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Dave and I had been together over a year. At 42 he is older than am I. He has gray eyes, and is gorgeous. He's also POZ. We both are now. I remember our first date. I grabbed his package. I wanted him to pierce my Hole. He brushed my hand away. "We have to talk." "Not now. " I answered. "I need your Cum." "Steve," he replied, "I'm POZ . I don't want to infect you." Back then I was still NEG. For the next 11 months we did Safe Sex. He'd suck me raw; we did our fucking with a Condom. He even insisted I use a Rubber when I sucked him. I hated that. I told him so. I'd always barebacked, ever since I was 15. He was the only one I ever did Safe Sex with—because I loved him. I hated that. I couldn't stand that Latex barrier between us, and his sweet Cum being trapped and flushed. I told him I fantasized about converting. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided things would change—or else. That night I begged Dave to fuck me. He started playing with my Ass. I told him what I wanted. "NO RUBBERS. I want YOU Dave. I want your DNA in me. I want to forge a bond between us. If we don't do it raw tonight, I don't know what the future holds for us." He responded by sticking his finger up my Ass and pressing hard. I was practically foaming at the mouth. Abruptly he stood up. "Once it happens, there's no going back. You will be POZ, and it'll change your life. Yeah, I've fantasized about breeding you; but those were crazy, insane notions. "I've bred Bottoms before, but not like you. You're different. They were Sluts. They deserved the BUG. I didn't give a shit about them. But you.…" "Face it, Davie. I 'm a Slut, too. The Baths were practically my home before I met you. Too bad I didn't get GIFTED then. If you left your Seed in all those guys, then you can do the same for me. I'm telling you, I can't go on like this." I glanced at his crotch. His turgid Dick tented poignantly against his jeans. He looked so conflicted. I reached out and undid his zipper. Suddenly liberated, his Rod sprang out. Dave started to speak, but I dropped to my knees and sucked his Cock without a Rubber. Fuck, it was so good! Our perspiration, the mix of man smells, and my own insidious craving drove me wild. All Dave could do was moan. I reveled in his dripping Jizm. Charged—did it taste different? Or was it me? Who cared? I was in heaven. I sucked him fast and furious. Dave began to thrust his hips. He held my cheeks and fucked my face. "Suck me, Queer!" he yelled. "Lube it for your Ass!" I led him to the bedroom and yanked off my clothes. He kicked off his and tossed them on the floor. Dave reached for a Rubber. "NO!" I said. "I can't fuck you raw, Stevie. I love you." "Then show me, please. Put your Cock in me and fill me with your Jizz. That's what I want. POZ ME!" I pleaded. He rubbed his Cock along my Crack. I felt him dripping. 'Fuck!' I thought. "At last he's gonna breed me!" I almost shot my Load right then. He spat on his Shaft, butted up against my Pussy, and pressed on in. He reached for his Poppers and took three big hits. He handed me the bottle. As I raised it to my nose, I felt his Cock pop in. He was in me. Raw—at last! After all the Dick I'd taken—always wondering if I'd convert. Another raw Cock, and no more wondering. I whiffed the Poppers. Apprehensively, Dave began to fuck me—slow and gentle. "I can't. We got to stop," he chanted, but kept up a steady pace. "Breed me Davie! Breed me like a Bitch. Make me your slave. Possess me. Give me your BUG! Please don't stop. Fuck my Hole! Give me your Jizm! POZ ME, please! Give me the GIFT!" Ambivalently Dave plowed my Hole at a steady pace. He stretched my Mancunt to the limit, and it began to hurt. If I asked him to lube my Ass, I might lose my chance. So I had to grin and bare it. 'Once I get POZ, we'll bareback ever after,' I comforted myself. Dave's breath grew labored as his Sack slammed against my Butt. "Give it to me, Davie. Breed my Ass!" Dave gulped and swallowed and huffed and puffed. "FUCK YOU, YOU SLUT! YOU WANT IT, DONCHA? YOU WANT MY GIFT? WELL, HERE IT IS—MY TOXIC SEED!" Then I felt it. My Ass flooded with his warmth. Finally! I've always been appreciative of Jizm--but that was special—the Bond that would unite us till death did us part. That was how I finally got POZZED. Dave spasmed many times, each ejaculation filling me with Cum. I shot and never touched myself. I stared at the Jizz soaking into the sheets beneath me. 'My last NEG Load,' I prophesied. A smirk crossed my face. I lay flat on the bed, my damp NEG Cum beneath my chest. Dave collapsed on top of me. He wept. "Oh God, Steve, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I lay still beneath him, my back against his chest. I didn't feel remorse. I felt triumphant, for he had finally sated me. As his Cock softened and slipped out, Poison Jizm dripped down my Nuts. ‘Finally,’ I thought. 'Conversion at last! Thanks, Lord!' I prayed. "Thank you," I said to Dave. "This is the day I've been waiting for." We fucked all weekend. Dave became a Dirty Sex Pig. HIV does that to some; others grow impotent. He told me he wanted to be sure it took. He wanted so bad to make me happy.

This story was inspired by the guest who wrote “Devil's Doorstep” Frazer was a straight lanky 26 year old who worked for the Scottish probation service. It was his last assignment before the weekend, he had to visit the accommodation of a recently released sex offender to ensure it was appropriate. He rang the bell and was answered by a muscular middle-aged man wearing only a dressing gown. He apologised, claiming he had just been showering. Frazer went up the stairs to his flat. Although, the one bed flat was mostly in order: clean and tidy. When he entered the bedroom to check it out, he was shocked by what he saw.: attached to the bed head and base were chains with manacles. “I'm sorry but you can't possess these items, given your previous proclivities. You could easily use them to re-offend” “Oh, come on”, he replied, it's just a bit of fun, surely probation can't deny me that.” “I'm sorry but this is clearly against your conditions of release, you could be returned to prison for this.” Frazer went over to examine the manacles. The offender followed him and before Frazer knew what was happening, he has clamped one of the manacles to Frazer's wrist and then pushed him on the bed, forcing his other wrist into the other one. “Do you mean like this?” he answered menacingly. “Let me go now, you are in serious trouble!” “No I'm afraid it's you who are in serious trouble!” as he dragged Frazer's trousers and pants down and then manacled his ankles to the base of the bed. ”Stop now! I warn you, you will be sent straight back with little chance of parole!” The other guy just grabbed Frazer's cock and started to wank it to erection, The action of doing so, caused Frazer's cock to stiffen and to a very small degree to weaken Frazer's resolve. He questioned his sexuality, but then realised it was a natural reaction to his circumstances. When it was fully erect, he started to suck on Frazer's dick, ensuring it was fully erect. “I'll show you how much you are clearly enjoying this!”, he retorted, He sucked furiously on Frazer's dick and soon made it very lubricated and completely rock hard. “Hmm. time to ride your dick”, he exclaimed. At that he removed his dressing gown and was completely naked. He sported a biohazard tattoo, that only warned Frazer further of what danger he was in. He moved over to Frazer and placed his hole over Frazer's enormous manhood. It was easy with the copious saliva that he had applied to this cock to push down and let this cock enter him deeply. He then moved up and down on Frazer's pole, gripping his cock with occasional squeezing of his sphincter, whenever Frazer' cock head entered him. This really encouraged Frazer to move nearer to orgasm. He sped up, still tantalising Frazer's cock. and it became just too much for him as Frazer spasmed and sent his sperm shooting out of his anal virgin's cock, straight up his arse, “See, your gay like me!” he mocked. “Now I'm going to return the favour!” Sure Frazer was questioning the experience and the fact this fucking had lead to his massive explosion inside this man, but he became terrified at the idea, he was going to be fucked with a toxic cock. Frazer started to struggle against his bondage. All that lead to was the man adjusted the chains to his feet, pulling Frazer's legs upwards and outwards. He then clamped this new position in firmly. Frazer's arse was now fully exposed to the cumming onslaught. Frazer watched as the man repeatedly spat on his hands and then lubricated his dick with the saliva. To Frazer's surprise, watching the man then wanking himself to full erection made his own cock start growing to attention too. “Hah, see you're looking forward to it!” he claimed. That made Frazer plead with him to desist. But the only response was to see him climb onto the bed and then place his fully erect and wet cock against Frazer's hole. The man pushed firmly against Frazer's hole and his penis head popped inside, then with a further push his whole manhood was forced inside Frazer's arse. He began slowly pushing in and out of Frazer's hole, whilst Frazer begged him to stop and yet at the same time, Frazer's cock was getting very stiff and rubbing against the man's belly, even oozing precum onto his stomach. This turned the man on further and he started to increase the speed of his humping. This, in turn, got the man more turned on. He found himself surprisingly feeling he was going to ejaculate very quickly: not like him at all, but this situation really turned him on. Soon Frazer could feel the man's dick start to swell and throb. “No, please pull out!” was his ignored plea. The very next second the man shot a huge load of toxic sperm deep inside him. “Noooo...,” was Frazer's cry, “now pull out of me and let me go!” “But this is your last assignment of the week,” the man replied. “I've got you for the whole weekend.” Enough time to seed you many times over. I prefer to take my time and give you a rough long fucking to help you with your conversion. “You think this experience will turn me gay?” “No, I think that I'll turn you positive!” and with that he pushed his still fairly erect cock back into Frazer and started ploughing his arse again. This time slowly and somewhat painfully, with only his own cum as lube. Frazer felt every thrust of the man's cock and received many loads over the weekend. There was no way he was going to come out of this negative. Frazer was completely deflated realising his predicament as another spurt from the man's cock shot inside him. Sadly this may be my last story for BZ with the July deadline fast approaching. Please like it and comment on the story if you enjoyed it.

I am vacationing in Ft Lauderdale and decided to go to the gym today. After my workout, I did some laps in the pool and entered the hot tub. I was wearing a rainbow speedo and knew I was catching the attention of others. There was a handsome older man in the hot tub giving me eyes. He proceeded to leave the hot tub, and I saw a huge Boner in his swimsuit. I decided to follow shortly afterwards into the showers. He was showering with his curtain half open And lathering his hard on. He gestured me to come over which is exactly what I did. He started fucking me and I was trying not to moan loudly. Afterwards, he gave me his number & we are meeting again tomrw

As Tom turned his new truck into the parking lot of the government housing projects on the notorious Rayburn Avenue his Ubereats app alerted him that he had “arrived at the delivery destination”. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “oh, great” as he took in his sketchy surroundings. It was the summer in between Tom’s Junior and Senior year in college and next semester he and his buddies were all set to travel Europe during their scheduled study abroad program. Tom had been delivering for Uber for a few weeks to save up extra spending money to blow on his Eurotrip, but this was his first delivery to the infamous Rayburn Housing Projects, and although he was a bit apprehensive about walking around in this part of town, he told himself this will be a quick drop off and he would be back on the road in five minutes and let himself daydream of exploring Europe before he had to enter the real adult world. Opening his truck door Tom grabbed the food, stepped out of the truck and began making his way to APT D3. On the short walk to the apartment front door Tom passed a kaleidoscope of empty beer bottles, fast food containers, random paper and at least two needles on the ground. He passed a group of younger men, all different shades of black, playing basketball on a neglected cement slab of concrete they used as their court. He heard one of them direct a comment his way followed by roaring laughter from the group and although he couldn’t quite make out what was said he smirked and thought to himself “yeah yeah dude, have your laughs and also, enjoy living in your shitbox”. As Tom approached the front door of APT D3 it swung open before he could even knock. Tom was a little stunned at what now stood in front of him. Ty, the man behind the door, was gorgeous. 6 foot 3, easily 230 pounds of street muscle. Tom noticed the man was shirtless and could see the tattoos all over his arms, chest, and up his neck. “You uber?” the deep voice of the adonis of a man asked Tom. “Uh, yeah, sorry” Tom responded, handing the man his bag while clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away. “Appreciate it bro”, Ty responded while grabbing the bag from Tom and taking a good look at the white delivery boy. Tom was the total all American boy, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighing in around 175 pounds of young lean college muscle. Tom’s mop of brown tussled brown hair and big blue eyes made Ty’s cock twitch. “Yo, my bad man I am gonna need to tip you in cash for this….gonna take me a minute to find my wallet why don’t you come inside and wait so you don’t got to deal with the dumb niggas that live around here”. Every instinct of Tom’s told him to politely decline and head back to his truck but there was something disarming about Ty that made him less threatening for some reason. Tom stepped inside the sparsely furnished apartment and took a seat on the couch while Ty left the room to allegedly find his wallet. Tom noticed a pipe on the coffee table in front of him with a bunch of white shit both in the pipe and on the table. Tom picked up the pipe to take a closer look and was quickly startled when he heard the deep rumble of Ty’s voice behind him. “You smoke?” Ty asked as he entered the living room. Tom couldn’t help but notice the massive buldge in Ty’s sweatpants bounce around as he walked towards Tom. “Ughh, not sure, what uhh..what is this exactly?” Ty smiled and took the pipe out of Tom’s hands before taking a torch out of his pocket. “This”, he responded while heating up the pipe and taking a big hit, “is Tina” he said as he blew out a huge cloud of smoke above their heads. “Want to try it?” Tom’s mind was racing. He was sitting in some black dude’s living room in the fucking PROJECTS and was now being offered meth. What the actual fuck. Again, Tom’s instincts were raging against what was happening – 20 years of programming telling him to stand the fuck up and walk the fuck out of this guy’s apartment immediately. But as Tom was quickly deciding how to make his exit he noticed Ty adjusting his buldge through his sweatpants while simultaneously blowing another cloud and for some reason the combination of these two things happening at once transfixed him. With the pipe still in his hand Ty shrugged his shoulders at Tom, silently offering the pipe to him one last time. This time, Tom took it. The burn in his lungs was immediate, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. The meth hit him like a freight train, a rush of euphoria and energy that made his heart feel like it would burst from his chest. The room spun, and he coughed, handing the pipe back. “That’s it, boy. Relax,” Ty said, patting him on the back. The meth hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, the world was a brighter place, his fear replaced by a buzzing energy that hummed in his veins. Ty's smile grew wider, a predator sensing its prey's vulnerability. "You like that?" Ty’s massive hands were now rubbing Tom’s back and had moved up to his shoulders and neck and as Ty slowly began to exert dominance over Tom he took Tom’s hand and put it on his cock. “Go ahead boy, grab it”. Tom grabbed hold of the massive cock constrained in Ty’s sweatpants and gave it a long squeeze, eliciting a moan of approval from Ty. Tom grabbed the pipe again making Ty chuckle. “Yeah boy, hit that pipe again for daddy. Show daddy what a big cloud you’ve learned to blow”. Tom clicked the torch and was taking a nice long hit from the pipe when he felt Ty stick his massive hands down his shorts, grabbing and stroking Tom’s now throbbing cock. Ty grinned. “That’s my fucking boy, hard as a rock for daddy already. Dad is going to make you into such a good cockslut, and you’re going to make dad so proud – I can already tell”. “Mmmmm, fuck yeah man” Tom moaned. Ty’s voice somehow got a few octaves deeper when he responded to Tom. “Listen here boy, because I’m only gonna tell you this once. I am daddy. Or dad. You understand?” Tom looked up at Ty with big vulnerable eyes that were seeing the world spin and responded “fuck, daddy, yes sir”. "Good boy," Ty said, his voice a low purr. He stood up and in one swift move had taken off his sweatpants and set his dick free, revealing a cock that was as thick and long as a baseball bat. Tom couldn't help but stare, his mouth going slack. "You ever had a taste of chocolate?" Ty's question was a purr, and he stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step now mere inches from Tom's face. With his cock in Tom’s face Ty handed Tom a small bottle. “Son, these are poppers. You are going to put the bottle under your nose and inhale taking a big hit for daddy. These will help you when its time to take Daddy’s dick.” Tom did as he was told, taking a big, long hit from the tiny bottle. Tom felt a rush hit him like nothing had before, starting at the top of his head before touching every inch of him, causing him to moan from the intense pleasure he was feeling from the high. "Good boy son, now, suck it." Tom leaned in; his eyes wide as he wrapped his lips around the head of Ty's cock. It was hot and heavy, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. He took another hit of the poppers, the burn in his nose making his eyes water, making everything feel sharper. Ty's cock grew even more sensitive, the skin tightening as Tom's mouth moved down, inch by inch. "Yeah, just like that," Ty groaned, his hand tangling in Tom's hair. "Take it all, baby." Tom tried, his throat straining around Ty's thickness, his eyes watering from the effort. Ty's cock was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a living, pulsing beast that seemed to fill his entire mouth. He gagged, but Ty was relentless, pushing in deeper while Tom tried to pull away, choking on the massive cock that somehow seemed to be getting bigger. As Tom struggled Ty’s grip on his head was relentless, forcing him to somehow find the space in his throat to accommodate Ty’s manhood. “Yeahhh boy, that’s right, just like that. See, I knew you could do it. Just had to open up for daddy. Just had to relax and let daddy inside”. Ty showed no mercy as he fucked Tom’s face, often sliding his entire cock down the boy’s throat and holding it there, watching the boy gag. Just when Tom thought he couldn’t take anymore he looked up at the adonis of a man in front of him and watched as Ty clicked the torch and blew another massive cloud above him. Tom didn’t understand it, but something about seeing Ty blow the cloud triggered something inside him and made him crave Ty’s cock more than ever. Ty pulled his cock out of Tom’s mouth and rested his massive cockhead on Tom’s lips while he spoke. “Look at me” he demanded. “You’re almost ready boy. Almost ready to take daddy’s cock” he said as he quickly ripped off Tom’s pants exposing him fully to the man. “Stand up and bend over the couch”. Tom knew not to disobey his new dad, so he did as he was told, nervously bending over the couch for him. Ty handed Tom the bottle of poppers and told him to hit them while Ty opened him up. Tom breathed in a sharp breath as he felt Ty’s warm tongue begin to circle his virgin hole. As Ty’s tongue began and jab and probe his hole he took another hit of the poppers, causing the boy to moan and melt into the couch and Ty’s tongue which he realized was now deep inside him. “Mmmm that’s some nice white ass boy. Opening up real nice for me, such a good boy for me”. Tom felt Ty’s fingers begin to tease his hole. “Son, what I’m about to do to is going to hurt like a mother fucker at first, but you’re going to take it for me. This is how you will make your daddy proud. I want you to take a big, long hit on those poppers for me and then close your eyes and try and relax, you understand?” Tom began to sweat, nervously anticipating the pain Ty promised was coming. He nodded his head and responded, “yes daddy, I understand”. Ty grabbed a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his finger before slowing sliding it inside Tom’s virgin hole. Tom’s body responded immediately, squirming to remove the invasion from his hole. Tom couldn’t help but scream as Ty placed one hand on his back to keep him still while continuing to slide inside him. “Shhhh, I know boy, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good and in a few seconds, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is”. Tom groaned, feeling like he was being ripped open by the man’s fingers and realizing that if a couple fingers hurt this badly there was no chance he could take Ty’s massive cock and live through it. But just as Tom was starting to regret his decision to ever walk inside Ty’s apartment, he felt Ty hit something inside him that brought him the pleasure Ty was just telling him about. This uncharted territory inside him that Ty had just discovered was life changing. As Ty prodded Tom’s prostate, he heard the guttural moan from the young man that told him he’d found it. “Ahhh that’s my boy! See son – I told you. You think that feels good boy? You like that? Ha, just wait you aint seen nothing yet”. Ty stood up and told Tom to lay on his back. Ty grabbed a shard and told Tom what was next. “Son, I’m about to put this beautiful shard inside you and when I do you will finally be ready to take me, understand? Now this may burn but you trust daddy now, so I need you to open up and be brave for me”. Ty then grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke it while he proceeded to shove the shard inside Tom. Seconds later Tom was drooling for Ty’s cock, feeling a hunger he had not felt before. Realizing the boy was now ready, Ty stood up in between Tom’s legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" Tom could only whimper in response, his body a live wire of need. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The poppers and meth had done their job, and the world around him was a haze of sensation and desire. Ty's hand left Tom's cock, and he felt something cold and slick being spread along his crack. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized Ty was lubing himself up and that he was about to be ripped open by his new black daddy. The head of Ty’s cock was already nudging at Tom's entrance, the pressure building. "Relax," Ty coaxed, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wait," Tom managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire and fear. "Use a condom, please?" Ty's smile was wicked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No condoms needed between father and son boy. You're going to take all of me, raw and bare." Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "But...but I've never..." "That's what makes it so much better," Ty whispered, his breath hot on Tom's cheek. "I'm going to show you how good it can be." With surprising gentleness, Ty pushed Tom back onto the bed, his weight pressing him into the mattress. Tom felt his own cock throb, his body betraying his fear. Ty reached for the poppers again, placing them in Tom's hand. "Take another hit," he instructed, his voice firm but soft. "And tell me you want me to fuck you bare." Tom took another hit, the room spinning around him as he felt the muscles in his body relax, the fear and tension draining away. "I...I want you raw cock," he murmured, his voice shaking. "Good boy," Ty said, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing past Tom's parted lips, tasting the faint hint of poppers and smoke. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hand shaking as he held onto the bottle of poppers, the reality of what he was about to do washing over him. "Ready son? Time to let me in." Tom took a deep breath, his body tensing as Ty pushed the tip of his cock into him. It burned, the madding pain sharp and intense, but the meth and the poppers had made everything feel so much more intense that even the pain was a thrill. He took another hit, the room swimming around him as Ty pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him up until he couldn't take any more. "Fuck," Tom breathed, his nails digging into the pillow. "It's so big, I don’t know if I can do this”. “Trust me son, you can take it” Ty responded, before sliding his entire ten inches of thick black cock in the boy’s virgin hole. Tom’s mouth hung open, his body in shock at how it had just been ripped open. He sucked in a huge breathe of air and then let out a scream the entire neighborhood could hear. "That's it," Ty said, his voice strained. "Take it all." With one final thrust, Ty was fully seated inside Tom, his thick cock buried to the hilt. Tom's body spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a delicious cocktail that had him panting for more. "You're so tight," Ty said, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight." The pain started to dull and something new was beginning to replace it. Tom took another hit from the poppers and felt Ty begin to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Tom's toes curling. Ty's cock stretched him wide, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed of. “Fuck me, please daddy fuck me” Tom moaned. Ty was pumping into Tom, all the way into the hilt, out to the head, hitting Tom’s spot with each pump. “Look at me son” Ty demanded as he continued to pump in and out. “Dad is so proud of you. You learned to love this black cock, didn’t you?” “Yes sir” Tom responded. “Say it” Ty told him. “I love my daddy’s big black cock. Fuck it is so deep inside me and I love it. I exist to be used by daddy’s black cock and I promise to be a brave boy and earn daddy’s load”. His words drove Ty wild and the assault on the boy’s virgin ass grew exponentially more extreme. He was slamming his cock into the boy harder than he had ever fucked before. He was giving the boy all he had to give, every inch of the massive man was inside the boy, throbbing more with each pump. Tom’s eyes had completely rolled back in his head and for a moment he thought he had left his body. Ty grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke him in tune with the rhythm of the fuck. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Tom's hand found its way back to the poppers, taking hit after hit as he felt his orgasm build. Ty's cock was like a piston, driving into him, and the sensations were almost too much to handle. His dick was hard and leaking precum, slapping against his stomach with each thrust. "You're going to cum for me," Ty said, his voice a command. "You're going to cum while I'm inside you." Tom nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the tension coil tightly in his balls. The poppers had him on edge, had him feeling every sensation in high definition. He could feel Ty's cock throb with each thrust, could feel his own prostate being massaged with a precision that was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful push, Ty hit that sweet spot, and Tom's orgasm exploded through him, his cock spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. The contractions of his ass milked Ty's cock, and with a roar, Ty came, his hot seed filling Tom up, the sensation of being bred changing Tom forever. Tom was feeling Ty's cock twitch and throb deep inside him, releasing a hot flood of cum that filled him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent him spiraling over the edge and just as he thought he couldn’t cum anymore he was thrust into the most intense climax of his life. "Oh fuck," Tom moaned, his body convulsing as he came again, spurts of hot cum shooting from his own cock, painting his stomach and chest. Ty didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own release. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his eyes locked on Tom's face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features. Tom felt the pressure build, the tightness in his ass giving way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to handle. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out. "Fuck," Ty breathed, his body shaking as he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Look what you made me do son." Tom looked down at himself, his body covered in sweat and cum, feeling more alive than he ever had before. He'd just smoked meth and then been fucked bareback by a man, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of his life. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ty asked, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You liked taking my big, black cock raw." Tom couldn't deny it. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he could feel Ty's cum leaking out of him, a sticky reminder of what had just happened. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I liked it." "I knew you would," Ty said, leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue slipped into Tom's mouth, tasting himself, and Tom couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The two men lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before Ty pulled away. "But that's just the beginning," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with lust. "We've got all night and you little white boy still have a lot to learn”.

This is another short story, though based on real events with some fluffing haha. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes! It was just another Saturday night, however for once I had some alone time. Thats how I decided I needed to get out of the house and, really, what better way than to visit my local bathhouse? The thought of cruising the dimly lit hallways for some guy to fuck is usually all it takes. Tonight, I knew I needed to get fucked. It should be easy enough. I'm a decent looking guy, and my gym routine has been doing great things for my ass. I was sure that I could find a hot guy to give me a good, rough fuck. My excitement and nervousness was nearly boiling over, though. As I drove out to the bathhouse, found parking, and walked myself inside, I couldn't help sizing up every guy I saw. I eagerly rented a room and went to change. Sitting in that room, all my clothes stored away and nothing but a towel on now, It really set in of what I was doing. I haven't really mentioned yet, but the truth is that I am incredibly shy. I've actually been so lucky every time I've come here before tonight. All the guys I've hooked up with have been very forward. I needed a plan. On my way in, I spotted a guy in another room. There he was, in nothing but a jockstrap, face-down and ass-up. Could I do that? I didn't think so. It's too direct, too open. It would be just as bad as asking. I can't explain why, but it just would be. I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed in that tiny room, thinking about my options. Despite the "bed" being little more than a thick rectangle of plastic with some sheets around it, it was actually quite comfortable. As late as it was, it occurred to me that I could probably fall asleep on it, if I weren't careful. In that a moment, a plan began to form... What if I turned off the lights? What if I... opened the door? And what if I threw off my towel, dropped on that bed face-down, and just... went to sleep? Something about that was suddenly very thrilling. Anyone could come in and do... well, anything. There would be nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do. I tried out the position for a moment, lying face-down and pretending to be asleep. The mirror beside me gave me a pretty good view of myself and I had just one thought: I would totally fuck that ass. And if I would, then surely, somewhere among the guys cruising the hallways, someone else would, too. I could do it. I would do it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I moved. I grabbed a bottle of lube from my bag and a condom that I prefilled with a load from the night before. I turned the lights lights off, nothing but the ambient light spilling over the top of the "room" walls left to see by. The room came ready with a handful of condoms, which I positioned alongside the lube, in plain view from the hallways. I wasn't ready to get breed so I set my prefilled condom next to the lube to hopefully indicate that I was getting fucked but not raw. Next I wet a rag with my bottle of poppers and set it by my pillow, I love to use poppers when I bottom but don't want to ruin the fantasy. Finally, I peeked outside the door. No one was there, yet. Perfect. Before my nerves could take over, I was back on the bed, face-down, lights off, and looking for all the world like I was having a lovely nap. My heart was racing, but I tried to force calmness into myself. I really had no idea what I was expecting, though. Even as I was forcing my breathing to become more even, and even as I shut my eyes tight, I wondered if anyone would even take the bait. With my eyes closed and the house music blaring at an almost uncomfortable volume, I did not hear the first guy come in. The sudden presence of his hand on my exposed thigh almost jerked me "awake", but I kept to my sleepy role. The hand drifted across my ass, tenderly, and then it was gone. I heard a shift in the air as the interloper left back to the hallways. My disappointment did not last long, as another hand took its place just a few moments later. And then again, they leave, to be replaced again some time later. I don't know what I was expecting, but this parade of casual, light molestation was actually pretty nice. On and on it went. A few eager fingers felt at my hole. Some of those guys popped open the lube bottle with an audible, plastic *click*, and lubed my hole as they felt around. Yet, no one went too far, and the obvious admiration I felt from the hands managed to calm my nerves. I was no longer forcing myself to breath calmly. I didn't almost jump at every first touch any more. I don't remember how long this went on, but I was very hopeful someone would take a chance on my sleeping ass soon. I got something a little different, though. For the first time, I heard something new: the door, closing ever so softly. I resisted the urge to peek over my shoulder and into the mirror to see the guy who had just shut the door. I would not break the fantasy. This could be it. Down at my feet, where I had stashed the lube and condoms, I felt movement. This was it, wasn't it? I felt hands lifting my leg. I almost instinctively tried to move with the hand, imagining that he was trying to position my legs to fuck me. Then the feeling of a kiss on my ass. As the kiss turned into a tongue delicately passing down to my taint, I started to get hard. The feeling of a tongue soon turned into the feeling of a mouth, making out with my hole. It just felt so good. Maybe it was my commitment to the role of "asleep", but there was no spasms of pleasure that could interrupt this guy's makeout session with my taint and hole. The sound of hurried, orgasmic breaths slowly filled the room after a while. All at once, I was aware of the subtle movement at the base of the bed, where my guy was. The shaking from that area rose in tempo, alongside a growing intensity to his mouth's activities with my taint. Then, all at once, both gave way to a series of beastial grunts and I felt a wetness splash across my legs all the way up to my ass. His breathing calmed and he let out a small "woof" of contentment. Carefully, he started to get up. The cum he gave me was pressed between my legs and and ass. What he shot on my ass was now running towards my crack, the majority thay he shot on my thigh was now wetting the sheets slightly. There were no words spoken. Over the house music, I could just barely make out the sound of the door opening as he leaves. I can't help but chuckle quietly at what just transpired. The air against my still wet ass is a lingering reminder of that, intimate connection. I give a contented sigh to my now-empty room, and all of this, despite the music and the excited state of me, somehow brings me to real sleep. I don't know how exactly long I am out. I wake some short time later, my ass still just barely damp enough to notice. I don't move in that moment, except to peek over my shoulder at the door. I can just barely make out that it's closed now. As I begin to wonder if the guy closed it as he left, I hear something. The sound of a small, plastic *click*. I know the sound well. Someone has my bottle of lube, and they've just opened it at the foot of my bed. I didn't notice them come in while I was asleep. Despite my excitement, I keep calm and feel ready for whatever this new guy has in mind. I close my eyes, and I wait. What comes next is the feeling of a hand, invading between my thighs, reaching under me, and grabbing for my soft dick. Another hand shoves at my hips to reposition them and allow my dick to lie flat against the bed, now showing between my legs. Slowly, my erection grows in his large hand. Perhaps I wouldn't get fucked this time either, but I have the feeling I'll enjoy this. I hear a hiss and a squirt and then there is a sudden wetness as the guy delivers a healthy supply of lube to my dick in his hand. He wastes no time as he starts to jerk me off in this odd position. There is a sudden expertness to his strokes, and it all becomes too much, very fast. I try to keep my breathing calm enough to pass as still asleep, but it's getting hard. Maybe it was the parade of guys that came before. Maybe it's just how exposed and used I feel. Whatever the reason, I've never had a handjob quite like this before. I felt him running his fingers over my ass up and down my crack before he aimed for my hole, fingering in the load that was there. With a quickness, I explode in this guy's hand with what must be a massive load of cum. I have no idea how much ended up on the bed, or in his hand, or wherever else that cumshot could have gone. His hand leaves my dick, and I am surprised when the walls of this tiny room shake slightly with the quick opening and closing of a door. I assume I am alone, and that the closed door means I have a moment of honest respite now. That moment is broken when I hear the wet sound of maybe lube and cum in someone's hands directly behind me. As well as faint whispers that I just couldnt make out. Did he let someone else in? I guess now that the guy is going to jerk off with my cum and leave me a load of his own. Being a bit of a cumslut, I smile inwardly, exalting at the prospect of his cum on my body. The wet sounds stop suddenly and I can hear him shift slightly behind me. I wonder where he's going to cum, and then I feel that question answered when his weight settles on the bed. I can feel his body looming over me, all around me, and the back of his hand settle on my ass. I am waiting now for the splash of a cumshot on my butt. What happens instead is the feeling of his fist shifting downwards, his dick in that grip suddenly lining up with my hole. His weight shifts forward and then, falling down on me in one motion, he penetrates my barely-stretched hole all at once. My cum and the left over lube being all the lube I got. I can't help it. I let out a yelp. I don't know if it's audible over the house music, but it doesn't seem to matter if it was. My ass is burning from the sudden penetration, but the guy doesn't miss a beat. He pulls out, slowly, and shoves his dick right back in just as before. And again. In this small room, covered in spit and cum, and being fucked by what I'm certain is a dick lubricated mostly in my cum from an orgasm just barely passed, I cannot feel pleasure from this fucking. I only feel fear at what he might do next. This brutal fucking is not an accident. This helpless, painful state was his plan all along and I don't know what I can do to stop it. Each sudden shove and slow retrieval sends pain shooting through my body, and I can tell now that this man is much larger than me- both his dick and his stature. I want to wake up from this nightmare, but something in me tells me it's better to just stay asleep. I adjust my face so that I can inhale from my popper rag. Somehow, I suppress the screams of pain bubbling up inside me. Somehow, I lie there, as limp as if I were actually asleep. Somehow, I bear this calculated, sadistic fucking. I don't know how long this lasts, but it feels like forever. I am thoroughly awake now, but I still keep my eyes shut tightly and my body limp. Eventually, the pain of the thrusts loses its burning intensity, giving way to a subtler ache. Then pleasure, as the poppers do their job. Similarly, those cruel, deep thrusts slowly give way to quicker, more manageable fucking. As I feel his dick pulse inside me, I know for a fact that he hasn't used one of the condoms at all. I don't worry about that now and I just count myself lucky that my cum worked well enough as lubricant. He collapses on me, his full weight on my "sleeping" body as his dick deposits the last of that well-earned load. His breathing is fast, but slows as the orgasm passes. As he regains his composure, he lets out a little laugh and whispers in my ear, "Night night, bitch." I don't say anything back. I don't move at all. He slowly gets up from on top of me and gives my ass an insultingly playful slap. I hear the man say theirs some special lube by the condoms, then the door open and I listen carefully as it closes. My hole burns from the brutal fucking. I feel the coolness of the air on my lubed ass. But it didn't last long before I heard the other guy. Ah that kind of lube, I brought some too. I wasn't responding still trying to keep up the fantasy. I could hear him pick something up, and tell me he's gonna lube me up good. Then I feel it, a wetness pouring directly onto my hole and his finger waiting to push it all in. Only thing is, I didn't hear the lube bottle. What was he using to lube me? A lube packet? It didn't take long for my question to be answered. There's one, my sleeping beauty, now two more. He poured more "lube" on my hole repeating the process to more times. "And for good measure" I heard him say before I could hear the shuffling of rubber and felt what I would later find out to be condoms, being fingered into my hole. I could feel the bed shift again, then what felt like a baseball bat at my hole. Now I've had big ones before but he was BIG with a huge mushroom head. I couldn't help but stir a little as he was working his way into me. I felt him push my face into the pillows, unknowingly making me take deep inhales of poppers. "Just stay asleep a little longer were almost there". His attitude mixed with the poppers really got me going and loosened my hole. I swear I could hear the pop of his head breaching my hole. Then he sank in me fully bottoming out. "Good boy". Then he picked up the pace fucking me with long hard strokes. Almost pulling completely out then back to the base. It was alot to take and I almost felt like "waking up" just to make the rough fucking end. But before I could make up my mind he trusted 4 more deep thrusts easily breaching my second ring. I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me. "Fuck your gonna wake up pregnant baby". He slowly pulled out and I could feel a wetness running down my leg. "Gonna have to tell the guys we have a passed out cumslut to gift." I could hear the door open and I was left alone again. As I breath a shuddering sigh, I wondered if I should have just asked someone to fuck me instead. I sat up to check if I still had condoms and sure enough they were untouched, but what was weird is, the prefilled condom I put there was now gone . . . The end? Let me know what you think maybe I'll make a part two!

found this on a hard drive - NOT MY STORY Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, sexy looking young guy with a nice body and a charming smile. Andy never has any trouble finding spunky men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the btm, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly, he thinks, because he always asks the men who are about to put their raw dicks inside him if they are "clean". So Andy read through the profiles that were on offer, and was drawn to one in particular. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had the most beautiful penis Andy had ever seen. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby player or something, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Andy had fantasize about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. So he sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one charge party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with poz cum. After a while Paul asked for Andy's phone number and he admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it! So they left it at that. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Andy went back to the computer, without cumming, and started chatting to Paul again. Paul said "Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it (-: "So Andy fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his hard-on got the better of him and and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was a really sexy guy! They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world. Paul worked up a huge gob of spit in his mouth and slowly let it fall into Andy's mouth. Andy opened his mouth and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again, and then Paul said "Come with me". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips, and began to piss, a strong stream of piss that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot piss, they went back to the bedroom. You like having me inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz cock touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight asshole before him. Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life" "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's penis stayed firmly placed at his boy-cunt. "Oh man, I want to put the rest of my cock head inside you Andy" They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. "Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured. "Oh yeah, I wanna put the whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my sperm. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers and then Andy said "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again" His cock slid in and out, sometimes all the way out, then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! The took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're my cum slut now, your a dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it" "Oh man, Oh yeah, fuck man, give it to me, fuck me up man!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. He fucked into Andy hard and fast, and deep, and then shot his load of thick white sperm right into Andy's open hungry ass hole. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight" Andy was overcome with lust and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

New Beginning Part 1 Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. ----- Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship. “What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on. “Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. “Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. "Let’s do it.” I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move. “Trust me,” he purred in my ear. He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. “There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. “Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss. “Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. “Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. ‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” “You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. “Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. “That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his. “Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. “Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. “Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. “Got something we can try,” he smiled. “Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.” I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock. “You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this. “Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. “Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. ‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit. “Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.” What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. “Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning. “Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. “Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. “Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.” I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. “You knew about me?” “Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” “So, what changed?” “I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. “Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. “That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. “And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” “Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.” That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs. “Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. “Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” “Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. “Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. Looking up into his eyes, I said it. “Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination. “Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too. Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more. “AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in. My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off. “Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back. I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. “Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. “Fuck! Do it!” “Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. “Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. “Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. “Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. “That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. “Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. "You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. "Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. “Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.” Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. “Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” “Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon. “Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. "Fucking take it," he kept grunting. He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. “You ok,” I asked after a bit. “Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” “Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him. I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine. After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it.

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

I just stumbled across an interesting WAPO article I wanted to share here... As always be careful clicking on hyperlinks... [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2025/04/03/trump-wilson-world-war-hochschild/?utm_campaign=wp_post_most&utm_medium=email&utm_source=newsletter&carta-url=https%3A%2F%2Fs2.washingtonpost.com%2Fcar-ln-tr%2F41ebbe7%2F67eeb3401c02d2281d849193%2F66845dc845de25149424c9ec%2F19%2F65%2F67eeb3401c02d2281d849193 Jim

My ex texted me: Happy Birthday! We haven't talked in a while. How is your special day? Going pretty good. But you know I don't go all out for my birthdays. Not really sure how to celebrate. So glad you remembered. Thanks! We should get together soon and catch up. Yes we should. I would like that. Fast forward just over a week to the next Thursday…..And another text from my ex. So, were you serious about wanting to get together? Yes I am. What do you have in mind? So we made plans to meet for dinner. And the drinks flowed. I was feeling good and buzzed. And I am sure he was too. Since he lives about an hour away, I didn't want him to drive. And since the bedroom was definitely NOT the reason we broke up, I offered to let him stay over so he wouldn't drive drunk. Once we got to my place, we started kissing. And one thing lead to another, we wound up in bed. Naked of course. He is on top of me and pulls back to look me intently. He says: I frequently have this fantasy where I hold you down and rape you. I am taken aback by how blunt he is, but I think it's hot. I say: Well, I would need 2 things. One, I would want to fight back so it feels real. And two, you can't stop and ask if everything is ok. He smiles. Me: And I would like it if you were extremely verbal and rough. Even if I get hurt. It will be just more to remember it by tomorrow. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. I get out a tiny scream before he covers my mouth with his and pushes his tongue inside. I guess it's on! We had more rough, hot, kinky sex that night than all of the kinky sex we had over our 5 year relationship combined. He called me names. Horrible names. Forced himself on me, and inside me. He dragged me to the shower and pissed on me before taking me back to the bed, still dripping. Floors, sheets, and bed be damned. I didn't care at all. I was horny and he was pushing every button I had. Some I didn't even know I had. And then the breeding - talk and action - began. He told me he was going to breed me, knock me up, get me pregnant, give me his babies. I was loving it. I knew he was poz but undetectable. Even so, the verbal onslaught was hot. I don't know how, but it was over an hour later when he said he was going cum. He was pounding my hole. It hurt. But it was all I wanted and asked for. And so much more. He literally roared: I'm cumming! I was certain my neighbors would hear that. And when he pushed in that last time balls deep, I screamed too. I knew I would be getting looks from my neighbors. But who cares! I could feel him swelling and then shoot shot after shot of cum deep in my ass. His cum convulsions were much more intense than anything I had experienced with him in the past. And I laid there and took it all in. The pain, the pleasure, the sweat. And most of all, his load. When he finally finished cumming, he pulled out and laid beside me. We were both breathing heavy. It took a few minutes to calm out breathing and heart rates. He finally broke the silence and said: I have a confession to make. I recently changed insurance and they are making me jump through hoops to get my meds. I ran out over 3 weeks ago. Good thing you are on PrEP. Me: Well, I have a confession of my own. I had to stop PrEP for a few weeks for some other lab tests. As we lay there mulling over our confessions, I noticed I was rock hard and turned on. I reached over to feel his dick and he was hard too. His dick was literally pulsing with his heartbeat. I sat up on my knees and straddled him. I reached back and lined up his dick with my hole and sat down. Me: Let's make sure I get pregnant with your poz babies. Another round of hot, kinky, and poz focused sex kept us up for another 2 hours. I had never known him to cum so many times in a single session. I was overflowing with his cum. Every time he came, my hole got slicker. And every thrust splashed cum everywhere. About 3 weeks later, I felt like I got hit with a truck. The fever, chills, aches all came together to tell me that I was definitely converting. He came over and actually convinced me to have sex again. I would have never thought that fuck-flu sex would be anything I would want. But it was hot. And he shot 2 loads in my ass. I couldn't get enough. Couple of weeks later, I arranged for him to go with me to get tested. We waited in the clinic for the test results. And then we were called back into a room for my results. Of course, I was poz. After the nurse told me the results and we talked a little while, he left us alone in the room to gather my thoughts. As he was leaving, he said: Take as long as you want. As soon as the door clicked closed, I kissed my ex and put his hand on my crotch. He could feel the hard on through my pants. In almost an instant, our pants were around our knees and I was getting fucked - bare of course - right there in the exam room in the clinic. Mid fuck, the door opened and in walked the nurse. He smiled and said: KY is in that drawer, but here is some better lube. He handed my ex the bottle of lube and then reached over and locked the door. He pulled down his pants, exposing his rather large dick dripping with precum. He said: I.could tell by your expressions that you were turned on by your results. I was hoping to join in. I am poz, no meds. My ex pulled out of me and turned my ass towards the nurse. Then said: I am sure he would love your load too. I lost count how many loads I took at the STI clinic. But when they were done, I pulled up my pants and immediately felt them get wet from cum leaking out. I walked out of the clinic with a bulge in front and a wet spot in back. And a smile on my face. As we passed the nurse in the lobby, he said: See you next week for your follow-up. He clearly planned on fucking me again. And I planned on letting him.

You seem to be questioning whether someone is being partisan, and suggesting that DEI may be part of the driving force for that, but without a clearer exposition of your hypotheses I have no way to assess, consider, nor respond sensibly to this post.

Surprisingly, there is talk in San Francisco of reopening bathhouses. They closed in the 80s due to the AIDS pandemic. Oddly enough, the license jurisdiction became the purview of the police department, which for years never allow them to reopen. Surprise surprise. The law was recently revoked. The local papers have reported the possibility of two bath houses opening. The cost is projected to be in the million so we’ll see what happens. Fingers crossed! I’m hoping that San Francisco can be a Mecca for gay people once again, especially with everything happened in the United States.

On holiday in a beachside city. Had been bred previous evening in a hotel in a nearby beach but had just checked into the hotel I was to spend a week of vacation. Checked Grindr and was contacted by a guy who sent multiple photos leaving no doubt he was into barebacking. He was local, not a tourist, and mentioned he had a shop nearby where he sold beachwear and sexy underwear and fashionable clothes. While he was happy to come to my hotel suite I had a fantasy of fucking in the shop and he was obliging. Five minutes later I was walking into his shop, a customer left and he locked the door and put up the closed sign. My fantasy would have had us fuck near the picture window but reality, almost as good, had us climb stairs to his living quarters. When we chatted he mentioned he had previously had staff working on this level but moved them elsewhere so that he could more easily hook up with guys there. A slut after my own heart putting ass before profit. He had a practised routine and a special mattress close to hand was quickly in place on the floor and after some hot kissing and sucking I was soon on my back naked having my ass stretched before taking a big load. Took several videos as holiday souvenirs.

I was 14, with a guy who was mid-20s. Met him at the local swimming pool. Only realised I was gay about 6 months before - everyone else fucking knew - and wanted my virginity to fuck off at the earliest opportunity. He made the moves and I totally responded. We saw each other regularly and he taught me a lot about sex, and who I should be in sex. He fucked me a lot of times and even though it sometimes hurt, there was never any time when I didn't love it. He saw exactly who I was and unfolded it out of me. Passed me around a few of his friends too. By the time we fell out of contact when I was 16, I was very sexually experienced, and within a couple of years I was using that experience to make money while at uni. I owe a lot to that man. To this day I'm grateful for those days and nights we spent together.

Love Gay spa and saunas. It's the perfect place to pick up another gay guy who wants exactly what you want as all the other gay guys also go to hook up with others for fun. It's an awesome place to pick-up hiv+ or any other STI. I still go. It's better than grindr .As grindr is useless and going to a gay spa venue is Awesome. It's roulette when it comes to having sex with a guy who loves bareback sex with you and he may have given me something like a sti or STD and that's the life we live as gays.

The door slid open and instant overwhelm filled my senses. The music pulsed and the party raged inside, I turned back to Griff. “Where are we, Griff?” I asked. “Welcome to the vortex, Tag. You’re gonna love it. He led me into the room and as soon as we were through the door it slid shut behind us, causing me to jump at the clang it made as it fully shut. I took in the scene before me. It was a wide open warehouse space that seemed to be a pop-up club of some kind. Everyone was writing around dancing or- wait. Were they dancing? Are they naked? I could swear I saw them- “Come with me.” Griff pulled me to a room off to a side before my eyes could fully adjust to the scene before me. We were now in what appeared to be a locker room. Griff brought me to a locker in the corner, 347. He undid the lock. I recognized Tom’s clothing inside. “What’s happening? Where’s Tom?” I asked, growing concerned. “He’s out there having fun, bud. Just like we will be in a minute. There’s a dress code here.Underwear or less only.” Griff said to me. I blinked at him unbelieving. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me?” “No joke, Tag.” Griff said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it in the locker. He looked good. He- I shook the thought from my head. Then he held my gaze as he unzipped and took off his jeans, putting them in the locker next. He was not in a hot pink jockstrap. My eyes were transfixed by his package. “See, no joke- Underwear only.” “But- I’m not wearing anything to make me look sexy like you. Er- I mean, I’m just in plain boxer briefs.” “I got you covered, Tag. I knew you might not be aware of what went on here so I brought you these.” Griff said, holding out a black jockstrap. I felt my dick jump in my pants, what a traitor it was. I was still so confused about all of this. I thought this would just be like a college frat party or something; a keg, some girls, maybe some pot. Now I had no idea what to expect from here. Griff took my face in his hands and brought my head to his so our foreheads were touching. “Look, I know this may be out of your comfort zone but I promise you that you are going to love tonight. It’s going to open doors for you. IT’s going to change everything for all of us. Tom and I we’ve been having all kinds of new fun and I want you to be a part of it, but Tom thinks you too innocent and doesn’t want to corrupt you. Let’s show him you can handle it- That this was in you all along.” “What was in me?” I asked. Then Griff was kissing me, I was shocked for a moment, then had a moment where I considered pushging him off of me to tell him I was no fag but his kiss felt… right. So I surprised myself by giving in. By kissing him back. We kissed for a few minutes right there at the locker before we broke apart, sheepishly grinning at one another. “You’re gay?” “Fuck, who needs labels kid? If it feels good, it's for me. Are you gay?” I blushed and stammered. He was hitting close to truths I hadn’t confided in anyone yet, hadn’t even acted on yet. ”Don’t worry, Tag. Tonight is going to feel good. I got you. Whatever you are, gay bi, whatever. I love you man, always have. Do you trust me?” “Of course I do.” “Good boy.” Griff said before reaching for then pulling off my shirt, I raised my arms and let him. Then allowed him to unbutton and unzip my pants. I let them fall. He then reached out and felt my bulge in my boxer briefs. “Damn, Tag. You’re big.” I swallowed down before reaching out, with his free hand he brought my hand to his pink jock encased package. “You are too.” “Put these on, then drink this.” He instructed, pulling a bottle with some juice from the locker. “We gotta get out there. It’s gonna be a good night.” I did as I was told, the juice tasted like shit. “What is this?” I asked as I downed the mini bottle of it, he must have spiked it with booze. “It juice with a little something extra, you said you trust me, remember?” And I did. I smiled at the way he watched me put the black jockstrap on. I’d always held a secret attraction to griff and now here we were, it was like a fantasy come true. When I was done, he threw my stuff in the locker and shut it before drawing me to him for another kiss. “Let's go man, tonight begins right now” he turned me around, slapped my ass and pushed me towards the door. Out in the club I felt self-conscious in just my jockstrap and shoes but Griff took my hand and felt reassured. Taking in the scene fully now I noted there seemed to be no women here, only men. They were all dressed in underwear or fully naked. Some did move in syncopation with the music, dancing. However, some also gyrated against each other sexually, making out aggressively or rubbing hard cocks. My eyes bulged looking over and seeing a guy on his knees servicing an older gentleman in leather who gave me a nod when he caught my stare. In another corner in a sling a blindfolded and harnessed guy was taking a cock up his ass while also sucking off a second man. I looked at Griff, then smiled. “This place is insane.” “Right?! We’re like kids in a candy store. Let’s dance.” And Griff pulled me into the mad crush of bodies. There were probably about 35 people in total. As we danced, we made out. Our tongues clashed and my hands found purchase on Griff’s toned body. He ran his hand along my side before bringing them to rest on my ass and pulling me as close to him as he could get me. He whispered in my ear “Tonight, you’re mine. And whoever else you want. But I need to have you, okay?” I could feel a warmth spreading in me and just kissed him more. This was more than I could have wished for and it was happening! Like some fucked up, kinky version of Cinderella where a black jockstrap subbed in for a glass slipper. The warmth I was feeling made me hornier than I had ever felt and I wondered what had been in the juice Griff had given me, but I also didn’t care. I slipped my hand down the front of Griff’s pink jockstrap. He broke from our kiss and looked at me. “Well, well, well. Someone’s eager!” And wasn’t I just that. I wanted him. His cock pulsed against my hand and I rubbed my palm along it before wrapping my hand around its length. “I need it, Griff.” I yelled in his ear over the thrum of music. “I know baby boy, all in good time.” Then a hand landed on his shoulder and spun him away from me, pulling my hand out of his pouch. I whimpered but let him go. When I realized who had spun him around, alarm bells rang out in my hazy mind. Tom. Shit. “Griff, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. I got distracted by a sexy hole. What have you been up to?” My big brother, Tom, asked Griff. Griff, ever the diplomat, seized control of the situation and feigning dance spun Tom around so now Tom’s back was to me. They gyrated against each other a few feet away and continued a conversation I couldn’t really hear. I knew I was fucked if Tom saw me, and not in the way I wanted to be. He’d probably kick me out, make me wait in the car or something. Why couldn’t he see me the way I saw him? Over Tom’s shoulder Griff signaled to me to go away “I’ll find you.” he mouthed. “Have some fun”. So I did. Feeling warm and horny I ventured off into the club on my own. END OF PART 2 What trouble will Tag up to on his own? Find out in Part 3- coming soon!

Aching for a thick cock to breed me

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...

This is a fictional story based on a few real life things. It'd dedicated to PartyandBreed -- I wrote this just for him. ***************************************************************** I always fucked or got fucked bareback and when BBRT came along it facilitated that itch in a mostly easy manner. At first I only hooked up with men who listed their status as negative because, years before PrEP, I didn’t want to become infected, but being a dedicated barebacker, and having a filthy mind, led me to consider HIV+ top men when I was horny. Even so, I still was not quite ready to take that step. I started using the breeding.zone website a bit later. I was mostly lurking, reading stories, adding the occasional comment until I decided I wanted to add something to the 'Bug Chasing' fiction section. I wrote “Cody’s Return” (which evolved into “Cody’s Bareback Adventures”) and the flood of years of depravity in my mind rushed out, including plenty of things I have never done and will likely never do. I was horny and the culmination of every porn scene, every dirty story, and every sex club I’d ever been to all culminated into characters and a story of things I get off on (mostly bug chasing, incest, piss). Suddenly my profile got a lot more attention and my inbox grew. I continued the stories later writing “Kevin Is HIV+” (a still ongoing story on this site). I heard from guys who loved what I wrote, some with suggestions, and others just loving the spank material. More than one of them I wanted poz cock from, if they were ever local. By the time I began writing these stories any fear of being HIV+ or taking cum from HIV+ men was gone and I was full on bug chasing and writing about things I actively wanted to do. A hot member named PandB messaged me and said he wants me and him to act out some of the fuck scenes from my stories. He said he’s not on meds and that he’d love to be the guy that infects me. With all of those stories, and several filthy messages, we agreed it’s what we both wanted to do. I wanted him to infect me, converting me into a HIV-positive bottom, and he wanted to do it … we’d tell each other this over and over several times over the course of a few months while planning for him to visit. He doesn’t live that far from me, but my life has been busy so we finally agreed to meet on a weekend after things calmed down when it’s convenient for both of us. He drove to my house and I let him in, we hugged, we looked at each other and things got very quiet for a moment. A smile crossed his face, a smile crossed my face and in that moment we both knew I’d have his cum inside me before we did anything else. I showed him around the house, and when we got to my bedroom he unceremoniously pushed me on the bed in a show of confidence, leaned down over me giving me a deep kiss, then, when the kiss was broken, he asked "Why aren’t you naked?” I pushed off my shoes and stripped off my clothing. Although he gave me another quick kiss, I'd estimate he had shed his clothing - his glasses, shirt shoes, socks, trousers, in three second flat, the entire time staring at me. Young guys are so fun and eager. At this point my cock was raging. We had talked at length about what we both wanted and needed. There was really no reason to talk anymore; he was here and we were going to fuck. That was it. He looked into my night stand but it was empty. “Lube?” he asked. “Bathroom, top drawer.” He grabs the Gun Oil and by this time I was naked, on all fours on the bed. “Get on your back,” he instructed as he lubed cock. 'Fuck yeah', I thought. I had thought he might want it doggie, but my favorite way to be fucked is on my back, legs up, especially if the guy fucking me is poz as I love seeing the face of a poz guy as he enjoys my hole. No sooner was I in position than I felt PandB's hands working some of the lube into my hole. He climbed onto the bed, looking at me, and pushing my legs back so they rested on his shoulders. Then he looked down at my ass, lining up his cock, I could feel his cock head slide around, and when his head penetrated my hole, and involuntary "Ahhhhhhh, go slow, aahhhh,” escaped my lips. PandB leaned forward, a smirk on his lips as his cock slowly sunk into my tight neg ass. “Ohhhh…. Ahhhhh … feels good,” he remarked. I couldn't take my eyes off his. “Yessss," he hissed in pleasure. This continued until his nuts were resting on my ass. “That’s all of it, dude. Now you've got an eight inch poz cock in your ass.” "An unmedicated poz cock,” I added, giving his cock a squeeze and a playful look. "Yup. Unmedicated,” and giving a push to emphasize the words, “Poz cock.” His cock lodged inside my ass, we made out. While I really, really wanted him to fuck me, and I was definitely ready as I was horned-up and absolutely wanted it, but but I also love being kissed. He held himself a bit more erect, my legs anchored on his shoulders, and rode my tight hole. I don’t get fucked enough and I imagine the friction on his cock told him as much. We stared directly into each other’s eyes. We had talked for months about what it will be like when we hooked up, what it would be like when he fucked me bareback, and how much he got off on the thought of infecting neg bottoms – especially when the bottom begs for it. I finally blurted out, “Fuck me man … I want your poz load inside me,” somehow sensing that he'd understand how desperate I was to have his poz cum inside my body He doesn’t say a word he just looks at me with a grin that says, “yeah fucker … you’re gonna take as much poz cum as I give you, I want you poz”. His eyes close a moment as he slowly fucks me and a moan escapes his lips, “Yes …. Fuck yes…. Been waiting for this”, “Me too man”. He fucks me like that for a good 10 minutes, not a lot of talking just the sounds of his cock and balls using my ass, but we know what we both want him to do and that mental connection is enough to keep thinks hot and heavy. When he leaves and drives back home I know we both want the HIV in his cum to have made its way into my bloodstream so that the next time I test I will get a positive result. Just thinking that he wants this as much as I do really makes me hard. Finally I feel I need to state that I want that first load, and I start talking filthy, “Fuck yea dude … you’re gonna fucking infect my neg ass, gonna give it to me, fuck me the way you did that guy told me about … convert me like you did him”, “Yes, yes … ohhhhhhhhhh fuck yes”. I just keep egging him on and on using my ass muscles to squeeze his cock on the outstroke while saying nasty things I know will make him need to cum. His face is sweating against my hairy leg and we’re both working him towards an orgasm that’s been several months in the making. My cock is leaking tons of precum now but I rarely cum during sex and being a bottom I want all of the attention focused on his cock and anything that makes him nut. “I want it PandB … I want your poz virus in me, … fucking infect me”, “Yeah … yeah”, he doesn’t say much. He’s sweating, the room is warm, and I know he’s focused entirely on using my ass as a receptacle for that unmedicated poz load. I’m pretty sure we’re going to do this 10 more times over the course of the weekend, but right now I just need his cum inside me so I can carry around his bug while we watch tv, kiss, cuddle and goof off. Also, the longer his load is in me, the more likely it’ll be absorbed into my body, and I’ll end up HIV-positive. “I want this dude … I want to be poz like you … I want to be poz”, that sets him off, “Hot fucker!! I’m gonna breed that neg ass … Gonna fuck it, breed it, and when I’m gone I guarantee you, you WILL be infected with HIV”. Then I hear the orgasm coming, “Uhhhhhhh… ohhhhhh god,…. Oh fuck, I’m close … I’m close”, I use that to squeeze down on his cock harder, “You want this”, “Fuck yeah I do”, “You want it … you wa…. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH FUCK !!!! OH FUCK !!!!!”, and his first load of poz cum is squirting into my ass. “Fuck! Give me that poz … “, but he cuts me off, “FUCK FUCK….. OH FUCK I’m cummmming so hard babe”. The rest of weekend went much the same, I took 12 more loads from him (gotta love youth). I messaged him on the 9th day after that weekend; I had the flu. I felt shitty but he had no sympathy for me. He told me it was fucking hot and exciting that we’d had sex and now I was sick. He said I was a bottom who barebacked and I deserved this for letting him cum inside me. I knew he was right, but I also knew I wouldn’t get hard over it until I got to feeling better.

From the "stories" about prison sex that I've heard, it would not be hard to imagine that some of my rougher Chem & fuck scenes were with ex cons. If they were I was only to happy to be their plaything. Couldn't walk after they'd finished but I knew I'd given them the sex they wanted & I was filled, dripping & ready for the next cock.

I'm 74...and yes, my insurance covered all three of my vaccinations.

Very hot start!!

absolutely! but cruising in general has always been hit or miss. heck, w the apps, now one doesn't even have to leave the house in order to strike out on a fri nite 🤣 but also the whole world is going this way. personally i think the gay bars would be a bigger loss than the BH but that's just me. i think losing the gay bookstores was huge and yet most people have forgotten them and adjusted. the internet gave us unprecedented access to info. but it's also helped isolate us. and that's true for everyone, not just the "gay community."

Man alive. Watch your blood pressure, there.

Funny how uk can stop this but they can’t stop the boats

Part 6 "Eat my ass, boy" Now, even getting my ass railed bareback by a total stranger, I was still in the mood to use my mouth (This is even after being mercilessly throatfucked earlier). DomTop617 continued to thrust in my hole as Steve laid on his behind in front of me. He stroked my stained face with a kind hand, and then he got on his back and spread his naked legs. I got to work, and started to lick his hairy asshole. He brought his hands behind my head and began lightly pushing my head even closer. The summer heat had made his taint and hole moist, and I licked and kissed and penetrated his hole with my tongue. Before entering his home, I had thought Steve would simply be a cuck on the sidelines. Now, I was giving him anallingus. DomTop617 was lost in his own primal lust, pounding away at my hole. As I was in the middle of going down on Steve, DomTop617 grunted: "Here is comes, boy". He buried his entire cock in me, and he climaxed right then and there, the new feeling of hot cum swimming into my once untainted rectum. He collapsed on me for a second, our sweaty bodies glued and stuck together. After a moment of him laying on top me, he steadied himself up and stammered back towards my front, where I had continued with my make out session with an old man's asshole. DomTop617's standing over me caused me to stop, and I looked up at him, my eyes probably glazed with ectasy. "Did you like that boy?" I smiled: "Oh yes, Sir. I did." "Thank Sir by cleaning his cock" I got to my knees and began sucking his semierect cock. I was a sweaty mess, which contributed to the taste of his penis. After a minute of this, he tuffled my hair with his hands and said goodbye, dressed, and left. I never knew his real name. Steve still wanted me lick his ass, so I continued that for a few more minutes, cum beginning to ooze out of my hole as this was going on. Finally, Steve orgasmed, and cumed buckets, the cum steaming towards his balls, which I gladly cleaned up. Breathing heavy, Steve exclaimed: "That was the greatest thing that's ever happened" and he laughed. As I dressed, I thanked Steve for this amazing time, and asked for DomTop617's email, which he gave. I also told Steve not to tell Tom (remember, the gangbang organizer from Part 1?) about my barebacking, as I wanted to surprise him at the next gangbang. Steve smiled and agreed. TEN DAYS LATER ----- It was the monthly gangbang, and I had specifically asked Tom to fuck me first. I stressed to him that condoms must be used as usual (I grinned as I wrote that). He acquised. So, I was there, on the bed, surrounded by a half dozen older men. Tom was at the center, cock fully erect, clothed in a condom. Steve watched, smiling. Tom began fucking me, and I decided to milk it for a few seconds. He fucked me with a condom for a few moments before I told him to pull out. He groaned and asked what was wrong. I turned around, and got on all fours in front of him. I grinned at him, and held his cock, and began removing his condom. "Fuck me bare, Sir" Tom wasted no time, turning me around, and finished what I started. He removed the condom and threw it on the bed, and with a animal like fervor he began to mount and fuck me. I smiled as another Man made me suck his cock during this. I smiled, because I knew I would be getting at least seven loads in my ass today. THE END.

Idk why you feel so entitled to a response from him. He writes some of the hottest content on the site, he doesn't need to reply and let us know when he will be posting an update. He's finished all of his stories so far, idk why you would assume he won't finish this one.

Will be sorry if Breeding Zone is blocked here in the UK although in the spirit of every cloud having a silver lining would be good to see the toxic X blocked

Chapter 5: Poor Unfortunate Soul I couldn't stop watching. I've never seen Paul so submissive. He's the top of the couple, and he told me he never had any intention of getting fucked. Instead, he's moaning like a bitch, his eyes rolled back, and his ass moving on the priest's big cock, wanting it more and more. Father John mounts him like a bull, digging his nails into his smooth, round, white butt of a young rugby player, and pulls him onto his cock. Paul screams in pain for a moment, but it quickly turns to pleasure again. I see blood coming from the flesh, Father John has literally dug his claws into my poor boy's ass. And he lets it happen. I'm paralyzed with terror and disgust, Father Paul's blue eyes were filled with evil lust. As if sensing my presence, he turns abruptly to the window. He sees me and smiles evilly. He starts fucking Paul even more brutally. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, so he takes it off. He reveals a perfect body for a man his age. Muscular, tanned, thick white hair everywhere. He has a huge tattoo on his back: a pentagram, and in the center the biohazard symbol. I recognize that symbol immediately. I know it means HIV. I start screaming, telling Paul to stop. Father John looks at me and laughs, my screams are drowned out by his laughter and Paul's groans. I run to the front door, Luka, who has been standing next to me the whole time, tries to stop me. "It's too late for your boyfriend. Soon he will be one of them. One of us." Upon hearing this sentence, a primal rage takes hold of me, and I punch Luka in the face, who faints on the floor. I enter the house, I run to our bedroom: Father John, standing, with his back to me. His dirty tattoo moves in rhythm, as he fucks my boy. Paul is lying on the bed, his moans are fainter, he is exhausted. The sheets are soaked in his blood, Father John continues to keep his claws in his round ass. "Leave my boy alone, asshole! You disgusting monster!" Father John turns calmly, as he continues to fuck him. "Paul, my beloved, do you want me to stop?" Paul opens his eyes with difficulty, and can only whisper "N-no... please.... don't stop...." "Paul, your boyfriend is here, maybe we should stop" he continues to say with that evil grin plastered on his face. "N-no...I want you....I don't give a damn about him....I love you...." Hearing those words, Father John starts to fuck harder: "Oh yeah? You love me? Do you know that your loser boyfriend is watching us now?" "Y-yes, he finally sees me enjoying myself" "I'm going to make you become like me, boy. Do you want to sacrifice your life to the purest and darkest pleasure?" "YES MY LORD" "Let my poison pervade every cell of your body, and you will finally be free! HAIL DARK LORD, I GIVE YOU ANOTHER LOST SOUL" They both explode in an incredible orgasm. Blood, cum and sweat merge with their bodies. And I can't help but watch. My poor Paul.

Chapter 2 My mind was in a warm, horny mess. The furry, muscled daddy kept barebacking me, groaning and grinding as my wet slippery hole spasmed around him. The slam had me euphoric and begging for his cock, even as I felt it stretch open my cunt, and over the sounds of our sloppy fucking, his deep uncontrolled grunts as he owned his masculinity by barebacking me. Slowly, he began pushing me forward, his staccato-esque pounding increasing in fervour, and soon, he had a leg up on the bed. This allowed his plunges into my cunt to reach depths that had me scream out, forcing him to push my face down and growl "Not that loud, slut. Bite down into the pillow, and scream out." I whimpered, shakily and nodded, lost in a euphoric trance. He began to slow down and I relaxed with him, my moans going from shrill to soft sighs. His hands slid over my back and casually slid over my neck, and quickly, he lifted his other leg onto the bed. "Relax for me, baby. This next fuck will be intense." I felt his weight on my large ass cheeks, his hairy, sweaty groin spreading them open, our bodies linking up electrically. He leaned into me further, his thick, soaked chest hair cooling me. "Spread your legs, baby. open wide. Daddy's going to fill you up good." The anticipation of his cum had me more turned on than I could express. Spurts of clear, watery cum kept pouring out of my soft cock, and with his instruction, I spread my legs, feeling him push in deeper. He pressed my face into the bed, and slowly pulled out, releasing wet pops from my hole. His fingers tightened around my neck, and without warning he plunged in hard, and again, and again. A croak escaped my mouth as he battered my hole, his cock pistoning in and out of me and a rumble emerging from him. My fingers wrapped into tight balls as I clutched the bedcover, both loving and agonising over his fucking. Sweat and slime draped my raw-dogged cunt, his pubic hair burning the lips of my cunt as he pounded me out. His hands kept tightening around my neck, as he fucked me and from the corner of my eye, I watched the large mirror beside us. There we were, on the white sheets of the bed. Me, legs akimbo, face down and a blurred, body rippling, and him, a man mad with primal lust. his head was upturned, mouth open, back arched and legs crossed as he fucked my hole deeper with every second. His muscles were taut and from here, I could see that he was covered with glitters of sweat emerging from his copious fur, clinging to his beautiful musculature, a vision to behold. A guttural howl escaped his lips and each slap into me was hard, and angry, showering me in all the sweat that clung to his body, while spots began to appear in my vision. "I'm going to cum." He whispered, tight with control. I didn't know what to feel other than bliss, and non-existence. At that moment, I was his hole, and I would do anything to make sure that his cum would slather my insides. "I'M CUMMING YOU FUCKING SLUT!" He bellowed, followed by a rising scream. His final lunges were echoes with deep roars from him, and as the last bits of air began to escape from me, his body jerked over me, and I felt it. Each convulsion was followed by angry, intense groans, and he finished with "Take my poz cum, slut." I didn't react negatively to this, but it spurred me on, opening myself up to him in every possible way. I always wanted to have a poz man breed me. That was the true lack of inhibition. The joy of toxic cum branding my sore, puffy cunt. A thick, explosive burst of rich cum spurted deep inside me, and as his clasp over my neck relaxed, I could smell his orgasm. There was something about the smell of cum, musky, and strong that had me burst out, releasing gushes of liquid out of my slowly hardening cock. He laughed, his voice huskier, weaker. "That was beautiful, baby." He pulled out gently, pulling me up, and releasing his cock from the confines of my cum filled man cunt. His fingers traced the edges of my swollen hole and slid in, making me gasp and they slid out, doused in thick, whitish liquid. He moved my face towards and slipped his fingers in my mouth, making me taste him, my hole and looked into my eyes with an intensity I couldn't describe. It was animalistic like he had claimed me. I shuddered at the thought of being his. He turned me slowly and in a raspy voice whispered into my ear "Clean me, slut." My legs slid onto the floor and the blood rushed up to my head, making me totter around for a second. He held me, despite my skin being slippery and rose to a kneeling position on the bed. He then leaned back his throbbing manhood rising above the thicket of his wet fur like a tower of male dominance over me, like it was symbolic in some religious way. His cock rose In the amber light was still hard, now wet and sticky with our combined fluid. I didn't hesitate. I took him in entirely, down to the root, lips clasped over my teeth. I wanted to show him what I was good at. I went down slow, relishing the taste of us on his thick, can-sized cock and watching his head pitch back, moaning. The meth/molly had a second burst in me as my blood rushed to my head, and with it, awareness of every vein, even muscle, and the scent of his rich cum, sending me in a non-stop motion of suctioned sucking, my tongue lapping over his blood filled member. "Yesssss," he whispered into the ceiling arching his buttocks forward and feeding this thickening cock into my gullet. Saliva escaped with his emerging cock, and with it, any thought in my head for air. He held me still and slipped his tumescent cock out of my hot, steaming mouth and looked at me, his eyes dark again. He wanted to fuck me, once more. Maybe he saw the thought form in my head and his dominant side awakened; he clasped my head in both hands and began to face fuck me ignoring my gags as he hissed. I made it a habit, high or not, to always cover my teeth when a cock touched my lips, and he was loving it. I patted his thigh with urgency, begging him to release me as I couldn't breathe but he didn't seem to care. His body smelled breathtaking in a rich, thick pheromone-like haze, and as I looked at him, he looked at me, and snarled, his canines glinting in the light. He was in bliss. Eyes rolling up, with whatever strength I had left, I pushed his groin off my face, gasping hard as his saliva-covered cock slapped into my face. As I breathed in, another rush of blood brought the slam back up, and in a second, we were at it again. This is what he meant by letting go. The intensity, the strength of the slam had me in awe. At this point, anything he wanted, I would do. Just to feel that rush. X-------------------------------------X Hey Guys! The week has been a bit hectic with work, and I'm a bit ill. I hope this will suffice for now, I'll resume the chapter in a few more days. Thank you for the positive responses! He kindly looked like this, sans the tattoos. Well, except one. And hairier.

Hear hear, I had the thrombosis from hell one week after my first jab and still suffering (it happened in May '21 and I had an operation related to the consequences on my foot last month) I do hope RFK Jr will be confirmed and all the corruption will be revealed.

First off. Its an antiviral not antibiotic. And you have to take them for at least two weeks before it's affective. The sad thing is that people who don't use it correctly get pozzed and then tell their friends that PrEP doesn't work and puts those who take their word for it, and spread HIV to even more people.

Prologue The flight was uneventful. I did a lot of thinking about what I was going to do. I knew that I couldn't poz my wife. Even though we drifted apart over the years, I couldn't do that to her. I also knew that I needed to continue what I started in Chicago. I landed at the airport, got my luggage, and walked to my car. On the thirty minute drive home, I decided that I would tell her that we should separate. I won't tell her that I was a soon-to-be poz cumdump. I would tell her that I want to explore other kinds of relationships. If she pushed, I would tell her that I had grown interested in being gay. No reason to hurt her more than necessary. I pulled into the driveway, grabbed my stuff and headed in. My wife heard me come in and welcomed me home. "Welcome home Greg. How was the flight?" "It was good. Smooth." It was at this moment that I realized that I never even called her last night. This would be suspicious. I had to think of something to say but she spoke first. "Sorry that I didn't call you last night. I was out with friends and lost track of time." "No problem, hun. I lost track of time as well after the presentations got done." A look of relief but sadness came over her face. I took my bags back to the bedroom and started unpacking. "How did it go with the client?" I told her about the presentations and how well we did. I told her that I believed that we would get some future work and I might end up having to go back to Chicago. "Cool. Congrats. Did you enjoy Chicago?" "Yes. It seemed like a nice place." "Great. Greg. Sorry. I can't put this off. We need to talk." Uh oh. This can't be good. I looked up at her. She looked sad. "Something happened last week." "What happened, hun?" "Well. I was lonely last week and went out with my girlfriends for drinks. They told me that I should check out Tinder. You know. Just for some entertainment. Not to meet anyone but just tease the guys. I decided to do it. I started talking with a guy and we flirted a lot. I eventually decided to meet just to say hi. Anyway, we met at a bar and had some drinks. I ended up going home with him and we were together." My jaw dropped. She was never spontaneous. Our time together was always on a schedule. Never spontaneous. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh hun. It's ok. I understand. I have never been good at fulfilling you." "No Greg. You have been fine. I really didn't mean for it to happen but it felt good to be desired like that. After our night together, I thought that was it. You know. A one-night stand. It wasn't. We saw each other a bunch of times last week. I don't know what happened. I just couldn't stay away from him. That's where I was last night." She started crying. "Hun. It's ok. Don't cry. I get it. Even though I try to please you, I know it hasn't been good enough." "No hun. You are fine. I just don't know. He fulfilled me differently than you. I don't know how to explain it." "I presume he is more of an alpha." She looked down. "Yeah. Much more dominant. Definitely an alpha. I lost all control." "I presume he is bigger than me as well?" "Uh. I don't want to say." "It's fine. I know I am not that well endowed. We always said we would be completely honest with each other." "OK. Yeah. He is bigger and thicker. He made me feel things that I had never felt before. I am sorry." "Hun. It's ok. I also have a confession." "Oh?" "Yeah. Something happened for me last week too." "Wait! You were with another woman last week?" "No." "What happened?" "I was actually with another man. A dominant man." "Are you saying you are gay? That explains it! That explains why we sometimes feel unfulfilled together." "I don't know what I am. He was dominant and I felt like it was my place to be used by him." "Did he use condoms?" "No. He didn't." "Oh. Guess I shouldn't feel guilty that my guy didn't use condoms either. Did you enjoy the anal sex?" "Yes. I did. It took me a bit to get used to it but it felt good." "I agree. I enjoyed it too." My jaw dropped again. We never had anal sex. She never wanted it. It repulsed her. "Wait. You had anal sex?" "Yeah. He wanted it and for some reason, I couldn't say no. I couldn't say no to anything he wanted." "I understand. So where does this leave us?" "I don't know. You know that I love you but I need this." "Yeah. I love you too but I know I need to continue to pursue this. I need to see where this leads." "OK. How about we live together for now and see where it goes?" "I am ok with that, hun. I won't get in the way if you two continue to hookup. If you want to go out, that's fine. If you want to do it here, I can leave. I don't intend to bring any guys here but I may go out at some point to explore. Does that work?" "Yes hun. Thank you for being so good about this. If you don't mind, I might want to head out for a bit." "Sounds good. Go enjoy. You deserve it." "See you later." She turned around and left. I was relieved. That went better than I had expected. I needed to blow off some steam. I douched and jumped on the apps. Nothing promising. This town is boring. No bathhouses but there are a couple of arcades and an adult theatre. I decided to head to the theatre. I grabbed my poppers and lube and headed out. Thirty minutes later, I pulled into the theatre parking lot. I went in. I had been there a few times. It's a bookstore with a couple of theatres and a few video booths. I decided to try out the theatres first. I paid the fee to use both theatres and headed in. There were a few guys sitting in seats. A bareback video was showing on the screen. I walked down and sat in the first row. The floor was sticky. I was imagining all of the loads that guys dumped on this floor. I felt sleazy but it was turning me on at the same time. I grabbed my phone and went on Telegram. Tony had sent me a message. "Hope you had a good flight, boy. Please stay in touch." I sent a message to Rob and Tony. "Sir. Found out my wife has been banging another guy all week. We came to an agreement. I am continuing to play and she can have her fun. To celebrate, I am in a sleazy adult theatre right now looking for fun." I pulled my poppers out and took a hit in each nostril. I pulled my pants down. I jerked a little while watching the video. After a while, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. He sat a couple seats down from me. I looked over at him. He was a Hispanic guy. He looked over at me and then started watching the movie. A few minutes later, he stood up and walked past me. I could see that he had his cock out. It was above average size and thickness. He came back towards me and stopped in front of me. I hit the poppers and got off the seat. I knelt in front of him and opened my mouth. He stepped in and I licked the head of his cock. He moaned. I moved forward and took his cock in my mouth. I could feel the sticky floor on my knees. I was definitely getting fresh and old cum on my knees. I felt sleazy but even hornier. I started sucking him. He put his hand on the back of my head. He wasn't face fucking me but his hand made sure that I couldn't pull off his cock. I pushed forward trying to get his cock into my throat. I pushed it as deeply as I could and held it there. He moaned loudly. I am sure others could hear. "I need your ass." I stood up, turned around and put my hands on the seats. My back was to the screen. I could see others watching us. He moved behind me. "Spread 'em" I reached back and spread my ass. He saw the lube on the ground and picked it up. I heard him squirt some on his cock, stroke it a few times and then felt it at the entrance of my hole. He pushed a little and pulled back. Over and over, he pushed a little further. Then, his cock popped in. "Hot pussy." He grabbed my hips and pushed all the way in. I let go of my cheeks and held onto the chair. He didn't waste any time. He started to fuck. His cock was stretching my hole but felt so good. I looked around and saw people watching the movie and then looked back to watch us. A guy stood up and walked down the aisle until he was in the same row. He came within a couple of feet of us. He dropped his pants and started to jerk his cock. I was loving this. I was in a sleazy theatre. My knees had dried cum on them. I was being fucked by an anonymous top while others were watching me. I was a sleazy cumdump. Years ago, I would never have considered doing this. Think of all of the years I wasted. My thoughts returned to the top fucking me. He grabbed my hips tightly and started to fuck fast. "Cumming in your pussy." I had to hold the seats tightly as he pushed hard into me. I felt his cock swell. He pulled out, took a step back, pulled up his pants and left. I stayed in position. The guy that was watching us came over behind me. I spread my ass again. He took the hint. He stepped forward and pushed his hard cock into already used fuckhole. It slid in easily. "mmmmmm. creamy hole." "Yes Sir. It needs all loads." "Good." He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me. I continued to look around. Guys were still watching us. I was hoping I was putting on as good of a show as the movie. "You poz?" "Not yet." "You probably shouldn't come to a sleazy place like this. Never know what bugs you might pick up." "Doesn't matter. My holes are meant to take all loads." "mmmm. Good. Take my bugs, cunt!" With that, he pushed hard into me. My head leaned back. I was in ecstasy. He pulled out, zipped up and left. I looked around to see if anyone else was interested but nobody moved. I sat down on the seats. I wondered if the cum was dripping out of my used fuckhole. If so, it would be adding another layer to the seats. After several minutes, I slipped my pants back on and headed out of the theatre. Several guys watched me leave. I left the theatre and headed over to the video booths. Several guys were hanging around. I headed into an open booth. I deposited some money and started watching a bareback video. A few guys walked by, looked in, and kept going. I hit the poppers and pulled my pants down again. I pushed my ass the edge of the seat and stuck a finger in my hole. A glob of cum came out and hit the floor. I immediately reached down and scooped up the cum and put it in my mouth. "Such a dirty slut. You want another load in there?" "Always" I turned around and faced my ass towards the door. I heard him drop his pants and came into the booth. I spread my cheeks and bent over. I heard him spit and felt his cock at the entrance of my fuckhole. I took a hit of poppers and he pushed his head in. "Such a cummy hole. I like it." "Breed me" "I plan on it." He grabbed my shoulders for leverage and started to fuck me. His cock felt great. Each thrust hit my prostate. I realized that I never saw his face. I heard his invite and turned around without looking. I was lost in the pleasure and realized he was fucking me with short fast strokes. "I'm cumming" He pushed hard. I pushed back at him and squeezed my fuckhole to milk every drop out of his cock. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. I pulled on my pants and headed out. I knew this was my future. ---- this is the end of this part of the story. I will be starting a new story called Greg's Evolution that will detail his continued evolution and descent. It might end up in another forum because it might include substances besides poppers. Thanks to all that read this story and enjoyed it. It was my first time writing a fictional story. Even though it is fiction, there are parts that are based on my actual experiences. ---

Part 6 I woke up the next morning. I was sore. My legs ached. My ass ached. I was sore but content. It was a night beyond my wildest dreams. I got up and got ready for my day. In the shower, I felt my fuckhole. It wasn't gaping. It felt tight. Sore but still tight. I finished getting ready and heard my phone beep. "Good morning, boy. How are you doing?" "A bit sore, Sir but doing well. How are you?" "Tired but doing well. Do you have plans for today?" "Another day of presentations. I might have to go out with the boss tonight. I have been putting him off all week." "No problem, boy. Unfortunately, I am not available tonight. Feel free to rest tonight or play. Whatever you want. I told the people at the party that they could contact you if they wanted. Feel free to play with them or not. It's up to you. I would like to get together tomorrow night though." "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Have a good day. Talk later." "Thank you, Sir. Have a good day." I was disappointed but understood. I finished getting ready, grabbed a bite to eat, and headed to meet my boss. "Good morning, Greg. How's it going?" "Good. How about you?" "Good. Had a good meeting with the other client last night. Ready for today?" "Yep. I am not scheduled to do any presentations today. My final presentation is tomorrow morning." "OK. Let's go impress them again." We went up and met with the perspective client. The day was another day of presentations by my coworkers. Lots of questions but the team continued to impress them. We wrapped up again in the early afternoon. "Greg. We are crushing it. I want to take you out for dinner tonight to celebrate." "Sure thing. I would like that." "OK. I will meet you at your hotel at 6 and we will go out." "Sounds good. See you then." We parted ways. I went back to the hotel. I thought about what I might do tonight. I might want to just rest at the hotel. It's been a busy few days. I went onto the internet. I checked BBRT. There were a few messages. Several were from random people that looked like fakes. Then, I opened another message. "Hi boy. We met at your gangbang. I would like another crack at your holes if you are interested. It would be much quieter. Just you and me." He provided his cellphone number and told me to text him. I checked his profile and pictures. He looked like the guy from last night. Skin and bones. His status said positive. I sent him a text. "Hi Sir. I got your message on BBRT. I was the bottom at the gangbang last night." "Hi boy. How are you?" "Doing well. Still recovering but doing well. My name is Greg." "My name is Tony. Interested in some personal playtime?" "Maybe. I have to go out to dinner with my boss but might be available later tonight." "Cool. Let me know after. Got a place?" "Yes. I can be available at my hotel." I gave him the name of the hotel. "It's only about 30 minutes from me. Let me know." "Sure thing." I decided to do a quick douche before dinner in case I decided to play. It got to close to 6p and I got a text from my boss. "I'll be there soon. Meet you out front." I got dressed and went downstairs. My boss was waiting for me. We went to a local restaurant and celebrated the great week we were having. If only he knew. My boss asked, "You leaving after tomorrow's session?" "No. I am hanging out for another night. My flight is scheduled for the next morning." "OK. I have to head out after today's session. I have a late afternoon flight." We continued our dinner. I went to my phone and opened my text messages. I sent a message to Tony. "I am just finishing up with my boss. You still interested tonight?" "Yes. How about 9p?" "I would love that. Keep me posted." "See you later." I finished up with my boss and headed back to the hotel. I hit the poppers and douched again. It was about 8:30p. My phone buzzed. "I'm on my way. I will let you know when I get to the hotel." "Great. Can't wait." I watched some porn and hit the poppers. I put more poppers and lube on the night stand. I turned off some of the lights but left a few on. My phone buzzed. "I'm here. Room number?" I sent him the number and made sure everything was ready. A few minutes later, he knocked. I went and opened the door and let him in. "Good to see you again, boy. Glad we could meet again." "Me too. Sir." He stripped off his clothes. I remembered him from last night. He was basically skin and bones. Like last night, his cock hung low and looked angry. He reached out and started rubbing his hands over my body. "mmmm. Love the hair. Never got a chance to really check you out last night. Turn around." I turned around so my back was to him. He started running his hands over my back down to my butt. He rubbed my butt. Squeezing each cheek. He came closer until his body was against mine. I could feel his cock sitting in my crack. I could feel it pulsing. He hugged me and then ran his hands across my chest again. He pinched each nipple. I moaned. "Head over to the bed and get on your back. Bring your knees to your chest." I went over to the bed and got on my back. I got as close to the edge as possible and pulled me knees to my chest. My feet were up. I felt him come close to me and pulled me closer to the edge. Then he knelt between my legs and spread my ass cheeks. He ran his fingers through my crack and touched my hole. "Looks like you are still tight. Glad last night didn't ruin you." I jumped as his tongue touched my hole. He licked lightly and then started sticking his tongue in my hole. I moaned. He started to tongue fuck me and then stopped. "Move further onto the bed but stay on your back." I slid further on the bed. He climbed on the bed and got between my legs. He pushed them back and went back to rimming me. I moaned. I was enjoying the attention on my hole. Then, he stopped. He moved up until his body was between my legs. I looked down to see his cock was hard as a rock. He pushed my legs outward and climbed in between. He handed me a bottle of poppers and grabbed the lube. I took a hit in each nostril as he rubbed the lube on his cock. He grabbed his cock and lined it up with my fuckhole. He started to push in. I took another hit in each nostril and held it. He continued to push until the head slipped in. "ahhhh. Still nice and tight." He continued to push until he was fully inside me. He pushed my legs back and out. He was in control. He slowly pulled back and pushed in as he stared in my eyes. "I never heard. Are you on prep?" "No Sir. Never been on prep." I felt his cock swell. "Wow. Are you a bug chaser?" "No Sir. I hadn't knowingly taken an unmedicated load until this week." I felt his cock swell again. He continued to slowly fuck me. It was incredible. "You could probably still get pep. There might be a chance." "It's too late for me." He smiled and started to slowly fuck faster. "I haven't ever been on meds. If you hadn't guessed, I am full blown." "Yes Sir." "And you are good with me breeding you?" "Yes Sir. My purpose is to please tops. To be a receptacle for their loads." I looked him in his eyes. His stare was intense. He picked up speed. "OK. Ready for my AIDS load?" "Yes Sir. Fuck me with your deathstick. I am ready for you to poz me." I stared in his eyes. The look grew even more intense. "ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh" I could see the intensity and pleasure in his open eyes as I felt spurt after spurt of cum filling me. His pumping slowed down but he didn't withdraw his cock. His cock felt softer but he started to slowly fuck my hole again. "Such a hot hole. I have been known to cum several times. Gotta work my load in you." "Thank you, Sir." He continued to slowly fuck me. "I chased but didn't have any luck until I had a gangbang. That is when my status changed. I decided I would become a gift giver because there seem to be so few out there. All bug chasers and no gift givers." "Do you stealth bottoms too?" "Sometimes. I hit the bathhouses and breed in dark rooms. If they don't ask my status, I don't tell them. Otherwise, I tell them." I could feel his cock getting harder. He smiled down at me. "There. My cock is back and ready again." He started to slowly pick up the pace again. I was in heaven. I knew I was fulfilling my purpose. I had no fear any more. Only excitement. Then, he stopped and withdrew. "Turn onto your side." I turned and he slid up behind me. I pulled my asscheek up and he slid in behind me. His cock found my hole and he pushed in easily. Once fully inside me, he started to fuck me. He grabbed my shoulders to give himself leverage. It felt like his cock was longer than before. With each thrust, he hit my prostate. I was leaking and moaning. "Yeah. I like fucking like this. Feels like I can get even deeper. Like my deathstick?" "Oh yes, Sir. It fits so well inside me." "Do you know what it is doing to you?" "Yes Sir. It is working your AIDS load deep in me. Helping it soak into my system." His cock swelled and his pace picked up. "Damn right. You will be taking a part of me with you." He continued to fuck. I was beginning to lose track of time. I realized I hadn't been using the poppers. I didn't need or want them. I was enjoying this feeling too much. "I have ten confirmed conversions. Obviously, I don't know if I will be the one to convert you but I am going to think that it was me." "Yes Sir. I don't know how many strains I will have in me but I treasure them all." His cock swelled again. I jumped. His pace picked up. We were both starting to work up a sweat. He was grabbing my shoulders strongly. Each thrust was filled with power. They didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable. Each one further drove my need to serve. His pace picked up. "Here comes my second load." He grabbed my shoulders hard and pushed hard into me. I smiled and pushed back at him trying to push him even further into me. I squeezed my hole around his cock. I needed that precious cum deep in me. "ahhhhh" Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. He was panting and laid there not moving. He released his grip on my shoulders and reached around and rubbed my chest. He moved down and rubbed my leg. "I am going to pull out for a bit. Your hole really drained me. I should be able to give you another load." With that, he pulled out and got up and headed to the bathroom. I remained on my side. I reached around and stuck a finger in my hole. It was hot and wet. I started to slowly finger fuck myself. I heard the toilet flush and the sink but I kept fucking myself. "What do we have here?" He walked over and climbed on the bed. He tapped my arm and I withdrew my finger from my hole and brought it to my mouth and started sucking the juices off it. He replaced my finger with his own. One finger and then a second. He started finger fucking me. He started to hit the sides with his finger nails. I could feel some pain but I was also enjoying it. I could taste the mixture of my ass, his cum, and metal on my finger. He withdrew his fingers from my ass. "Get off the bed but stand close. Bent over." I moved back and stood at the end of the bed. I bent over at the waist, spread my legs and waited. I felt him move in behind me. He spread my ass and roughly stuck his fingers in me. He started to finger fuck me again. This time, it was much harder. I could feel him hitting the sides over and over. Then he stopped. He came over beside me and showed me his fingers. There was blood on them. I opened my mouth. He smiled and stuck them in my mouth. I greedily licked the juices off his fingers. He withdrew them and went back behind me. I felt his hard cock slapping my hole. "Spread 'em" I reached around and spread my ass cheeks. He stuck the head of his cock at my hole and held it there. Then, he pushed in hard. "owwww" "Gotta make sure it takes." He wasted no time in fucking me. He grabbed my hips hard and started fucking me at a frantic pace. He grabbed my shoulders and used it for leverage. Over and over, he slammed hard into me. I was starting to lose track of time as his relentless assault on my ass continued. I huge smile came across my face as the pain was replaced by immense pleasure. Then, he stopped. "Turn over. Stay at the end of the bed." I climbed on the bed with my ass on the edge. He pulled me closer to the edge. I reached up and grabbed my legs and kept them spread. He lined up his cock to my abused fuckhole and pushed in again. Once he was fully in, he grabbed my legs and pushed them back. He started his relentless pounding. It felt like his cock was hitting me even deeper. I looked into his eyes. He was more intense than I had ever seen him. He was animalistic. He was on a mission. He knew what he needed to do. He fucked. Hard. Minutes passed. I knew my ass was getting beaten up. I loved it. His already fast pace became frantic. "Welcome to the brotherhood." He slammed in me. I felt his cock swell. An immense look of pleasure came over his face as he came deep in me. He held me there. Finally he pulled out. I immediately turned over and laid on my stomach. He laid down next to me and rubbed my butt. "How long are you in town?" "Tomorrow is my last day. I fly out the next morning." "What time is your flight?" "I am leaving for the airport about 8a." "OK. I would love to swing by before you check out and give you another load to remember me by." "I would like that. I will keep you posted." "Cool. I have to go. I really enjoyed this and hope we can meet again." "Same." He got up, used the bathroom, got dressed and came back over to me. He slapped my ass, kissed it, and left. I was completely satisfied.

Part 4 I woke up early the next morning. I was still naked with the butt plug firmly inserted. I got up to get ready for another busy work day. I got in the shower and started working on getting the butt plug removed but it didn't want to move. It was really locked in there holding all of the precious seed deep in me. After several attempts, it finally popped out. I lathered up and fingered my hole. It was tender but felt great. I couldn't believe the last two nights. I had taken several toxic loads and knew I needed more. I felt some regret about what I had done but that was replaced with a high level of horniness. Again, I told myself that I should probably not repeat but the voice in my head said to me. "It's too late for you." I finished getting ready, grabbed a bite to eat, and headed over to meet my boss at the client's office. "Good morning, Greg. How was your evening? Do anything fun?" "Not too much. Just took care of some things that I needed to take care of." "Cool. Ready for today's meeting?" "Yeah. Shouldn't be too bad. I am not scheduled to do any presentations. I am just facilitating others at our company." "Cool. Let's go impress them again today." We headed up to the same conference room that we were in yesterday. Others filed in and I got my laptop setup. My phone vibrated. I got a message from Rob. "Good morning, boy. We still on for tonight?" I responded "Yes Sir. You want me there at 7p, right?" "Yes boy. I will send you directions later. Have a great day." "Thank you, Sir. Can't wait." I put my phone down and started the meeting. I took notes as my coworkers presented various technologies to the client. There were lots of good discussions. I paid attention as best as I could but kept thinking back to the past two nights and thinking about what might be in store for tonight. The day seemed to drag on. I wanted to get through the day and get to tonight. Again, our presentations ended mid-afternoon. As my boss and I walked out, he commented on the day, "This has been going well so far. I think we may get some business from them." "I agree. It's been a good showing from our company so far." "Yep. You doing anything tonight?" I responded, "Not sure yet. How about you?" "Yeah. I am meeting with one of our other clients tonight for drinks. Sorry that I hadn't invited you." "It's all good. Maybe some other time." "Have a good night. Can't wait to impress the client again tomorrow. Good night." We parted ways and I headed back to the hotel. I got back to my room and stripped off my clothes. It was about 3p. I had a few hours to go. I followed my ritual - pulled out the poppers, went to the hypno vids site and followed along. I watched a new one. This one showed images and encouraged me to be a bareback slut. It told me to take all loads. No questions asked. Images of tops with scorpion tattoos flashed. Hit the poppers. Biohazard tattoos. Hit the poppers. Cocks pulsating. Dumping their loads deep. Hit the poppers. I was so horny. I stopped the video and went and started to douche. I ordered some food so I could be ready for later. About 4:30p, my phone beeped. I got a text from Rob. "Afternoon boy. Are you prepping for tonight?" "Yes Sir. I ordered some light food and am prepping." "Good boy. Here is my address. Can you make it here for 7p?" I clicked on the address. It said it was about 45 minutes by car. "It says about 45 minutes. I should be able to get an Uber to take me there." "Good boy. It's going to be a very late night for you. You probably won't be able to get back to the hotel until early morning. I have some prep work to do here. Keep me posted on your progress." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I put the phone down and put on some clothes so I could meet the food delivery. I grabbed my food and went back to my room and ate it. I was nervous, anxious, and excited all at the same time. I texted my wife. "I am heading out to meet my boss and a client. Don't think I can call you tonight." She responded. "No problem. Good luck." I went back to my videos and prep work to pass the time. At about 5:30p, I started getting dressed and looked for an Uber. It would be here about 6. Perfect. I sent Rob a message. "The Uber has been ordered. I am on schedule." "Good boy. Bring your poppers, your jock, and the butt plug. I have lube." "Yes Sir. I have them." "Good boy. When you get here, go to the entry door and press the buzzer for apartment 502. I will buzz you in. Walk through the doors and go straight until you get to the elevators. Take it up to the 5th floor. Get out, turn right. My apartment is on the right. Knock on the door. I will let you in. You will come in, strip and kneel. Understand?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Text me when you are just about here." "Yes Sir." I grabbed my phone, ID, my room key, the butt plug, and my poppers. My heart was pounding. What am I getting myself into? I walked out my door and headed down to meet the Uber. I went outside and waited. I was scared and horny. I waited. Time seemed to drag on. Eventually, the Uber arrived and I hopped in. I was heading off to the unknown. He said it was going to be intense. I wondered what he might have planned. I tried to stay calm but it was impossible. It seemed like we hit every red light. I was getting anxious. Had I made a mistake? Should I just chicken out? Surely, he would forgive me. My phone buzzed. I got multiple pictures. The first was a bed. It looked like it had a bunch of pillows in the middle. I looked closer. Something is coming from the corners of the bed. It looked like straps of some sort. The second picture looked like a screenshot. It looks like a party ad from BBRT. The title said "cumdump breeding party". I kept reading. It said the party starts at 8p. The ad said "Newly corrupted cumdump being hosted in my apartment tonight. All loads accepted and encouraged. Cumdump will be poppered up and ready to be used. Only rule is that no condoms are allowed. Be advised that event may be recorded and/or broadcast". I re-read that last sentence and focused on the "recorded and/or broadcast" part. My heart started pounding even harder. I looked at the third picture. It looked like a group text. It looked like there were four replies. "I'm in." "Me too." "I may be a little late but I will be there." "I'm there. I haven't cum in over a week. Hope he will be ready." It felt like my heart was going to explode. I jumped onto BBRT. I went to the party ads. It was there. The party ad that he shared with me. It said 12 attendees. I opened the ad and requested an invite. Might as well make sure I was included. I looked at the attendees. Some tops, vers tops, and vers bottoms. I clicked on a couple of the tops. First one had a status of neg. Another said undetectable. I clicked on another "positive". My heart continued to pound hard. The car slowed and pulled to the side of the road. "You're here." I didn't realize we had arrived. My mouth was dry. I was shaking. I thanked the driver and added a tip and got out. I was in front of small apartment building. It was nice looking. Nothing too fancy but it wasn't bad. I went to my text messages. I replied to his message. "I just got here. I am trying to get the courage to go to the building." "Good boy. You will be fine. I will take care of you. It will an amazing evening." I was shaking. I couldn't move. I responded. "I am just scared." "I know boy. It's too late for you anyway. You know you will walk to the door and you will have the time of your life." "Yes Sir." I took a deep breath and took one step. Then I took a second step. Then a third. I arrived at the front door. I pulled it open and stepped inside. I turned to the left. There were several buttons. I located the button for 502 and pressed it. Seconds later, the inside door unlocked. I stepped through. I walked through the building until I got to the elevator. I pushed the button and the door opened. I stepped in the elevator. I could barely push the button for the fifth floor because my hands were shaking so hard. I finally hit it. The door closed and it started its climb. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Someone was standing there. I was startled. "Going up?" "uhhhh. Yeah to five." He stepped in. I wondered if he was going to the same party. He reached over and hit 8. The door closed and the elevator started moving again. The elevator stopped and the door opened. "Are you getting out? I think this is your floor." I looked and saw that we were on the fifth floor. I stepped out and the door closed behind me. I turned right and started down the hall. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I got to 502. My hands were shaking. I managed to knock on the door. I stood and waited. The door opened and I stepped inside. The door closed behind me. I lowered my head, and with shaking hands, I removed my shoes and socks, pulled my pants down, folded them loosely, pulled my shirt over my head, folded it and placed it on my pants. I knelt. He asked "Where are things that you brought?" I pulled the poppers and butt plug out of the pants pocket. He took them from my hands and said "Stay here. I will be right back." "Thank you, Sir." My heart continued to race. A few moments later, he returned. "Stand up and follow me, boy." I rose but kept my head down and followed behind him. I walked through the main living area, past the couch and into a hallway. He stopped at an open door on the left. "Here is the bathroom. Go in and use it and then come back and wait in the hallway." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I stepped in and closed the door. I sat on the toilet for a minute wondering how I got here. I relaxed and relieved myself. I finished up and walked over to the sink. I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I worked up the courage to continue. I opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Moments later, he reappeared. He led me down the hall a little further to another door that was opened. He stepped inside and I followed him. "Take a look, my boy." I lifted my head and looked around. In front of me was a bed. It looked just like the picture that he sent me. There were a bunch of pillows on the bed and I was right. There were straps coming from the four corners. Looking to the side, there was a desk with laptop and monitor. It looked liked there was a webcam on top of the monitor. It was aimed at the bed. "This is where tonight's activities will take place. We will get you on your hands and knees on the bed. The pillows are meant to keep you at a nice height and make sure you are comfortable. You will be restrained so you can't get away." He chuckled. A nervous smile came across my face. "You mentioned that you would be ok with me recording our time together so I am taking you up on that. There is a twist though. I belong to several Telegram groups. You use Telegram?" "No Sir." "Not a problem. Well there are several groups that I belong to that get into the kind of play that you and I enjoy. I will send them to you later. Anyway, I plan to share some of our play with them. The way that will work is that I will be launching a zoom room and sharing the link to those that are interested. I will also be recording it so I can break the video down into some usable sections. I plan to upload those to some bareback video sites. I know that sounds scary but don't worry about it. I will be positioning you so that your face is covered. If you want a hood, I can make that happen as well. Thoughts?" I gulped. "I don't need the hood. Please do what you can to conceal me but I will leave it in your hands." "Good boy. We will be using safe words tonight. If it gets too intense for you, simply say 'red' and the play will immediately stop. If you start to reach your limit and need to slow down, simply say 'yellow'. Don't worry. I will take care of you. Understand?" "Yes Sir. I trust you." "We will take some breaks throughout the night to let you stretch your legs, etc. But if at any time, you need a quick break to use the bathroom, eat or drink something, just say 'purple'. I recommend waiting until there is a break but it is ok if you can't. I want this to be a memorable and fun experience for you. That is the most important part. Understand?" "Yes Sir." "Do you want anything before we test this out?" "No Sir. I am good." "Good boy. Hop up on the bed and get on the pillows. Have your butt facing the camera." "Yes Sir." I climbed up on the bed and crawled over to the pillows. I rested my chest on the pillows with my legs behind them and my arms in front. He crawled up next to me. "You need some more pillows underneath. Your ass needs to be higher." He climbed off the bed and came back with more pillows. I raised up and he pushed more pillows under me. "Much better. Stay still." I felt him grab my right ankle. Then, I felt a cuff being wrapped around. Then I felt him repeat the process with the left ankle. He climbed back off and then I felt the straps getting tighter. They were pulling on my legs but it was not uncomfortable. He climbed around in front of me. I noticed that he was naked. His cock was in my face. I instinctively opened my mouth and licked the head of his cock. He moaned and pushed the head in slightly. At the same time, he grabbed my left arm and wrapped a cuff around it. He started pushing his cock in me a little and wrapped the cuff around my right arm. "I am leaving your arms loose. I want you to be able to grab the poppers and use them." He laid a towel on the bed between my arms and put the poppers on them. "Make sure you can reach them." I continued to suck his cock and grabbed the poppers. I put them up to my nose and inhaled in each nostril. His cock was hard as steel. He started pushing it into my mouth. I felt his hands on each side of my head. He started pushing into my mouth harder. "Such a good boy. You can tell how excited I am for tonight but I can't cum now." He pulled out of my mouth. I was disappointed. "Don't worry, boy. I will use you soon. As always, you will get the first load from me. It's 7:30. Almost time for the fun to start." He withdrew from the bed. He came back a moment later and pulled a blindfold over my eyes. "Oh. I almost forgot. You will be blindfolded at times. Sometimes, I will remove it so you can see who is using you." He climbed off the bed and I was alone. I could hear everything. I could hear my heart beat. I could hear him walking around. I heard some typing on the computer. "Hi John. How is the camera angle? Can you see him ok?" I was confused. Who was he talking with? "Tip the camera down a little, Rob." "How's that?" "Perfect. I'll see you soon." "Thanks! See you soon." Now, I knew what was going on. He was adjusting the webcam for the best view. "The camera is all set, boy. Have you ever been to a gangbang?" "No Sir. And the most loads I have ever taken was 5 loads the other night." "Wow. Hopefully, we can crush that record tonight." There was a knock at the door. "Be right back boy. Don't go anywhere." He chuckled as he left the room. Again, I was left alone. I could hear a muffled conversation but couldn't make out what was being said. The voices grew louder. I thought I could hear them talking about the bathroom and then the conversation ended. I heard footsteps in the room again. "Ok boy. The first guest has arrived. You may remember him from the other night. Do you remember the guy that likes to rim? Tom?" "Yes Sir. He had an amazing tongue." Rob laughed. "Yep. That's him. Well, he is going to prep your hole a little. Afterward, he will be in charge of the door. I will be staying in the room with you the entire time." As soon as he finished his sentence, I felt someone climb behind me. Then, I felt it. My cheeks were being parted and a tongue entered my fuckhole. It had to be Tom. I moaned loudly. I dropped my head. Hands touched the sides of my head and lifted it slightly. The blindfold was moved up. I opened my eyes and could see Rob in front of me. He moved closer. I opened my mouth and he slid his hard cock into my mouth. "Look how hard I am, boy. You have gotten me so horny." He grabbed my head harder and started pushing his cock further into my mouth. I tried to relax as I felt it entering my throat. I started to gag but he held his cock in my throat. I started to panic but he continued to hold my cock in my throat. I was starting to get more desperate and he withdrew. I gagged. Tears ran down my face. He put his cock right back in my mouth and pushed forward. I knew I needed to do better. I held back my urge to gag. Again, his cock entered my throat. I started to panic but I tried to relax. He pulled back and pushed forward. Back and forth. He started fucking my mouth and throat. I tried to take it but the panic was growing. Then, he pulled back slightly and just held his cock in my mouth. "Open." I opened my mouth. Then, I tasted it. Cum. He was cumming in my mouth. I kept my mouth open as I felt spurt after spurt of cum. Then, he pulled his cock out completely. "Swallow." I obediently swallowed his cum. "Good boy. I promised you that you would swallow my load before the end of the week. That was just a pregame warmup. I will be breeding you." Rob pulled the blindfold back over my eyes. I realized that Tom was still rimming me. I was totally lost in sucking Rob's cock and pleasing him. I heard some typing at the computer and heard footsteps. Then, Tom stopped. "Thanks Tom. Get me ready to breed him." I felt Tom hop off the bed. I heard the sounds of a wet mouth engulfing a cock and moans. I continued to hear slurping, sucking, and moaning. After a couple of minutes, Rob spoke. "Thanks Tom. Time for me to breed my boy." I felt him climb on the bed and move behind me. "Hit poppers as often as you want and whenever I tell you, boy." "Yes Sir." I immediately inhaled deeply in my left nostril and then again in my right. I felt his hard cock sliding up and down in my crack. Then, it was at the entrance. "Take 5 short, sharp hits in each nostril." I put the poppers in my left nostril. I hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. I could already feel it in my head. I moved the poppers to my right nostril. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Then, I felt his cock slide into my fuckhole. I exhaled. My head was swimming. He held his cock just inside my hole. He pushed in another inch and then pulled back a little. Then he pushed in again. I moaned. "Take a deep hit and hold it." I inhaled deeply and held. He pushed the rest of his cock in until he was fully in. "Keep holding." He pulled back slightly and then pushed back in. He fucked three strokes. "Keep holding." I was starting to get uncomfortable and felt panic. "Exhale." I exhaled. He started fucking me. "Good boy." He continued to fuck me. I felt his legs slapping against me. He grabbed my hips tightly. He started to grow more animalistic in his thrusts. "Here comes the first load in your fuckhole, boy." He slammed hard into me and held me tightly. I could feel his cock swell and spurt after spurt of cum hitting me. My head rolled back. I was in heaven. I knew this is what I was meant to do. I was meant to provide pleasure to tops and be a receptacle for their cum. He held his cock in deep and then slowly withdrew. He moved around in front of me. "Open." I opened my mouth and he inserted his cock. I sucked his cock. I loved cleaning him after breeding me. I heard a knock at the door and someone walk out of the room. It must be Tom going to answer the door. I continued to suck as I heard muffled voices. Rob pulled his cock out of my mouth, removed my blindfold, put his hands on both sides of my head and tipped it up. I was looking right at him. "I think the party is about to begin, boy. Remember the safe words. I got you." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." He smiled and moved the blindfold back over my eyes. He patted my head and got off the bed. I heard some typing on the computer and then he spoke. "How is it looking so far everyone? I am reading through your comments. Yes. He has swallowed one load and I just dumped one in his fuckhole. Yes. He is neg. Well, he was neg before this week. Yes. I am poz. Not on meds. That's a good idea. I will get a scoreboard to record poz and neg loads. I have a whiteboard around here I can use." I heard him open a drawer in the desk and pull something out. I heard what sounded like a marker writing on a whiteboard. "How does that look? Cool. Ah. Looks like our first guest has arrived. Welcome. My name is Rob and I am your host for the evening. Tom let you in. When he is not answering the door, he can help you with your needs. If you want him to rim you or suck you, he is at your disposal. The camera is over here so that you aware. You can see our cumdump is in breeding position. He already swallowed a load and has a load in his fuckhole. You can use either of his holes as you want. " "Thanks. My name is Alan. Fine looking cumdump you have there. Oh. You are tracking his loads. Cool. Do you want to know which column or wait until I breed him?" "It's up to you." "Cool. I will let you know as I am dumping my load in him. Tom. Suck my cock." I heard someone drop to the floor and heard the sound of someone licking and slurping. "Am I allowed to breed him multiple times tonight? Or is it a single fuck and go?" "As much as you want. Just make sure others get a chance." "You got it. Thanks Tom. Time for me to fuck." I felt him climb up on the bed. I felt hands rub my ass. Fingers ran up and down my crack. Then, he touched my hole. He pushed a finger in. "Yum. Love a sloppy hole." He continued to push his finger in and out of my hole. His finger hit my prostate. He pulled out and I heard a deep inhale. I heard the sound of his cock getting lubed up. "Even though he has cum in there, I like my cock well-lubed." Then, I felt his cock at the entrance of my hole. He rubbed it up and down the crack and pushed slightly. It didn't go in. Just a small poke at my hole. I took a hit of poppers in my right nostril and held. I felt my hole try open and bring his cock in. "Yes boy. Bring my cock in." I did another hit of poppers and felt him push slightly. His cock was thicker than Rob's. He continued to push and then I felt his head pop in. "Oooh. Tight cumdump. That is rare. I bet he won't be as tight after tonight." I hit the poppers again and felt him continue to push in. It was uncomfortable. It felt like his cock was getting even thicker as he pushed in. I hit the poppers again and he continued to push. Then, he was all the way in. He wasn't as long as Rob but was thicker. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck. I felt full but my ass accommodated his cock. He kept a steady pace as he fucked me. The fullness subsided as he continued to fuck me. He started to pick up the pace. He took his hands off my hips and grabbed my shoulders instead. His thrusts became harder. Then, he pushed hard into me and grabbed my shoulders tightly. "Take my toxic load, you slut!" It felt like he was trying to push his cock as deep as he could into me. He withdrew a little and pushed back in. Several thrusts and then he pulled out completely. I felt empty. He slapped my ass. "Gotta rest a little and I will be definitely hitting that ass again." "Thank you, Sir." I heard a marker on the whiteboard again. I started to relax and then I felt a cock push into my hole. It was much thinner than the last guy. "Hey boy. Remember me? This is John from the other night. I couldn't wait to get back in your fuckhole again. You are much looser than the other night." He grabbed my hips and immediately started fucking me. He was neither slow nor gentle. "I love sloppy holes." He continued to slam his cock into me. Luckily, his cock was much thinner. If he had been thick, it would have been uncomfortable. I tightened my hole around his cock. "Ooooh yeah, boy. Grip my cock. You are going to make me cum." He started fucking faster and then grabbed my hips, pushing hard. After a few moments, he withdrew and came around to the front. I instinctively opened my mouth and he pushed his softening cock in. I could taste my ass and cum. "You know my status, Rob." I heard Rob chuckle and the marker on the whiteboard again. John's cock continued to soften but I continued to suck on it. He pulled his cock out and patted me on my head. "Thanks boy. Until later." Then, I felt a tongue at my hole. It must have been Tom. He was sticking his tongue in my used fuckhole. He pulled back. He said, "Yummy loads in there so far." He dove back in and then stopped upon hearing a knock on the door. Rob asked, "You doing ok so far, boy?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Need anything?" "Only to please everyone, Sir." "Good boy." I heard footsteps. "My name is Scotty. What do we have here? A hungry cumdump? Your ad said all loads. That include poz loads?" Rob answered, "Sure thing. Here is his current load status." "Cool. Let's use that mouth a little first." I heard him walking around and then Rob spoke again. "Boy, have you ever been with someone with a PA?" I gulped, "No Sir." "OK. Scotty, please take it slow with him." "I will. At least at first." I felt him climb on the bed. I grabbed the poppers, inhaled in each nostril and held it. I exhaled and opened my mouth. I felt him move forward. His PA touched my bottom teeth. I opened wider, he lifted up slightly and pushed his PA past my bottom teeth and into my mouth. I didn't know what to do. I could feel the ring in my mouth but tried to ignore it. "Flick your tongue around the ring, boy." I tried to do what he told me to do. I flicked my tongue around his ring. I felt his cock swell. "That's it boy. It won't hurt you." I continued to flick my tongue and then he pushed his cock further in. "Don't worry, boy. I will not push it into your throat. It takes practice to learn how to do that." He pushed his cock in a little and pulled back. He fucked my mouth slightly. He pulled back slightly and I started flicking my tongue around the PA again. I was rewarded with a moan. I licked the tip and could taste his precum. "Open, boy. That's enough sucking." I opened my mouth and he withdrew his cock from my mouth. His PA clicked against my teeth as he pulled out. He crawled around the bed until he was behind me. Rob said "Start hitting the poppers boy. Short, sharp hits in each nostril. It will be uncomfortable going in." I put the poppers up to my left nostril and hit it. I switched to the right and hit it. Back and forth. I felt his cock at the entrance of my fuckhole. The PA resting against my hole. He started to push in. It was uncomfortable at first. I kept hitting the poppers. Before I knew it, the PA was inside me. He continued to push inside me. His cock was a nice thickness and I enjoyed the length. His ring hit my prostate and I jumped. "I think he likes it." "Oh yes, Sir. I do." He continued to push into me. His cock was long. Finally, he was completely inside me. "Love the feeling of this fuckhole. My ring should really help get those loads to soak in." He pulled back until his cock was almost out of my hole. It bumped my prostate as he pulled back. Then, he pushed back in and hit my prostate again. I jumped. I felt my cock leak. He continued long, slow strokes. Hitting my prostate each time. The pleasure was intense. I kept feeling my cock leak. It felt like I was going to cum or pee. I couldn't decide which. He slowly started to increase the pace. He was still taking long strokes. He grabbed my hips firmly. I was so excited. He continued to increase the pace but his stroke was getting shorter. Hitting my prostate over and over. "Definitely enjoying this hole and he seems like he is enjoying my deathstick." I hit the poppers again. He continued to pick up the pace then I felt his grip tighten on my hips. His pace became frantic. He was slamming into me now. It felt amazing. Then he stopped. I felt his cock swell and spurt after spurt of cum hitting my insides. This was deeper than anyone had been in me. He pulled back slightly and pushed back again. Hitting my prostate over a few times. Then, he slowly withdrew. His cock popped out of my hole "Such a good hole. Can't wait for another turn. Mark down another POZ load for him." I felt him get off the bed. I heard the marker on the whiteboard again. "OK everyone. Time for him to take a short break."

Its Sunday afternoon , my usual day to buy groceries up at Brookshires. Its a warm day and as usual I have on a pair of shorts , commando of course and a T shirt. I arrive at Brookshires , walk in and get my cart and off I go to the isles .. as I'm shopping I run into an old gay contact. His name is Mac. He's my height but heavier with a big fat cock about 7 1/2 inches with a slight curve. I remember it well because I sucked it off twice. We had some small talk and he tells me the news he is now poz but on meds and undetectable . He said he needed to use the bathroom while we were talking and I said I needed to go too.. I really wanted to see his big cock , I believe he had the same intentions .. We both walk into the bathroom and its empty. We belly up to the stalls and pull our cocks out.. I looked at his big cock as it was pissing and started getting hard.. Mac asks " you wanna suck my poz cock?" I said "why not ! " We went into the handicap stall.. I dropped my shorts when we stepped in.. My cock was already hard. Just so happened he was also commando and dropped his shorts.. His big cock was hard and standing tall !.. we started rubbing our cocks together. Mac pulled me close and we started kissing deep. I rubbed his hard cock as we made out.. I soon went to my knees and started sucking Mac's big poz cock. MMMMM is was really good. I just love sucking a big dick like a whore bottom boy. Mac held my head and started face fucking me .. I soon tasted his slick precum as it hit my tongue .. Mac's says " you should come on over to my house." I agreed.. We quickly put our pants up and finished up our grocery shopping.. I was soon at Mac's door. He let me in.. He had on a bathrobe with his cock hanging out the front.. I love that.. i wasted no time and I grabbed his cock as we quickly started making out again.. I unbutton my shorts drop and they drop off reveling my hard cock.. Mac is rubbing and squeezing my ass with both his hands while I'm rubbing his big dick.. We soon head for the bedroom.. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt off.. I'm now naked with a throbbing hard on... Mac sets his robe on the chair .. Mac walks toward me , his cock was standing tall , mmm it looked so hot.. He gets close and my legs automatically spread apart.. He pulls my legs up and gets close.. His cock was on top of mine as his rubs his cock back and forth in a fucking motion .. his big cock looked so hot on top of mine . Soon he guides it down to my boy hole.. He says " you ready to take my poz cock?" What could I say at this point, I said " yeah , fuck me with your big poz cock" Mac says " yeah , you like that big poz cock !" Mac continued to rub his big cockhead back and forth across my boy hole.. His precum was making it slick .. Mac says as he slips the head in " mmm take it !" It felt so good as I love cock head slipping in and out . I was hungry to have his big poz cock up my ass.. Mac kept working his cock deeper and deeper up my ass till he was balls deep..He then fucked me deep with long strokes keeping the pressure on my ass.. My cock was hard as he fucked me good and deep.. Mac says " you want that hot poz load don't you boy?" I said "yeah" in between the moans every time he drove his cock deep.. Mac says "good , cause I don't pull out ! " Mac continues to work my ass over , his precum had my ass walls all slick. Mac says ," your prostate is absorbing my poz cum , you like having your prostate pounded and massaged with my poz cock don't you boy !" I said "yes" in between the moans.. I soon had to cum as I couldn't hold it .. I stroked my cock as he fucked me , I soon shot a huge load... I moaned and moaned as I cummed while he pounded my prostate !! I must have shot a dozen squirts of cum !! Mac says " you ever taken a poz load before ? " I said " I don't think so " Mac says " mmm a virgin" Mac picks up the pace ,, I could tell he was turned on fucking my neg ass knowing he would be my first poz load" Soon Mac starts to whimper and grunt .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load deep in my ass ! He pulls out and looks at his prize before he slides back in to finish his orgasm.. When he pulled out I could feel a couple streams of sperm sliding down !! Mac slowly fucks me . Mac say's "I love fucking a creamed ass!" Mac pulls my hips and drives it deep and holds it there.. Mac says " absorb that seed boy ! " Mac never lost his hard on and fucks me slowly making sure he pumps every last drop of cum in my ass ! He finally let me loose after 15 minutes ! I get up and slip my shorts on and head home.. My ass felt really good, cum fucked , stretched and pozzed.

I was in college the first time I experienced POZ cock, or rather I saw a guy, my boyfriend, taking POZ cock. I was more of a top, and my boyfriend Bobby was more of a bottom, but we changed it up every so often to keep things exciting. We tried flipping, but it got boring after a while. He had a hard time keeping it hard enough to top me. Ugh... And of course, we fucked bare. We talked about adding a third guy to our relationship, but didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want him to start to stray, secretly, however, the thought of seeing another guy fuck him got me hard. Anyhow, we needed some sort of an outlet to get our rocks off. I was in the campus library one night, and yes, maybe I was looking for the rumored glory hole in the basement, you know, out of curiosity more than anything. Anyway, I stood at the urinal, stroking my cock a bit, and waited. After a few minutes, I gave up. I let my stiffy go down enough to piss and headed out. Across the hall from the bathroom was a bulletin board. I gazed at a few postings absent-mindedly and one jumped out at me: GET OFF ON PHOTOGRAPHING HOT GUYS WITH EACH OTHER? JOIN OUR NAUGHTY GAY FUCK PHOTO CLUB EMAIL YOUR PICS TO ******@******.COM FOR AN INVITE Sweet. I snapped a photo of the address with my phone and headed home with a smile on my face and a semi-hard dick in my pants. Bobby and I thought it would be just what we needed. We didn't need to cheat to get off on watching other guys mess around. We set up my phone on my desk with an auto-timer and took some playful photos of us on my bed, with undies pulled down to show pubes but no dick, and some that sort of showed our faces, but not really. We got so hot “posing” that he was able to get it hard enough to fuck me senseless! It wasn't until he pulled out of my cummy hole that I realized that we had left the auto-timer running, and it was all captured in pics! We sent some of the more playful photos and one or two nude fuck pics, that didn't show our faces, to the email address. Within minutes, we had an invite for a photo session that weekend. We arrived at the address on Saturday night, right on time. The building looked like a frat house. We rang the bell, holding hands and grinning ear to ear. A cute guy in his mid-20s opened the door and invited us in. He showed us where to stow our clothes, if we wanted, and then led us into the living room, which had been converted into a photo studio, complete with professional lighting equipment. There was a platform in the middle of the room about waist high and a mattress. Our host told us that the group met every other weekend and usually two of the members would have pose in front of everyone and the other members would take photos, sometimes close-ups, sometimes showing faces, but only if the guys “posing” were comfortable with that. Some of the couples would simulate penetration, and some would really have sex. There were condoms available, but some of the guys preferred it bare. Bobby made a joke that he was SURE everyone preferred it bare. Our host mentioned most of the couples “posing” were boyfriends, but a few were single guys who were interested in the “art” of it, or just getting their rocks off. He also mentioned everything that happened would be fun and consensual. No one would pressure us to do anything we weren't comfortable with, and we had to do the same. No pressure. Period. Finally he said we were welcome to take as many photos as we liked, and even strip down and jerk off if we wanted, but no group action, again, unless everyone was comfortable with that. I could tell by the way his cargo shorts were swelling, he was getting hard just describing the rules to us. We relaxed and shared a beer. The doorbell rang, and he excused himself to answer the door. Most of the rest of the group had arrived at once. Our “models” for the evening would be a cute couple, Ryan and Kevin, who liked to “pose” as much as they liked to take photos. There were six other guys there, all with really nice-looking digital cameras hanging around their necks. As hot as they were, I was a bit surprised at how chill everyone was. The “models” were both sort of twinky with smooth relatively-hairless tight bodies. Ryan and Kevin undressed each other, pausing every few seconds for the guys to snap a few pics. They stripped down to matching black jockstraps. Two guys had unzipped and started to jerk off as Ryan and Kevin sucked each other's dick. Kevin ate out Ryan's hole as guys leaned in to take photos. I was totally hard as Kevin lined-up his bare cock and edged it into Ryan's slippery hole. Bobby was fascinated. He leaned in very close and Kevin pulled out so just the head of his cock was in Kevin's ass. Kevin moaned as Bobby leaned in so close for a photo that his hands brushed Kevin's sticky cock. The guys rearranged into a few more positions as the rest of the group snapped away. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, but everyone really did stay calm. I found myself so mesmerized that I was forgetting to take photos. I knew Kevin was close. He pulled out and spread Ryan's asscheeks apart, then flipped him over onto his back and slid his bare cock all the way in. Bobby and I were so close as we snapped photos that we could see the cum pulsing through Kevin's dick. He eventually slid his softening cock out of Ryan's ass. Ryan pulled apart his cheeks to show Kevin's load oozing out. The frat boy host, who had been “professional” the whole time, leaned in for some creampie close-ups. He got closer and closer. “May I?” he asked. “Be my guest” said Ryan as his hole winked. The frat boy stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Ryan's ass, covering his tongue with Kevin's load. He swallowed it down. Then, like nothing had happened, the guys toweled off and we all went into another room where there was a computer bank set up. All of the guys uploaded their photos into a folder and the frat boy emailed a link to us all so we could download them. We shook hands and left. On the way home Bobby went on and on about how sexy it was to fuck in front of strangers, and to have the whole thing captured on film! He was seemed as impressed by the models fucking raw as he was by the two guys who were comfortable enough to jerk off, noting that one of them had a massive cock! When we got home, we were both so horny. We downloaded the photos immediately and started to fool around. We fucked each other twice that night as the photos cycled through on the screen. He asked if I wanted to “pose” and I said, “HELL YES!!!” We emailed the frat boy and told him we would like to model for the group. He said they had models scheduled already for the next few sessions, but we would be able to pose at the end of the next month. Score! Two weeks later came around and we were promptly on time back at the house. The models this week were two single guys, the two guys who had jerked off at the last session. Joe was tall and beefy, like a football player. The other guy, Tom, was skinnier, but still solidly built, looking sort of like he had lost weight recently. He was the one who had the huge dick, frankly one of the biggest I'd ever seen. His skinniness made his cock look even bigger. They started stripping each other down down, pausing here and there for photos. The rest of the guys were clearly turned on, but remained “professional.” The frat guy whispered to me and Bobby that they had been flirting for a while and this was their first time together. Joe and Tom got down to their underwear and they started pulling it down to reveal each other's pubes, again pausing for shots. Eventually, they were 69ing, still going at it, but slowly, no doubt for our benefit, I'm sure. Tom was sucking Joe for real, but Joe never put Tom's dick in his mouth, only pretending to blow him as the guys snapped away. Tom started working his fingers into Joe's hole and Joe started squirming. “I know we talked about this, but maybe it would be okay, if we fuck safe.” Tom looked uncomfortable when he realized that Joe wanted to get fucked. “Dude. I'm not into latex. Can I bareback you?” Joe said that he wasn't into that and sort of freaked out. They decided to continue with the sessions, but only posing like they were fucking each other. Joe bent over and grabbed his ankles as Tom rimmed his hole and then lined up his bare cock like he was going to put it in. Tom was so turned on that his hard cock was drooling precum. He worked his wet cock over Joe's crack, pausing every so often for photos. Joe seemed to be struggling. It was obvious that he wanted Tom's cock, but he wouldn't allow himself to go for it. Tom worked a few fingers into Joe's ass as the rest of the guys kept shooting. He aligned his cock with Joe's ass again, this time putting the purple head of his bare dick right on Joe's ass, working it up and down. From the right angle, it would have totally looked like they were fucking. Globs of Tom's precum poured down onto Joe's ass and into his open hole. “You okay with me dripping in you?” “NO! That's not what we talked about. You're POZ man. I'm fine with a condom, but I don't want your cum in me!” He grabbed his clothes and stormed off in a huff. Everyone stood around for a few seconds and then started to pack up his stuff. The frat guy calmed the situation down as Tom sat there with his erection going down. He approached us as asked, since we were the last ones to be so excited about posing. I had assumed that he meant for me and Bobby to pose instead, but Bobby must have thought differently. He winked at me and leapt onto the mattress, next to Tom. Bobby started tearing his clothes off, eyes locked with Tom. He was reaching out for his massive cock. The frat guy leaned in and spoke lowly about the rules. Only consensual stuff. No pressure, and simulated sex was okay. Bobby was staring at Tom, and his massive POZ cock that I'm not sure he heard anything at all. Bobby leaned forward and locked mouths with Tom in an intense kiss as they reached for each other's cock.... To be continued

Its definitely effective against HIV. But be prepared to get other stds when taking that many loads…

I’m neg and about to take a verified poz load tonight. I take prep using the “on demand” method, taking two pills a few hours before fucking then one pill 24 hours later and 48 hours later. We’ll see how it works

This is how every single boi should be treated by their Daddy. I'm sure that you would agree wholehearTedly, @versmetropig - and I'm sure you have something along the same lines planned for me later this year. I case anyone is curious, these are just a sample of what various pnp daddies have done to me over the past few years. I hope some others of you are interested in having a piece of me.

Hey guys, this is the last part of this story. I'm trying to keep them shorter so they don't feel unfinished. I also realized I sort of painted myself into a corner here, so I hope you like the way I got out of it and got back to the original title. Part 5 I was being assaulted by three cocks at once, two in my cunt and one in my mouth and I had no idea what was going to happen next, except that I knew I wanted cock. More cock. Inside my cumdump. I also wanted more of everything I wanted to feel it all. Tim held still while Joey raped my cunt, pummeling it with his fat dick. Tim made sure that his cock, stayed inside me, and, amazingly, it was still hard. Joey started to speed up and I knew he was going to put a third load of sperm in my cunt. I begged him for his load since the slam they gave me had made me hungrier than I’d ever been before. After a minute or two of hard pounding, Joey just laughed and said “OK, fag Daddy, here it comes. Another load of boy cum for your filthy cunt.” I just moaned and begged him even more for his load. Tim’s cock was still wedged all the way up my cunt, hard as a rock. He seemed to be getting off on holding me while Joey moved his cock in and out of my pussy. Joey stabbed my hole with his cock the last few times and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. I knew he was depositing another load in my cumdump. He held still and Tim took that as his cue to start pounding me himself from underneath. Joey’s çock quickly slipped out of my hole and he used his fingers to grab the jizz that was dripping down my taint. Then he shoved them in my mouth, which made me moan like a filthy whore, and I sucked the loads of cum off his fingers. Tim continued to pound me and within a minute or two, he was also pumping another load inside my battered cumdump. He just laughed and said “come on Daddy, you don’t think we’re done with you, do you?” The next thing I knew, Tim had rolled out from under me, while Joey scooped up Tim’s cum from my hole and shoved I back inside. By this time, half the guys at the party were gathered around the couch we were playing on. Quickly, another one of the random strangers from the party slipped into Tim’s spot and maneuvered me into facing him and sitting on his cock. My brain was not really able to process anything except my desire for more cock and cum. All the guys could see this and I could hear them laughing about “gang raping Daddy’s hole.” I was in no condition to say no, and didn’t want to say no. I was riding the new guy’s cock when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around. It was Derek, the guy from the door. He pushed my shoulders down so I was laying on top of the guy who’s cock was in my cunt. I didn’t even get a good look at his cock, I just felt a huge fat mushroom head slip inside, and he slowly buried all of his dick inside my pussy. “That’s my little bear daddy. Take those fucking cocks. I sure do love turning a cocky top man into a greedy cumbucket.” They all laughed, but I could only moan because I was full of cock. The guy under me was holding me tight and shoving his tongue in my mouth to distract me from the two enormous dicks in my pussy. I moaned some more and begged Derek to rape me. Just then, Adam reached over and put a bumper to my nose. “Breathe in deep daddy, take a nice big one.” I snorted the huge bump. Then he moved it to my other nostril and I did another one. Oh shit. Not T. This was K and I quickly fell into a deep K-hole. I was hallucinating and seeing lots of colors. I could feel my cunt relax and knew that they were both pummeling my hole but I didn’t care. I felt amazing and just surrendered to the feeling. After about 45 minutes I started to come out of the k-hole and there were two different cocks inside my cumdump, which was the sloppiest it had ever been. It was gaping really wide, never closing when the cock behind me (this one belonged to a short beefy Latino dude) would pull out. Derek, the guy from the front desk had moved into place under me, and his cock was still rock hard. I opened my eyes and Derek laughed really loudly. “He’s back from his trip to outer space, boys. Just keep raping him, Jorge, look how his pussy loves the treatment it’s getting from us.” Derek whispered to me, “you like my husband’s cock? It’s legendary. Fat and uncut and loves raping a sexy little top like you.” I was back to the land of the living, but still couldn’t form words. Pretty soon, Jorge sped up and quickly dumped another load in my hole. I had no idea how many men fucked me while I was fucked up until later. Someone started a video right after I took the two bumps of K and 6 guys dumped their loads in my hole while I was out of it, including Adam who gave me another load. After Jorge came inside me, I told Derek I needed to take a break and felt a hand on my ass, shoving a very large plug inside me. It was Adam. He grinned and said “Come on Daddy, don’t wanna lose any of those deposits.” He was already dressed and handed me the bag with my clothes in it and helped me get dressed. I said my goodbyes to the guys who were still there, and Adam and I got into a waiting cab. “We’re going to your house, Daddy. I found the address in your wallet while you were getting gang raped. Hope that’s OK.” I didn’t really know what to say. I was still buzzing from the drugs and all the cocks that had loaded up my hole, so I just smiled at him and said “Sure, baby boy. Whatever you want.” We arrived at my house a few minutes later, paid the cab and walked inside. It was still early, around 4AM by the clock and as soon as we walked in the house, Adam removed all of his clothes and knelt in the entryway, waiting for orders with his dark brown puppy dog eyes looking at me. “Please, Daddy? Will you give me one more load?” We spent the entire rest of the weekend finding other boys to corrupt and fill with cum, and he never left. And you can bet that Daddy put the last load up his cumdump.

Part 2 I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. I knew Chris was smooth, but through touch I confirmed he didn't have a single hair on his genitals or his hole. Didn't even have a single chest hair. I felt my dick stir. Fuck. It's like the boy knew exactly what I liked. Don't get me wrong - I've fucked my fair share of girls, but total smoothness on a boy is completely different. It's not exactly feminine, it's more of acceptance that he is a faggot and a boy, not a man. And unlike with girls, the only reason boys shave and wax is to hopefully please certain men. I could no longer resist. I roughly grabbed the belt of his skinny jeans and ripped them off of him. Fuck, I was going to go insane from lust. Chris' legs were perfectly smooth and highlighted his very toned calves. I could tell how deep his tan was by his deep speedo tanline. Chris must've caught me looking at him with the eyes of a predator. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, baby...", I groaned. "Oh...baby...." I ran my hands over his body, just groping whatever I can get. He felt so good. His body was cold from being outside, but with my giant wall of muscle cradling him and my hands running all over him, I was going to warm him up fast. I pulled Chris' shirt off next, and decided to leave his jockstrap on. He was wearing a thin black one with white stripes, and it looked hot stretched out over his smooth bubble butt. "Oh...fuck, babe," I kept whispering to myself. I unwrapped him like a present. I took his dick out of his jockstrap, already completely limp from the Tina. Just how I like it. Guys like to play with a faggot's dick, even suck it, but I had already decided for Chris he wasn't going to be using it much. "Daddy! Don't!" Chris cried out as I squeezed his dick hard. I smirked. I wasn't going to keep torturing him, but I just wanted to hear him cry out. And it made me feel happy to hear the boy call me daddy. It didn't faze his affection for me though. Naked on my dirty mattress after i had just inflicted pain on him and enjoyed it, Chris turned to look at me with doe eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little cracked out already since it was his first time, but there was no mistaking the attachment and affection in his gaze. I had him in my lap (I was still fully clothed), one hand on his nipple and the other hand just softly grazing his hole. He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Daddy... you make me feel so good," Chris whispered. His delicate, angelic face pressed against my hard, muscled one. "Yeah baby? Daddy's gonna make you feel real good all the time," I uttered back in a deep, seedy whisper. My lips grazed his as my sentence trailed off. I started kissing him softly, then hungrily tongued him and slobbered over him, sloppy and aggressive. Then I'd get tender again. While kissing him, it occurred to me that he wasn't as tweaked as I wanted him to be yet. He was obviously high, wired and uncontrollably horny, but I prefer to have sex with sluts who are completely fucked up and barely even functional. When I broke the kiss, I held up the bong. "Want another hit, baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Chris said excitedly. "Take another. Take a couple," I added with a grin. I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and lit it up. The body of the bong was almost yellow with how thick the smoke was. He had to stop sucking halfway and exhale, blowing out a stream of the thickest white clouds I've seen in a while. But he wasn't done, and I pressed the bong to his lips again to make sure he emptied the smoke inside. He coughed and gagged, a little nauseous from the taste and the heaviness of the vapor. I gave him some time to recover - I didn't have anything to get the taste out, unfortunately, but that didn't mean he could stop hitting the bong. After he finished coughing, I immediately pressed the bong to his lips again and I didn't go easy on him, giving him just as intense of a hit the second time. I fucking torched the bowl. Almost immediately after, i dipped my finger into a tub of vaseline, then scraped a couple crystals, and slowly dug it into his fresh pink pussy. "Ahhh!" he moaned. He winced as the crystals slowly dissolved into his bloodstream, burning him from inside. I know it hurt, so i just let my fingers sit there for a bit and let him recover. Again, even though I was the one who caused him pain without warning or consent, he looked at me for comfort. Eyes desperate for a kiss to make the pain better. I quickly complied, making out with him sweetly as his hole finally adjusted. I slowly pulled my fingers out. He kissed me hungrily like he loved me. Maybe he did. Boys fall quickly like that. He didn't even know that he wasn't going to be leaving this dark room with its dirty mattress for the foreseeable future. His eyes were out of sync at this point, and he was muttering unintelligibly. A bit of drool was leaking from his lip and his body had small convulsions here and there every time he got a chill. "You feel good, baby?" I asked. "Yeahhh!" he practically yelled. "Fuck daddy, I wanna be a meth whore! All I want is more drugs and as much cock as I can get!" Parts of his speech went in and out, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said. His hand was over his hole, desperately trying to make it feel something. "Faggot," I growled, suddenly changing my tone. "You're finally where I want you. Two steps away from an overdose." This only turned Chris on. His blue eyes, which faded a little in color, glared at me in an attempt to focus on my face. "I want... I want to always be this fucked up when I'm with you," he said weakly. "Daddy... Daddy, can you fuck me? Please? I need it...I need it so bad." I put my mouth against Chris' ear and whispered, "Fucking faggot whore. Look at you begging for my dick inside your little cunt." "Please... please," he kept pleading. "Daddy, I need a dick inside my hole." In the ten minutes we've been laying together on this filthy mattress, I had become Daddy to Chris and he'd become Faggot to me. As far as I can remember, we never used our actual names with each other again. My lip curled as I got turned on by how our names solidified our new relationship. I grabbed him by his tiny waist and threw him on the other side of the mattress. "Spread your legs wide open, Faggot," I demanded. "Show me that pussy." Faggot wasted no time. He raised his legs and spread them as wide as he could. He even grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart with his hands, desperately trying to open his hole up more. Damn. It really was a pussy. It was smooth and bright pink. The hole was so tender and tight you would've thought it was untouched. Just looking at it made me want him to bear my children. I had to unbutton and unzip my jeans right away as my dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, trying to burst through my pants. It swooped right out, completely hard, pointing directly out from me. I'm proud of my dick. It's not a beer-can dick. It's not so thick. However, it's a full 10.5" of average girth, totally solid, uncut bone. It might have even been a little on the thin side. Now I don't know why, but even when I smoke Tina, my dick is always rock hard once I'm horny. It's like I had reverse erectile dysfunction, my dick always got the stiffest and hardest boners, ever since I was a boy. Occasionally, it could only get semi-hard if I do too much Tina, but a cock ring and a viagra quickly turn it into a rock pole. My manhood seemed to perfectly complement Faggot's cunt hole. It was so tight, the hardness and small girth would more easily enter. I wasn't going to risk damaging his hole just yet though. I need that thing to work for a long time. I squirted a ton of baby oil into the tub of vaseline and scooped a giant, gooey lather of the grease onto his hole, rubbing it in a little with my finger. I rubbed a light layer on my dick too. I tossed Faggot a fresh bottle of poppers, a silent order for him to prepare himself. Violently spun, he fumbled to unscrew the bottle and shakily snorted from both nostrils. Deep. Just as he was about to screw the cap back on, I stopped him. "Wait - 2 more deep hits," I ordered. The boy looked like he had been destroyed by the combined highs of the meth and the poppers. His blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes wonky, his white teeth chattery, and now he looked dizzy and unfocused. All he could produce were loud moans and "Oh...Fuck..." I took the bottle of poppers from him. I didn't trust him to put the cap on safely anyway. I took two deep hits too. Fuck. A wave of what can only be described as intense perversion swept over me, and as the poppers dotted my vision, I looked at Faggot through an even more degrading lens. He was so damn sexy with his tan smooth body and his legs spread open for me, it was even hotter that his clean cut appearance was trashed by how drugged up he was. As the rush of the poppers hit me and then swept behind me, all I could think about was fucking him however I wanted. I pressed my dick hard against his greased up pussy. It still met with a little resistance, but the poppers relaxed his hole significantly and opened it up a lot more. My dick was uncut, so the head didn't need to pop in first. It penetrated like a stick. "FUUUUUUCK YEAHHHH!" I roared like a beast. "OHHHH FUCK! FUCKKK IT'S IN!" Faggot yelled. My head spasmed with pleasure, and my eyes rolled back into my head. For a moment, I even thanked my parents for not circumcising me so that I could enjoy the full pleasure of the pussy I was in right now. The Faggot's breeding hole was warm, soft, and tightly wrapped around my dick. Most of all, he was wet too. His hole squirted like crazy from arousal. The drugs probably helped with that. My dick felt so much friction against his insides and was coated with so much of the oily lube and juice that my body shook from the sensations I felt. "Unh! Uhhhh!" he moaned like a bitch as I continued to push in deeper.. and deeper. Whenever he thought it couldn't get any deeper, I pressed his legs further back and shoved more in. His eyes widened as my dick hit a painful spot. Because it was so hard and didn't curve to the inside of his hole, it probably jammed deeper than his pussy could even take. "AHH! SO DEEP!" he screamed, wincing in pain. "YEAH?" I boomed. "YOU FEEL IT DEEP IN YOU?" "TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP!" he gasped. "Fuck you, Faggot. You'll get used to it," I said. And then I spit on him. It landed in a thick wad on the side of his perfect, shiny, tan cheek. He looked helpless, and if I could get any harder from that, I would've. My dick might've pulsed with arousal. A smooth twink with a smooth tight hole completely at my mercy, meaning no one was going to stop anything I did to violate or degrade him. I allowed Faggot to take two more deep hits of the poppers before moving my dick. Once the cap was screwed on, the gloves came off. I withdrew almost the entire length of my dick, which must've felt crazy for the boy, then plunged back in. And out and in again, and out and in again, so fast the Faggot could barely breathe and scream to keep up. My dick ripped through his pussy, stabbing in and out. Each stroke made me feel like his cunt was rubbing ecstasy straight into my dick. It definitely felt even better watching him yelp at the top of his lungs with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH! UH! AH! UHH!" "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT! I'M GONNA FUCK THAT TWEAKED UP CUNT SO HARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, FAGGOT! YOU FUCKING WHORE TRASH!" I barked. I didn't care if he was loud. When I got verbal, I yell obscenities at whoever I'm fucking. I sound like a drill sergeant. His screaming and moaning and my aggressive roaring mixed together to fill the silent room with the explosive sound of sex. The fact of the matter is the household upstairs can complain all they want to the landlord, but their noise complaints go unheard. The landlord buys crack from me (after all, that's how I got the basement), so he's on my side and would do anything to keep the police from coming. I found out a week later they left before their lease ended because they couldn't live with the extremely loud sex through the thin ceiling/floor occurring at all times of day and weird times of night. I pounded Faggot for 40 minutes straight. His sexy legs and delicate smooth little feet bounced and flailed around my arms and shoulders the whole time as I fucked him. If a while went by without any harsh words reminding him his only worth was giving me pleasure with his body and pussy, I'd spit on him and slap him. At one point, I pulled out completely. Then I charged in, ramming straight to the deepest point I could possibly reach, and while his little body folded to take the impact, I spit straight into the center of his face, splattering from his nose to his cheekbones, then slapped him hard with the full force of my titanic, muscular strength. His face was so red it burned through the tan. He cried out in surprise and pain, but took it like a good slave boy. To reward him, I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him across the face three more times before spitting on him one more time and giving him a quick kiss. Then I grabbed one of his ankles and punch-fucked him for a minute straight. He was gasping for air, not even being able to react to the abuse happening so quickly and one after another. But no matter what I did, when he looked me in the eyes, it was the same expression of love, only shadowed by a bit of pleading. He was high as a kite and he couldn't help it, because the dick felt so good in him and he was so horny and hungry for a man to use him, all he could see was his strong, sexy, manly daddy. At this point, he knew that his daddy was depraved and sadistic. But dick and drugs could turn a boy into a hopeless lover. Finally, I felt the electric sensation of wanting to cum, an burning sensitivity rushing through my penis as it thrusted. I grabbed both his ankles hard enough to snap them off and buried my cock to the hilt as I unloaded one of the biggest nuts in recent memory. My whole body convulsed as I roared and gasped, shuddering as my cock just pulsed inside him, shooting jet after jet of my seed into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt my dick harden and vibrate. Then, everything became silent besides for our grunting and panting. I slowly pulled my dick out. A splash of cum was dragged back with it and popped out of his hole. One thick drop trickled down his tailbone. For a moment, all I could do is just touch him and finger him gently to feel the cum inside his hole. It was still so smooth and tender. It's amazing how something that felt so soft inside could withstand the brutal beating my dick just gave it. Faggot looked completely used up and laid limp, his legs having fallen on the mattress after his marathon of having them being split apart. He was still a handsome, beautiful boy even like this. I laid down next to him and caressed his face and body, kissing him. "Daddy," he groaned weakly. "I... i want more..." I smiled just a little, feeling pride in how much of a cock whore I turned him into in just an hour. Out of impulse, I suddenly decided to revise my plan for enslaving him. I was just going to take him. I got up and zipped my jeans up. From one of the cabinets I retrieved a brown leather leash with a 5 foot chain. I pressed my body down on Faggot to restrain him and clipped the collar of the leash around his neck. I looped a small padlock around where I clipped it and locked it shut. Then, I tied the chain around one of the pipes protruding from the wall and put a padlock around the tied chain. I had the keys in the main room, where he wouldn't be able to reach. Tweaked and confused, Faggot yanked experimentally at the chain. Then, he realized he was trapped, but he didn't panic. He looked at me with puppy eyes with a pleading look, just waiting for me to explain. I got on the mattress with my enslaved boy and held his naked body in my giant arms. "Listen, Faggot," I said softly. "I'm going to turn you into my whore. You're going to live here now, and you're never going to leave this fucking room, got it? I recorded everything that just happened, you doing the drugs and getting fucked, and I'm going to anonymously send it to your parents, teachers, friends, whoever I can get ahold of. You're never going to see or talk to any of those people ever again. I'm going to smash your phone, throw out your house keys, and keep your wallet. From now on, this is your new reality." Even violently high, Faggot was realizing the gravity of the situation. "Daddy... Please! Don't show anyone the video. Please," he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll do whatever you want. Please..." Tears welled up in his eyes, realizing the shock that would hit everyone he ever knew. I ran my hand through his hair. "Bitch, you're going to do whatever I want anyways. That's not going to stop me. I'm going to send it to all of them through your phone and tell them you couldn't resist your inner whore anymore and ran off to become a pornstar. And you're going to become a pornstar, because these videos are going on any porn site I can publish them on, and I'm going to make whatever money I can from filming you. From now on, your purpose is taking my dick whenever I'm horny and making money using your body and cunt. All of my nut goes in you. All of my piss goes in you or on you. There are going to be men coming in and out to come fuck you. That's because I'm going to sell your pussy to them. When I make a sale, I'll tell you to get ready." Faggot looked at me with fear and arousal. His lip trembled, and his handsome face looked almost pitiful. He looked so helpless and boyish I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he's just a piece of property now. Even still, I knew a small part of him was excited to be with me and embrace an endless cycle of drugs, sex, and personal and physical maintenance. ------ The next day, I woke up with Faggot in my arms. Being in the basement with no windows, I couldn't even tell what time it was or how long we slept. Last night, he cried a little bit after reality kicked in, but I gave him some weed to smoke and slept on the mattress with him instead of my bed. The boy calmed down eventually and fell asleep, and I fell asleep holding him. I let him continue to sleep. One perk of being here is that he doesn't have to wake up to an alarm. When he eventually did wake up, I was ready to introduce him the finer details of his new life. I made him a small breakfast of eggs and packaged fruit and brought him a gallon jug of water for the day. As he ate, I spoke. "We're going to have to have rules to keep you in place. "Let's start with the most important one. You can't refuse any man I sell you to. Old, ugly, fat, short, sweaty, smelly, I don't give a fuck. They pay, they fuck. If they want to fuck raw, which will be encouraged because I'm not supplying condoms, you take it raw. Nod if you understand." Faggot nodded vigorously, determined. "Second. Sometimes I'm going to have to take you out. I might take you on a house call to a john or to a bathhouse. I definitely have to take you to the doctor and get tested constantly since you'll be taking so much raw dick and cum. You're going to get diseases, so I gotta catch them fast so that you can still fuck. You need to go to a dentist, go to the gym, and tan. When we go out, I lead you by your leash and you keep a blindfold on. You get one outfit to put on: the one you wore here today. You hop right into the back of my van and wait for me to let you out." "People are also going to ask questions. They're going to see you filthy and dressed like a street whore when you show up to the doctor's office. Let me do the talking. Under no circumstances are you to talk to anyone when we go out unless it's a man who's going to fuck you. I want my whore to interact only with men who use you for sex. That'll be all you know and all the companionship you get. If you try to ask anyone for help, remember you'll be out on the street homeless with severe withdrawal from any number of drugs I'm gonna put you on. That, and before I go to jail, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. And you won't have any money or ID, because, third, any money you earn goes to me. Whatever you need, I buy for you if I want to. Including drugs. "Fourth, you keep cum inside you as long as you can. I will flush your hole out regularly to keep it clean, but you are a cum dump slut and when I fuck you at the end of the night, you better be oozing. I don't care how nasty the guys are who breed you, you respect them by letting their sperm inseminate every fiber of your being. "Fifth, you will always be high. I'll be fucking you up with all kinds of stuff of my choosing. I even got stuff to make you sleep. When men come to fuck you, you will always be tweaked beforehand and given more during or in-between. If you're going to be my whore, I'm going to force you to be heavily addicted to drugs and sex. The johns will know that you are useless without drugs and sex and therefore should feel like they can treat you pretty much however they want because you're a desperate, fucked up piece of garbage who needs their dick to survive. I will make sure you're safe and not damaged in order to ensure you can continue doing your job. "Finally, your name is no longer Chris, and I don't want to ever hear that name again. From now on, your name is now Faggot. One of my buddies learned how to tattoo, so he'll be tattooing your name as a tramp stamp on your back. That way, johns will know that Faggot is your name." I finished as Faggot finished chewing his food. It took him a long time to put it down since he still had residual T in his system. He looked at me with those blue eyes, fresh and sparkly after a full night's sleep, but a little red from crying. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned into me and wrapped his smooth body around my torso and rested his ass in my lap. "Daddy?" "Yeah, Faggot?" "Does this mean I'm going to do meth everyday and get fucked by you constantly? Multiple times a day?" "Yeah. You're going to feel real good on T all the time, baby. And now that I have you, I'm never going to jerk off again. If I wanna get off, we have sex." The boy leaned his blond hair into my big chest. He felt so small and fragile in my arms, even though he was a fully toned and developed young man. "Then fuck it. I want to be your whore, and I don't need anything from my old life. As long as I have you, I don't need anything or anyone else. At home or at school, I'm always horny and wishing that men were gay and would fuck me. If the only human interaction I have is with men and through having sex, that's more than enough. I want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." I looked at Faggot and felt nothing but pride and love for the boy. I took his life from him and he's still going to be a good whore boy for me. That's exactly the kind of unconditional worship I expect from him. I wanted to tell him I love him, but what I really loved was the piece of flesh that he was. I held him in my arms and kissed him softly for a while, and then without a word, I stood up and left him chained there. I opened up grindr, Scruff, bbrt, A4A, and craigslist. It was time to make him some profiles. Part 3 coming soon

Reminds me of my first dealer/fuck buddy who conspired with my long time girlfriend to fuck me. Thefucked up part was she and I were engaged only a few weeks before they carried out the plan where she slipped ghb to me, having him come over to sell Tina to us, tag teaming me with arguments that I should try a booty bump which meant stripping nude and allowing him to put shards up in me. I can't remember when she disappeared but I didn't mind too much since he had my dick in his mouth and three fingers twisting through my tight hole. Once he was finished breeding me for the third or fourth time a few hours later, he admitted that the "love of my life" was all too happy to trade him my high, semi aware body for his use, and all for a bag of Tina and a few tabs of x. Jokes on her though because the next ten hours he kept me high and fed load after load of cum up my ass and down my throat from his 11 inch uncut caramel cock making sure I loved it by the time she returned to our condo the next morning. It took less than a month for him to become a regular hang out pal and for her to end up with no dealer, no engagement ring and no me. If she reads this, I have to thank her for unintentionally showing me how much I prefer the pain my ass feels each time a massive cock rams in to it over the pain in the ass that most women turn out to be for the men they tie down. He still fucks me on occasion and I can only take his full length once in a rare while but he always makes me his cum dump before offering his own thanks to the bitch who made the worst trade since the French sold the US what is now the Western United States.

Part 4. It took a few weeks for Jake to come down with even the mildest symptoms of a viral infection. In the immediate aftermath of our encounter with Eddie and Bill, I tried to reassure him that things would be OK, that PrEP really worked and that he didn’t have anything to worry about. I doubled up on giving him the blue pills for that first week to try to make him feel better, knowing they were just pain killers and wouldn’t help stop what was happening to his immune system with each passing day. He didn’t even really put it together that his low-grade fever and cold symptoms were anything out of the ordinary, but I was watching closely, and I noticed. And shared the news with my text buddies, who had been eagerly waiting for any news. Jake and I agreed that we would play safe with each other until the 6 month point, at which time he could get tested and we could go back to normal. During those months, I cultivated a friendship with a tech at the clinic, and ultimately let him in on my idea for how things would go down. It didn’t hurt that soon after we met, I gave up my hole to him raw and let him dump his seed in me as often as he wanted. If Jake wouldn’t do it, I had to seek other opportunities. During our pillow talk after he dumped inside me, we developed the plan. In the same period, Jake’s friend Matt moved back to town. I fucking hated Matt from the moment we first met, when Jake and I were first dating. They were best friends, and it was obvious to me that Matt was in love with Jake, but it was never stated outright. As Jake and I had grown closer, I pulled him further away from Matt, which broke his heart I’m sure. He eventually took a job out of state, but they kept in touch. I could tolerate that, but when the bitch moved back to town and wanted to rekindle their friendship, I knew I had a problem...and an opportunity. To Jake’s surprise, I encouraged him to spend time with Matt - we weren’t having sex much, and giving them some space to catch up allowed me more time to visit my clinic friend Dean. When I told Dean about Matt, he had a great idea, which I readily took him up on. I gave Dean all the information I knew about Matt, and it didn’t take him long to find him in an online app and strike up a connection. Matt’s profile said he was a total bottom who only played safe. Dean chatted him up, and after a short conversation told him he was an HIV counselor and was on PrEP (a lie, as he was actually poz, but Matt didn’t need to know that), but he only fucked bare. Matt got quiet, but kept up the chat. He said he had thought about PrEP, but that he had a pill phobia and couldn’t imagine having to do that every day. Add that to the fact that he didn’t have insurance yet with his new job, and it just wasn’t an option for him. Dean played it cool, said he understood Matt’s apprehension and also that PrEP wasn’t for everyone, but said that there was nothing like that feeling of skin on skin sex with no barriers in between. Dean suggested maybe Matt might know somebody he could trust who he would let fuck him raw - maybe someone in a monogamous relationship who knew their status beyond a shadow of a doubt. Matt perked up at that suggestion and said he knew just the person he wanted to ask. When Jake came home a short time later and told me what Matt suggested, I shocked him by telling him I thought it sounded hot. He confessed that he always thought I was jealous of his closeness with Matt, and I admitted he wasn’t wrong - but that since we started playing with other people, a lot of those feelings I’d had had resolved. And you had to admit, Matt had a sweet ass that looked eminently fuckable. Jake agreed on that point, but said it was impossible given his current freaked out state after the broken condom incident. I reassured him yet again, and said how the timing was actually perfect - that his test was coming up and after the last 6 months of safe sex only, he could be more certain of his status than ever. He hadn’t really thought of it that way, and still seemed a little unsure. I said we still had time to think about it and talk it through. When the day came for his clinic visit, I took the day off and went with him. I admit my hole twitched just a bit when we walked in and I saw Dean behind the counter, looking up from his computer and smiling at us. He greeted us and confirmed Jake’s appointment and information. When the doctor came out to fetch Jake, he informed us it was their policy to not allow anyone else into the exam room. Jake protested, but I told him it was OK, that I’d be waiting right here and confirmed that it would be OK for us to hear the results together. The doctor said that would be fine, and led Jake into an exam room. Immediately after the door shut, I hurried to a supply closet down the hall and waited for Dean. I dropped my pants and as soon as I heard him come in, I bent over and offered my hole. I saw him place his phone on the shelf next to my head, then unzip his fly. He said he only had a few minutes until Jake’s blood would have been drawn and the doctor would buzz him to come retrieve the sample and take it to the lab for processing. I felt his cock press against my hole, and I pressed back against it, feeling myself open up to allow him into me raw. He didn’t hesitate once he was inside and pressed in balls deep. As he began to fuck me, he told me how he had been chatting with Matt again, and got the update that things were looking good that his trusted friend was going to fuck him for the first time, and that they were working up to being comfortable with it being bareback. I squeezed my hole around his shaft as it slid in and out of me, confirming that I was close to convincing Jake that he should go for it - that he was safer now than at any time in his life, and he should show his best friend how amazing it feels when a raw cock fucks you. After just a minute or two more, Dean’s phone buzzed with the text from the doctor. He picked up his pace, and a few short strokes later was dumping his toxic seed into my hole. He pulled out, zipped up, grabbed his phone and was out the door before I had a chance to say a word. I composed myself and returned to the waiting room. Dean soon emerged from the exam room with a vial of blood, which he held up with a grin. I watched as he went to his desk, printed off a new label, pulled out a vial from a drawer that looked identical. He slapped the new label on that vial, walked past me, adjusted his bulge, and hustled down the hall to the lab. No sooner was he gone then Jake joined me in the waiting room, saying it should be about a half hour before we got the results. Dean returned 25 minutes later and motioned for us to join him in the exam room. The doctor was reading the results as we entered, invited us to sit down, and quickly dispensed with the formalities and gave us the good news that Jake’s result was negative. Jake began to cry and leapt into my arms, sobbing in relief. We all extolled the virtues of PrEP, and then Jake and I were on our way. I glanced at Dean on the way out, giving him a furtive wink and a smile.

Part 3. After a couple more rounds with our new friends, the weekend ended and they went back to their home city. On their way out, they mentioned they had another friend-couple who were planning on visiting in a few weeks, and maybe we’d like to meet them. I smiled, looking over at Jake, and said, “If they’re anything like you guys, we would LOVE to meet them!” Trusting Andre and Alex understood my implication, they responded, “Yeah, they’re a lot like us. You will like them for sure.” We exchanged contact information (other than the app where we met) and they were on their way. The sex with Jake that night was beyond incredible. Talking about all the fun we’d had, and looking forward to another fun encounter in a few weeks. The next day on my way home from work, I stopped off at the drugstore and picked up a bottle of Aleve, making sure to get the kind that looked an awful lot like the PrEP pills in Jake’s night stand. Getting home before him, I confirmed they looked almost identical, and swapped out the appropriate number, replacing them in the prescription bottle and closing the drawer. Over the next couple weeks, we dutifully took our pills every day, with Jake fucking me at least once a day. The amazing weekend we’d had really reignited things for us in bed, and our sex was never hotter. Every time he unloaded in me though, I would think back to those incredible moments when Andre and Alex had dumped their poz seed into my hole. The memory combined with the expert fucking of my boyfriend would make me cum so hard all over my chest, usually hitting my face and beyond. Mid-week before our new friends were supposed to come visit, I started to come down with a nasty cold. Turned into fever, chills, the works. When I got a text from an unknown number, I was momentarily confused until I remembered I hadn’t heard from them yet, just Andre and Alex. Checking out the message, I saw he introduced himself as Eddie, said A&A had given him my number, wondered if we’d like to meet up this weekend. Then another text came through with a picture - an enormous brown cock, uncut and dripping. My own cock jumped in my sick-bed pajamas, the first time I’d felt even remotely horny in the past couple days. Jake had left his phone on the bed next to me as he went downstairs to fetch me more chicken soup. I looked at his phone and saw texts from the same number, but noticed they hadn’t been sent as a group. He received the same intro text as had I. He also received a pic of Eddie and his husband Bill, a solidly-built white guy in his late 40s - hairy daddy type. I thought it curious until I felt my phone vibrate and saw a new txt come through from Eddie - this one a series of pics, the first showing his muscular back, with a tattoo peeking out over his underwear, then a couple more successively closer, until the last one was a closeup of the biohazard symbol on his upper ass. I was rock hard now, when I heard another text come through for Jake - this one another couple shot of them in a tropical location, all smiles with their sunglasses on, drinking a fruity drink with an umbrella. I was getting the picture now - it was clear A&A had told our new friends the whole story about our adventurous weekend. Eddie and I exchanged this series of text messages. Me: Hey bud, glad to hear from you! A&A said they had some fun friends who we should meet. Our weekend with them a few weeks ago was a special gift to us as a couple - our sex hasn’t been this hot in years. Eddie: I’m glad to hear it! Sounds like A&A really charged up your sex life. Me: I’m actually down with the flu at the moment. Eddie: Oh yeah? That’s no fun. Want us to reschedule? Me: No way. I may be out of commission, but my boyfriend is really looking forward to this. And so am I. I’ll be participating, in my own way. Eddie: Sweet. We get in late Friday, so maybe we can meet up on Saturday? Me: Perfect. You have our address. We’ll be here. When Jake returned with my dinner, I had already saved and deleted the extra pics Eddie had sent me, so when we compared text conversations, they looked mostly the same. I told him they’d be over on Saturday. Jake was concerned about me being sick, but I told him there was no way I’d let my little illness get in the way of this happening. After the last time, our sex life was undeniably better, and I wanted another jolt of that whether I could actively participate or not. Jake reluctantly agreed, and then got much more excited when he checked his phone and saw the pics they’d sent. By the time Saturday rolled around, I had worked Jake into a frenzy of anticipation. Some jerking off was all I could muster in my weakened state - this was the worst flu I’d ever had - and we had several hot sessions stroking our dicks as we looked at the cock pics Eddie and Bill kept sending. Jake is versatile, but knowing my ass was off limits, he realized it was up to him to satisfy these studs, and I assured him he was more than up to the task. He couldn’t deny he was looking forward to being a little bottom slut for our new friends in their short time here. When the doorbell rang, I was laying in bed reading through the text string Eddie and I had had on the app he recommended I download so we could communicate discreetly. We’d had multiple long exchanges over the past few days, and I shared with him what I had been up to with Jake’s PrEP. We came up with a plan - Eddie and Bill were happy to help Jake and me continue on the journey we started that weekend with Alex and Andre. As I heard introductions being made in the other room, I quickly retrieved full condom from my bedside table - the only load I could muster in the past couple days I had deposited in a rubber for today’s festivities - and put it under the bed. I also laid out two unopened rubbers and Jake’s little blue pill on his nightstand. I was back under the covers by the time the door opened and Jake peeked in to see if I was awake. I closed out the last few pics Eddie had sent me - a cum-stained piece of paper with HIV test results - and smiled and invited them in. Eddie entered the room and I literally gasped - his pictures truly did not do him justice. Tall, dark, and handsome didn’t begin to describe his magnetic good looks - he was a Latin god, with a smile that made you feel like you’d just made a new friend. His husband Bill followed, no slouch in the looks department, just a different beast entirely. Jake made the introductions and they both expressed disappointment that I wasn’t feeling well. I told them I was doing OK, and was really happy they were here - Jake and I were SO looking forward to their visit. And with that, I thought we might as well get down to it - we all knew what was on the agenda, so why bother with the formalities? I threw off the covers and moved over to Eddie, giving him a nice long grope before tugging at his tight t-shirt, lifting it off over his head revealing a chiseled chest with just a light dusting of fur. I growled as I undid his jeans and struggled to slide them over his muscled bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of light blue briefs, the fabric straining to contain what he was packing. I pointed him to the bed, where he lay down and watched as I repeated the process on Bill. The husbands now lay side by side in our bed in just their undies, as I gave Jake a meaningful smile and a wink and nodded toward them. He jumped on the bed and immediately fished Bill’s cock out of his briefs, taking it into his mouth. Eddie whipped his out, and Jake reached over and started jerking him as he sucked on Bill. I grabbed my stiffening cock as I watched my boyfriend eagerly service the cocks of two strangers he barely knew. Before things progressed too far, I grabbed the pill off the nightstand and pulled Jake’s mouth off Eddie’s cock - he had been going back and forth between the two enormous bones. I held up the pill and explained the ritual to our visitors, as if I hadn’t already explained it all in my texts. “As part of our agreement to play with others, we went on PrEP and we always use condoms. Because I’m not feeling up to it, the pleasure of playing with you two is all Jake’s.” With that, he stuck out his tongue and I put the pill on it. He swallowed it down, smiled at me, mouthing the words ‘I love you so much’ before leaning in and kissing me passionately. He then went back to sucking the two huge cocks before him as I sat in the chair opposite them and started stroking. I grabbed my phone and started documenting the scene - my boyfriend in a pair of jock briefs, his ass up in the air as he alternated sucking each cock in front of him. Eddie and Bill making out, smiling for the camera, winking at me as my boyfriend serviced them. I don’t ever remember being so turned on before. After a few minutes, Eddie moved behind Jake and parted his muscular cheeks, burying his tongue in my boyfriend’s hole. Jake moaned on Bill’s cock and ground his ass back against Eddie’s face, begging him to tongue him deeper. My boyfriend was being such a slut, which made me so damn horny. Jake reached over for one of the condoms and handed it back to me. I held it up to Eddie’s mouth and watched as he tore off a corner with his teeth. I pulled it out and took my time rolling it down over his enormous cock. I smiled at him and he went back to where he’d been earlier, next to his husband on the bed. Snagging another condom, I rolled it only Bill’s cock as I suggested to Jake “I think you should take turns riding them, babe.” Smiling at my suggestion, Jake smiled as he straddled Eddie and slid down onto his cock. I had the perfect view of my boyfriend’s hole stretching as he moaned and slid down on the big brown laytex-sheathed cock. Meanwhile, I stroked Bill, smiling as Eddie bottomed out in Jake’s hole - balls deep. Jake started moving up and down, getting used to being stuffed full. After riding him for a while, he stood up and moved over to Bill, squatting over his big dick as I pointed it straight upward, guiding it into my boyfriend’s loosened hole. He slid down easily and whimpered a bit as he took it to the hilt. I gave Jake’s dick a little squeeze as I shifted up and lay next to Eddie, who reached out and started stroking my cock as we watched our partners fuck. After we enjoyed the sights for a minute or so, Eddie leaned over, whispering for my benefit “I’m gonna dump my poz nut in your boyfriend’s hole, you evil little slut.” My dick involuntarily pulsated in his fist. I looked in his eyes, winked and nodded with a smile, as he got up to move behind Jake, who was still being pummeled by Bill. I followed, and wrapped my fist around Eddie’s huge cock, still in its intact condom. While Bill pulled Jake in for a kiss, I reached down with my fingernail and pierced the tip of the rubber, then gently pulled at the hole until it was about the size of a dime. I proceeded to stroke Eddie’s cock and pull down on the condom, watching as his beautiful brown dick head pressed against the hole, stretching the latex further and further until it emerged completely, the broken rubber still wrapped around his shaft. Eddie reached down and grabbed Jake’s hips, lifting him off Bill and pulling him back toward the middle of the bed. With one hand he guided Jake’s head to Bill’s balls as his partner stroked his shaft, and with the other, he fingered Jake’s now well-used hole, first one, then two, then three. He became increasingly aggressive with his fingering, and I noticed Jake twitch and jump a few times as his bowels were being scratched and his hole stretched even more. I guided Eddie’s bare cock head to my boyfriend’s hole as he pulled his fingers out, slightly tinged in pink slime. I watched as Eddie moved his weight forward and entered Jake in one long, slow stroke until just the base of the rubber was visible around his thick shaft at his pubes. Bill stroked with one hand and held Jake’s head on his balls as he winked at Eddie and me, as Eddie began to thrust. Every time he pulled out, I could see more of the rubber had shredded around his shaft and it was mostly just bare brown cock moving in and out of Jake’s hole. That sight, and the knowledge of what we were all doing, made Eddie realize he wasn’t going to last long. I saw Jake reach back at one point and touch the base of Eddie’s cock, and feeling the condom still there, returned his attention to Bill’s balls, even licking down into his hairy crack to tongue his hole. Jake was obviously feeling really slutty and horny, as he was moaning and pushing back on Eddie, likely squeezing around that huge dong pounding his hole. Eddie started breathing increasingly heavily as I pinched his nipples and ran my fingers down his lower back to his ass, tracing the biohazard tattoo on his cheeks as he thrust harder and deeper. The tell-tale signs increased and soon Eddie was growling, “I’m gonna nut!” I pushed on his ass, encouraging him as I muttered “Do, it man, go balls deep!” Grunting and he moaned a long “Fuuuuuuck!” holding still as he shot his load into my boyfriend’s hole, giving me an approving smile as his orgasm subsided, although holding himself firmly in place. Knowing the time was short to complete the deception, I leaned down and quickly reached under the bed, grabbing the full condom which Eddie made a show of slowly pulling out as Bill held Jake in place. We both admired the sight of his bare cock with the tatters of a broken condom around it, covered in Jake’s ass juices. I pulled what was left of the rubber off and hid it under the bed as I pretended to tie off the one with my own load. I moved down and quickly licked Eddie’s cock clean of any evidence, then dropped the full condom on the bed next to Jake. He looked up from rimming Bill, and smiled at me as Eddie encouraged him to sit on Bill’s cock again. In that brief window, I gave Bill’s condom the same treatment as I had Eddie’s, and then held his mostly-bare cock straight up as Eddie guided Jake down on it. We lay back and Eddie stroked my cock as we watched his partner’s bare dick slide in and out of my boyfriend’s hole. As Bill looked over Jake’s shoulder, Eddie and I mouthed words to him like, ‘Bareback him’ and ‘Seed his hole’. Our encouragements, in addition to the knowledge of what had just happened aided in pushing Bill over the edge. Pressing down on Jake’s hips, he helding his cock balls deep in Jake’s hole as rope after rope shot deep in my boyfriend’s guts. Jake leaned back, holding Bill inside him as he jerked off. I hopped up and stood next to them on the bed, my cock aiming at Jake’s face. We looked in each other’s eyes as we both stroked. I told him, “Babe, you were so slutty tonight, it turned me on so much. I just wanna shoot this load all over your whore face.” I never talk to him like that, but something about the moment made us both lose control and we exploded cum everywhere - him all over Bill’s chest and belly, me all over his sweet slutty face. After we came down from that high, Jake gently slid himself up and off Bill’s cock. As he reached down to take care of the rubber, he saw the state it was in. Reaching back, he felt his hole, which of course was dripping with cum. “Oh fuck, the condom broke!” All three of us chimed in with an ‘Oh fuck’ of his own, although I noticed, curiously, when I made my exclamation, my cock released one last spurt of cum. “What am I gonna do?” asked Jake.

As I sat in Western Studies I rocked slightly on the plug in my hole and imagined the loads inside of me sloshing around and instantly I got hard. My mind was racing thinking about those guys on a4a I had messaged, the Craigslist ad I had posted, and all they guys that Anthony had given my phone number out to; and it didn’t help that Western Studies was probably one of the most boring classes of all time. I pulled out my phone and logged onto the a4a mobil ap and felt my hole twitch as I saw that both men I had emailed earlier had responded. I opened BBossMan’s email first. “Get off work @ 6. Whats ur phone #. Ill text u my addy.” I laughed a little at his typing but then I remembered the hairy chest and thick cock in his profile picture and replied to him with my phone number. Next I read CollegeTopJock’s mail. “call me tonight around 11 and i’ll tell you how to get to the frat house, i wanna breed you good,” and he included his phone number. Nice, one load at five and then one before bed, today was shaping up to be a cum filled day. Just as I closed the ap a text came through from a number I didn’t know. “Hey boy. Loved breeding your hot cunt this weekend. Got time after class at 11, meet me in the handicapped stall in the basement bathroom in Mercer Hall.” Perfect, my glass got out at 10.50, just enough time to get two buildings over to Mercer and I knew exactly what bathroom he was talking about. “OK!” I replied, and then realizing I had no idea who I was supposed to be meeting asked “BTW who is this?” After a few minutes by way of response I received a picture of a thick fat uncut white boy cock and knew that it had to belong to the twink who had bred me on my first day at Anthony’s. “My hole is plugged up and lubed with one load already. See you at eleven.” The next half hour of class was excruciating, I thought that I was going to give my self an orgasm from the way my hole was tweaking out around my plug at the very thought of getting the twink’s cock again. As soon as 10. 50 rolled around I tossed my things into my bag and made my way as quickly out of the hall and back out onto the quad as I could. Mercer was two buildings north of where I had class and I started off at a light jog, the plug bumping against my prostate as I ran. Zig-zagging through crowds of students I dashed down the basement stairs, down a long corridor to the bathroom and flung myself into the handicapped stall as instructed. After a few moments I heard the bathroom door open and someone approach the stall. When the stall door opened I was thrilled to see the twink standing there with a big grin on his face and an even bigger bulge in his pants. “Damn Mark, Anthony is training you well. It took me three weeks before I would have answered a text like the one I sent you last year. You’re some sort of natural borne slut. I’m Chris by the way.” “Thanks, I think” I stammered, and secretly reminded myself to save his contact information later. “Oh, it’s a compliment. Now get on your knees and get my cock out.” I dropped my bag on the floor and fell to my knees in front of the six foot tall twink and quickly undid his skinny jeans allowing his thick meaty beautiful cock to flop out. I loved he fact that this boy didn’t wear any underwear, a practice I would soon take up, and was amazed that even mostly soft his cock felt like a small python in my hands. Opening wide I took his whole shaft down my throat and started to suck like my life depended on it. Chris put his hands on the back of my head and started to slowly rock back and forth fucking my mouth. Very slowly his cock began to harden and it became more and more difficult to swallow the whole thing till finally he was at full mast and all I could do was work the head and lick up and down the veiny shaft. I nuzzled his low hanging balls and got a whiff of his sweet manly smell. After a few minutes he pulled me to my feet and spun me around. I braced my hands against the wall and bent over as he pulled my jeans and underpants down exposing my plugged hole. “How long have you been plugged boy?” “Sense just after you fucked my the first time, the only time it’s been out sense has been to take loads.” He pulled the plug out slowly and I felt my ass stretching around it till suddenly there was a squishy pop and my hole felt empty and sad. “Damn you really have been plugged for three days your ass lips are all loose and puffy, that’s a beautiful boycunt. Man I love when Anthony get’s new boys, they always spend the first few weeks with such great sloppy cunts,” and with that he started to press is dick inside of me, slowly stretching my already slack hole around his massive tool. I moaned loudly and Chris clapped his hand over my mouth muttering, “Do you want the whole building to hear you and come down to find you with a cock stuffed up your cum filled hole like some kind of cheap whore?” I shook my head and bit my lip to try and stay quiet but secretly what he said turned me on, I did want to be found because I wanted to get fucked more. Chris very quickly picked up the pace till I was sure that the rest of the building would hear the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. He held tight onto my hips and bucked away violently till after just five minutes or so he slammed in all the way and emptied his load into me, his massive tool making his deposit deep, deep inside my guts. After he pulled out and whipped his dick off on my ass cheeks, Chris returned the plug to my hole, and pulled me up to face him. He drew me into him and planted a long and passionate kiss on my mouth. I melted into him, feeling his still hard cock pressed between up. When we finally split Chris checked the time on his phone and said he had to dash, but just before he left the stall he kissed me again and said “every Tuesday and Thursday you’ll be here to take my load right boy?” “Hell yes!” “Good.” And then he was gone just as quickly as he arrived. I pulled up my pants and underwear, slung my backpack over my shoulder and got out my phone. I had two more messages from people I didn’t know, six email responses from my Craigslist ad, and four new messages on a4a. When it rains it really does pore.