand and the blue Gatorade in the other. Jose turns around and finally faces his new owner. He knew that he was now his property. He was the alpha. He was transfixed with Rob’s naked body. His muscles, his barely noticeable tan line from wearing tank undershirts. Then his spun mind took over even more and could not look away from his dick. It was standing straight out and him, pointing out the new bottom. Rob noticed the man’s gaze and chuckled to himself. R: I see that I’ve created a good little bitch that knows what he wants. He finished toweling off and throws the towel at Jose. After using the towel, it is thrown aside. Rob took a drink of the Gatorade and then throws it over to the his new play toy. Jose takes a gulp and another before throwing it back at Rob. R: hand me the bong. (received the bong.) Thanks. Rob refills the bowel with his top grade T again. He melts and hits is. Then hits it a second time. He hands it over to Jose. R: Here, you’ve earned it. My dick is not easy to take and you did it so fast. I thought I was gonna be here all night getting into that virgin hole. Well, not so virgin anymore. You’re doing great. Jose was once again transfixed on the hard dick in front of him. He hit the bong once, twice, and a third time. Each time Rob walking over a bit more. At the fourth hit, he knew what to do. He took a huge hit and leaned forward and blew it on the monster dick. This time more of the dick got in his mouth and down his throat. Rob tried to bottom out in his mouth but to no avail. So close he thought. Jose pulled off and takes another hit and blows on the brown meat. Rob pulled Jose up so they are standing face to face with their dicks grinding on each other. Rob took a big hit and pulled Jose into a kiss and shotguns his cloud to him. Lost in the moment, Jose started making out with his controller. Rob put his hands on the bottom’s chest and touches his pecks. He lingered his touch on the nipples and flicked them. This makes Jose moan. After a second shotgun, Rob pushed his bottom down on the bed. He lifted Jose’s legs up with one hand and puts his thumb into the bottoms hole. His thumb sinks in like a knife into butter. He bended down and spits on the hole. He lined his dick up with the hole and pushed right in past any resistance the hole was giving. Jose felt Robs balls on his taint and knew he was in balls deep. Rob slow fucked the light brown skinned man while holding his ankles with his left hand and jerked off the bottom. J: I’m close to cumming. Gawd, this feels so good. R: Not yet you aren’t. Rob released the ankles and placed the bottoms legs on his shoulders. He lifts his knee up on the bed so he can slam into the hole at an angle. This new angled thrusting pushed Jose off the edge and sends his dick into a twitching frenzy. Three spurts of cum shoot out of the twitching dick and the some cum just dribbled out, running down the side of his slightly curved dick. Rob used 2 fingers to scoop up the warm cum off the bottoms chest. He pulled his dick out and smeared the thick cum on the tip and down the topside. He pushed back into the bottom using his own cum as lube R: See told you you were gay. Just gay enough to cum for me. My turn. He returned to the same angle and fucked, harder this time. The sound of his balls slapping against the man’s ass echoed through the room. Without warning he pulled out and throws the bottom further up on the bed and turned him around. He pushed Jose head down ass up and got behind him. He spread the smooth legs apart until the hole is down to the right height. He thrusted in and out increasing in speed. After what seemed like an hour, Rob gripped the hips of the man in front of him and pushed in as far as he could go. Streams of cum shot inside Jose. He could feel the liquid coating his insides. Rob told Jose to stay put and pulled out. He walked over to his dresser and came back. Still somewhat hard, he pushed back into Jose. J: I thought we were done now. Jose started to feel warm inside. This was an unfamiliar feeling. It was kinda like cum but warmer. R: yeah, take my chem piss. Now you get really spun. I’m gonna pull out but you clinch down with your hole. … Now Rob pulled his dick out and replaced it readily with a butt plug. With the plug firmly in place, he got off the bed and looked down at his conquest. Jose turned over and faced the man that just fucked him. All that he could think about is how warm his insides felt, the tingling in his balls, and the twitchy emptiness of his hole. He starred up and met the gaze of Rob. R: oh yeah, look at those solid black eyes. You are really fucked up now. Rest up, if you can. (chuckles) Rob turned on some porn on this big screen tv on the wall. He sees Jose take notice of the porn and how mesmerized he became by the action on the screen. He watched how Jose was instinctively playing with himself and starting to get hard again. R: A natural. A fucking natural. You don’t mind if I call a friend over do you? Okay? Jerk your dick if you say yes. (chuckle) okay yes, it is. Rob walks over to his dresser and picks up his phone. He opens up a hookup site and places an add for "a newly bred straight man looking for all the cum he can get up his sweat little hole. ParTy Time." R: Hey sweet cheeks. You earned $500 to pay off your credit. I honestly thought you'd bitch out on me. But it’s gonna cost you to keep this party going. You don’t mind if you work that ass for more favs. It’s top shelf stuff. (chuckles) Jerk your dick and nod your head for yes. Jose is lost in a haze. The porn in front of him is taking almost all his attention. He hears Rob far away. He wants more favs and he just made some money. Sure he thought, more please! Jose licked his lips and continued to jerk his dick, watching the porn. He managed to nod his head yes before returning his attention back to he porn. R: okay great bitch. Haha, you cant even hear me right now you are so in the zone. I feel kinda bad because you were not prepared for the good stuff I brought out. You got pretty fucked up. You are gonna get even more fucked up.

I found the address easily enough then sat in my car feeling horrendously nervous, so nervous I was physically shaking with fear, apprehension and excitement. I had nearly turned the car round and headed home a few times but, I knew deep down this was what I wanted, needed and that it was my destiny. The instructions were simple. 'The party is for poz tops and neg bottoms. The purpose is to spread 'The gift' I trust that your status falls into one of these two groups. I also trust that no-one is taking prep or any other oral precaution. Furthermore, it goes without saying that condoms are strictly prohibited. Do not bring any valuables with you as there is no safe place to secure them. When you arrive at the apartment door it will be unlocked. Enter and make sure it's closed behind you. Remove all clothing and place in one of the bin bags. If your a poz top breeder take a red wrist band. If your neg for breeding take a green wrist band. Then enter through the inner door. Lastly, I hope you all have a very productive and enjoyable experience. I will be attending but incognito' So, I stood naked inside the front door wearing my green wrist band. I was still nervous but more excited than apprehensive now. My cock was dripping precum but still flaccid due to my nervousness and my hole felt sensitive and ready for what I expected to be subjected to. I was at the point of no return. I opened the inner door and entered. There was very little light inside the apartment but, I noticed my green wrist band was still just about visible. The windows must have been covered with something to block, as far as possible, the lights of the city. I could see people, or at least the shapes of people. I would say there were at least a dozen guys in the main room. I could make out a couple of guys on their knees sucking cock and a two guys on the floor. One kneeling and another behind with a red wrist band rimming his hole. I saw the one behind lift his head and insert a finger into his hole and quickly push it in and out a number of times before rimming him again. One of the guys who had been sucking cock stood and the other guy turned him around and began fingering his arse. It was then a tall man, well over 6ft approached me. He was wearing a green band and, now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I could see disappointment in his eyes as he swa the band I was wearing. Even so, he cupped my balls in his hand and moved to kiss me. His mouth was soft and his lips wet. As we kissed the door from which I'd just entered opened. A tall skinny guy entered. His face was gaunt and his ribs were clearly visible through taught flesh. His cock was already hard, pointing out from his body and upward. He was wearing red. The guy I was with immediately lost interest in me, turning toward the new arrival who took the few steps between us. He looked at us and smilled "Ah, fresh meat" My companion reached forward and placed a hand around the newcomers hard pulsating member. At that exact moment I felt a hand cup my left arse cheek. I turned and saw an older black man. Probably in his late 50s with a grey goatee and shaven head. He was fairly well built too, a type I'd always found attractive. I turned and he took my left hand, showing green, in his right hand which had a red plastic band around its wrist. He pulled me close to him and I could feel his cock, hard, between us. "You come for some seed boy. Want to fornicate with a big fertile black man who will fertilise you, impregnate you. Is that what you want" My knees went week and blood rushed from my head to my hole and my cock. I actually felt faint and thought for a second I was unable.to stand. Luckily he was holding me tight. All I could do was nod and mumble "Yes" He kept hold of my hand and lead me to a small bedroom off to the side of the main room. There was a guy fucking another over the end of the bed. The guy being fucked was snivelling asking the top to stop as it was too painful. My guy pushed me down on my knees and offered his cock to my mouth which I greedily took inside. He was big, maybe 9 or 10 inches and thick. He tasted great. "I fucked another guy just now but didn't cum. You can taste his arse on my cock" It was a statement rather than a question. Whatever, I lived the taste and the smell. I looked up at his body and into his eyes. I thought, I want this guy to be the one who breeds me positive and to carry his seed. I cradled his his heavy balls as I sucked his member. By the weight they must be full of his poz sperm. As if he could read my thoughts he said "I haven't cum for five days so I have a big load and I'm going to fill your guts with it. Going to make you pregnant" With that he lifted me under my arms and pushed me back on the bed just as the guy on the end of the bed orgasmed into the other guys arse who was saying "oh god oh god you've really done it, oh god" My partner lifted my legs onto his shoulders and I could immediately feel the tip of his poz cock at the entrance to my neg hole. My hole seemed to realise what was about to happen and opened slightly to let him enter. Without any lubricant he pushed himself into me, past my sphincter and into my guts. It was painful. My body wasn't used to anyone with his girth. I feel his stretching my hole deep inside. I could envisage his cock tearing at the soft flesh, creating small fissures that would increase the liklihood of a successful insemination. He began to fuck faster now. He smelt wonderful. Testosterone sweat dripped off his head and body onto mine. Occasionally he would find my mouth with his and explore mine with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped and breathlessly to me to turn over. I did as I was told. Then as he pushed his cock hard inside me he grabbed both my wrists a pushed my arms up behind my back. "No escape now, daddies going to knock you up" His thrusts became even more intense. This was what I'd wanted, dreamed of fantasised about for years and it was finally happening. I was completely surrendering my body, my life to this man and his seed. He fucked me for at least another ten minutes, hard and fast. His cock like a giant piston at full RPM. Suddenly he said "I'm going to cum in you now, you ready for my load" "Yes please poz me, fuck me up, infect me" At that moment with one final thrust he ejaculated deep inside me. Rope after rope of his thick fertile poz seed was pumped into me. I can still remember exactly how it felt, that moment that changed my life.

Four years ago I had traveled to my favorite Mexican beach by myself. This romantic story starts there. I had been married to my husband for about 10 years by then. This coupling was far from romantic for me. Not the case for him, but that’s another story. Even though I had misgivings I went ahead with the wedding and marriage. I was in my late 50’s and figured he might be the best I could do. We had shared values, similar friends and got along fairly well despite his being a fire sign to my water. This created a lot of steam for me, but unfortunately never as sexual chemistry. A few years before the above mentioned solo trip to Mexico he had unenthusiastically agreed to opening our relationship so I could get my sexual needs met. I had learned that one of the clerks at the clothing store in front of our hotel gave messages on the side. I was very intrigued learning he had given one to an acquaintance which had culminated with a ‘happy ending’. I screwed up my courage and approached this clerk to book a message. He wondered who it was for and seemed shocked when I told him it was for me. He got over this quickly and we set a time for the next day. I suspect he was in his late twenties to my mid sixties. I’m fairly fit, a bit bearish and have been conistantly told I have a handsome face. He was a cute smooth Mexican with just the slightest remnant of baby fat on his otherwise fit body. On the way to his room had told me how much he loved his work. Once his hands went to work on my naked body this statement proved true with no words needed. He was soon out of his baggy shorts and his semi cock was placed where my hand could pleasure him as he expertly deeply worked my muscles. When it came to the hand job happy ending he was amazed that a man of my age shot such a volcano of cum. After I showered we each jerked off watching each other with delight. I gave him a generous tip. A year later I would bump into him on the naked beach. He had buffed up a bit, added a couple tasteful tattoos and he was clearly with a boyfriend that he was deeply enamoured with. I was both happy for him and disappointed for me. He made it clear that he remembered me and told me which resort he was now the masseur at. As tempting as it was I did not book an appointment. Fast forward to this winter. The first time I saw him was on the naked beach. He was preoccupied with picking up after his dog. He clearly kept up his gym routine, added more tasteful tattoos and adopted a mod haircut. I almost didn't recognize him and didn’t interrupt. My next sighting was at night on the street. My husband and a straight couple were at a table in front of an excellent fish barbeque restaurant. He walked past with his dog, but this time saw me and greeted me from a distance with a huge smile. Of course I smiled back and hoped I would be alone the next time we bumped into each other. I got my wish. He came up and joined me as I was having a morning coffee in front of my favorite coffee shop. We had a pleasant chat about his dog, our lives, and our work. I learned he was now single, had left his position at the hotel, and now combined message with his gay escorting business. This news was delivered with a wink! I was only wearing a sarong and worried that my hardening cock would make a fool out of me in this public setting. I lowered my voice and asked if he had any openings in the next few days. “I could fit you in tomorrow.” His usual smile, now muscle bulked body, darkly tanned skin and tattoos were a huge turn on. “How much, for an old guy like me?” “That all depends on what services you want. Do you want a simple hand job like last time, or might you want more?” Again, with his seductive wink. “More.” I shyly responded. “Do you want to top or bottom?” he casually asked. “Bottom.” I owned. “Great. I’d love to fuck you silver daddy!” I had to move my hands to cover my rock hard boner. “What about your safety practices?” I asked. “Anything goes.” He didn’t hesitate for even a split second. “So how much for you to bareback and breed me?” “1500 pesos. And believe me, once I’m in you I couldn’t pull out ‘til I load you up.” I was afraid I would shoot my wad right then and there. The next afternoon he met me naked when I arrived at his door. I was soon naked and receiving his expert message. It was as expert as usual. However, this time his hard cock was in my hand much sooner. The message of my butt cheeks now included deep penetrative fingers working oil into my hole. His full body message of my back with his bare chest progressed to his 6.5 inch raw errection continuing the job of his fingers. I knew I had died and gone to heaven. “Is this ok daddy?” he asked even though he knew the answer. “Absofuckenlutely!” my enthusiastic response. He didn’t need any more encouragement and gave me the greatest pounding of my life. After twenty minutes he sent shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear, “I’m very close. I don’t need to ask where you want my load do I?” I just nodded. To my surprise he pulled out, hopped off the table, tuned me over pulling my prone ass to the bottom of the table, mounted a foot stool and plunged his raw cock back into me. Smiling and winking he was soon blasting away deep inside me. I was now in an ecstatic place beyond heaven. I had a shower and paid him his 1500 pesos with a 500-peso tip. He tried to decline the tip, but I insisted. I didn’t see him for the next four days. Then he was at the same coffee shop when I arrived. He was not alone. In fact I could overhear him giving his sales pitch to a very fit mid-fifties gym bunny type. As they left he winked at me and I knew his new customer was in for a very good time indeed.

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Sorry for taking so long Matt called me to ask if I Could host another Daddy Breeding Party, but this time I was going to be the only daddy and they were bringing a new friend over to convert. He wanted to do a daddy, but the boys wanted to bang him. They thought I could loosen him and they would take turns on him. How the fuck could I say, “NO” to that! We planned another Saturday afternoon at my place. Soon, I had 4 hunky college athletes at my door, Matt, Adam, Dave and a new kid a black boy named Jamal, were all eagerly waiting to come in and get down to business. As each one came in the door they all kissed me on the mouth with an exploring tongue quite the departure from the first time they were at my home many months before. I could tell Jamal was uneasy, but was ready to play with my daddy butt. I, almost, wished I could have him alone and convert him myself, but I could see why my 3 disciples wanted to be there when I got a glimpse of his heavy cock. It was nearly 9” long and thick. All of them took a seat in my living room. I fixed them all a drink and one by one I served them, They each took a turn poking and prodding my cock and ass, and by the time I got to Jamal. I was rock hard, and he could tell. Matt ordered me to strip and pull his cock out of his shorts. I gladly did. By the time, I had his hard cock in my mouth. Adam was rimming my ass and Dave and Jamal were stroking each other to their personal porn scene, but it soon delved into me sucking all three of them. I sucked Jamal the most as that was the plan. I spun him around and rimmed his hole. He let out an appreciative and very slutty moan. This was going to be a piece of cake I thought. This black boy was going to take all 4 of our cocks before the night was over. Jason and Dave had paired off on the couch as Jason was feeding Dave his cock. Adam spit on his cock and my hole and was pushing his death rod into my tainted hole. I fingered Jamal’s for now negative fuck chute. I ate his refreshingly clean hole. He ran his fingers through my short dad hair. I finger fucked him as I tongued his virgin negative hole making sure to make him bleed a little. I swallowed his thick cock down my throat while I jammed 3 fingers into his eager cunt. HE breathlessly asked me to fuck him. I would breed and make him just like the others, which made them all turn their heads. I winked at them all. He guided my spit-lubed cock into his unfucked hole. I put him onto my ottoman, hung his legs on my shoulders and eased my cock into his ass. I slowly sank my dick of death into him. HE was breathing hard as I invaded his bottom. His cock got even harder. When I hit bottom I let him get accustomed to my dick in his ass. Adam had joined Jason and was dp’ing Dave against his desire, but he was taking both of their cocks like a faggot porn star. Jamal staired straight through me as I slowly picked up my pace and fucked his cunt. Soon, I was jackhammering him and then slowing down as I wanted to edge to make myself last longer. I had quite the cock froth around his hole. Dave was whimpering as both JAson and Adam continued to double-breed his hole. HE laid helpless almost lifeless between them with just a glint of pleasure in his eyes. Jason and Adam simultaneously unloaded into Dave’s stretched out hole just as I was breeding Jamal’s unprotected cunt. We all dismounted our sluts for a moment kissing our way off the used soul of the body near us. The five of us laid there leaking some cum from one hole or another. Jamal spoke first explaining that he needed that, but he want to fuck me next. I agreed and slowly began to stroke his balls and cock back to life. Jamal licked my pole clean as I did the same for Jason. I had the idea that I wanted Jamal and Jason to DP me this time around if Jamal was up for it. I grabbed some poppers and took a huge hit while I alternated sucking Jamal and Jason. I could still taste Dave on Jason. Adam was rimming Dave back to life getting cum all over my couch. I had Jamal lie on his back and had Jason lay with their cocks together. Their cocks were pretty evenly matched with Jamal beating Jason by a head. I took a huge hit of poppers, and dropped my ass down onto their cocks. I could feel my ass resist the double invasion, but another hit of poppers It gave way and I sank upon their meat missiles. Jamal gasped when “I hit bottom and so did I for that matter. I was so full of cock. I asked Adam to leave Dave alone for a moment so he could feed me his cock so I could be airtight. I had three young mens cocks in me. I was so full of cock. I would not have stopped if my own mother walked in, I sucked Dave’s cock like I was trying to suck start a car, and I bounced on the two other cocks like a piston. My ass was going to be so gaped when we were done. I did not care. I could take a few days off from getting railed after being used like a slut here today. Jamal let loose first followed quickly by Jason. Both flooded my ass with cum while Dave fed me his load. We all fell about the place exhausted. We laid naked, leaking cum onto my furniture. I was on the floor with Jamal’s thick black cock within reach. I reached for it and slowly jacked him back to life. I wanted another untainted load from his balls before he left and converted. I crawled to his cock and sucked his thick meat to life. I got up on my haunches and lowered me well-fucked poz hole onto his glistening coal colored cock. Everyone watched as his dark dick disappeared into my lily white ass. They got off on the contrast. He had cum several times that afternoon so I knew he would last longer than before, but I just kept on riding his black cock like it was a pony. I was loose after just taken two cocks, but I could still feel his thick cock in my fuck chute. I could feel his cock expand and explode for another volley of hot cum in my ass. I sank down all the way to his balls. I could feel his cock convulse with each volley of cum in my cunt. HE must have had 10 convulsions before he stopped. I looked around the room and they all were in a daisy chain sucking the next one’s cock. It was one of the hottest scenes I had ever seen. More to Cum If you like what you read let me know I love to chat and skype Joey

By now my web had grown to 3, young-bodied, vers, poz athletes on one campus. I turned my eye onto the staff of both schools. I found some young professors who were interested in some group action with young men, but needed their respective campus. I had arranged a middle-aged prof, Jason, who had been wanting to bottom for a “son” for a long time. I was never interested in him, but we were always able to draw in prey together. But, that was in another life, before I pozzed. He never found out why I quit calling him. He, however, was over the moon to find out that I had 3 young athletic “sons” willing to breed some daddy asses if he knew of any willing to be at my house Saturday morning at 11. He had one more willing bottom Paul, who was married in his mid-40’s like Jason. They both just like cock a little more than their wives pussy. So, Saturday rolled around and I invited the boys over for a Daddy Breeding Party. I told the boys it was all good. All of the boys had tested positive, but i I assured them it was all good. Matt, Adam and Dave, Adam’s roommate, were all that Jason and Paul had hoped for, but little did they know of their positive outlook on life. The “Boys” as we came to call them ordered us to strip. We did. Jason was 42, married, 6’2, 190lbs, with a 5inch cock…Matt picked him and Jason wass thrilled to be drilled soon by Matt’s nearly 8inch dick. Jason was kneeling in front of Matt pulling out his thick cock and was soon bobbing his head up and down on the lad’s rod. Paul was being lorded over by Adam and his large rod just by the edge of the couch. Paul was 6 foot, 220, wrestler looking dude with tiny cock of 4.5”. Leaving me with Dave, Dave had a 7” stick that was as thick as a red bull can which looked odd on his twink frame. I don’t bottom often but when i do it’s for hung twinks. I had this boy sucking my large cock and fingering my daddy cunt. The 6 of us were in my living room with the shades drawn kissing, groping and slowly undressing each other. Jason was first to pull Matt’s 8” python out of his shorts with a loud exclamation he gobbled it down his throat. Matt stood over Jason like a proud son as his daddy sucked his massive cock. Matt urged him to suck his loaded tainted cock. Which Jason paid no heed to and slurped his way down to Matt’s poz fill nuts. Adam was still making out with Paul while he fingered Paul’s eager ass. Adam had two thick fingers in Paul’s slutty pussy by the time Adam was down there rimming Paul into an assgasm. Paul was begging for Adam’s rigid monster cock. Dave had my legs up in the air with his mouth on my anal ring with his tongue deep in my fuck chute. HE had me begging for his cock. It was hard to believe that just a short time ago. I pozzed two of these boys and in a few months time they have really come out of their shell. It made me wonder what all they have been up to. Oh, yes, the Outbreak on Campus at both schools. They must have just thought they had bad colds, but I knew better. They must have had some wild times in those few months. I begged Dave to fuck me as Jason and Paul were begging Matt and Adam to fuck them as well. We, three dads, finished getting completely naked and got on our knees along the front of the couch. I had taken the precaution of laying out some yoga mats and thick blankets to protect our elbows and knees. One by one the boys lubed up their sizeable cocks and aimed them at their daddy cunts. Matt slowly sank his cock into Jason. I could hear Jason beg him to fill him with his cock, but go slow as well. I heard Matt let out a sigh of relief when he hit bottom and his trimmed bush was nestled up on Jason’s ass, Adam did not go so easy on Paul. He slid his greased pole into Paul’s pussy in one motion taking the daddy’s breath away. Paul swore under his breath, but let out a loud refreshing breath when Adam stopped when hh all the way in. I lined Dave’s cock with my eager ass and before he knew what I was doing I was easing back onto his cock. He met me halfway. I let out a “fuck yeah, breed me boy”! When his cock hit my g-spot. Soon the sound of slapping flesh filled the room. As each boy drilled his daddy. Those boys had staying power as they power fucked each of us. They even switched by rotating over one ever few minutes till each dad had a cock full of each poz son. When the rotation ended and each dad had a ride on each boy that is when each boy fucked us hard. We had all moved to our backs and with our legs spread wide each lad jammed his tainted cock deep into us. I knew what was about to happen to Jason and Paul. They thought they were just getting bred by some hot oversized teenage college athlete cock, but I knew all three were vipers about to sting us. Well, not me, but I was about to get a recharge from a hot young venomous stud. Dave came in me first. I could feel his cock throb as it unleashed his torrent of deadly jizz into my willing ass. He lunged forward and locked his lips to mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. He shut 5 or 6 thick volleys of tainted cum into my womb as my cock exploded between our bodies leaving us a cummy mess that he licked as he disengaged from my cunt. Matt plowed Jason full of his toxic jizz. He slammed his thick member deep into Jason’s ass. I watched as Matt’s butt cheeks clenched as each thick load of cum creamed the inside of Jason’s negative ass walls. Jason pulled Matt to him and they met in the middle as Jason’s cock erupted covering them both in cum. Their tongues swirled, licking the spent load off the other’s body. Adam with his huge cock filled Paul with his lethal seed as he held Paul’s legs wide. He power drilled his daddy with deadly force with what seemed like 8 torrents of poz jizz into the bottom daddies ass. Paul erupted with a shot of cum that nearly flew 3 feet in the air. An orgasm with such force I had never seen before out of a mortal (non-porn) man. It landed on Adam, but Paul eagerly cleaned it off. We all collapsed in a pile in the middle of the living room I could feel Dave’s cum begin to leak from my well fucked bottom. When I felt a mouth on my ass it was Paul attempting to rim me. I got the idea to pull Jason over and the three of us made a daisy chain eating the tainted load out of the other's ass. By the end of afternoon, each daddy got a tainted load from each of the teenage college athlete sons. Jason and Paul never suspected it was my little Daddy Breeding Party that pozzed within a year they were both divorced and living as a breeding couple. As far as Matt, Adam and Dave…I created 3 stealthing monsters Joey I love feedback, hot chat, skype and getting off Hit me up

This Straight athlete from the nearby Christian College went out with his friends hoping to get laid, but got frustrated instead by the uptight Christian girls looking for the MRS degrees. He wanted to come over. We had been talking awhile. He had been curious since he was younger and he jacked off with an older dude in the gym shower. So, I convinced him to ditch his buddies and come over to my place and finally take the next step. So I left the door open for him to just walk in, get naked and get in bed ass up. I started with burying my tongue into that firm ass. I rimmed that perfect ass till spit was dripping across his balls and down his dick. Mixing with the leaking pre cum. I stroked his slippery dick he cluing on it at times or I’d lick his balls. Back to that sweet virgin hole. He was pushing back to get my tongue deeper. Using his pre cum I got a finger all wet and slid it in his wet hole. He moaned and thrusted back. He was comfortable with one finger. So I added another finger as I lubed up a third and his cock was rock hard and taking it all. You want more. “Hmmmm” he replied. After playing with his hole and dick for nearly an hour I was rock hard. I put the head of my poz cock against his hole. Pulling his ass back I slowly watch him take my death cock. I was balls deep in his virgin ass. The first cock in that straight hole was my death stinger. He loved it. He was smashing back enjoying the feeling of his tight getting used. I was close to cumming, fucking that hole. Just as my cock swelled. Ready to poz that hole. He pulled forward and shot his big load all my bed. As I filled his hole with my poz cum. Pink cum dripped down his crack, slowly over his balls, making his shaft glisten with both our juices. I moved down and started sucking his still extra hard dick. Before long his balls tighten and he covered my tongue with a second huge load of the night. He rolled over and fell asleep in my bed, my poz load simmering in his hole. He woke up the next morning just in time to get a second load from me before getting dressed and off to class. While my two poz loads percolated in his freshly cherry popped ass. hope you liked this one as much as I did. I can't decide if this is a one off or do a short series...what do you all think? Joey

I would extend my stay with this isolated tribe an extra three months, I was so deeply captivated by their gentle generous spirits. The tremendous amount of uninhibited and deeply fulfilling sex was definitely another factor. Although I would have romps from time to time with other men in the tribe I lived with their king, and it was him who mostly dominated my body and consistently flooded my ass with his life generating sperm. If he could have gotten me pregnant, he would have many times over. He was a brilliant man and excellent teacher. He slowly and gradually taught me their language, and his capacity to learn and master English was astounding. He shared freely and taught me about all the intricacies of their sheltered culture. He even shared the secrets of how they protected themselves and kept themselves cut off from the outside world. Their deep spirituality and rituals had much to do with this. The one scout that patrolled the perimeters of their territory was a central and key player in their isolation strategy. On the rare occasion that he would come across an outside male he would dominate them with the ritual of fucking their faces and forcing them to drink his sperm. Unbeknownst to these men the fluids would travel to their brain and cause them to forget the location they had found the scout in the jungle. This is why it had taken many years of searching before the one guide I had used to happen upon the tribal scout. Even then the scout had observed these men many times over the years, but his mere proximity would veer their course away from him and the isolated community. When I asked why I had been treated differently I learned how I had been the first person ever to be brought into the isolated community and why. Legend was that if an outsider that had drunk the scouts sperm impregnated another with his sperm within proximity of the isolated village that impregnated individual would gain the power to find and infiltrate the tribe. Seeing my guide breed me, the tribal scout knew he must take action immediately. That is why he sexually dominated me and filled my ass with his magic sperm to control me so the tribe could determine if I was a threat or not. The first ritual of cum loads down my throat and up my ass was to flood me with the communal spiritual nature of the tribe. The months of my time with the King was their ongoing careful discernment of my intentions. The King assured me that each day they grew more confident that my intentions were honourable and not a threat to their ongoing isolation. Before I could return to my outside world life there would be one more spiritual ritual with their tribal shaman that I still had not met. Every one of my daily activities had been reported to the shaman. He had the power to asses this information and was growing more comfortable each day that I might be ready to be sent back to my regular life. Two weeks later the three naked king assistants entered the hut to watch the king breed me for the last time. Even before the kings magnificent cock was removed from my dripping ass my hands were bound behind my back and I was blindfolded. I spent the next three hours being led through the dense jungle. Finally, the blindfold was removed, and I stood before the entrance to a cave. The three-assistance vanished into thin air and only then did an elderly man supported by a walking stick and wearing only a loin cloth walk out of the cave. He didn’t speak a word but I knew without a doubt that he was inviting me inside. I followed him in and was astounded by the beauty of the inner cave. A beautifully appointed room surrounded an emerald central pool of water. I was certain I was now in the presence of the tribal shaman, and I knew I never wanted to leave such a spiritually grounded being. He dipped an ornately etched silver goblet into the pool and offered me a drink of the most refreshing delicious cocktail I had ever tasted. My entire body filled with a comforting warmth and my mind began to spin with the best high, beyond my experience or imagination. I was led to a king-size bed and invited to lie down. The elderly, no ancient, shaman removed his lion cloth, climbed between my legs and slid his now ridged raw 12-inch erection into my waiting ass. There was no discomfort whatsoever! It was like silk meeting silk. I have no idea how long this love making continued and I didn’t care, it could last the rest of my life as far as I was concerned. I began to notice a blush on the sage’s shoulders which grew darker and darker. Then I could see he grew younger and younger as if magically transforming by a reversed time machine. Every few seconds more and more of his former handsome beauty was restored and the vigor of his fucking increased. How I was not being destroyed by the power of his thrusts was beyond my understanding. By the time he was returned to his mid-twenties virility, stature and unbelievable good looks he began to climax deep within my being. I could feel the ambrosia of his life force flooding my guts, then stomach, working its way through my entire system until it encompassed an embraced my entire brain. It took a full ten minutes for both of us to regain our breath. I too had convulsed with the most intense orgasm. After he gently pulled out, he led me for a dip in the magic pool. Here my skin felt as if it was sparkling with cleansing electricity and he returned to his ancient body form. Once again we drank from the magic pool this time reclining in the most comfortable hanging chairs. Without words we had the most intense conversation. He was deeply curious about what I had seen and heard during my time with his community. He listened with such gentle attentiveness. He caringly negotiated with me the terms of my return to the outside world. He never forced his conditions patiently having us come to mutually agreed upon parameters. I was in 100 percent agreement before we shook hands in a gentleman’s agreement. The conditions? I would never write a paper about my anthropological finds, in fact I would emerge with total amnesia about my encounter with his isolated tribe. The only memories I would be taking back to the outside world would be a vague and satisfying memory of the magnificent sexual encounters; the memories I have written about here. I would even forget the deep and meaningful relationships I had developed, even that with their king. Every word of their vocabulary would disappear. Every connection of the sex to their deep spiritual rituals would be gone. After the handshake I was led back to the king-size bed and lovingly ravished once more. Once again, the revers time machine worked it’s magic on his ancient body. Once again, his precious liquids filled and claimed my body and mind. This time to the point I lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was naked, prone and hanging in the sling of one of my favorite bath houses back home. A stunning mid-forties bear was pulling his deflating thick naked cock out of my dripping ass hole. A group of 10 hunky men stood watching with lustful hunger in their eyes. As each of them took their turn fucking and breading me I had no recollection of what you have just read. Six months of my life had disappeared into complete amnesia. I couldn’t even remember my research project and all records of the funding or plans had totally disappeared. But I felt no remorse. In fact I had never felt more content, happy and fulfilled, a deep peace, meaning and purpose that would sustain me for the rest of my life. Oh, yeah, and my vigorous and active sex life never abated orabandoned me. It was as if I had magically been transformed into an enticing sexual magnet.

your wish is my command Hi, I am Ron. I am a 35 year old, POZ, I live near a small Christian college and another mid-sized university in Oklahoma. I take immense pleasure in turning out, breeding and knocking up undergrad male athletes from the local colleges. I pozzed when I was 23, but that is a story for another time. I put myself out there on all the sites. I don’t cover up my poz status, but I don’t advertise it either. I may say things like “pozitively fun” or “always looking for the pozitive”. I would say 1 out of ten catches it and asks about it, and more often than not that guy is a chaser. While I will still fuck him. It does take some of the fun out of it. This little tryst happened right after my “Christian Athlete” Matt, stopped over after that night of full blown pozzing about 4 weeks ago. You know you read that story and jerked off to it. I got back on Sniffies looking for a college jock sub2. I wanted a hung boy. I wanted him to be a super spreading versTop when we were done. I found a couple bi boys and chatted with them. They all wanted to come to me, all tops, most just wanted head, a few were open to little more, but I found one that was perfect. He was just looking for a blowjob and I was all too willing to give him one. He liked my dad bod, little did he know I was going to be knocking hing up with my poz babies Just as soon as he let me. We made arrangements for Friday night when the local Christian college drops their curfew for the weekend meaning he could stay out as late as he wanted. His name was Adam. He stood just over 6 foot tall, 8,5 inch cock, a fine fur covered his body with a true swimmer's build. He had a great head full of dark blond hair, but his cock was magnificent. I knew if I could convert him. He would breed hundreds. He was my next challenge. He darkened my door right on time at 8pm on Friday night. He came in. I offered him a beer. He chugged it obviously wanting to get down to business. I got on my knees and slowly slid his gym shorts down his thick muscular legs while sucking on his the knob of his cock through his jock. He moaned his approval, but urged me to go slow; he did not want to cum too fast. I asked if I could eat his ass. He thought for a moment and said that is all I was going to do to his ass. I agreed with no intention of keeping my word. I could tell he walked to my home from across campus, but that did not deter me from devouring his hole. I lapped at his hole, pushed my tongue passed his anal ring. I freed his cock from his jock and took turns licking his ass and sucking his oversized I soon had him begging for more. So I slipped a finger into his hole roughing it up a bit. I bobbed on his cock while I fingered his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and forced my mouth down on his cock. I did not want him to cum from my mouth. So, I backed off his thick cock, and I added a second finger to his ass. I could feel his ass open up for me. His eyes shot open and he mouthed “fuck me”. I made him repeat himself. He said it a little louder, “fuck me”. I spit on my cock and lined it up with his soon-to-be-pozzed ass. His 8.5 cock just out from his body, and did not lose its stiffness as I sank my death cock into his willing but unsuspecting hole. I sank into Adam’s ass until he could feel my daddy bush on his college ass. When I was deep in his ass. His ass opened up for me like he was a natural bottom. I could see pink streaks appear on my cock. I knew I had him ready for my tainted load. He started to jack his large cock, but I made him stop. I told him I wanted him to cum hands-free. He had a shocked look on his face, but I assured him it was possible. I buried my stiff cock in his ass, and he got that look on his face and he finally understood what I was talking about. His cock lurched and I continued to slam my cock in once virgin ass. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, as he fought the urge to jerk his thick rod. I leaned in for a kiss and unlike most straight boys I deflower he did not recoil. I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt my orgasm quickly reaching its boiling point. His breathing was ragged and I could tell he was close. I drove my cock deep into his for now negative ass, and came with a five day old load force into his ass. His cock exploded all over his chest. I love it when young guys cum they do it with such force. A stream of cum poured out of his cock hitting him in the face. I licked it off and shared it with him. He sucked his cum off of my tongue. My infected load filled his ass. I slowly pulled my still hard cock out of his ass it was covered in in pink cum. I quickly shoved it down his throat. I was not going to give him the opportunity to deny my request. He eagerly cleaned it off. I softened a little. h/e asked if I got hard again, could I fuck him one more time that night. He left with 3 poz loads in his ass. I heard from him about 3 months later after he and his formerly straight roommate tested positive. He wanted to make sure I was OK. I guess there was an outbreak on campus More to Cum Always looking to chat or skype with the right guys Joey bareback bottom looking to be bred

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I had a grindr hook up with a hot hung aussie man that lasted 3 days. We did some coke and a lot of K. After a few hours we invited another man over to double fuck me stretching my hole and second hole wide open until the both breed me at the same time. The other guy pulled out as soon as he came then left while the Aussie man flipped me onto my back with my feet against his shoulder fucking me ass to mouth. High on K I was convinced that I was getting fucked my the devil and I loved it. He told me that he is going to fist me and I said fuck yeah. He blew some k into my hole and lubed both of his fists and forearms. One fist slowly slipped in and out of my hole with no resistance then the other a little bit deeper each time. Rotaing his fist in my hole and fingering my second hole he pulled out his clenched fist and punch fucked me harder, faster and deeper and we had only just begun

He is also associated with a group that is suing the FDA because a new version of the polio vaccine was not placebo tested! That's despite the fact that such a trial would be unethical and it is standard practice to trial against an existing vaccine when one exists. Kennedy isn't interested in safety. He's out to eliminate vaccines. Of course, at this point, the COVID vaccines have received far more testing than they ever would undergo in a conventional trial. So, he should just shut up instead of trying to deny everyone else lifesaving vaccines.

Polio is caused by a virus, and certainly not by agricultural chemicals. We can be certain of the latter because polio was around before agricultural chemicals were invented. Please don't post absurd theories like that (you know who you are); they're against the rules (false statements/conspiracy theories) and I'll have to whack you with the ugly stick. While verifying my facts for this post, I discovered something I didn't know: polio epidemics weren't a thing until modern germ theory and the concomitant rise of sanitation happened. Check out the Wikipedia entry under "Epidemiology" if you're curious. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polio

My name is Nick and I own what a lot of people call the Bareback Bunkhouse (or BBBH for short – like the Twitter tag for barebacking). I purchased a somewhat rundown brownstone in Harlem a few years ago when the market had crashed after "The Great Recession". It's a big ark of a place – 5 floors, 25 feet wide. This West Indian family owned it before me. They owned it for something like 60 years – generations of their family passed through the place. But they kept it in fairly good condition. I had always dreamed of having a fuck house that was filled with cumdump bottoms where tops could just stop by and breed hole 24/7/365. I mean I love sex and just want to be surrounded by it constantly – and that's what I've created with this place. I can find ass when ever I wanna top, and usually find dick whenever I feel like getting fucked – all without leaving my house. Needless to say the health authorities hate me because it's a private home, which means they can't regulate it. It's legally a two family building. I leave the ground floor apartment unrented and just use it for sex parties – which happen 4 or 5 times a week. They're free, but invite-only. You have to fuck a few of my cumdumps 1-on-1 to get an invite – or better yet, just fuck me Upstairs there are 4 floors and it's operated a bit like a flophouse. The parlor floor has the common space – living room, dining room and kitchen. Then there are three floors of bedrooms above that – each with a bathroom, two big bedrooms and a tiny bedroom room that was originally intended for nanny's (when rich white people lived in Harlem). I kept half of the top floor for myself – a big bedroom and a bathroom. That leaves 5 big bedrooms and three little ones for the cumdumps. I manage to skirt the rent law because all the guys who live here are my "roommates", not tenants. That means if I want them out I can give them 2 week notice and they're gone. Usually it goes pretty smoothly. My "roommates" don't get their own private space. To live in the house you have to basically dedicate your life to getting fucked. You get a lockable closet where you can store your stuff, and otherwise the boys are expected to be naked and ready to get fucked most hours of the day. They sleep wherever they can find an empty bed. Only the top floor bedrooms are quiet zones that are off-limits to visitors. If they boys can't find an empty bed on the top floor, then they'll probably be woken up by fucking in the next bed or (better yet) a hard cock sliding into their hole by some random top who wandered into the house. It's a fantasy for a lot of guys, but most of the guys burn out after a few months, but a few find that it suits them – that deep down they really are just cumdumps. I try to keep about 10 to 15 cumdumps in the house at any given time. Most will be full time "roommates" but I also get a pretty steady flow of tourists who come for a few days or a week of getting fucked. It also means that there literally is a cumdump available to take a load any time of the day (usually more than one is available). And that's why the City hates me – I'm essentially a free brothel. Even straight guys come here since a quickie pump-n-dump at my place is way easier than finding pussy. But instead of the tops paying, the bottoms pay. But since they're just paying rent, it's not illegal. But I do try to not raise too many alarm bells with the City. I usually go for neg guys on PrEP since a lot of the straight tops don't understand that poz undetectable guys aren't really all that dangerous to fuck. And I have a private doctor who comes in for regular testing and to do the 3 month PrEP check-ups (I include doctor visits the boys' rent – though the doctor does bill their insurance). We test all the guys at once, and it's worked really well, until the last round of tests… We did routine tests a couple weeks ago and one of the boys, Mike, turned up poz. He's a nasty-minded little fucker who's one of the ones who's really well suited for living life as a cumdump. He's been living here for a year and a half and he's one of my favorite bottoms to fuck, and his dick feels incredible in my ass. And OMG! He shoots the biggest loads you can imagine. I mean he literally floods guys' asses. But he's not just a slut – he's also really responsible, which is surprising given that he's young – I've just never had any problem with him. Thing is, we haven't actually told Mike he's poz – I wanted more information before breaking the news. But I did ask if he's been taking his PrEP every day. He says yes, and I believe him. You see the issue is that Mike is vers. He'll fuck just about anything that moves and loves giving loads as much as taking them. He fucks and breeds every guy in the house pretty regularly, and a lot of the "visitors" as well. His favorite thing is to talk tops into taking his load in their ass – even if it means he just jacks off and sticks the head of his dick in their hole as he's cumming. He's so cute and adorable it's amazing how many "total tops" he can get to take his load – they're all in love with him and think it's "safe" since he's on PrEP. I'm worried that Mike could have infected a lot of guys, so I wanted to understand how bad the problem was before telling anyone. Hell, I wanted to know if he'd infected me. I had the doc test the other boys (and me) with a more sensitive HIV test, and look more closely at Mike's strain to see if it's meds resistant or not. The news just came back and it's bad. Me and 9 other guys are poz. Two are 'indeterminate', and as you might expect after hearing those numbers, Mike's strain is Truvada-resistant. It's sorta a worst case scenario. I'm really sorta confused – how did this happen with all the guys on PrEP, and why didn't we catch it sooner? I mean I have the guys tested monthly for STDs and every three months for HIV. How did it spread so quickly? I mean I should be in shock about finding out I'm poz – I thought I was pretty safe on PrEP, but the problem is bigger than just me – literally everyone in the house is high viral load poz right now (except maybe the two "indeterminate" guys, but I'm not hopeful with them). And besides the 12 guys here in the house, there are all the tops Mike has fucked and the bottoms those guys have fucked. So now I'm worried about what the City will do. You know they'll find out. Should I shut the house down? Should I just ignore the problem? I'm not really sure. But clearly I need to talk things over with the guys… [To be continued…]

Tom and I had chatted on Manhunt. The purely physical aside, he was a bit more direct than many guys with whom I had chatted as he asked me upfront about my status, and, of course, being the bastard that I am, I lied, saying neg (and routinely tested at three month intervals). He agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the campus of Carnegie Mellon, where he attended graduate school. Since the University is a short walk from my house, and I am well familiar with the campus, I arrived before he did. The moment I saw him, my dick started twitching. Tom was about 24 years old, 5'9, about 150 pounds, brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and sporting a soul patch and patch of beard on his chin. He was really fuckin’ cute. Oh yeah, just so you have a relatively complete picture, I'm 6', 190 pounds, jet black short hair, am well-muscled. I have one of those perpetual five o’clock shadows that are so much in vogue these days. I also have a passion for breeding boyish men, especially if they are neg and unsuspecting. As we talked, I charmed him and, in short order, it took little time to convince him that we should go back to his place, ostensibly to talk. Within 30 seconds of entering his apartment, I had kicked off my boots, yanked off my shirt and shucked my Levis. No underwear here. Naked except for my socks, my dick fully hard, the slit copiously oozing charged precum, I moved towards him. Tom looked stunned. "Wait, you're moving too fast!" he said. “I gotta have you, buddy” was my retort. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and squeezed, making him gasp. I grasped the hair at the back of his head, and crushed his mouth against mine, licking his lips and teeth with broad strokes. He half resisted me at first, but the resistance was brief. When I got his teeth parted, I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth, and he melted into my grasp. I could feel his dick hardening though his jeans as I pressed my thigh against his crotch. As we kissed I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait!" he whispered. "No" I whispered back, as his shirt opened. He struggled against me, which turned me on more, even though there was no chance he could get away from me. Getting his jeans off his bony ass was child’s play, but I admit getting his underwear off was a bit of a challenge, but one I’ve played-out more than once, so soon enough I had him totally naked, in my arms, and we were headed towards his bed before he knew it. I fell forward onto his bed, crushing him beneath me. Rolling him on his belly, I forced his legs apart with mine. Rearing up a bit, I spread his ass and, by sliding my very excited cock between his cheeks, liberally painted his exposed neg asshole with my poz precum. I pressed my cock head against his hole, one hand between his shoulder blades holding him down, I began to push. "Don't." he said " I don't get fucked". How often I’ve heard that claim! Could it be I'd gotten especially lucky – that he was virgin as well as neg? Well, this was not the time to ask. Ample spit served as a perfunctory lube as I continued nudging my death stick inside him. When the head popped in, he groaned loudly, his eyes frozen in pain. I briefly considered the advantages of lube, but decided to press my advantage, so I rammed all 8" of my dick deep inside him, causing him to scream even louder. Laying on top on him, my death stick buried to the hilt in his tight spasming ass, I whispered "Oh, baby, you turn me on." I proceed to fuck him, enjoying the feel of his hole spasming each time I thrust into him, going faster as his hole stretched more, until finally I was really pounding his hole. I stopped and pulled out, and looked at the blood on my throbbing dick. This turned me on even more because I then knew he had been a virgin, and I knew that when I shot my charged load in him, it would likely be absorbed directly into his blood. Before he could act, I flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him, immediately picking up my gut-busting rhythm. I loved watching grimaces play on his tear-streaked face each time I rammed into him. Still in him, I leaned down and whispered in his face "Know what, Tom? I lied. I'm poz, and I'm not on meds." For a moment he froze, a look of shock on his face. Shock was replaced almost immediately by fear. Then he panicked, struggling in vain to get away from me, begging and pleading for me to pull out. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him. It didn't take long for him to tire, his struggles less violent, though he continued to beg me to pull out. I asked if he'd even though the fuck that took his cherry would also be the fuck which pozzed his ass, which to my delight resulted in renewed struggles from Tom. I began furiously pounding his ass, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm. As I felt my balls begin to tighten, I slowed a bit, and whispered to him, each word punctuated by a thrust, "Here… comes… my load!" I rammed in deep, splattering my charged load inside his raped hole, as Tom's groans pealed deliciously in my ears. With each shot of cum, my orgasm seemed to ripple throughout my entire body. I felt as if I'd never stop shooting charged cum in him, but at last I did. After my tumescent cock slipped from his raped hole, I got up and pulled my clothing on. Hollowly, he asked me how I could do that him. I smiled, and told him that I liked introduce men to unprotected sex, a practice that I was sure he would cultivate in the future. He lay there silently - I assume trying to absorb my philosophy. Of course, his body was busy absorbing my poz cum. Fully dressed, I left his apartment. Sweet success.

@1hornyjohn is absolutely correct. Most importantly, you cannot just walk into a pharmacy (US), chemist (UK), or whatever the equivalent is in other places and say you'd like to order a month's supply of <whatever>. An HIV specialist needs to run substantial lab work on you, to determine what your viral load is, what your T-cell count is, how well your kidneys, liver, and other organs are functioning, whether or not you have pre-diabetes or diabetes, your heart and lung function, and so forth. With that data they can narrow down to the best choice of medication for you. For instance, if you already have impaired kidney function (you wouldn't realize it, necessarily, but the lab tests would show it), then the doctor would want to avoid certain treatments that are harsher on the kidneys.

Thank you. I get such enjoyment from dreaming them up and sharing.

Around 7am this morning I fucked a young Pakistani guy who likes to come by on his way to work at the airport. I have fucked him several times over the last 2 years and he loves it. He's engaged now and his girlfriend and his family have no idea he takes it up the arse and doesn't bother about protection. I asked him if he was on Prep once and he said "What's that?" One of my friends from Germany is staying with me for a few days, so we both took a turn on the Pakistani lad. He sucked us both for a while then pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the settee. I went up him first and fucked for a while and then my friend took over. We took turns on him for a while and then we both shot our loads up him one after the other. He pulled up his pants and went off to work quite happily - two loads of cum up his tight, hairy arse!

I gather you were not a sexually active adult in the late 1980's....

I have filmed... 1st time was without his knowing, 2nd time with his knowing (same guy... poz too). Sadly I lost the footage due to an unfortunate rain shower and I didn't back up the cloud. 3rd and final time, I was on the receiving end of a 3some that was supposed to pay for my semester of college but they didn't pay up the full amount. I imagine the footage is still out there, somewhere, but whatever. I ended having to bend over and take it for another year (not as fun as it sounds as I was probably at my lowest point while trying to earn a teacher job...) Maybe I'll write a story of it and see what you all think. 🤔

With most vaccines, their history of success is enough info for all adults & parents to justify the proven miniscule risk. Polio 🧐, the vaccine has saved MILLIONS. Smallpox had been eliminated worldwide until people stopped getting vaccinated - we have a recurrence. Influenza vaccines have saved untold elderly & immunosuppressed people from extremely painful illness & DEATH. People NATURALLY turn to proven results rather than knee-jerk ramblings of a person, RFK, with an agenda that could actually be beneficial to societal health.

Polio is caused by a virus, the Polio Virus to be exact, so how exactly does agricultural chemicals cause a virus?

But we want to avoid throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Yes, we need to eliminate the profit oriented lies, half truths that are in our knowledge base but should we , perhaps out of frustration that the robber baron corporatists have been imposing on us, deny the basics and foundation of our modern understanding of medical science and knowledge. Can it be denied that if where it not for vaccines, in our recent history, majority of the human population would have struggled with a lot of more disease and death than we did since the acceptance and use of Vaccines as a way of preventing some disease. Vaccines are safe. The human population has shown to use vaccines without any adverse effect. I and majority of the guys on here, I believe, are all ears and up for it.

God, who remembers the Coral Sands? Pig paradise on earth, with chems thrown in!

Had to go out of town for a wedding, made a quick detour to an adult theatre, this one is in the middle of nowhere good for nice redneck daddies, it has a theatre and an arcade, I paid my fee and entered the theatre. Load #1 as soon as I entered i made eye contact with a mid forties beefy dad type wearing gym shorts and a sweater. Salt and pepper beard balding at the top, looked like the hot married beefy dads at the gym. He was immediately on his knees sucking my cock, he did a favorable job but it takes me hours to cum from getting sucked. He slowed down so I brought him up for a passionate kiss. As we made out i stripped my clothes off and next thing he knows I'm on my knees sucking his 6 inch average cut hard cock. I sucked him like that for 5 mins before we started making out again. I bent over the couch and he proceeded to pound my hole bare with purpose, and two minutes later he was breeding my hole. I cleaned him off and he was gone before I could gather my clothes. Load #2: Before I got dressed i noticed a hot early 50s bald daddy with gray gotee, work shirt, cowboy boots with blue jeans down to his ankles working his hard 6.5 thick cut cock with his hands. I immediately was on my knees to suck that Purdy cock. And he had that sweaty diesel smell that turns me on for some reason. After sucking him as he was seated almost off the couch, I stood up and mounted him and squat fucked him so I could see his face. Unable to get him off like that with my legs giving out from the few minutes of squats, I had him stand up. I'm a pretty big guy afterall. Me sitting on the couch once again i got him close sucking and we he got close, I stood up and took his load in my hole. Load#3 Happened in the arcade, early 50s married average accountant looking daddy gray gotee receding short hair line glasses in a sweater sitting in an arcade booth. Just wanted to suck me, so he did for a while, he was not good you could tell he was a beginner. I let him get some practice and played with his nipples until I was able to get on my knees and suck off his 6 inch cut cock, his precum was gushing it was more precum than most guys loads, he didn't have much of a load though. Alot of other play sessions but no loads. One bald chubby smooth trucker type, had a nice cock like 8 inches I sucked it for like 15 mins and then he bent over after I started fingerings his hole, I immediately dove face first into the hole until my own cock got hard, and I proceeded to pound his hole mercilessly for 20 mins in the arcade with him bent over. He eventually tapped out, and when I went back to the theatre there was a delightful married chubby grandpa, looked like caroll o'connor, there that savored on my 7in thick cut cock for a good 20 minutes. Load#4: I sucked off a 30s skinny dude, was sucking on a hot hairy like an ape gotee bald daddy with a 8 inch cut, everytime he would get close he pass to the kid, unfortunately I never got the daddy load after the kid came on my face Was running out of time at this point and needed to cum myself. In walks a chubby daddybear 60s with a bushy white beard, and a bald head but longish hair around the horseshoe. Reminded me of an off-season santa with a huge round solid butt. He sucked me hard quick in the theatre within a minute of getting there. I bent him over the couch and proceed to give him my 7in cut cock hard and fast pounding. He was quickly begging to be bred and after 4 mins of pounding i gave him my 3 day load.

It was my second visit to the Fort, a sleazy pub in London which held naked days on Wednesdays, and where I began my descent into depravity when I was fucked in the sling in full view of the bar. As I remember it, the bar was dark, the music was loud, and the room smelled with the body odour from the many old trolls lounging naked at the bar. I removed my clothing, storing them ia locker, then walked naked to the bar area where I ordered a drink. Numerous pairs of eyes glittered in the dim light as they scanned my body. Naturally I was nervous, and still unsure of what I was doing. As I turned from the bar and moved towards the far wall, a man walked past me and stroked my bottom in passing. I turned and he gave me a smile. His face was swarthy, with deeply sunken cheeks and his body was quite muscular, his veins clearly protruding. "Nice arse," he remarked in a clearly Italian accent. "Thanks," I replied. His body was so obviously wasted it made me shiver with fear and excitement. "Want to have some fun with me?" he asked. I had to ask, "Are..are you poz?" Again he smiled answering "Yes, of course. Twenty years now. Come and play," as he led me over to a corner, gesturing at a couple of empty bar stools, asking " You kinda new here, eh?" "Second time here," I admitted. "Then you should get plenty of cock. A fresh boy like you. Still neg?" I nodded, and he shrugged as if to say not for long and then said "Raise your legs and show me your hole." I leaned back and managed to raise my legs almost to my chest. He gently fingered my slit and poked the tip of his finger into it, urging "Push it open, Try to suck it in. The guys like it nice and puffy." I gasped as his finger slid into my hole, definitely glad I had pre-lubed myself when I undressed. He probed in and out, at the same time offering me a bottle of poppers. I sniffed deeply, and felt the familiar melting rush. I half-noticed some guys moving closer to get better view, and my new friend winked at them as his fingers opened me up. I looked down and saw he had an erection, and a thick drool of precum was hanging from the mushroom shaped head. I took another sniff of poppers and suddenly, in a matter of fact way like a dog mounting a bitch, he removed his finger, pushed his hips forward and slid his slimy, toxic cock up into my rectum. I gasped with shock, but he crouched over me, shoving the finger which had been up my hole into my mouth as he thrust his cock in and out, grunting "Take it! It's what you came here for, isn't it?" There were several men clustering round us now, and someone supported my shoulders and two more held my legs up as the Italian man slid sensuously in and out of my arse. "Very nice!" he remarked, but not yet. I will maybe make you pregnant later maybe, eh?" With that, he slid out of me and stepped back. I was thoroughly excited, and my hole, gaping. The guys lowered my legs, and the Italian gestured for me to bend forward over the stool. I complied and he fed his slimy cock into my mouth, asking the general question "Okay, guys,, who's going to be first to knock up my little slut?" I felt strong fingers pull my arse cheeks apart, and a short, thick cock opened me up further, then slid up inside me. I looked over my shoulder to see a fat, middle aged man dripping with sweat as he started to fuck me, but the the Italian clearly was in charge of matters as he slapped my face, positioning my mouth to take care of his cock. "No, no," he almost cooed, urging "You just keep sucking. You don't need to see who in your hole, or, for that matter, who knocks you up." I felt the fat man grunt and shiver as his throbbing cock unloaded in me. When he withdrew his warm sperm ran down my balls. Another cock immediately began it's journey into my rectum, but this time I had learned my lesson: like a good slut I didn't look round this time, nor did I check out the series of men who mated with me. One after the other the men kept cumming until the sperm overflowed from my puffy arsehole. The Italian man, all the while, stroked my hair, reminding me what a good boy I was....

Anyone who has stupid shit to say about Fauci is a moron, and RFK Jr is a fucking anti-vaxx crackpot. If any of you who are under 35 spout this nonsense you should sit down with some of the guys my age (59). Oh. Wait. You can't do that. Because they're ALL FUCKING DEAD. I've had it with this ridiculous anti-science bullshit. When NO ONE else would listen to us, Fauci would. HE was the one who went to bat for us (with pressure from ACTUP for sure) and got research into HIV moving. He is a true American hero. He doesn't deserve this anti-vaxx Covid bullshit to tarnish his career. He's an old man. He deserves a good retirement.

I, for some reason produce copious amounts of this stuff. In fact, I’ve never needed to use lube to get fucked, just spit and stick. By copious, I literally mean that the floor will be wet under the sling, and the more turned on I get, the more I make. And God help us if I’ve slammed, then I might as well have an internal j lube pump running nonstop. For FF, I do use lube, but that’s the only time I don’t just rely on my mankuntsnot.

Hey, my name is Myles and it looks like I've caused way more drama than I ever intended… But let me back up and start by saying I'm a top who's fantasized about getting pozzed for a really long time – mostly 'cause, in my mind, being able to infect someone is the pinnacle of what it means to be a top. It's the ultimate way to dominate someone sexually. More and more bottoms are letting guys fuck them raw and cum in their asses. It would be so hot to be shooting toxic loads and knock them up as I breed their ass! Thing is, while I really wanna to be a toxic poz top, I hate getting fucked, and getting fucked is the only sure-fire way to get pozzed. I was fucking every slutty bottom I could find, but could never manage to get knocked up. It was frustrating – being a top just isn't risky enough. I'd fantasize about pozzing bottoms as I blew my load in their ass, but deep down I knew I was firing blanks. Then I met this guy named Mike. He lives in what's basically a free whore house. You can go there any time and find ass to fuck. Anyway, he LOVED taking loads, but he also liked getting his load in guys – especially in tops. It was a challenge for him to see if he could get total tops like me to walk away with his cum in their ass. In hindsight he sorta understood me better than I understood myself. He talked me into it by saying "Don't worry, I won't fuck you. I'll just jack off and when I'm just about to cum I'll stick just the head of my dick in your hole. It won't hurt at all. I promise." I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of that myself – it sorta seemed like the perfect solution for a top like me who wanted to take loads and get pozzed, but didn't want to get fucked. I let him blow his load in me and as I walked away that night there were all sorts of emotions flowing through me. I was excited, but a bit scared too. I mean I just took a load from one of NY's top cumdumps. What does it mean to be a cumdump's cumdump? Yeah, I wanted to get pozzed, but until that night it wasn't really something that seemed like a real possibility. And I realized I didn't even ask his status… I went back a few days later to breed him and he "jack off'd" another load into my ass. After he blew his load I asked about his status and he laughed and said "A bit late to be asking that question… but to answer it – I'm on PrEP". While I was excited to be taking loads, hearing he was on PrEP was a bit of a let down. The other thing that sorta held me back from bottoming for just anyone was that when I got pozzed I wanted to know who pozzed me and have a connection with him. I wanted it to be someone special – like Mike, actually. I knew I was never going to have more than a sexual relationship with him, but he was the type of guy who was like the Pied Piper – he just made you feel special. Of course it didn't hurt that he was totally my type. But from the looks of it he was never going to make me poz – he probably didn't even want to be poz. The whole situation was sorta frustrating me a bit and then one night I went over to fuck him and he was playing with this hunky Latino. It was hot seeing Mike get pounded. The other top "played well" and we tag teamed Mike's ass for 20 or 30 minutes. I blew my load in him and stayed there a bit watching the Latino fuck him. I could tell the top was getting close and just before he blew he asked Mike "You want my dirty load, pig?" And Mike replied with an enthusiastic "Sí Papi!" The wheels started turning in my head – was this guy toxic? Had Mike just taken an infectious load? When the top caught his breath I timidly asked him "So 'dirty load' – does that mean you're toxic?" He looked at Mike and replied, "Ah shit, I thought I was being discreet…" Looking at me… "Yeah, poz and not on meds. Sorry I let that slip, Mike doesn't want other guys knowing he gets into poz stuff…" The two of them could tell I was totally turned on by Mike taking a toxic load. Even though I'd just cum, my dick was completely hard and I said "I wanna fuck him with your load in his ass". Mike's ass usually has a few loads in it and it almost always feels really silky and wonderful, but knowing that at least one of those loads was high viral was a huge turn on for me. As I fucked him I was whispering in his ear "So you're a bug chaser, eh?" "Yeah…" he replied sheepishly. I told him "It's a huge turn on that you wanna become poz. I wish you'd go off PrEP. I'd totally continue to take loads from you. It would be hot if I got it from you." While I was fucking him he played along with my fantasy – "Yeah, it'd be hot knocking you up. I'd love to be able to poz total tops – it's why I try so hard to get my loads in them…" Needless to say I didn't last long before I blew a second load in his ass. Afterwards, he told me that getting pozzed is a huge fantasy for him, but he's still trying to be responsible, hence the PrEP. Though if it happened one of these days he wouldn't really be surprised. I mean he gets thousands of loads in his ass every year… The top asked me if I was on PrEP. I told him "No, though I was in a PrEP-related study years ago." Then he asked "Aren't you worried?" I didn't want to elaborate too much so just told him I wasn't all that worried since I was a total top. He looked at me with a big smirk and said, "Well, if that ever changes…" I could barely sleep that night. I had to figure out how to get the Latino to poz Mike so Mike could poz me. Then it struck me – I still had left over pills from when I was in the PrEP study that looked just like Truvada. They'd told me at the end that I was in the placebo arm of the study and to throw the pills away – that they were just useless sugar pills. I'd kept them just as a kind of souvenir, but maybe they were my ticket to getting pozzed… I mean if I could substitute them for Mike's Truvada, maybe he'd get pozzed, and then poz me… Next time I went to fuck Mike I went into the bathroom and there in the medicine cabinet were a bunch of bottles of Truvada for the various guys who lived there and one belonged to Mike. Jackpot! I was a bit surprised they'd just leave those in a medicine cabinet where anyone had access to them, but I wasn't gonna complain. That fuck session with Mike was pretty intense. We went into one of the private rooms and did all sorts of poz talk – I telling him he was just a worthless bug chaser, that sluts like him don't deserve PrEP, and so on. He seemed to love it. As he was blowing his load in me I was like "So, you gonna make me a poz top so I can infect a bunch of neg guys?" That gave him a big smirk on his face. You could tell he wanted to poz guys as much as I did. When we'd blown our loads we laid there chatting a bit. I asked how often he takes loads from the toxic Latino and he said 2 to 3 times a week since the guy lives nearby. I was thinking "Bingo!", but answered "That's so hot!" I asked about the whole testing and PrEP thing. He said everyone in the house was on PrEP – that they had a doc that came once a month for STD tests and then every three months the tests included an HIV test and the other tests you need when you're on PrEP. I casually asked "So when was your last HIV test then?" I hoped the question didn't seem too odd, but it didn't seem to phase him – he said "We get tested the first of every month and then see the doc for the PrEP appointment a week later if it's first month of the quarter – so January, April, etc. They make it simple to remember 'cause we're not allowed to miss the tests or the appointment." That night when I went home I did the math… I sort wanted to see if I could get him pozzed and not have it discovered for a while. I wanted as many of his toxic loads in me as possible before he found out and went on meds. I gambled a little that they weren't using the tests that detect an infection immediately after it happens, so I wanted him to get pozzed about 2-3 weeks before an HIV test. And it takes about 2 weeks for PrEP to leave your system, so that meant I had to get him off his PrEP and onto placebo about 4 weeks before an HIV test. His next test was October 1, so I needed to get him on placebo the first few days of September… Perfect… that was just 2 weeks away! The next time we fucked I pushed him on the idea of going off PrEP, but he wouldn't budge. Then the time after that I suggested that once a week he give me one of his pills – basically lowering his dose to 6 pills a week. I told him how studies said he had full protection with as few as 4 pills per week, so 6 was still really good. But he should do it 'cause he knew deep down he was a bug chaser… Initially he said 'no', but I could tell something in him wanted to do it. Finally he said "Wait there" and a minute later he came back with a pill in his hand. I quickly put the pill in my pants pocket so it would be out of sight, out of mind, and he wouldn't change his mind and want it back. I could tell he was wanting to play with fire, but knew he was on the fence. On September 3rd I went over and took my bottle of placebo pills. I had quite a few 'cause they terminated the study unexpectedly because the preliminary results had come through and the effectiveness of PrEP was really clear. They had given me a 30 day supply just before they found out they were terminating things. And I wasn't quite done with the previous bottle of pills. Anyway, I found Mike's bottle of Truvada, took out the 6 pills that were inside and replaced them with 6 placebo pills. A week later I went back and found his new bottle freshly opened and took all but 5 pills out. I mixed my placebos with those 5 pills and put them all back in the bottle. I mixed in some of his real Truvada because I wanted to stretch out the placebos. I figured he'd be averaging about 1 or 2 pills of Truvada per week which was way too low to give him any protection. I made sure to go hookup with him a couple times a week in part to see if I could figure out when he got fuck flu. Each time I'd ask how many loads he'd gotten from the toxic Latino. Good news was that the Latino was fucking him pretty regularly as well. Needless to say I'd get totally boned knowing Mike was losing his protection against the Latino's dirty loads. I also pushed him to reduce his PrEP usage even further. Every time I went I'd ask for a pill (2 per week). The first time or two he said he'd given me one last time so I had to wait. Then a couple weeks later he said "You said 4 pills was full protection, right?" I said yes. He got quiet and then ran out for a pill. That made me so hard, I threw him on his belly and fucked him telling him he was a good bug chaser. I kept watching him for fuck flu symptoms but it never really came. There were two times in a row toward the end of the month when he said he felt run down, but Mike was a slut and wasn't letting that slow him down. I hoped that was him going through fuck flu, but wasn't sure. November 10th came and I brought my 7 remaining pills, plus the 7 he'd given me that were probably mostly placebo. I mixed those into the pills at the top of his bottle so he'd still not be getting the recommended dose for the next two or thee weeks, but unfortunately I knew he'd be back on full strength PrEP before the end of the month. A few days later I felt pretty run down as well. Given the timing – 2 weeks after taking Mike's load when he was "feeling run down" – I was hopeful I was now poz, but wasn't quite sure. Then my plan was over and my placebo pills were all gone. I didn't even know for sure if it had worked, but I hoped it had. After I felt run down I cut back the hookups with Mike to once a week and made him give me two pills each time I showed up. And I made sure every load I could blow went into a bottom who at least claimed to be neg. Actually, if the plan had worked and the strain didn't cause fuck flu that was sorta perfect for stealthing guys. They'd never be able to pinpoint a time when they got pozzed, so never figure out it was me who pozzed them. I gotta say it was SO hot breeding all those unsuspecting bottoms! Some were on PrEP, but who knows about the others? I always carried a doctored condom with me in case they insisted on me rubbering up I just wished I knew for sure if I was infecting them… New Year's Eve came and I spent it at Mike's place – there was a HUGE sex party down on the ground floor. The toxic Latino was there. I finally found out his name – Felix. At the stroke of midnight he blew his load in Mike's hole and then I followed with my (hopefully) poz load. At one point we were all so drunk. Mike's hole was dripping with cum and I said laughingly "You get tested tomorrow, right? Bet with all the alcohol in your system your liver function tests won't look so great". He laughed and said "Yeah, the New Year's Day tests are always bad – sometimes they have to repeat them…" I smiled and thought to myself - hopefully they won't be focusing on your liver tests this time… After New Year's some friends wanted to go to Puerto Vallarta to escape the cold weather so it was a couple weeks before I got back to see Mike. I made him promise to skip his PrEP even though I wasn't there to take his pills. He promised me he'd keep skipping the two days a week. I tried to talk him up to three days a week, but he said he didn't want to push it. But he admitted he's been thinking of stopping completely. That doing so much poz talk with me and Felix really makes him wanna be poz. But he just can't bring himself to go off PrEP and let it happen. It was hot hearing him say that. I knew if my plan hadn't worked that he'd probably just choose to get pozzed in the not-too-distant future. The trip to Puerto Vallarta was a blast. I fucked SO many guys! I gotta say being in a country with no PrEP and suspecting that you're high viral load poz is really incredibly intense. I made sure to ask all the bottoms whether they were neg and assured them that my last test was neg as well And somehow the condom always seemed to break when they insisted I use one (lol). I desperately wanted to know if I was poz, but knowing none of the bottoms were on PrEP and most still took my load willingly… Well, you can't beat that! I sorta expected Mike to text me after he saw his doctor to say he was poz, but I never got the text. That made me wonder if I'd managed to poz him after all. But when I got back and went to his place he pulled me into one of the private rooms, put his whole bottle of Truvada in my hand and said "I won't be needing the pills anymore… You know how you kept saying it'd be hot if I got pozzed and pozzed you in the process? Well, it looks like you got your wish. My test came back poz and on top of that I've managed to poz all the other guys in the house and probably tons of other guys, including you. So you're probably poz now too." I got an instant boner and just wanted to fuck, but stopped myself and asked "ALL the other guys in the house? Aren't they on PrEP?" He said "Yeah, but it looks like it's a Truvada-resistant strain." I was a little dumbfounded. I mean I'd meant for him to get pozzed and poz me, but never imagined it would go much much beyond that except maybe a few "total tops" who weren't on PrEP but let Mike "jack off" into their asses. "So are you telling all the guys you've fucked to get tested? I mean you've gotten your load into a lot of 'total tops' and they've probably fucked a lot of other guys…" He looked sheepish and said, "There's a warning sign on the door as you come in the house. We've decided that's all the warning they get. There's just too many guys to tell…" I thought some of the previous sessions with him had been intense, but that one was off the hook. This time we knew he was poz and giving me a toxic load. And we suspected the load I was giving him was toxic as well. You always hear how sex is hotter when you're poz – well, I totally experienced it swapping toxic loads with him! After we fucked I asked if it was Felix who infected him. "Doesn't look like it – we've checked and his strain isn't Truvada-resistant. His strain is similar, but different. Though I wonder if reducing the amount of PrEP is what did it? But since my strain is meds-resistant I must have just gotten fucked by the wrong top." I corrected him "…Or the right top…" He said "Yeah, I know. Now that I've had time to digest it, I'm not sure why I tried to stay neg… I love being poz… Whoever he was, he was the right top!" Before that point I had never really thought about a strain being Truvada-resistant or not. But what he said made me realize that me putting him being on really low doses of PrEP, and then him going back to full-strength PrEP when the placebo ran out is probably how Felix's strain became Truvada-resistant. But I didn't share my thoughts – I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him what I'd done. Then I asked if he was going on meds. "No, we've all sorta decided to stay off meds. I mean the horse has escaped, there's no point closing the barn door now… I gotta say though – it's cool watching some of the bottoms really get into being gift giving tops. We used to discourage bottoms from coming here, but now we're seeing how many we can get in to breed. It's only been a couple weeks, but damn, it's a lot of fun! Especially all those prissy Truvada whores who think they can fuck raw and get away with it… I used to be like that… Now we all just gangbang them and go home pozzed." I went home completely stunned. My plan to infect one guy plus myself looks like it's infected hundreds of guys. And if they keep it up and everyone that goes to that house winds up poz, and the tops and tourists go and spread it further, the numbers could get into the thousands pretty quickly. I'm just conflicted whether I should tell Mike what I did. He seems to be enjoying his new status, but it may not stay that way and given that this is gonna turn into a little mini epidemic, I don't know whether I want people to know it was me who started it…

My name is Felix and I've been fucking this bug chaser named Mike for about a year now. He lives in this brownstone in Harlem which is just a big fuck house. They call it the Bareback Bunkhouse (a play on the whole #BBBH Twitter thing). Basically everyone in the house is a slut. You can go there pretty much any time of the day and find an ass to breed. I call him a bug chaser but he was on PrEP. Thing is he really got off taking my unmedicated poz loads. I didn't tell him I wasn't on meds at first. Then one day he asked and I fessed up. You shoulda seen his reaction – he was like a kid in a candy store. I think he woulda taken my load every day if I'd wanted to fuck the same hole that often. He'd literally BEG for me to poz him. I pumped like a load or two in him every week. He even made me promise to never jack off. If I needed to cum and couldn't find a bottom, I just went over and fucked him. And every time he'd beg me to poz him, and tell me how he wanted me to be his "Poz Papi". It was actually really hot. I love converting neg hole, and usually don't play with guys on PrEP 'cause they don't really get into the fact that I'm toxic, but Mike was different… But he did have one rule – we could only do poz talk when there weren't other guys around. This one time I did slip a little though. It was me and this other top fucking him and as I came I said "You want me to knock you up boy?" He replied "Sí Papi!" (he liked playing on the fact that I was Latino). So as blew my load in his ass I said something like "There you go boy, take that dirty load." I didn't think I stepped over the line, but the other top figured it out – his eyes lit up and he said "Are you toxic?" I sheepishly said, "Yeah." I could tell he was totally turned on by it and asked my viral load and I told him a month before it was something like 200,000. He had already blown a load in Mike's hole, but he got really hard and went back to fucking Mike telling him he was a dirty whore, a bug chaser, and he wanted to work my dirty load deeper into Mike's ass. After he blew his second load he pulled out and told me it was really hot fucking a hole that was lubed with high viral load cum. I asked the other top if he ever bottoms ('cause I converting tops). He said 'no' – that taking loads is hot in theory, but he really hates getting fucked. I asked if he were neg or poz. He said neg. I asked if he was on PrEP and he said he'd thought about it, even been in a PrEP related study years ago, but as a top he didn't really feel like he was at that much risk. (lol) I've pozzed some guys who weren't on PrEP, but never had any luck knocking up the "Truvada Whores". I always wished I could, but never was able to (trust me, I tried – repeatedly!) I suggested Mike go off PrEP 'cause I thought being poz sorta suited him, but he seemed to want to keep the whole poz thing as a fantasy – not actually get pozzed. But it seems he he managed to get pozzed anyway. Before we fucked a couple weeks ago he told me "Hey, you know how I always wanted you to poz me? Well, you might have managed to do it… I just found out I'm poz, and it looks like my strain is meds resistant 'cause I've pozzed all the guys in the house, and probably a bunch of other guys too… It's sorta intense when I think about it…" He continued… "You're the only high viral load guy I know that's been breeding me, do you mind if my doc takes some blood to see if I got it from you? I know you're not meds resistant, but they're curious how I got pozzed." I said "sure" and a week or so later heard that my strain was really similar to his except he was meds resistant for Truvada and I'm not. They're wondering if it was because he was on PrEP when he got pozzed. But how did my strain get through the meds and get its job done? My guess is that he's such a slut he just gave the PrEP more than it could handle. I gotta say it's been really hot fucking his hole since he told me about getting pozzed. As a poz newbie I'm sure his viral load was through the roof, and I love toxic fucks! And it's really hot knowing Mike pozzed all those guys without even realizing it. Gotta love vers guys… Poz one of them up and they can spread it like wildfire! I really do wonder if it's a variant of my strain coursing through all those guys… I kinda hope it is… [To be continued]

My name is Tyrone. I moved into the Bareback Bunkhouse a month ago on my 18th birthday and today the guy who runs the house, Nick, got us all together for a meeting while "the guests" were busy with a sex party downstairs. Mike, one of the guys who's been here a while, got up and told everyone that the doc had told him that he was poz and had a Truvada-resistant strain and since he'd fucked all of us (literally), they did tests and it looked like we were all poz. Actually, me and Tino came back "indeterminate" but in the doc's experience that usually comes back as poz in cases like this. My first reaction was FUCK!, I only just turned 18 and now I'm poz. Fuck, fuck fuck! I mean in the month I've been here I've take a lot of loads from my roommates, and they're all infected. There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna come out of this neg. It seems like stuff like this always happens to me. I won't go into all the details, but I had a lot of guys take advantage of me sexually starting when I was pretty young. I left home at 16 'cause I figured at I could make my own life. I knew I'd have to do sex work, but I wanted the sex to be on my terms and it wasn't like that at home. An outreach program for homeless kids found me on the streets and got me on PrEP a little over a year ago since pretty much none of the guys who were fucking me wanted to use condoms. I thought that would protect me. Then when I learned about Bareback Bunkhouse I figured finally I'd have a stable roof over my head and the sex really would be on my own terms. Nick doesn't allow guys to turn tricks in the house so he hooked me up with a barback job at a gay bar. The owner there wanted me to work in nothing more than a jockstrap and every now and then he fucks me, but hey, I don't actually mind sex with him and it gives me money to live at the house, so it's all good. But just when I thought things were looking up, now this… When Mike told everyone they were poz there was just silence. One guy said "…but we're on PrEP…". Mike just answered "guys, I take like 6,000 loads a year". Even if you just take half that – that's a lot of anonymous cum in your ass. PrEP isn't 100% effective – we pushed it and our luck ran out. Then there was more silence. We must have known our luck would run out eventually. I was a little pissed that it was only a month after moving in, but yeah, I couldn't see my luck holding for even a year and half like it had for Mike. I mean Mike was a whore, but I'm 18 and look 16 – everyone seems to want to cum in my ass. I probably take more loads than Mike. 6,000 loads? I'd never really done the math, but yeah, we're beyond even sluts and guys like us just wind up poz – PrEP or no PrEP. Finally Nick said, "So what do you guys want me to do? Should I shut down the house? What do you guys think is appropriate? I mean I'm a little numb about finding out I'm poz, so I really don't know what I should do." There was more silence and then I said, "This house is too important to me. For the first time in my life I have a home I actually like. I don't wanna give that up." I saw some of the other guys nodding their heads – I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Some of us really loved the house. A few guys were still clearly conflicted and mad at the world, mad at Mike, mad at Nick. There was more silence but I finally said "Look I'm not really sure I'm poz, but I do know I wanna stay here with all of you. I want a connection with you. I want your dicks in me. I want your loads. I know this is weird timing, but would you guys just all fuck me and dump a load in me? I feel numb right now and I just need to give up control. And honestly I'd rather know I'm poz than hold out hope for something that isn't gonna happen. So just fuck me and if I'm not poz I will be - at least I'll know for sure…" A few of the guys got huge grins on their faces and you could see their dicks jump to life. Luis looked right at me and said "Get over here and suck my poz cock, BUG CHASER". I did as I was told and as my mouth wrapped around his dick I felt someone rimming my ass. Then all the other guys got into it. One after the other they surrounded me and took turns fucking me and breeding me while the other guys egged them on to blow toxic loads in my 18 y.o. boy hole. Clearly being gift givers turned them on 'cause they all came really fast… Just a half hour later all 12 guys had dumped a toxic load in me. I looked around – they were all my poz daddies now and I finally felt like I had a home and some real connections to guys who felt like family to me. Yeah, it was a bit fucked up, but not any more than the rest of my life. When everyone was done, Nick brought up a potential problem… "What do we do about the Health Department? You guys know Mike – he's gotten his toxic load in all sorts of guys – both bottoms and tops, and they've gone out and fucked all sorts of other guys… The health department is gonna freak out and wanna try to shut us down." There was a brief pause and James, who works as a paralegal at a law firm, spoke up and said "Actually, I'm not sure they can. We can sue them if they reveal our HIV status, and since so many of us are poz, if they even identify the location of the house, that's revealing our HIV status. You know that sign on the door that says guys who enter have sex at their own risk, and that people they have sex with here may be HIV positive or have other STDs? Well, that's what's gonna save our ass. I say we just shut up and let that sign be fair warning to all the guys who come here to fuck around." There was some discussion but in the end we all agreed that seemed like the best way to move forward. Just tell no one. Admit nothing. But Nick reminded us – don't actually lie about our status. Just say nothing… Then Jamie brought up another thing – "So is everyone gonna go on meds?" Mike spoke up first "I don't know about you guys but it turns me on knowing I'm poz. I didn't intend to infect all of you, but it sorta makes me hard knowing I did. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna stop spreading my seed." Then Bryan said "Damn bro! I can't believe you just admitted to that, but yeah, it'd be totally hot to make this a house where guys come to get pozzed and swap toxic loads. Yeah, part of me would rather have stayed neg, but the other part of me would love to be a gift giving top." You could just see the thought going through everyone's mind. We were sorta changing the mission statement of the house from us getting as many loads as possible, to us pozzing as many guys as possible. I mean if Mike was Truvada-resistant we probably were to. Just think of all the neg holes we could knock up! I've always been a bottom, but just thinking about pozzing guys was turning me on. For the first time in my life I wanted to be vers At this point Mike stood up, with a big hard on and said "Let's get downstairs to the party! We've got asses to poz!" Down at the party the visiting guys quickly realized that my ass was completely cummy. I mean 12 loads is a lot of cum… The tops LOVED it. God knows how many more loads I got that night, but it was a lot… Little did they know their dicks were marinating in a highly toxic brew. I'm usually a bottom, but that night as the night when I started being vers. There was this "oral top" who loved playing with my dick. I've got a pretty big one and it looks even bigger 'cause I'm short and skinny. Anyway, the top clearly didn't want to get fucked, so I did what I've seen Mike do and I talked him into letting me just stick it in his hole as I came. He was so infatuated with me I think he might even let me fuck him next time. It was a total turn on pozzing him. I wonder if he's got a wife or boyfriend at home… I came three times that night and each time I got it in some neg guy's ass. Maybe being poz wasn't so bad after all… [To be continued…]

[If you read a different first part to the story, sorry about that, as I was writing it I wanted to change how things played out so I had the moderators change the first chapter. Now onto the 2nd chapter…] Hey… My name is Mike and I just heard some news and not quite sure what to think about it. I live in this fuck house where I fuck and get fucked A LOT, and the guy who owns/runs the house just told me I tested poz and it looks like I've infected everyone else in the house (including him). Those are just the ones he knows about for sure – there've been tons of other guys who've stopped by the house that I've fucked, and then there's all the guys my housemates and the other guys have fucked… It's a bit of a huge mess! Thing is, I'm sorta ambivalent. Part of me has always wanted to be poz, but deep down I'm pretty responsible so I went on PrEP to stay neg. But not only did I manage to get pozzed, but it seems I've pozzed all the guys I live with (there are 12 of us in the house – two had "indeterminate" results, but I probably pozzed them as well). I guess if it's gonna happen it's gonna happen to someone like me. I mean I've been living here for a year and a half and my goal is to get 10 loads a day, and give 2, and I almost never have a problem meeting my goal. Weekends I get more like 20 loads a day and give 3-4. That's like 120 loads a week in my ass. There are some weeks where I can't fuck 'cause I'm clearing up an STD, but still I've probably taken around 9,000 loads (!) since moving in here – and given close to 2,000. I guess that's bound to catch up to you, right? Still, I'm only 21 and I'm poz and toxic… But honestly, I'm also sorta turned on… There's this one top (Felix) who fucks me a couple times a week. I knew he was poz, but thought he was on meds, but then he confided in me that he wasn't taking meds and had a high viral load. That made me want his loads even more. He'd been fucking me for months at that point and I'd gone through at least one round of HIV testing and still tested neg, so I figured the PrEP was working, and saying 'no' to him felt like closing the barn door after the cows had left – if he was gonna infect me, it would have happened already, right? So every time he'd come over I'd use one of the little rooms where we're allowed to do private 1-on-1s and beg him to knock me up and poz me (I didn't want the other guys in the house to hear me begging to be pozzed). I mean he was pretty hot and I was totally into him, and part of me really wanted to be poz. I thought he'd make the perfect "poz papi". But he's been fucking me for almost a year now. Why am I just now testing poz? Nick, the guy who runs the house, and his doctor sat me down and told me that, on top of being poz, my strain is Truvada-resistant – which is how I managed to poz everyone else in the house. But if Felix had been meds-resistant wouldn't he have infected me sooner? So now we gotta go tell the guys that I pozzed them. I'm not sure if I'm gonna get beaten up or if it's gonna turn into some huge poz orgy… Wish me luck! [To be continued…]

More than one person died. Yes, one insurrectionist who refused repeated orders from the Capitol Police to not enter the building "fucked around and found out", as they say. I feel bad for her family's loss but not bad for her being so dumb as to disobey a police order with guns pointed at her head. And actually three other protesters died, one trampled to death by her fellow protesters, the other two by a stroke and a heart attack brought on by the melee. Five police officers died: one of complications of injuries received in the attack; the other four by suicide shortly afterward, with the circumstances of the riot almost certain a primary factor. I realize that some asswipes here don't consider police suicides to be actual problems, but here we are. As for accepting a presidential pardon, especially a pre-emptive one: It means, for someone like, say, Fauci or Cheney that they don't have to hire several high-powered lawyers that bill $1,500/hour to fight all the fucking bullshit that Trump promised to unleash on them. If you were looking at legal bills that could bankrupt your family and you were offered a pardon that meant those bills would never happen, you'd take it too, guaranteed. You said "When you accept a Pre emptive Presidential Pardon, you are admitting guilt even before charges have been laid against." That's untrue. I'm not going to say it's a lie because a lie is a deliberate falsehood, and I don't know whether you're deliberately saying something know is false, or you're just gullible enough to believe that this widely circulated piece of shit is actually good law. It's not. Accepting a pardon is NOT an admission of guilt. The fact that Trump is stupid enough to believe it doesn't make it true. But let's assume that's true: That means ALL those people who Trump pardoned in 2021 on his way out the door, including Mike Flynn, Joe Arpaio, Dinesh D'Souza, Bernard Kerik, Paul Manafort, Roger Stone, Stephen Bannon, and - oh, let's not forget - Charles Kushner, who hired a hooker to seduce his brother, and filmed it, then threatened to release the film to his brother's wife, to keep the brother from testifying against him in his massive fraud trial (where he was in fact found guilty). So, by your logic, all these people are admitting their guilt. Right?

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For those who are interested, his cousin Caroline Kennedy (who was US Ambassador to Japan under President Obama and to Australia under President Biden, and who is the only surviving child of President John F. Kennedy) wrote a letter to the members of the US Senate regarding her cousin's nomination to be DHHS secretary. Among a few choice bits: She is not surprised that he keeps birds of prey as pets, because he, like his birds, is a predator; he used to drop mice and baby chickens into a blender when they were teens to feed his birds; Growing up, his basement room was "the" place where all of his siblings and cousins could score drugs (several of whom died of overdoses); He's gotten rich off his crusade against vaccination, and he intends to continue being a plaintiff in a lawsuit challenging a vaccine (ie if he wins, he makes money) even if he's confirmed as DHHS Secretary; Even though he's a crusader against vaccines, all his own kids were vaccinated. Several Republican senators seem uneasy about voting to confirm him, and not just on what passes for the moderate wing of the party. Hard-right members are being pushed by outside forces claiming Jr. is still essentially a Democrat and will betray Trump. Infighting is wonderful.

NOTE: This entry has a strong focus on character development by looking into the past with a bit more emphasis on Thomas. Though sex and the mention of drugs are a part of this entry, what follows below gives more insight into the dynamics between Nelson and Thomas and how they developed their sexual identities. This is a long entry Nelson fell backwards onto his bed and closed his eyes. The soft comforter was cool and inviting on his naked and freshly showered body. He tried clearing his mind, but every time hewas on the brink of that blissful blankness Raymond crashed his thoughts. Raymond, an airplane falling from the sky, engulfed in flames, spinning out of control and heading straight for the one responsible for altering its trajectory. Nelson opened his eyes and saw Thomas standing at the end of the bed smiling down at his friend. “He’s a real piece of work, huh?” Thomas said as he placed a joint in his mouth and sat on the floor just below Nelson, his back against the bedframe and mattress. He lit the joint and took two deep drags before holding it up for Nelson to accept. Nelson gladly accepted and took two hits before passing it back to Nelson. “He’s….,” Nelson couldn’t finish, all that came to mind was that burning, spinning ball of flame getting closer and closer and all he could do was look up. “Ungrateful,” Thomas said, finishing Nelson’s thought as he passed the joint back to his friend. “Yep,” Nelson agreed, taking another hit, “definitely ungrateful.” He began to feel is dick grow. “And enraging,” Thomas continued as he took the joint back from Nelson, thinking of what Raymond’s back would look like after a few strikes of his leather belt. Nelson smiled in agreement before reaching down and rubbing his fingertips through Thomas’ jet-black hair. Thomas closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. “The kid’s gorgeous though,” Nelson said. “He sure the fuck is,” Thomas agreed, “but he’s also a fucking problem.” Thomas reluctantly shook his head to get Nelson to stop his fingers from running through his hair then effortlessly stood and hopped over his friend before landing face-up on the bed next to him. The two lay there in silence, each unaware that they were referring to two entirely different problems caused by one boy who lay, still bound, in a room down the hall. *** It would be a safe bet to say that Nelson and Thomas were each other’s closest friend. Many assumed they were dating due to the affection they showed each other. They could go days without a text or a call. They could also be found at the other’s place for days at a time, each inviting an unsuspecting bottom (or soon-to-be bottom) over, comparing notes, taking delight as their victim limps and sulks to his waiting Uber. For them, breaking a bottom means breaking his spirit. It didn’t always happen but they always tried. The two met about 4 years ago when Nelson had moved to town to begin his freshman year at the local university. Nelson was 19and Thomas was just a few weeks shy of his 24th birthday. Thomas had been invited to a cumdump’s hotel room to drop aload. He couldn’t resist a cummy hole and given the serious case of blue balls he had he was primed to breed and hopefully get some aggression out. “But not too much,” he reminded himself over and over. His appetites verged on the unhinged and he had been taking special care to unleash only on those who wanted it rather than making the decision for the unsuspecting trick. It was an exercise in restraint and every slut he encountered could be the unlucky one, a thought that drove him wild. Unpredictability was one of Thomas’ greatest skills. He got off on the chaotic mania, a skill he continuously honed on his quest to his own self-fulfillment. Although Thomas began his sexual journey later in life compared to many other men his age, he always knew what made him complete on the inside: undoing the masculine. Thomas’ first taste came at an early age and was far from sexual, but it was the moment that made him into what he is today. When Thomas was 6 years old his mother married a mechanic named Daryl. Thomas’ father wasn’t out of the picture, but his mother often prevented Thomas from seeing him, making remarks about how he wasn’t a “real man.” This was a common phrase Thomas heard almost every time he brought up the topic of his dad. And when she married Daryl she made it clear that Daryl was a “real man,” someone who could provide for them. To Thomas, Daryl was lazy, mean and nothing at all like the person he remembered his father to be. Although cruel to his mom, she never stopped singing his praises. Thomas’ mother’s fixation on masculinity was a constant in his life. It all finally came to a head on Thomas’ 9th birthday. Thomas was running around their backyard when he started to hear the whispers. “He cut the cake?!?” “He’s actually eating it in front of Thomas?” “I think he even lit the candle…” As he looked around at the adults he felt the unease as their eyes avoided his. He went to investigate. Perhaps he was expecting a neat block to be missing but even at his age he was shocked to see the entire cake cut in half, with one half having fallen on to the table and the other looked as if a hand had taken a piece. Thomas stomped to his stepdad who was sitting in his favorite lawn chair and before he could even get close enough to say a single word, his stepdad began to laugh. It was an obvious manufactured laugh meant to mock. “Happy birthday, buddy! It’s called quality control!” He bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear, producing the same forced laugh. Thomas turned and saw that all eyes were on him. The only word that came to mind was “cowards.” He turned back to his stepdad, but he couldn’t find the words. “Don’t worry, kiddo, you can still relight the candle,” Daryl said as he reached over to his plate and tossed a burned candle in the shape of an ‘9’ to his stepson causing him to force out more laughs. Thomas saw red, tears running down his face. He ran into the kitchen hoping his mom, would do something, anything, but she was no use, giving different versions of the same excuse: “It’s only a cake…,” “No one wants to see a boy cry…,” “He works hard, he deserves cake…” Thomas stood in the kitchen alone, his mom saying she will go get him a piece of cake to eat inside because “you’re embarrassing me.” He watched her step out the backdoor, giving a quick kiss to her husband before she returned with Thomas’ cake, grabbing a fork from the kitchen drawer. “Make sure not to throw this away like the plastic ones,” she turned and left her son alone, standing in their empty kitchen while his party continued outside. Thomas looked out the back screen door and saw his stepdadstill sitting in his lawn chair, his back to Thomas, not a care in the world. Thomas studied the fork in his hand before putting it back in the drawer his mom had taken it from and then grabbed a small paring knife that sat next to the fork slot in the same drawer. Without thinking he bolted out the door and with all of his 9-year-old might, he brought down the 3-inch blade directly on Daryl’s left hand that was on the arm rest. He heard a “clink” and realized the blade went through his stepdad’s entire hand. Daryl’s howls of pain caused Thomas to laugh. He remembered Daryl’s fake, forced laughs. He tried imitating them, though theyturned to real laughs when he saw the look on Daryl’s face as he realized exactly what Thomas was doing. Chaos ensued. Daryl lunged at the 9-year-old but got tripped up by his own lawn chair. Thomas laughed even more. His mom didn’t know what to do so she began shaking him by the shoulders, screaming as Daryl had tears of pain running down his cheeks as he lay on the ground. Thomas’ friends trying to see what happened, their parents pulling them away even as they themselves craned their necks to see. Years later Thomas found out that his best friend’s dad had stopped anyone from calling 911 and threatened Daryl with further violence if he ever saw him act that way again. He didn’t have the words for it then but seeing that he had the power to diminish a “real man” stuck with him. His childhood found him bullying the bullies, constantly trying to one-up the alpha jocks he encountered in school and rebelling against the male authority figures in his life. As puberty set in, the punches and kicks he landed on the macho bullies stirred somethingwithin him that felt as natural as the sunrise. He asked his best friend once if he ever felt the same way. He avoided the subject when his friend called him a freak. He began picking fights, often targeting those much bigger and burlier than him and often winning. His reputation as a menace was only diminished by his reputation as someone never to fuck with. He’d often run home at a full sprint and feverishly jack off as he remembered the men twice his size doubled over in pain. Never once did he feel ashamed or embarrassed by these feelings though he knew to avoid talking publicly about them.Once he discovered the absolute bliss of pummeling a man with his cock and then discarding them, he never looked back. While he eventually grew out of only fucking masculine men, he found that sex without the ability to make a man feel like he lost part of himself to Thomas made the experience incomplete. As he approached the hotel room of the cumdump he chatted with earlier, he had high hopes he would get what he wanted. Thomas rarely had chances these days to fuck a hole how he wanted, not since he roughed up that kid Toby about a year and half ago. That was a beautiful mistake. He didn’t have to move to a new town, but it seemed like the best option. He was slowly getting into his groove in this new town and wanted to spread his sadistic wings and fly. But he was cautious. He couldn’t take;it had to be given. He knocked on the cumdump’s hotel room door expecting the 26-year-old Latin muscle twunk to greet him, but he was surprised when the cumdump didn’t answer the door, instead it was a naked and sweaty white boy who didn’t look older than 18. Thomas began to let his imagination run wild as this hunk of a young man stood in the open doorway for all to see. He was the embodiment of masculinity and Thomas wanted nothing more than to drag him out by the hair into the parking lot, bend him over his hood use him good before throwing him in his trunk and takin him to some abandoned cabin in the wood. His eyes were wild with lust. Nelson knew the look this stranger was giving him; it was a look he gave many times when he wanted to ruin a hole before ruining their life; it was the look of a predator waiting to pounce and devour. He received similar looks from men who wanted nothing more than wreck a 19-year-old, but the tan stranger in front of him was a reflection that Nelson hadn’t quite seen in any man before. He recognized something familiar. Nelson had never once desired to get fucked and made sure those around him knew it. He often had to resort to gut punches and left hooks to the jaw to get his point across when wandering hands and fingers thought they could persuade him. The way he had been sought after in the last year was empowering. He quickly learned how to get what he wanted and when he crossed a line by being too rough he would simply blame his age. “I’m sorry, I am still new at this,” worked like a charm but he knew it wouldn’t work forever. But that time wasn’t now. Nelson had no problem exploiting his own youth to get his way and had no plans to stop. Meeting his new guest’s hungry leer, Nelson quipped, “Not gonna happen,” while offering a wide smile. It was disarming. He gave a quick once over to the tanned young man in front of him who couldn’t be much older than himself. Nelson noticed a small sense of disappointment in the stranger, but he also saw an edge to him, and he wanted to see where this could go. He assumed his new guest was a top the cumdump invited but had failed to mention this to Nelson. He let his eyes linger on the new guest’s crotch before he heard him clear his throat. He looked at his guest, and without missing a beat he continued, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” Nelsonstepped aside so Thomas could have a look into room. He saw the cumdump on his back with his hands stretched above his head tied to the base of the headboard. Although he was lying flat he looked like he wasn’t comfortable. Thomas licked his lips as his dick began to grow when he noticed the bandana-turned-gag. Nelson pulled his new friend into the hotel room and made introductions as he began to remove Thomas’ clothes. “I’m Nelson,” he said removing Thomas’ shirt before moving down to unbutton the jeans, “and that slut’s name isn’t important,” he said gesturing behind him with real disdain. Thomas’ heart skipped a beat. “Thomas,” was all he could get out without looking at the tied up cumdump who looked like he had been put through an ordeal. The makeshift gag in his mouth was drenched in sweat and drool, his arms tied, but limp, eyes closed as he caught his breath. He was transfixed by this young hunk of a man who was expertly removing his clothes. He admired his smooth skin but as a warning sign appeared. “Hold up,” Thomas reached down and gently grabbed the stud by the chin and cupped it, so he was looking at him and then lifted his arm. Nelson obliged and stood as Thomas held his chin, “How old are you,” Thomas asked, inches from Nelson’s face. Nelson rolled his eyes. He knew why he was being asked but he thought it was obvious he was of legal age. “19,” he said flatly. He tried to get back to undressing his guest, but Thomas reached out and gripped Nelson’s left wrist, causing him to meet Thomas’ gaze one more. Nelson felt the grip getting tighter. His cock swelled. He knew exactly what Thomas was doing and the connection he felt grew stronger, even if Thomas wasn’t quite aware of it yet. “Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he said calmly as if giving Nelson advice. Thomas smirked, but his expression quickly turned to surprise. “Oh,” was all Thomas could get out before he felt Nelson gently but firmly grab his crotch. Nelson had Thomas’ attention. He stepped in and nuzzled his guest’s neck. After a few nuzzles, Nelson reached Thomas’ left ear and whispered, “I think we both have a lot to learn about each other,” he squeezed a bit harder, “but more importantly, I think we have a lot to learn from each other.” Nelson punctuated his sentence by slowly making his way down Thomas’ body, placing kisses every few inches along the decent. Thomas was caught of guard. He shivered. Thomas was tempted to place his hands on Nelson’s head as he undressed him but stopped himself. This kid was different. His confidence was accompanied by something that Thomas recognized but couldn’t quite place. Then it hit him. There was a darkness that was overshadowed by his youth. No, not overshadowed. He used his youth to camouflage the darkness and would remove the sheep’s clothing when jaws firmly had his prey. He looked down as Nelson began untying his shoes. That was no 19-year-old submitting to some stranger by offering to undress him. No, that’s a real predator using his talents to put me at ease. But Thomas was no prey, and Nelson had no intention to strike. In moments Nelson had Thomas’ pants off, standing there with a stiff rod in his boxer briefs. They both took a few moments to look each other up and down. It was electric and familiar and complimentary. Thomas pulled Nelson to him and the two began to kiss passionately. Both thinking they had never been kissed like this before. Thomas broke the kiss. He was panting, he was in overdrive. Everything around them was on fire. He reached down and grabbed Nelson’s perfect 9-incher, stroking slowly while whispering. “That faggot needs to regret everything about this day when we are done with him.” Nelson’s eyes filled with something sinister. He was exactly right about Thomas. “Take him to the brink,” Thomas was now giving long and deliberate strokes to his new friend. “Take him to the edge,” he continued stroking, his own breath shallow. “Take him to the edge,” he squeezed, “then throw that fucker off.” Nelson didn’t smile, he didn’t respond with moans or sighs. He just nodded in agreement before straddling the bound twunk, one hand clamping hard on his left nipple and the other giving two quick slaps across the face. The cumdump arched his back in surprise but Thomas heard the unmistakable moan. “We are going to find out if you are going to sink or swim,” Nelson said as he gave one more slap before scooting back and placing the slut’s legs on his shoulders. He saw there was a bit of excitement in the cumdump’s eyes. “This has nothing to do with you.” In one quick jab Nelson was all the way in. The cumdump pulled at the rope keeping him tied and arched his back. He had the slut’s attention. He withdrew completely before thrusting in, harder this time. The cumdump’s eyes bulged. “You’re nothing but a prop.” Nelson was no pulling all the way out and shoving in. Over and over. The cumdump was grunting, eyes screwed shut. He might have been getting a dick he craved but Nelson was making sure it was on his terms. Nelson got on his haunches; the slut almost doubled over. He placed both hands on the cumslut’s throat and choked him without restraint. It only last 3-4 seconds but real fear was seen in the slut’s eyes. He pulled at the rope trying to get free, even after Nelson let up. He looked over at Thomas, mumbling through the gag. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, still pulling at his restraints. Thomas put on an expression of concern and stood. “Yo, Nels,” he placed a hand on Nelsons shoulder. The cumslut looked hopeful and Nelson turned. Thomas recognized the same fake sincerity. “Too much,” he asked, slowing down the onslaught, barely loosening his grip. They both looked at the slut below them, shaking his head in agreement. “Not enough.” Thomas spat on the boy’s face, Nelson gripped tight enough to put the fear back in him, but not enough to stop the air flow. He resumed his fucking, fast and deadly. “I’m not stopping until I see the tip of my dick coming out your throat.” Nelson was inches from the slut’s face, the vivid imagery registering in his eyes as Nelson’s tried as hard as he could to make that statement a reality. Thomas closed his eyes and listened to the blissful grunts and groans. The two bonded over their own pleasure in making that cumdump feel like nothing more than a means to an end. They spent the next 6 hours abusing the bound cumdump, but it was obvious that they were focused on each other, egging each other on and seeing who could take things a step further than the other. Each getting harder and more determined in their onslaught as the cumdump’s moans were never true moans of pleasure, they danced on the edge of pain. Nelson and Thomas in charge of the tempo and tune. Those 6 hours were a lesson on prolong discomfort. Nelson had yet to discover partying at that time, and Thomas had thought he was going to do a quick pump and dump, so he arrived with no party supplies; the two used that cumdump fueled only by adrenaline and their own egos. They fed off each other pushed each other. Hour 6 saw the cumdump’s moans transform into guttural sounds that sang of surrender. He had given up, his resolve a distant memory, a fact not lost on Nelson as he was on the slut once more punishing deep into the cumdump, feeling the warm load Thomas had just deposited and roughly fingered in before Nelson resumed his position. He looked down at the dejected slut below him who was now just going through the motions, hoping it would be over soon.The corners of his mouth red after having the makeshift gag in his mouth for hours. He looked at his bound hands, now doubt stinging due to the constant pulling and struggling to get free.He placed his chest on the cumdump’s back as his bodyweight pressed him into to the mattress, making a point to remember the heat and the sweat between the two. The cumdump moaned and tried to shift his own weight to get Nelson off of him. Nelson took the opportunity distract him and began to bite and nibble on the cumdump’s shoulder, each bite getting more forceful than the last. The cumdump inadvertently began to buck his own ass onto Nelson’s invading cock. “You wanted these dicks and now you have them,” Nelson growled to as he slowed down his strokes. Thomas sat next to them, his cock hard once again, slowly stroking, taking delight in the cumdump wanting this to end. The slow strokes were a relief to the cumdump, this was a welcome rest as the only thing moving were Nelson’s hips. Nelson felt the body below him relax and moan in pleasure. He looked up at Thomas, they both had the same thought. Finally, after hours of fucking, Thomas reached over and untied the slut while Nelson removed the bandana gag. The cumdump gave a huge sigh of relief. He brought his arms to his side and basked in the relief. He flexed his jaw, happy to have his mouth free. But the relief was very short lived. Nelson grabbed the bandana, pulled the slut’s arms behind his back and tied them together at the wrists and pinned them with his right hand for good measure. With his left hand he grabbedthe cumdump’s throat and pulled back and up, causing the cumdump to arch his back painfully. The cumdump groaned in pain, his eyes, once again, pleading to Thomas. He tried saying something but between the pressure Nelson had on his throat and him being bent backwards, the words never came. Thomas stood on the bed and jacked his dick directly in front of the cumdump finding himself as aroused as ever with the performance Nelson was putting on. Thomas looked into the slut’s eyes and continued to silently beg and plead for it to be over. Thomas shook his head letting the cumdump know that the end wasn’t quite upon them yet. “You fucking love this,” Thomas said. “This is all you ever wanted.” Thomas saw the internal struggle happening below him. He continued stroking his dick, this time taking a soothing tone, “Tomorrow you’re going to text your loser friends and tell them how hot this was.” Thomas stopped stroking and kneeled on the bed to get up to the cumslut’s face. “You are going to think about this night for the rest of your life, aren’t you?” He was staring right into Thomas’ eyes, the word “Yes” written all over them. “If we stopped now, you would just find someone else to fuck your loose and sloppy hole, wouldn’t you?” The cumdump tried nodding yes, but Nelson held firm. Thomas’ tone began to change. “You’re nothing but a disgusting faggot.” The words cut into the slut. “And after today, no one is going to want you.” The cumdump whimpered. Thomas stood and began jacking his cock satisfied and hopeful he’d hit on one of the slut’s insecurities. Nelson watched as Thomas began picking up the pace. He leaned forward and tightened his grip on the cumdump’s throat. He heard the discomfort escape his lips and felt it as the cumdump tense and tried to squirm. “This is the price you have to pay,” Nelson said as he left all reason behind and began to lay into the cumdump, gripping tighter, pulling back harder. The cumdump was almost at his breaking point but Nelson’s words gave the cumdump a new sense of purpose. Nelson felt him squeeze his loose and sloppy hole as best he could. “Fucking worthless whore,” Nelson shoved the slut forward and released his arms. “Everything he said was right.” Nelson placed his hand on the sluts neck and spit on his face. “This is the best you’re ever going to have,” He gripped the neck tighter, pounding in and out. “Savor it,” Nelson licked the side of his face, “Because this is the closest you’re ever going to get to anyone loving you,” He felt the slut tense below him. “And we both fucking hate you.” Nelson shoved in one last time and unleashed another powerful orgasm. The cumdump moaned and croaked words resembling pleasure. Thomas was on his knees jacking his cock inches from the sluts face. Nelson’s words turned him on, and Thomas felt the orgasm. “This load belongs down your throat, whore.” The cumslut opened his eyes, Nelson still buried in his guts. He opened his mouth. “No,” Thomas picked up the pace. “I need to hear you say it.” The cumdump looked confused. “Tell us your not,” Thomas’ breathing picked up. “Tell us you’re not worthy of being loved.” The cumdump’s eyes got big, Thomas glanced at Nelson as he saw him hold back his approval of Thomas’ question. They both knew it was a stretch to ask something like this, but they were nearing the end and might as well try to do some damage. Nelson flexed his cock inside the cumdump. “Say it, faggot.” “I’m not worthy of love.” Thomas and Nelson hear real sadness. They had hoped for tears. “We know,” Thomas said. He stopped jacking his dick, walked around the bed and pulled Nelson into a deep kiss. The made out for a few moments before Thomas broke it off and began looking for his clothes. The cumdump was nothing but a tool to bring them together and he achieved his purpose. The might have fumbled there at the end by not really fucking with the slut’s head, but this was a learning experience. Their kinship was born from something dark, something dangerous, something hungry. Nelson was correct, this cumdump paid the price for their connection. He may have gotten the cock and loads he had hoped for, but Thomas and Nelson hoped he also left with less self-worth and doubts about his future. The spell was broken when the cumdump began grinding his ass back into Nelson’s slowly deflating cock. Nelson gave his ass a sharp and swift slap. “You fuck,” he spat, causing the cumdump to freeze. “I thought you knew this wasn’t about you.” Nelson began to pull outslowly. He was proud of himself and impressed by Thomas, by what they had done and what they had tried to do. This was a new feeling. He watched his dick slide out of the used hole with a small river of cum following. He issued another smack, but this time to the side of the cumdump’s head. “Keep that hole closed, faggot.” He felt the cumdump clench and he couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. Thomas was sitting, getting his clothes together. He was becoming hard again. He looked from the spent cumdump still breathing heavily on the bed to Nelson who had walked over to the cumdump’s suitcase and began wiping down his sweaty and cum-splattered crotch with one of the clean shirts he found. Thomas realized that Nelson was responsible for most of his arousal that evening. The beefcake of a 19-year-old was seemingly cut from the same cloth as himself and both of them realized this well before they shot their final load. Nelson caught Thomas looking at him and flexed his semi-hardcock before reaching into the suitcase and grabbing a handful of clean clothes and tossing them at Thomas so he could clean himself off. Thomas looked at the cumdump who was now snoring. He looked at Nelson and both began to laugh. “We pushed him off the cliff and he didn’t sink.” Nelson heard a tinge of disappointment in Thomas’ words and felt the same. Thomas began to dress while Nelson stepped into the bathroom to take a leak. When he exited he saw that Thomas was mostly dressed and moving to exit the room. Nelson felt a wave of panic. He had hoped to get Thomas’ number and maybe shoot the shit, but he was now out the door. Nelson heard the click as the door closed. He looked down at the sleeping cumdump and became angry with him for Thomas’ speedy exit. He resisted the urge to slap him once more. “Maybe if I hurry, I can catch him,” Nelson thought as he raced to get dressed. Nelson shoved his foot into his shoe and was out the door not giving any thought to the sleeping cumdump. He couldn’t have taken more than 3 or 4 minutes to get out the door after Thomas. Nelson looked left and right searching for movement, but he didn’t see Thomas anywhere. He scanned the parking lot looking for any signs of life. After a few moments he gave up and made his way to his car. Uncharacteristically and even surprising himself, he decided to try searching for Thomas one more time. Since he didn’t see any movement in the parking lot he thought maybe he had walked. Nelson walked passed his car and made his way to the edge of the parking lot where the sidewalk began. If Thomas did walk he would probably see him as this was the only sidewalk connected to the hotel. Nelson reached the sidewalk but saw no sign of Thomas anywhere. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret as he turned around to make his way to his car. That was the hottest fuck session he had ever experienced and wanted to let his partner in debauchery know it. He had never had that type of connection with other tops. Is this the feeling bottoms felt when they would text asking when they could fuck again and never getting a reply? The thought made Nelson uneasy. He didn’t view Thomas as an object of sexual desire, but he alsocouldn’t place the feeling in his chest. He stepped back onto the parking lot and gave one final survey. Nothing. Nelson mumbled to himself as he reached for his keys, “Dude’s a fucking ghost…” “Hey fucker.” Nelson swung around in a flash and had his fists up ready to swing if needed. He relaxed when he saw Thomas sitting at a picnic bench a few feet away, smoking a cigarette. He was hidden by the darkness of the trees that all but engulfed the table. He smiled more than he had wanted as he walked toward Thomas, asking for a cigarette as he did so. Thomas was smiling goofily, tilting his head slightly as if he knew something Nelson didn’t. Thomas’ eyes flicked toward the direction of the hotel. Nelson froze. Realization choked the air out of his lungs. He turned around and looked toward the hotel room they had just left. He panicked. Thomas had a clear view of the parking lot and anyone else who might be exiting their room. He turned back to Thomas and then turned back to the parking lot. Thomas had seen searching for him. He turned slowly to see Thomas with that same stupid smile. “Was little rabbit getting nervous he would never see me again?” Thomas’ voice was inviting and surprisingly jovial, free of mockery. He took a drag, waiting for Nelson to say something. “I wasn’t…,” Nelson tried saying. “Shut the fuck up,” Thomas interrupted. Nelson heard the lightness in his voice once again which let him relax a bit. Thomas pulled a cigarette from his pack but instead of handing it to Nelson, he put it in his mouth and lit it with the cigarette he had been smoking. A few puffs and he was satisfied, motioning for Nelson to come closer. He handed the fresh smoke to Nelson. They made eye contact and Thomas made the effort to soften his gaze. He continued, “If it matters, I was actually waiting for you. I was hoping to get your number.” The embarrassment faded away and he relaxed. He smiled and handed his phone to Thomas. Perhaps it was because they were so close in age and discovered that they had very similar desires and fantasies, but the pair sat on the table, exchanging stories for almost an hour. Each story allowing the other to feel validated in their sexual desires. They both expressed a need to have control. They both admitted that this feeling was a part of who they were at their core, and it felt natural to have it be part of their sex life. They admitted to the difficulties that came with trying to embrace this identity, especially since both young and had no desire to seek out advice or guidance of others. They rolled their eyes at the label of “domtop” even though such a descriptor helped move conversations along. But most importantly they found in each other a hunting partner who would gladly help the other ruin a boy on any given day. Even as they figured out they were gay early on in life, they knew they weren’t like anyone else. They never felt regret, each telling stories of taking things too far in order to get what they wanted. Thomas added a correction after hearing Nelson talk of an instance where he “took things too far.” “There is no such thing as taking things ‘too far’,” he turned to Nelson and was within inches of his face and continued, “Not anymore.” Thomas made sure his words registered before diving in and giving his new friend a deep and sloppy kiss. The two made out for a few minutes before Nelson pulled away. “Fuck yeah,” Nelson barely whispered. They had awoken something in each other, giving themselvesthe permission they needed to no longer be subdued in their fantasies and desires and to take the things that most men had no intention of giving away. Thomas stood to signal he was ready to go. He turned to Nelson, but his new friend stared ahead, the gears turning, his jaw clenched. “You serious about you just said? No bullshit?” Nelson asked. Not missing a beat and with zero hesitation Thomas replied, “100%.” Nelson reached over and initiated another deep kiss. He pulled back and held Thomas’ head in his hands. “Good,” Nelson stood and put out his cigarette. “Let’s go.” Nelson was a few strides ahead before Thomas caught up. He wondered where Nelson was going but their destination became clear as they found themselves at the hotel room they had left over an hour ago. Thomas felt his dick begin to grow as Nelson gave the door 4 firm knocks. He was about to knock again but they saw a light flick on. A disheveled young man opened the door, dried cum on his forehead, hair matted, still in his jockstrap that smelled of piss and cum. It took him a moment to register the situation. His eyes grew large as the two wolves before him sneered. Thomas and Nelson saw fear in his eyes. Their dicks grew harder as the cumdump just stared. Nelson saw him look down and that was all he needed. He was theirs. The two stepped into the room, shedding their clothes as the cumdump closed the door behind them unsure of what was going to happen. *** Thomas and Nelson laid in silence, enjoying the quiet. Nelson didn’t give much thought to what Thomas had just said. The more he considered it the more he agreed. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. He and Thomas were close and he… Nelson sat up and looked at Thomas and looked down at where Thomas was previously sitting. The joint wasn’t finished. Thomas had snuffed it out like a cigarette. He wasted more than half a joint of some good shit. He turned back to Thomas, who was staring blankly at the ceiling. “Why did you stop me from rubbing your scalp just now?” Thomas was silent. Nelson flipped through the last 10 minutes trying to find it. He looked at Thomas. Thomas turned and looked back. Nelson tried again, carefully going over everything that had just been said in the room. Thomas was worried about something. Then it hit him. ”Raymond,” was all he said. Thomas turned his blank gaze back to the ceiling and gave a slight nod. For the first time in their friendship a tension was building between them. Nelson joined Thomas by staring blankly at the ceiling. Thomas broke the silence first, “For the record, it’s not about love or affection.” Nelson knew this, so why even mention it like that. He thought about the possibilities he saw for Raymond. But for the kid to have any worth to Nelson he would have to be stripped of everything that made him him and he would have to want it to happen. These were new waters. It wasn’t impossible. Id he and Thomas weren’t on the same page, then what the hell was Thomas thinking…? Thomas waited a beat. He knew Nelson would get there. He turned his head waiting for Nelson to ask. As he turned, ready to ask what he had in mind, Thomas beat him to it. “The kid isn’t even in his prime. He could make us some good money over the next few years.” Thomas flashed his familiar grin waiting for Nelson to say something.

Love hearing mine called pussy or cunt!

Me ex used to run to the bathroom immediately after I pulled out. He explained that he hated the feeling of liquified cum dripping out. I often tried to unload when we were pressed for time, so he had no opportunity to squeeze it out. Based on what he said, it felt like a lot more cum than there was and he thought it would leak through his pants and be visible to anyone looking at him. It never did, but I'd sometimes ask "What's that spot on your pants" if I wanted to throw him into a panic. Why no, I have no idea why I'm single 🙂

I have an Addiction to Ex-Cons! There is something so hot about them. I've dated a few (even married one) and fucked a lot of them!

Ok. I love this perspective you know exactly what you want and what works for you… Maybe it would play out differently between us, or maybe NOT… but ALL i know as a TOP is full service —is keeping you there emotionally, physically as equal until you allow me to dominate you, we spend the whole evening clowning around trading stories, trying on gear, roll playing, making out. And it’s your call, go through with it or NOT… and you see that I’m a good guy, and that this is about taking responsibility for ourselves and each other, because the intensity of the situation goes off the charts, and I’m going to make you feel vulnerable. And I’m gonna push that line, until you allow yourself to be overcome. I don’t want it to be easy. You shouldn’t necessarily enjoy every second of it, but you’ll never question who’s in control, and you be back the nextweekend and the one after that…

Commando here. Feel too good

Stayed at the gay paradise of Toronto the Chelsea Hotel. I was looking for at least 7 loads to complete the load count of 100 for 2024. First load was from a 7.5 in cock from another hotel guest whose gf was getting ready for their dinner night. Then 2 friends from the Gay Village on their way home after drinks. 3rd was a tall 6ft 3in 8.5in thick cock. 4th was a Grindr load and 5th and 6th from the same guy. It was already 130 AM and stepped out for a smoke to find a hot security guy who worked at the hotel. Explained what I was upto and he stopped by during his break to fuck 2 loads out of me back to back and load me with his. Finally reached my 100 load count of 2024 but still horny with a smoothly gaping hole from the fuck session.

I never use a condom since my first time and never wll. I was born to fuck and breed ass and pussies

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

Or was he different? Like the rest of the initiates, his cunt had been made. What follows is a series of rites to determine one's rank within the brotherhood. It is customary for novices to have their rank set by the Brotherhood prior to initiation. A new Brother is expected to obey and respect the regime that has been made specifically for him. I was curious to see the plan set out for Brandon. I came to release my seed into him almost a little before it had been 30 minutes. A feat that I'd say I was proud of given the amount of T I've consumed. A combination of Brandon's voice & the sound of my balls slapping onto him fast tracked my orgasm. The final thrusts leading up to my climax forced out an eruption. A groan so loud that it took me by surprise. I saw the web of veins trickling with sweat from my forehead down to the neck popping. Once my seed was drained, I needed to catch my breathe. All Brandon could verbalize were repetitions of "Fuck" and "Oh My God". I could tell he was satiated from the smirk he held with eyes closed. His lips too were shut but his breathed remained trembling. As soon as the restraints were loosen, I sealed his cunt with another steel plug. I wiped his body with a towel, congratulating him with my arms wrapped in a cradle. It wasn't long before I thoroughly scrubbed him in the shower to also give him a shave. Besides the eyebrows, he was shaved close to completion. Right down to the scalp, not a strand of hair stuck out of his polished head. The Brotherhood requires Brothers to adhere to the rule of maintaining a skinhead for a full year. Its purpose was to facilitate elder Brothers to impart their knowledge at any opportunity when they are in proximity. Novices must acquiesce. Failure to yield would result in rank stagnation. I remember 5 months in as a novice. Fresh & full of high viral load, I was in demand. A monthly gathering had been held in another part of this warehouse. I was still the latest Brother. On a dais, Samael sat on an upholstered chair in the center. Ben stood to his left and Paul, another Brother of equal rank to his right. The rest of us formed a curve that met from one end of the platform to the other, forming a semicircle. The gathering was heading to another direction. It was stricter than the previous ones. It became apparent the moment I felt Samael's gaze and nod. My shoulders were held and pulled up by the Brother to my left and right. I was brought out of the file to face Samael's feet. My knees were on the floor while my chin was right at the edge of the platform. In a jock, my arms were pulled back with a long bar placed in between my wrists and my ankle. It served as a restrain that exposed my hole. The room turned silent when Samael raised his right hand. "Let us remind our younger Brother that there is still...so much more for him to learn, to appreciate the beauty of our beliefs." Paul then spoke a word in Latin followed by another two or three that merged to a chant which brought all the brothers to sing in unison. It was ominous. Though I wasn't touched, I felt tremors. Ben then approached with a box to reveal a gas mask. Right before securing it on my head, we locked eyes. A blank stare of pity that turned to pride when he nodded with a wide smile to the rest of my Brothers. A series of tubes latched onto my mask. Without a warning, smoke started to fill in, forcing me to inhale it to avoid my eyes from stinging. I could barely see Samael above from the smoke. I did catch a glimpse of Paul turning a nozzle that controlled the flow of the amount of smoke entering in me. Once it came to a halt, I was rejuvenated. My hole started to bloom, in and out I feel the inner rings protruding. I knew I had to cunt myself out again. Ben validated my thoughts when he declared the importance of ensuring one's hole was properly cunted. "A fine cunt is when it's not too tight or too loose, like an actual cunt. This novice's hole can do no wrong, it needs a bit of work done first. Brothers, you may proceed. " No brother was left behind. Each of them seized my hole, treating my cunt with spunk. Pulling out was forbidden. Any spillage was either devoured or fed. After my 12th brother had shot his load, I felt the circumference of my hole puffed, highlighting its transformation. By the time my 15th brother started to rim, he couldn't help but to smooch my ass lips that our brothers created. I was indebted to them.

“Because I crave cock & my hole needs cum. Any kind of cum. It’s in my nature.” “Any spun slut can say that, give me a better answer boy.” Each syllable that came out of his beautifully dick sucking lips was followed by his short breaths. “Because it’s my destiny to serve a higher purpose. The defiance to what everyone else thinks, the debauchery that it offers. The comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone in having these fantasies. Please…tell me you’re close… please..I can’t wait any longer” A decent answer that deserves to a reward. “No, not anytime soon.” Brandon’s back was glistening from the sweat. The heat was as if the sun was still up rather than it being a little after midnight. Change of plans. I instructed him to stay still while I lowered the temperature and gather some gear. My precum was less than I’d hope when I pulled out. The usual trail that would be oozing from the hole downwards was shorter. I initially entered the room to his ass up on all fours, fully nude. It would be a standard initiation I imagined. The same place where I had initiated 2 other members. No frills and procedural. Yet Brandon’s determination & approach paralleled that of mine. I had to pass the baton onto him. Favouritism was discouraged within the brotherhood for we were all equal, but many had bent the rules irrespective of rank. Samael was fond of me during the first couple of months. We would have our alone time after every gathering. The earlier members were envious and weren’t shy of it. They were 5 of them. All had joined when it was half its size. They taught me a lesson one time after a full moon ritual. We had initiated a new member who Samael brought home after. Most of us left once Samael’s gone. Perhaps it was expected that each new member would be given more attention? I had no resentment. Each of us was fair game. There was no concept of having a partner as the bond of the brotherhood transcend our past heteronormative world. As I made my exit, I was ambushed. A sudden kick to my calf dropped me onto the ground and the next thing I knew, my hands were yanked back, wrists bounded together by a rope. My feet were tied as tight in a bunch with my hands. Any attempts to scream were futile as we were in an abandoned warehouse far from the city. This is where we normally meet. The atmosphere was still and quiet. Similar industrial buildings nearby were left in destitute. Aside from the seasonal squatters, there was no sign of civilization within a mile radius. “So far you’ve had your pleasure, it’s time for you to learn what pain is” There I was on the floor, hogtied and hard rock from the humiliation. My jock couldn’t contain it. One of my captors first noticed it before drawing closer. Ben had a stocky hairy body. In addition to the leather vest and chaps, he had a pair of studded knee high boots on. Lifting his right leg, he stomped onto my lower back. I howled from the pressure of the sole digging into my flesh. He kept his foot down for a while before lifting it. A deceptive relief. Moments after the painful pressure returned but with the other leg. I howled less. The alternations had a sadistic rythm. I couldn’t predict it. I would tense up expecting another even if there wasn’t any. Once I was certain he was done, I let out an exhale. “Don’t think we’re done yet” I was paralyzed from the constrictions. It was impossible to look up or around fully. Just straight ahead. The little upward tilts I could make with my head only permitted me to see up to their waist. Any more would strain my neck. My pleas remained incomprehensible from the gag. I suddenly sensed a touch on my hole. A thumb brushing onto it. I was hard again. The thumb lifted and returned, moist before circling to ease myself. “You’re lucky to have precumed so much man, we never use lube” The thumb popped easily. Then the index finger. Finally the middle. My hole welcomed it. Whoever was fingering me knew what he was doing. I was moaning back to how I was during the ritual. The fingers started to feel coarser than before..leaving a burning sensation within me. “Really goddamn lucky to have this much precum. Have some” The gag was taken off. My mouth was liberated for a split second before being stuffed again by a cum coated hand. It was different to the one that was still working my hole. Even before joining, I was no stranger to receiving cum at any given chance. It’s what made me part of the brotherhood. The smell and the salty bitter taste in both my ends fuelled my inner pig. When the fingering came to a halt, a heightened wave of horniness swept me. My heart raced faster. Sweats formed. Granted, I had a few puffs earlier but this was unrelated. I started to huff. My breaths were deeper, heavier and louder than before. I heard snickers and Ben mentioning how fast I learn. “This one has potential fellas. Look at that fuckin body. Who knows, it could be him standing here one day” Ben crouched down to get closer. He had a sinister grin when he spoke. “From the looks of it, this doesn’t seem to be a punishment, does it? No?” I could only shake my head. The eye contact we made conveyed more than what I could verbalize. He saw the look of lust from my diluted pupils. He saw the pores on my face perspiring in hunger. He knew I had given into full submission. Before he stood up, he held my chin down to spit in it. I quietly thanked him. My hole was invaded again. This time it was inanimate. A plug I assumed. Metal. Cold contact. It easily popped in. Lighter than I expected. It was different than other plugs I’ve had. It was as if my hole was exposed, expanded in some way. What a fool I was for mistaking the tunnel for a plug. The knot that held my limbs were then adjusted. It got tighter and caused me to arch. My legs were spread wider apart. My hollow hole could feel the draft. Footsteps then followed. Ben and the rest got closer. I hear straps being unbuckled and zippers being pulled. Were they undressing? I couldn’t contain myself. I can tell my brothers were standing around me. Aside from my spun out breaths, there was dead silence. In an instant, a gush of concentrated chem piss expelled into my hole. The stream shot in an arc, its trajectory uninterrupted and precise by Ben. Not a drop wasted. The same couldn’t be said for the rest. The 3rd brother overflowed my hole. My brothers had to wait for the puddle of piss I contained to turn shallower. Not even halfway through his piss, the next person made my hole spill over again within seconds before jumping in front of me to make it drink it. I slurped with no complaints. The last one couldn’t wait and took the liberty to finish all over my back. Was it the sound of the liquid filling my hole up to the brim? Or was it the hypnotizing stench that lingered? It might also be the heat from the chems, accompanied by the piss covering most of my body. All that matters is that I was in overdrive. It was moments like this where I knew what my calling was. I couldn’t thank my brothers enough. I was left by them for a while to take everything in. Absoring not just their filthy piss but what had transpired. Not a single iota of regret nor shame. Even after sobering up, I look back with zero disgust. I wonder if Brandon could handle what I went through. I returned to Brandon with a duffle bag of goodies. I made him put on stained white jock and commanded him to spread himself eagle style on the mattress. I then took out some ropes and started to knot an anchor at each point. Brandon was proactive. He knew where to place his hands and feet within the loops. There was no turning back now…does he know what’s in store?

I'm old enough to remember that too, and I'm smart enough to have learned that some viruses (like the measles one) are fairly simple and do not routinely mutate, while others are more complex and DO mutate easily. As others have pointed out, influenza, which causes flu, mutates. There are bird flu viruses that have mutated to pass to humans, and there are some that have not. But we still have flu vaccines - which are reformulated each year to address the types of flu expected to be circulating that year. I understand that simple minds want simple explanations for everything, but life doesn't always work that way.

My boyfriend is incredibly cute. I love his perky ass and his toned torso. He's got Mediterranean roots and has tanned skin all over. His brown curly hair perches about his 7” uncut cock like a bird's nest, if you know what I mean. He's got low-hanging balls and blue-green eyes. Even though he's nearly thirty now, he's still a twink who could pass for twenty. He's a looker and never has to work out to stay in shape. A few months ago, I started going to a gym. I wanted to tighten up my body a bit and thought I wouldn't mind checking out some muscled guys in the locker room and showers... My schedule was pretty regular, and I often worked out at the same time as a really sexy hunk of a guy. After a few weeks of nodding at each other across the treadmill or bending over the same bench to tie our shoes, Mitch introduced himself to me. He was gorgeous. About six foot tall, with massive arms and a wide flat furry chest. I had only seen him with his shirt off, but I suspected he was packing a nice set of equipment in his shorts... Buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. Delicious. He told me he was in his last year of art school. We chatted it up and he invited me to lunch one weekend. I thought he was asking me out, so I told him about my boyfriend. After all, I didn't want to lead this stud on! To my surprise, he grinned and said, “The more the merrier! I'll invite my boyfriend too!” The weekend rolled around and I headed to the bar with my boyfriend to hang out with Mitch and his boyfriend. Mitch's boyfriend, Carl, was a bit older, maybe thirty, like my boyfriend, and worked in a bank. He was well-dressed, and although much smaller than Mitch, was clearly in good shape too. His fitted business shirt practically clung to his slim chest and abs. We ordered a lunch special that came with unlimited mimosas. After the third round, the conversation turned inevitably to sex. I proudly held my boyfriend's hand across the table and told Mitch and Carl about how proud we were to have a monogamous relationship. Carl smiled and said that he wished he could have that with Mitch. I was confused. Mitch abruptly changed the subject to his art studies, photography and painting. He told us about a new series of photos showing nude couples in intimate moments. He had photographed lesbian couples embracing, straight couples having foreplay, and a few gay couples 69'ing or rimming. It sounded pretty hot to me and my boyfriend and we told Mitch that we'd love to see them. My boyfriend piped up that he wouldn't mind posing together if he'd have us! I could tell that Carl was a little unsure at the prospect, but I was happy to see my boyfriend comfortable enough in our relationship to volunteer to explore it in front of a camera. After another mimosa, we decided to head to Mitch's studio classroom after a work out the next day. The next morning, my boyfriend slept in a bit. We made plans to pick him up after a workout, and I headed to the gym. I was there promptly at 9AM when the doors opened, and saw Mitch a few minutes later. After a half hour on the treadmill, he offered to spot me on the barbell bench. I guess I was feeling cocky, or maybe I was distracted by Mitch's huge bulge in his shorts, but I took on too much weight and Mitch wasn't fast enough to keep the weight from slamming in to my face. If he hadn't caught it when he did, it really might have hurt me! As it was, after a few minutes, even with an ice pack, my right eye was black and blue and so puffy it was nearly closed. I felt awful, knowing that we were supposed to have a photoshoot right after the workout. Mitch got a second ice pack for me and helped me to the locker room where we changed to head out and pick up my boyfriend. In the car, Mitch told me that we could reschedule if I didn't want to pose with a black eye. I didn't want to postpone, so he proposed another idea; maybe Carl could pose with my boyfriend instead. I thought about it and decided that would be fine if it was ok with everyone involved. Mitch called Carl, who was surprisingly keen on the idea, and I called my boyfriend, who was excited, maybe even a bit too excited... Mitch also promised me some prescription painkillers that he had in his gym bag. About an hour later, I had taken a few too many painkillers and had a fresh icepack on my face. Mitch had the camera and lights set up. My boyfriend stripped off his clothes and waited in a robe for Carl to be ready. When Carl showed up, he gave Mitch a huge sloppy kiss and untied his robe, dropping it to the floor. Even with only one eye, I could see his massive tool hanging down, at least seven inches and he was totally soft. His pubes and balls were trimmed close and I noticed that he had a piercing between his balls and his hairy ass. My boyfriend was practically drooling and his cock was rock hard and poking straight out. I sat there doped up as Mitch posed them, with my boyfriend leaning over a chair and Carl behind him with his huge hardening cock laying against his ass. It was then, with Carl bent over away from me that I saw it. A four-inch wide biohazard tattoo above his asscrack. I realized that Carl was POZ! Mitch saw me staring at this POZ guy whose bare cock was hardening and starting to drip precum into my boyfriend's bare asshole. He comforted me and told me not to worry about anything and handed Carl a condom. Carl snickered a bit and unwrapped it, rolling it down onto his now-throbbing cock. My boyfriend knelt down and watched as he did so, not having seen the tattoo or realizing why Carl was bagging up. My boyfriend smiled at me and said, “Since he's safe, maybe we could get a few photos with him teasing my ass with his cock!” Mitch nodded and grunted approval. I figured that it couldn't hurt. Even though Carl was POZ, he was wearing a condom, and it was only for a photos, so I figured Carl wouldn't fuck him for real or anything. Mitch checked on me to make sure I was ok with everything, and he noted that I was getting hard. He told me that I could jerk off if I wanted, that my horniness would only make the pictures hotter. I was feeling groggy from one too many pain pills, and let him unbutton my fly and fish out my cock. Mitch knelt in front of me and shoved my pants down to my knees. As he stood up, he whispered to me that he didn't have a sexual relationship with Carl since he got POZZED, but they often got together with other “mixed” couples to fool around. I started to wonder if Mitch had planned this all along. Mitch got back to his camera, zooming in on Carl sitting down and aiming his hard cock straight up. My boyfriend straddled him, facing us, and the camera, and lowered himself down so that his ass was perched right above Carl's wrapped POZ cock. Mitch was springing sizable wood in his shorts and shucked them off. His cock was springing around right at my eye level as I watched his POZ boyfriend's cock teasing my boyfriend's hole. “How about just the tip,” my boyfriend asked as he forced Carl's rubbered-up mushroom head into his asscheeks. Mitch and I nodded in approval. I realized that my boyfriend had no idea that the dick about to invade his hole was carrying toxic seed, even if it was bagged up. Mitch started to wank as my boyfriend sank lower and lower. First two inches, then four, then six. When he was balls deep, my boyfriend raised himself up. He was relatively composed for having just mounted a thick rubbered-up tool with no lube except for his own ass juices. “Got any lube?,” he asked as he raised up off of Carl's sheathed cock. Mitch said that he didn't, as he had planned on a few intimate poses, not actual ass-fucking. My boyfriend shrugged and pulled Carl's condom off. Before I could react, he had sunk all the way back down onto Carl's bare POZ cock. In one move, we had gone from monogamous to him taking bare cock, POZ bare cock. Mitch told him to hold that pose and react like he was getting fucked bareback. My boyfriend threw back his head and started moaning. Mitch directed him to pull halfway off of Carl's dick so it would look like a fucking action shot. My boyfriend gladly obliged and slid upwards about four inches. Carl wrapped his hands around my boyfriend's hips, helping to hold him still as his knees started quivering. Carl nuzzled his neck and started kissing his shoulder. They held the pose for a few moments, “YES!,” Mitch shouted. “This is what I'm after! Now, Carl, keep kissing him, and lower him down so it looks like you're about to cum in his hole!” Carl raised his hips as my boyfriend lowered himself down, now full to the hilt with bare POZ cock. Carl wrapped his hand around my boyfriend's hard cock as he swiveled his hips a bit. They weren't “fucking” exactly, but I could tell that his cock was moving around in my boyfriend's hole. I was dry-mouthed and the room was full of the sound of camera clicks and deep breathing. Mitch was fisting his hard-on with his left hand while firing the camera with his right. “Got what I need, boys! I think we're done with the shoot.” My boyfriend looked right at me as if to say, “Really? This was just getting good!” And he started to pull off. Carl tightened his grip on my boyfriend's waist and held him still. “Mitch might be finished, but I'm not! He won't let me fuck him anymore. Won't you help me out? Your bare tight ass has gotten me so close...” My boyfriend pulled off of Carl's dick and I was relieved to know that he wouldn't be headed home with an asshole dripping POZ cum. Imagine my surprise when he swiveled around so he was facing Carl and sat right down on his cock again. “Lighten up,” my boyfriend said. “You want to fool around with Mitch, don't you? Well, now is your chance!” I knew he had a point, but I also knew that Carl was POZ and he didn't! I was dumbfounded, partially by the painkillers, and partially by the live sex show happening a few feet away from me. Mitch wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock, smearing my precum all over and then fingered some into his ass. He lowered himself onto my dick, facing away from me, watching the scene too. His muscular jock ass felt so good as it wrapped around my cock. Mitch was groaning and talking really dirty, “You gonna breed my ass? Gonna give me your load, you sick fucker? You filthy pig. Gonna seed me good???” That really got me going, and with the hot scene playing out in front of us, he must have fucked himself on my cock for no more than two or three minutes before I fired off into his ass. “Yeah. Give me that load! Breed me good! Fuck yeah!!!!!” Carl looked right at me. “My turn now. You seed my man, I seed your's!” He maintained eye contact with me as he thrust over and over into my boyfriend's bare ass, shooting his toxic cum deep into my boyfriend's bare unprotected ass. Without moving Mitch's ass one bit, I felt my cock spasm as I shot another load deep into Mitch's guts. Mitch and my boyfriend pulled off of our cocks and started kissing. Carl kissed me and wiped his cummy cock off with his hand. He spun me around and wiped some of his POZ seed onto and into my hole. Mitch got to his knees and licked his lover's load out of my ass and then moved onto my boyfriend's ass, licking out as much as possible. When he had a good mouthful of POZ seed, he positioned me on elbows next to my boyfriend. He went from hole to hole working that seed into both of our asses. I wondered what the chances of both of us getting POZZED from Carl's seed being forced into our asses. What Mitch didn't tell me until later when we were getting dressed was that he set the camera on auto mode and had kept it focused on the whole scene when he stopped shooting. It took a photo every five seconds until my boyfriend and I both had asses dripping full of POZ cum. A few weeks later, I ran into Mitch at the gym. He had a disc of all of the photos and asked how me and my boyfriend were doing. Truth be told, my boyfriend had been hornier than ever and then suddenly came down with a really nasty cold. It didn't dawn on me until that very moment that my boyfriend's cold might be the fuck flu. If so, we had one helluva sexy time POZZING him and I was sort of glad it was all captured on film. My boyfriend and I got tested and were frankly shocked when the results came back neg. Turns out he just had the flu. I phoned Mitch to tell him and he told me not to worry... Ending A: Mitch went on to say that he was starting a new series inspired by our shoot. NEG guys knowingly or un-knowingly taking raw POZ cum. He said he'd love to have us as models before and after our conversions if we were game. He also said that he was taking Carl's POZ loads regularly now and photographing every time they fucked so that he would be sure to capture it on film when he finally did convert. Ending B: Mitch went on to confess that the whole thing was part of his art project. Carl was in fact still NEG, even if he was a bit of a chaser. The biohaz tattoo was only temporary and Mitch was fascinated by how many couples were willing to fool around with him. He had fucked girls, guys, and trans holes and never pulled out. No one had asked him to. He knew that one day Carl really would be POZ and that tattoo would be real, and he would be photographing every time they fucked so that he would be sure to capture it on film when he finally did convert. __________ Nothing would please me more than to see some of you guys take this story and run with it. I leave it in someone else's hand to see what happens to this storyline...

The stories do live on - even when people leave the site, the threads stay up. You can tell because the author gets the word "Guest" in front of their name on those posts. That said, it can sometimes be very hard to find them. The search engine is kind of quirky and doesn't always give optimal results, and if you have a detail wrong it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I think maybe you mean this one: The guy in it is described as 32, but otherwise it matches your description pretty well, especially the setup part.

There were a number of bar stools on the back wall. I took a seat on one, trying to get straight in my mind what was happening to me and what I had done. A big guy was seated on the next stool. His head was shaven, he stocky body sported a number of 'school tattoos', and his thick cock and heavy balls hung below his bulging belly. "Quite a show you put on just now," he commented approvingly. I noticed his thighs bore a number of ugly, purple blotches and just above his cock was a small biohazard tattoo in red and black ink. "Did...did you fuck me?" I asked. He saw me staring at the tattoo and the blotches on his legs and grinned evilly as he replied "Oh yeah. I never pass up on a chance to load up a willing arsehole. I imagine you have more than a few toxic loads swimming up there." I gulped and trembled a little as his cock began to thicken. His cock which may well have already infected me"You scared? Chickening out?" I shook my head and smiled shyly back. He chuckled suggesting "C'mon, I've got some friends who'd love to meet you." With that he levered himself heavily off the stool and led me round to the far side of the bar where a group of four or five older trolls were drinking and chatting. As we approached the men he began to introduce me, only to ask "This is...what's your name?" "Ian," I answered. "I'm Mick." The trolls looked hungrily at me. I couldn't help but notice their flabby, ravaged bodies, sunken cheeks and stringy arms and legs. Mick bought me a drink and as I took a sip I felt several hands exploring my cock and arse. I couldn't stop myself from getting erect and could sense the air of excitement which was building. "Show us your hole, Ian," Mike suggested. I bent forward and spread my cheeks. Someone spread some lube on me and then a finger slid up me. The lube helped but, even so it felt scratchy. In a few seconds I started to feel strange. A warm, tingling rush swept through my body. My cock felt even stiffer, my heart was pounding and I felt incredibly horny. "What's happening?" I gasped as I felt my self discipline slipping away and an incredible urge to fuck someone, anyone. "Just a little something to relax you," answered Mick as he nodded to the owner who was perched on a stool behind the bar, remarking "I think he's ready." The owner nodded back, and lifted a flap in the bar. They led me through and up some narrow rickety stairs to the floor above. I could feel their hot bodies around me and smelled their sweat and the acrid smell of poppers. There was a small room off to the left, bare apart from a filthy, stained mattress on which were a number of used packets of lube. "Lay down," instructed Mick. I complied, laying on my back, feeling a damp patch under my hip. Immediately I was surrounded by ageing, sweating flesh as the group descended on me. Fingers and lips probed and licked my face, cock and nipples and I could hardly breathe for the weight of bodies clambering over me. It was like animals in a farmyard with a bitch in heat. They turned me over and smeared lube between my buttocks. There was a pushing and shoving around me, and then I felt a heavy body on my back as calloused hands dragged my legs apart. A bony forearm snaked around my throat and then his cock slid into me. "Oh yeah!" someone whispered as he began to slide in and out, choking me just enough to make me gasp. Other voices whispered around me, urging him on as fingers probed between my legs, searching out the cock fucking me. "Take it, you bastard!" the top gasped as his body shivered and his cock throbbed and throbbed as he spunked in my hole. I could actually even feel his heart pounding in his rib cage. Then he withdrew and climbed off of me. Eager fingers probed my hole, feeling for the sperm which had been deposited and then I was rolled onto my back and my legs gently, reverently pulled up to my chest. An old man in his sixties with a bony torso and sores on his mouth and in his hair squatted between my legs, grasping a long, thin cock in his wrinkled fist. Grinning almost irrationally, he leaned forward and slid it up me, thrusting urgently back and forth like a rambbit. "Yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. Then he leaned forward and I felt his crusty mouth searching for mine. There was a moment's revulsion but then his lips found mine and I could only kiss him back as his tongue filled my mouth. Holding me like that, mouth clamped on mine, he gave a little groan of pleasure and came in me, jerking and thrusting like an animal. When he'd finished, he stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes as he murmured "Welcome to the club, matey." I glanced around at the filthy walls, the eager faces and realised I was in the depths of depravity and an enormous sense of relief and acceptance swept over me. Some one pulled me across the mattress until I was straddling a heavy, hairy body and a thick cock jutted up against my arse. It was Mick, his face sweating and swollen with lust. Eager fingers grasped his cock and guided it into me and he licked his lips as my rectum engulfed him. Someone knelt next to me, urgently thrusting his cock against my mouth. I turned and sucked it in and, almost immediately, it burst a thick load of cum on my tongue. I let him finish then looked down at Mick as his body rippled and thrust up into me. He smiled and opened his mouth, giving a loud groan which somehow recognized the pure filth of the moment. I sat up as best I could and gave him a kiss as we swapped back and forth the load of cum I had just taken, mirroring his thrusts into my arse.