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It was Thursday when I became aware of what day it was for the first time, and sitting up in bed I saw Damian’s rucksack leaning against the wall. On the bedside tables were some bottles of water and lucozade, along with a few packets of tablets. Needing the loo I wearily got up and headed into the bathroom, and only noticed as I dried my hands that there were now two bath towels hanging on the rail side by side. As I came back into the bedroom and looked around, it was clear that Damian had been staying here. I put on some pyjamas and went downstairs, finding there was a glass by the sink but the place was otherwise tidy. I opened the dishwasher to see it had been recently run, full of pans and crockery I had not used recently, and then when I opened the fridge I saw it was full of food and drinks. I glanced outside to see a rather full ashtray sitting on the table, and a drying rack out with a load of my clothes hanging on it plus some that I figured must be his. Yes, he had definitely been staying here, and he had been looking after both the place as well as me apparently. Despite being so lacking in energy, my heart still managed a little flutter. I grabbed a glass of water and slumped down on the sofa, where I sat for a little while trying to rehydrate. I still felt pretty rough, but had no interest in going back upstairs as I had aches in my body consistent with having been in bed for too long. It was while I was sitting there that the front door opened, and Damian came in dressed in his hi-viz uniform and clutching a full Sainsbury’s bag. “Oh” he said, seeing me as he walked into the kitchen. “You’re up.” “Yeah” I croaked. “Man, you look so much better” he said, standing in front of me. “You were pretty fucking rough before.” “Have you been here?” I asked. “All week” he said. “Hope that’s OK. Thought I better look out for you.” “Oh” I said. “I saw you had two sets of keys by the door” he continued, “so I’ve been using one of them.” He held the keys out to me to take, but I waved them away. “That’s OK” I said. “I mean, I can’t believe you stayed. Thank you.” “I did this to you” he said. “Was fucking rough being on my own when it happened to me, so I wanted to look out for you.” I smiled up at him, then patted the sofa next to me. He sat down, and I leaned over onto him. He put his arm round me, and I closed my eyes for a bit as we sat in silence. “You hungry?” he whispered after a while. “A little” I said, sitting up. The next few minutes I just watched him sorting us both out some plates of plain toast with a few cut up vegetables, before I hauled myself to the dining table. He made me drink a glass of something that had extra electrolytes in it for hydration, and then helped me move outside to sit in the sun for a bit for some much-needed vitamin D. Soon I was tired again and he took me back upstairs to rest, leaving me to it once I was settled in bed while he went back downstairs. When I woke up again later I felt quite a bit better than before, and after settling me on the sofa with another electrolyte drink and some biscuits, Damian went up to shower and change. He then joined me downstairs, and we sat outside in the warm evening air while we chatted and he smoked. Listening to him just talking about life ‘on the bins’ I realised how much I liked having him around, how wrong it turned out I had been to hide valuables in the loft, and what a complete departure this had all been from what had started as a quick and dirty blowjob in my hallway that first time he had come round. He wasn’t at all the person he made out he was when he had first started pursuing me. I got back to full health over the next couple of days, with Damian continuing to just run the house without ever giving me the impression he had any problem with that. Laundry got done, the bed got changed, food continued to be bought, and he just took really good care of me around his work shifts. Then, on the Friday afternoon, he said it was time to go off to a clinic to confirm things, and with butterflies in my stomach I went with him to a health centre a short bus ride away. He brought me back later after my positive result, and got us some beers as we sat in the garden. He stayed silent, letting me be the first to speak. “It feels kind of right” I eventually said, after lighting up a cigarette. “I mean, my brain is all over the place a bit, but I’m not upset about it.” “Same for me” he said. “Thought loads about telling people and shit like that, but never got angry or nothing.” “How old were you?” I asked, realising he had never told me that part. “Just turned 20” he said. “Went out with my mates on my 18th, but lost them in a club. We were so fucked up. Then I was out in the alley at the back getting fucked for the first time. Just kept taking loads sometimes after that. Almost can’t believe it took two whole years to get pozzed.” “Wow” I said. “I was always safe before. Only barebacked with my second boyfriend, and we were both on prep.” “Why did you stop taking it?” he asked. “Don’t know” I replied, “I just did. When he dumped me I think I just lost confidence or something. Only hooked up with a couple of guys since then, and the last one was a year ago.” “You serious?!” he asked, wide eyed. “Yeah” I said. “Focused on buying this place and making it how I wanted it, plus my work.” “But no sex for a whole year?!” he asked again. “Only wanking and dildos” I replied, smirking at him. “Fucking hell” he said. “No wonder you were so hungry for my cock.” I laughed out loud, before catching myself when I realised the neighbours could probably hear everything if they were outside too. Then I felt myself think ‘fuck it, so what?’, deciding not to usher us indoors. We carried on chatting, before a slightly serious look took over his face and he went quiet. “Listen” he said. “You make me fucking hot, and I mean it. I know you probably had me down as some fucking fantasy, slumming it with a stinky bin man, but I like you.” “I like you too” I said, smiling at him. “No, I mean, I like you” he said, his face scrunching up a bit. I leaned over and put my hand on his. “I know what you’re saying” I said, “and I like you that way too. Yeah, at first it was fun being your dirty lunchtime whore to use, but we both know it isn’t that anymore.” He nodded, but still looked serious. “I don’t want to hurt you” he eventually said. “OK” I replied, waiting to see where this was going. “I mean, I want to keep doing this” he continued, “but I think I need other stuff too.” “You mean you want to fuck other guys?” I said, giving him a smile even though he wasn’t looking at me. “Sort of” he said. “I mean, I think I just want it to be you I fuck, but I want to get fucked too.” “I do top” I said, “but I get what you’re saying.” “And?” he asked. “Well” I said, “I reckon there’s no point in me being pozzed up and free if I can’t have some fun with it, so I think I want to get back out there too and have some fun.” He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” he said. “Yeah” I replied, smiling. “How about you show me these places you go to get loaded up.” His big grin returned, and I leaned over to him. He leaned in too and we planted our lips on each others, kissing deeply. We hardened as we made out, and eventually went back inside and up to bed. He fucked me hard and bred me, but then after a rest he got on all fours and stared into my eyes. That first time topping him was incredible, his lean and muscular body aching for the feel of me inside of him, and as I sped up to the peak he cried out for me to give him my first ever poz load. —————— He may be ten years my junior and from a completely different background, but it just works. He is tidy, organised, never complains, and keeps me satisfied with both fucking and affection. The bedsit is long gone, with him fitting right into this small and strange house with me. He buys in food and other household stuff sometimes, but I refused any assistance on the mortgage or bills so that he could stop having to exhaust himself with landscaping work in the afternoons. I didn’t realise how insecure he had actually felt before given how relaxed he always came off, but with the threat of going broke at any moment now gone, he’s using his extra free time to work towards getting his HGV licence so he can apply to become a driver instead of a loader. He likes where he works, saying it feels like a properly useful thing that everyone needs, and I do often envy him as I find myself dealing with client bullshit that just seems so pointless. He’s opened up over the last couple of years, revealing some of the darker times he had endured, first with his fireman father dying in service when he was eight, and the stepdad that followed beating him senseless after finding a copy of Attitude in the room he shared with his younger brother. His mum had kicked her second husband to the kerb for that, and Damian had repaid her by putting some effort in to helping her run the house. But a third husband eventually followed, and Damian had decided to get away for his own space rather than risk more problems, even if he struggled day to day to actually afford it. In short, he had lived a lot of life already, which is probably one of the reasons why we worked well together despite the age gap. As he settled in to living with me, he gradually let himself unwind from all the stress he had endured, and his relaxed and smiley demeanour became more natural than it had been before. I, in turn, relaxed into him, shedding the baggage of being dumped twice by men I loved, and losing all traces of how uptight I had become. Fridays or Saturdays are when we usually go off for some fun elsewhere, and I have really taken to that world. He doesn’t have individual hookups anymore, instead choosing which sauna, club or park we’re going to head for to see what we can get up to together. At clubs or saunas we often roam around individually at least some of the time, but when we go to an al fresco venue we always end up bent over next to each other and I just fucking love it. Making out with him while we get used by a bunch of strangers is the best. I now proudly sport a large biohazard tramp stamp, and am also getting cool designs on my upper arms gradually filled in. The pig in me has really come out, with thick silver hoops in each nipple along with a heavy gauge Prince Albert that I rarely remove. Damian hasn’t added anything else permanent to his own body, but when off the clock he now dazzles in a massive silver chain and matching bracelets that I bought him for his 25th birthday. He was really hesitant about them at first, not because he didn’t like them but because he’s got a real bee in his bonnet about this not being some stereotypical sugar daddy situation between us. Fortunately I managed to convince him that this was just me finally giving him a gift to reflect the one he had given me, and that the bling was going to be in lieu of us being able to holiday anywhere that year given I in no way make enough money to be a sugar daddy. Satisfied, he had put it all on, sprung an immediate hard-on and then fucked me senseless, and even now when he sometimes dons it all after his post-shift shower it makes him so horny that I end up getting roughly fucked and bred. I am often bent over my laptop still sending emails while he ploughs into me. That said, we are a bit more versatile at home now, with him wanting me to penetrate him when he’s either having a relapse of his past insecurity, or if he just wants my piercing to be doing a number on his insides. The one thing that has stayed constant is the bin round breaktime routine. Even if my hole is still throbbing from an early morning rutting before he headed off to work, without fail in the late morning of every weekday, I am to be found bent over the stairs in our hallway taking one hell of a pounding. His sweaty mid-shift scent and hi-viz vest do it for me every time, and we both love these regular throwbacks to where it all started. Damian came into my life, binned it, and made me who I am today. This, my friends, is what true love is all about…

The London housing market being what it is, I had purchased a slightly strange modern townhouse that had been wedged into part of another property’s land. I had seen some flats in converted Victorian and Edwardian houses that had been nice enough, but this place afforded me the opportunity to have an actual house (of sorts), which was completely detached and therefore I would not have to worry about noise from above, below or through the walls. It was sort of down the side of an end-of-terrace house on a side street off a main road, and most of the rooms looked out over the small garden that had been carved out from the fairly large one belonging to the older house. However, next to me on one side was a large concrete sort-of-car park behind the shops of the main road, which was strangely empty most of the time. Attractive it was not, but downstairs only the bathroom (with high frosted windows) and the cupboard-lined wall of the galley kitchen faced in that direction. Upstairs was a different story, as that side of the house featured the ‘second bedroom’. This was actually a long and thin box room that would only ever be able to accommodate a particularly narrow single bed or a cot, and I had decided early on just to forego any attempts at making it suitable for a guest in favour of buying a good sofa bed for the living room downstairs. I instead used the box room as a well-appointed home office, with some storage built in for other stuff that did not fit elsewhere. Despite the unattractive vista, the room had bizarrely been built with floor to ceiling windows, as well as a ‘Juliet’ balcony with a sliding door. Being a freelancer, I worked from home most of the time, so I was in that room for a good chunk of the day. There wasn’t much to distract me outside, except for around 45 minutes in the late morning of every day. At that time, a bin lorry would pull in and park up close to my house. This was clearly break time, as the crew would usually all head off somewhere together (I suspected the greasy spoon cafe on the main road). I would notice the truck pull in most days, or at least see that it was now sitting out there, but really never thought anything more of it. That ended, however, on a sunny summer day when I just happened to notice that one member of the crew did not follow the rest of them off to wherever they went, and instead sat down on the step of the open truck door. He caught my attention because I am an absolute sucker for nice arms, and he had taken the opportunity to remove his gloves and then roll up his T-shirt sleeves to catch some rays on his impressive biceps. He looked to be in his early twenties, which only added to the appeal. My gaze lingered as he lit up a cigarette and just sat there smoking it, before stubbing it out and then reaching behind him for a paper bag that evidently contained a sandwich and a drink. He mostly just seemed to be staring at the ground through all this, but then suddenly he looked up at me. I looked away towards my screen, but could not help but glance back a moment later and found that he was still staring at me. Like an idiot I instinctively gave a little wave, but he didn’t react and just kept looking at me. I turned back to my screen, but could feel myself getting hot and flustered. I tried to focus, but when I made out like I was just turning round to get something, I allowed myself a quick glance to confirm he was still looking up at me. This was too much, and so I got up and left the room, going downstairs to drink a glass of water and wait it out until the truck had left. The next day they were of course back, and once again the hunky young man stayed with the lorry for his break. This time he removed his hi-viz vest and T-shirt entirely, placing them on the steps so he could lean back more comfortably in the sun, his legs splayed wide as he lit up a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes away, until he of course looked up at me. I managed to hold my ground a bit longer this time, but there was something so overwhelming about this guy at least ten years my junior staring at me like a panicking gay in a fishbowl. I had to retreat again, cursing myself for being so flappable. This carried on for the rest of the week, though I managed to stay in my office longer each time, and actually make eye contact with him a few more times without melting. Still, it was a relief when the weekend came, as while a bin lorry still showed up there on both days, it was a different crew and all of them went off together as had previously been the norm. The next week, however, the stud was back and resuming whatever it was he was doing with me. I started praying for the weather to turn so that he might give me a break from the daily torture. On the Thursday I finally got my wish, with cloudy skies and a bit of a breeze, and sure enough he didn’t taunt me with a flagrant display of his incredible body. Indeed, I saw him stick around as the other guys walked off, but when I looked back up again a couple of minutes later, he was also gone and I assumed he’d just gone off to the shops or something. Then my doorbell rang, so I headed downstairs assuming it was the Amazon delivery I was expecting. When I opened the door, however, I came face to face with the hunky binman. “Alright” he said. “Oh, er, hi” I stuttered. “I forgot a drink” he said, holding out an empty water bottle. “Can I fill up here?” “Er, yeah, sure” I said, taking it off him and turning round to go and quickly sort it in the kitchen. Despite the boots he was wearing I did not hear him following me through the hallway, so I was a bit startled when I turned to the sink and saw him standing in the kitchen doorway out of the side of my eye. I quickly filled the bottle and then went over to hand it to him. “Thanks mate” he said. “Er, no problem” I said, still flustered. “See you every day” he said. “We do the same main roads all week, and them estates that need a daily.” “Oh, right” I said. “Nice place you got” he continued. “Thanks” I replied. “You can blow me if you want” he said. “What?!” I squeaked. “Seen you gawping at me” he replied, grinning. “Figured you wanted to suck my cock.” “I, er, wh…” I stuttered. “You wanna?” he asked, moving his free hand to clutch his groin through his uniform. I just stood there, frozen on the spot, but then found myself looking down at his hand as he squeezed his crotch. Despite my brain screaming at me, I instinctively grazed my lips with my tongue, causing him to laugh out loud. “Knew it!” he said. “But be quick, I ain’t got long.” My brain shut off at this point and something else took over, as I lowered myself down to my knees while he undid his button and zip. I leaned forward and gripped the hem of his boxers, pulling them down with his shorts as his erect cock sprang up, leaning slightly to his left. A musky, sweaty, manly smell emanated from him, and I hungrily dived forward and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it quite gingerly for a minute, and then began to swallow it down, using all the tricks I knew to control my gag reflex. There was an urgency to the way I serviced him, and his moans and groans spurred me on. In no time at all he gripped my head and began to thrust a little while I continued bobbing back and forth, and then he yelled as he slammed me onto his cock a final time and unloaded down my throat. When he released his grip I pulled back, settling my arse back on my heels as I reached up to wipe the sweat off my face. He quickly pulled up his trunks and shorts, did up the button, and then turned around. “Thanks mate” he said, walking down my hallway, “that was awesome.” Then he was gone, with me still kneel-sitting on the hard kitchen floor getting my breath back. I had been thoroughly used, taken advantage of, and yet I fucking loved it. —————— The next day my heart raced when I heard the truck pull up outside. I gave it a couple of minutes before looking out, by which time I could see the crew just leaving the car park whilst the hunky stud was leaning against the door smoking. He was looking up at me, and when our eyes met he smiled and winked. This time I held his gaze and smiled back, at which point he nodded, put the cigarette between his lips, got the keys out of his pocket and then locked the truck’s door. He set off along the side of my house towards an opening in the fence, and I realised I was in for another workout. I hurried downstairs and opened my front door a little, stepping back into the hallway to wait. Sure enough the door opened and he came inside, closing it behind him. He turned towards me, gave me a big grin and a wink, and then leant back against the front door and undid his shorts. I rushed forward onto my knees, and soon enough the events of the day before were being repeated. I swallowed him completely, and then as I moved myself back and forth he put one of his hands on my head and just allowed me to lead things while his fingers tousled my hair a little. Only when he got close did his grip become tighter, taking over the speed until he pulled me completely onto him and held me in place as he unloaded down my throat. Then, as with before, he got himself done up while I sat against my heels getting my breath back. He was gone in moments, but not before another big grin and a wink. The following week he was at my door on schedule all five days, having me blow him in my hallway. I had set up fake appointments in my diary so there would be no issue with being away from my desk late morning, and I had even thought to put one of the sofa cushions at the bottom of the stairs so I would be more comfortable kneeling than I was directly against the laminated floor. I was being completely used, and yet I did not have a complaint to make about it. “Doing weekend overtime tomorrow” he said, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday post-orgasm. “Different round though, so won’t be here for break.” “OK” I said. “Next week I guess then.” “Nah” he said. “I wanna fuck that arse of yours, so was thinking I’d come round after my shift.” “Oh” I said, getting up from the floor, as flustered as when he had first turned up here. “Will be about three” he said. “You get fucked, right?” I just slowly nodded. “Cool” he said. “Be ready then.” With that, he was gone. —————— In preparation for the upping of the ante, I was douched, showered, wearing a jockstrap under my shorts, and had a buttplug inserted after loosening myself up with a dildo. I doubted there would be anything close to foreplay, so I wanted to make sure I could enjoy the quick and complete entry he was likely to make into me. When he turned up, he had definitely worked a full shift as his musky, sweaty scent was particularly potent, which had much the same effect on me as a big huff of poppers would have done. “Fucking horny mate” he said, after closing the front door. “Need to fuck a load into you.” I led him through to the living area at the back, where I had already put a towel down on the sofa. I stripped down to just my jock, pulled out the buttplug and threw it down on the floor, and then climbed onto the sofa on my knees so I was leaning against the back of it with my head against the wall. He had also stripped down so he was just in his stinky T-shirt, and he immediately positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock against my hole. I was about to ask for a condom when he pushed in and the whole length snaked into my rectum, taking my breath away. As soon as he was in, he began to fuck me with a firm and steady rhythm, the dirtiness of it making my head swim as his girthy cock rubbed my prostate and sent me to heaven. I could not help but moan in appreciation as he pistoned in and out, until he was slamming into me relentlessly. Then he thrust one final time, held his hips against my arse, and flooded me with his load. He held in place until he had fully come down from the orgasm, and then slid out of me and stepped back. I whirled around and slid off the sofa onto my knees, leaning forward to gently clean off his cock so I got every last drop of the load. Then I turned and reached for the paper towels I had put on the sofa, using them to wipe what was dripping out of me as well as what was already on the floor under me. He had put his shorts back on, albeit his boxers were still on the floor. I got to my feet and went over to the sink, chucking the towels in the bin under it before giving my hands a quick wash. I then got a couple of glasses out from the cupboard above and filled them up with cold water, handing one to him while I drank the other. “I need a cigarette” he said, starting to walk towards the back door. I hurriedly pulled on my own shorts, but remained topless as I grabbed a saucer from a cupboard and followed him out to provide him with the makeshift ashtray. “Want one?” he asked, pointing the packet at me. I had quit five years before and yet still took one, popped it in my mouth and then allowed him to light it. “Nice place” he said. “Private.” “That’s how I like it” I said, my head swimming from my first inhale. “Cool” he said, grinning. We engaged in the beginnings of a conversation for a couple of minutes while we smoked, but we were soon done and he started to go back inside. “Your shower upstairs?” he asked. “Need to clean up before I fuck you in your bed.” His brazenness quietly astounded me, but I was putty in his hands. I nodded, and he started heading down the hallway towards the stairs. I followed him, but stopped by the cupboard under the staircase to grab a clean towel for him. I hurried upstairs after him, glad I had thought to put anything valuable in a box in the tiny loft space before he got here. He had got as far as my bedroom, and as I chucked the towel down on the bed next to him, he peeled off his T-shirt and pulled down his shorts. My breath caught in my throat, as for the first time ever I saw his naked buttocks. I knew it was the first time ever, because it was the only place he had tattoos and I had definitely never seen them before. A huge biohazard on one, and a big chunky plus sign on the other…

I just stood rooted to the ground as he disappeared into the ensuite, followed by the sounds of the shower starting. Holy shit. Why the fuck had I not insisted on a condom? Why the fuck was I no longer on prep? Why the fuck was my dick getting so hard? “Are you poz?” I asked, when he re-emerged, his skin glistening wet. “Yes mate” he said, before vigorously rubbing his short, jet-black hair with the towel. “Riddled with it” he finished, as he lowered the towel leaving his damp hair sexily tousled. “Oh” I said. “You on prep?” he asked. “No” I said. “Probably should be mate” he said, grinning at me. “Yeah” I whispered. “Anyway” he said, rubbing the towel under his groin before chucking it on the floor, “I want to fuck you missionary this time.” I knew that the chances increased with multiple exposures, and yet I still found myself climbing onto the bed, lying down on my back, and then lifting my legs in readiness. He got on the bed too, pushed my legs back over me with one arm, and then used his other to get his cock to my hole so he could start pushing in. The only lube I got was what was left in me from before, plus the remains of his previous load, but I bore down on his dick and soon he was fully in me. He leaned forward as he released my legs from under his arm, and I spread them out around him. He gave me a grin, and then began to thrust in and out. Despite knowing what I was now taking, I was rock hard and totally his to use. Virtually the whole time his eyes were locked on mine, and I somehow held his gaze as he fucked me. His green eyes were hypnotising, so despite the intensity of him staring at me, I did not want to look away. With each thrust in and out of me, waves of both pain and pleasure rippled through my whole body, but unlike our first fuck downstairs I stayed silent. He had not been vocal downstairs and nor was he for this second rutting, the effort of fucking me only evident from his breathing. It was absolutely the most intense sex I had ever experienced. He fucked me for quite a long time, before eventually accelerating towards his final thrust into me, unloading a second poz load deep within my hole. Feeling his cock throbbing inside me - and knowing what it meant - sent me over the edge, and without ever touching my cock I spontaneously blew over my stomach. He broke our uninterrupted eye contact to look down at the cum dripping out of my cock, then looked back up at me and grinned, while still breathing heavily. “You liked that, huh?” he asked. “Yes” I panted. He stayed in position for a couple more minutes, before slowly pulling out of me. He pushed himself over onto his back next to me, and I lowered my legs to the mattress. We lay there for a little while, neither saying anything, before he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed with his back to me. “Need a piss and a cigarette” he said, getting up and padding off to the bathroom. As I listened to him peeing, I hauled myself up as well, noticing how wet the duvet was from a combination of sweat and cum. I didn’t care though, and just focused on grabbing a couple of tissues from the box on the bedside table to wipe up what was dripping out of my arse as well as my own load from my stomach. I then slowly pulled on my shorts, and sat back down on the end of the bed. The stud emerged a moment later, shaking his hands dry before grabbing his own shorts and pulling them on. I got up and headed for the door to go back downstairs with him following me, and we were soon outside smoking a couple of cigarettes. This time we stayed out there in the sun, other than me popping inside to get two bottles of cold beer from the fridge, and we began to quietly chat as we enjoyed the drinks and a couple more cigarettes. I found out he was called Damian, he was 23, and while he was clearly an expert top who liked to take charge, sometimes when drunk or high he liked to bottom out and get loaded up by any man who happened to be around. This was how he had got pozzed, which he didn’t really care about and actually liked how free it helped him feel. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave, nor did I have anything I was planning to do, so I just let the afternoon and evening play out on his terms. That involved going upstairs again so I could lie on my front while he fucked a third load into me, ordering in some Deliveroo to eat in the garden with a few more beers, and then moving back to the sofa where I rode him in a couple of positions to get load number four into me. After some quick showers we went out to the supermarket on the main road to get in some more beers and cigarettes, and then load number five was fucked into me as I was bent over the kitchen table. A prolonged break for drinks outside followed, before we moved upstairs, he got me on my side, positioned himself behind me, and then slid into me for a long and gentle sixth breeding. He remained in me as we fell asleep, and I woke at some point in the early hours as he gently began thrusting into me again to deliver a seventh dose of his toxic seed. Somehow he mustered up an eighth load into the morning, with me on all fours on the mattress groaning like a madman. Then, with a quick shower and a cup of coffee, he was gone. I spent part of Sunday researching my options for PEP, resolving to go to a clinic first thing on Monday to sort myself out. Yet, when it came to it, I faltered and allowed myself to get distracted with some client emails. The time ticked on, and at around 10.30am I could not help but give myself a clean out and then stick in a buttplug, unsure if he would be at my door later that morning. Of course, shortly after the bin lorry pulled up, my doorbell rang and there he was, grinning as always. I was soon bent over the stairs with him ramming into me, before getting down on my knees to clean up his cock once he had unloaded in me. That visit to the clinic never happened, but the bin crew breaktime routine was repeated throughout that working week. “You got plans tonight?” Damian asked me, as he zipped up his shorts on the Friday. “No” I said. “Cool” he replied. “OK if I come round later then?” “Sure” I said, smiling at him. This time my fridge was fully loaded with beers and ready-to-eat food, and I picked up a few packets of cigarettes as well. I left piles of tissues and packets of lube all round the house, and put a pile of clean towels out on the bed for him to use if he wanted to shower. When he turned up again around 4pm, grizzling slightly about having been sent off to finish another crew’s round, his grin returned as he saw how well prepared I was for his visit. He rewarded me for my efforts with a really great fuck on the sofa, and then we settled down outside for a couple of beers. He was relaxed and chatty, and I started to realise that he actually kind of liked me, being genuinely interested when I talked about my life or work. He never pushed the poz conversation, though was happy to answer questions about what it was like converting or whatever. He told me he was closeted at work on all fronts, but outside of that he was open about it all, including with his mum and brothers. He lived alone in a bedsit near the waste depot, being a bit vague about why he wasn’t still living with his mum, particularly as his hookups were always at the other guy’s house, in a club, or out in some woods or equivalent. I was a little taken aback when he said I was the only guy he was hooking up with at the moment, having assumed he must be finding fun elsewhere after his shift, but it turned out he was doing some extra work with a mate on some landscaping most afternoons to earn a bit more money that left him knackered by the evenings, so his late morning visits to me were currently his whole sex life. We went upstairs after that, so he could shower and then take me doggy style on the bed. When he blew inside me he collapsed forward, and I splayed down to be lying flat on my front with him on my back. He didn’t pull out, instead just lying there getting his breath back. Even when he had calmed down he stayed there, and then I felt him start to nuzzle me a bit. I moved my head to give him better access to the side of my neck, and he started kissing and licking my skin more deeply. After a few moments of this he gave a tentative push forward with his body, and in no time he was thrusting into my cum-filled hole again while he continued kissing my neck. With his weight on me, my hole sending out waves of pleasure, the soft tickling and kissing on my skin, and his heavy breathing close to my ear, I closed my eyes and began to feel like all there was in the universe was him and me, something I had never experienced even in the two significant relationships I’d had in my twenties. This continued even as he blew in me, and only ended when he started to lift himself up and pull out. I just laid on my front as he went to take a piss, basking in the afterglow of an incredible fuck. “You get me so fucking hot” he said, as he came back out of the bathroom and stopped to look at me. “Likewise” I replied, turning my head to face him. He gave me a big grin, before indicating it was time for a cigarette. I wearily hauled myself up and threw on some shorts, and then we went downstairs and out to the garden, stopping briefly to open some beers. This time we just sat in silence in the garden, sharing glances and smiling at each other occasionally, with him reaching over with his foot to gently rub mine at one point. Then we were back inside, and I bent over the kitchen table and wiggled my arse at him as seductively as I could manage. He came up behind me and pulled down my shorts, and then surprised me by squatting down and planting his face between my cheeks. He gave me an expert rim job that had me holding a hand over my mouth to stifle the moans, and then he was standing back up and pushing into me. As he gently fucked me he rubbed my back, and I arched it while often looking back at him as he thrust in and out. Feeling so ludicrously turned on, I then reached for the cigarettes on the table, popped two in my mouth and lit them, before passing one back to him. This was my house, and I wanted to smoke with this sexy fucker while he gave me what I needed. He looked so hot with the cigarette perched between his lips, his facial expression reflecting the focus and effort he was putting into reaming me out, and I also seriously got off on the nicotine high I was experiencing while I was fucked. I think he sensed I was about as turned on as I ever had been, as he paused quite a few times to prevent his orgasm so he could make it all last longer. Once he finally lost control and his load was deposited, he went over to the sofa to collapse rather than back out into the garden. I got us both some beers as well as a saucer for an ashtray, and sat down beside him. It was only when he spoke that I realised he had deliberately remained indoors so we could talk about something he maybe sensed I might be reluctant to address in potential earshot of the neighbours. “You didn’t go on prep, did you?” he asked. “No” I said. “I meant to get some PEP on Monday and then see about the other stuff, but ended up douching and plugging myself so I’d be ready for you again.” “It’s probably too late now” he said. “I know” I replied. “So you OK with me pozzing you then?” he asked. “More than OK with it” I said, realising the truth for the first time as I spoke it out loud. “I want you to convert me.” “You sure?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I guess I’ve only just realised it, but I like that you’re not just breeding me but also giving me something extra.” He reached over and gently laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it a little bit. “Good” he said. “‘Cos I want to keep fucking you.” “Yeah?” I replied. “Yeah” he said. He sat still for a moment, before leaning forward and putting his beer on the narrow coffee table. He reached over and took my beer from me to do the same with it, and then he swivelled his body up and over mine so he was straddling my lap facing me. He looked down into my eyes for a moment, before slowly leaning in. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine, and allowed him to lead as he began to kiss me deeper. I put my arms behind him and rubbed his back, and then ran one up to behind his head so I could pull him in tighter. Our dicks were hardening as we kissed, but we just kept at it for quite a long time rather than giving into the need to fuck again. Eventually he pulled back, and just stared down at me again. “Fuck” he said. “What?” I asked. “You” he said. “You was supposed to just be some lunchtime head.” “I was?” I asked, smiling at him. “Yeah” he said, “but now I just want to take you upstairs and fuck you all night.” “Then get to it stud” I said, winking at him and eliciting another of his intoxicating grins. Aside from some breaks for food, drink and cigarettes, that’s what he did. In every position imaginable, he impaled and fucked me, adding load after load of poz seed to my welcoming hole. Our mouths were often locked together as he railed me, and I came hands-free several times from the thrill of it all. Throughout Saturday he stuck around, with sex, naps, and even some cuddling on the sofa in front of Netflix filling the time. I got to enjoy watching him do press-ups, crunches and other exercises on the kitchen floor a couple of times, and also found out how much he enjoyed being rimmed. Late on the Saturday as we prepared for a pre-sleep fuck, he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed it, starting to show me that he was willing to take as well as give. He didn’t leave until late on Sunday morning, and I took to my bed to catch up on some sleep once he was gone. When I woke up, however, I was sweating and a bit unstable, and immediately knew what was probably happening. We had exchanged mobile numbers before he’d left, so I just sent him a text message with the emojis for sick and biohazard, before collapsing back into bed. I was woken early evening by my doorbell, and after a lot of effort I made it downstairs and cracked open the door to see Damian standing there with a big rucksack in one hand and a Tesco carrier bag in the other. I opened it wider to let him in, before I slid down onto the stairs. He dumped his things in the hallway before helping me get back upstairs, and once I lay down on the bed I passed out.

towel on shoulder do a circuit to find the action. I understand some men may be shy and need a towel but a main part of it for me is being nude, sporting a semi and flashing my arse.

Honestly Berlin was great, still a lot of timewasters where you'd organise a meet and then they'd go silent or vanish. Saunas or sex clubs were decent but lots of the typical guys wandering around aimlessly for hours and not wanting to shoot their shot too early. There were days when I was scared I'd get no loads at all only for it to pick up and me to stumble back to the hotel at 6am leaking cum into my jeans. The last night was tough though. Got fucked in one darkroom only to get to the next bar, meet a hot rubber pig, and then we're taking turns punchfucking each other in the sling in the basement. It was incredible. After he'd worn my hole out I got to fist him elbow deep and feel my hand through his stomach until he came jerking off his soft dick. When I got back to the hotel I found two big dicked guys to come round via Grindr to doublefuck me but one of them couldn't get hard cos he'd been on meth so he had to leave while the other one was fucking me, shot a huge load up inside me and once he was gone I had to pack up and go get my plane home for 6am. Was so hot flying on the plane with my cock still caged and my guts full of German spunk. I went on a non-weekend, would really like to go back for a weekend or for Folsom and really get myself wrecked.

Andy is a boy that just turned 18. He came from a very conservative Asian family and was not able to fully embrace the part of himself that was gay. He is extremely naïve to how the real world works due to his sheltered upbringing. He is also prone to thinking everyone is as honest as he was raised to be. He had started college and was for the first time in his life away from his controlling family and able to embrace his homosexual side. All someone had to do was look at the Asian twink to know he was a natural bottom gay. He is just the last to know. Andy created a profile on a hookup site believing it to be a regular social media for connecting with other gay students. His profile was simple. A good Christian boy looking for other nice guys to network. First time away from home so looking a group of my own. I’m a complete virgin and waiting for Mr. Right. The profile went on but basically he was screaming naïve boy who is far too trusting needs what is coming to him. Plenty of guys messaged the teen up and almost all of them started with crude language that turned Andy off right away. Enter Quinn – a college jock in his senior year of college. Quinn was an alpha male that loved turning out younger guys, especially the innocent ones. The innocent ones made his dick bounce. Quinn was just smoking a bowl of tina, browsing through the site when he came across Andy’s profile. Q: oh wow, look at this little sheep. I can smell the innocence on this one. Quinn was experienced at talking to sweet young things like Andy. He messaged a nice cordial DM and the ball was rolling. Andy received Quinn’s message. It was a nice change from all the smut he was getting from the other guys on the site. The seeds were planted and Andy never had a chance. They messaged back and forth for a few weeks and Andy felt extremely comfortable with Quinn now. When they finally started talking about sex it was calmly and meticulously planned out. Andy had admitted that though he was as virgin, he wanted to explore some stuff. With the right guy. Oh Quinn innocently responded with I think you’re really special. Andy was eating this shit up and they started talking about meeting up for coffee. They met up a few times socially, usually getting coffee at the local coffee bar. Andy was reassured at every turn that Quinn was just a nice guy through and through. When the conversation returned to sex, Andy was less bashful and started to say he’d like to try some stuff with Quinn but not all the way. He was still saving himself for the man of his dreams. They set up a date where Andy would go over to Quinn’s place and they would chill a bit and see where things went to. Quinn had made sure they had brought up rimming in their earlier conversations. He explained that it made a boy feel amazing without having sex. Andy had agreed to let Quinn try it out on him. Quinn explained about douching so that he would lick a clean ass. Andy agreed. The night of the date had come Andy was extremely nervous. He had made sure to clean out properly and was ready to go. He told himself that he would just see where the date went. No pressure. He walked up to Quinn’s door and rang the doorbell. Quinn answered the door and continued to play the innocent part. He welcomed him into his pad. It was an house that he shared with 2 roommates but he said they were gone for the night. He offered the teen a soda and politely excused himself to the kitchen. Quinn returned with 2 cups with soda. He handed one to Andy, who was nervous and parched. Andy gulped the drink down in an instant. They both laughed nervously. Quinn offered him some more soda and before he received an answer, he was pouring half of his soda into Andy’s cup. Andy drank up and finished his second glass. They spent some time just talking on the couch, just chatting away. About 20 mins into their conversation, Quinn felt like the G had enough time to start its magic. Quinn got close up to Andy and started kissing him. They made out for a while. Quinn could feel the twink getting looser and more relaxed underneath him. He reached down and pulled off Andy’s shirt and then threw off his own. They were chest to chest and the kissing was getting more intense. Andy started showing signs of disorientation and Quinn took the opportunity to help guide him to his bedroom. Andy was a bit wabbly but was excited to branch out and see what happens. When they entered the room, the first thing noticeable was a sling set up in the middle of the room. The queen size bed was to the side and so was the dresser and closet. Everything seemed to be positioned around the sling. A: oh what’s that? Q: oh that’s just a nifty contraption to elevate you while I eat you out. It’s really fun. Quinn slide up behind Andy and started to rub his perky ass. He placed his hand under his underwear and squeezed his cheek with one hand. With his other hand he reached up and grazed Andy’s nipple. Just a soft touch to make him take a deep breath. He starts to kiss Andy’s neck from behind him. His hands make their way to the front of Andy’s pants. He undoes the button and zipper and the pants slide down. Meanwhile, Quinn’s kisses have moved upward and he is now nibbling on his earlobe. Andy is overwhelmed with all these new sensations that he didn’t even realize his pants were down until Quinn had him step out of them completely. Andy started to feel a bit vulnerable. Sensing this, Quinn also took off his pants, getting down to his boxers. He reaches forward and turns Andy around so he can grind his dick into the boy’s ass. Andy’s breathing is getting louder. Quinn notices his unstable wobbling in place and suggests Andy try out the sling. With the G clouding his mind, he just lets Quinn guide him into the sling. Andy is laying in it like he had done it a million times. Q: ok lets lose these. Quinn reaches forward and grabs the twinks underwear and pulls them up and over his legs. Q: Can you feel the a slight breeze on your butt now? A: yeah, I can. It feels pretty good. Q: oh that aight nothing yet. Quinn starts tying restraints to his ankles. A: what are you doing? Q: oh this is because it’s gonna feel so good that your legs are going to squirm about and rock the whole thing. This helps with keeping them in place. A: ah, ok… guess that makes sense. Quinn walked up to the other side and pulled his left arm up and tied it up. He walked over to the right A: why are you doing my arms? Q: oh this is so you have something to hold on to. See, your wrists are tied loosely so you can pull them out whenever you want. He secures the right arm. He walks over to his dresser, turns on some mood setting music, and pulls out a wooden box and walks back over to the sling. He places the box down on the floor. Q: okay, are you ready to feel my tongue in your ass? A: yeah, im ready. Quinn approaches Andy’s hole and softly licks the opening. The boy makes a slight moan. Quinn dives in and starts to open the boy up. He has the Asian twink moaning. He is fucking the hole with his tongue; getting it all wet. Q: I’m going to try using my finger, okay? A: ah, okay… Quinn gets to his knees and opens the wooden box and reaches for a bottle of lube. He places a small amount on his finger and pushes half his finger into the boy. Andy makes a noise of discomfort but doesn’t say anything. Quinn pulls the finger out and places another small amount of lube on his finger before pushing it back into the hole. This time he got the whole finger to go in. He pulls the finger out and opens a small baggie of powder, dips his finger in it and pushes it back into the boy. A: oh no, it burns a little Q: that’s okay, it’s supposed to for a bit. It will pass. Quinn repeated the dip and pushed the finger in all the way. A: is it supposed to keep burning? Q: it will stop burning in a minute. Just wait it out. Quinn pull the single finger out and replaced it with 2 fingers. Pushing them in made the boy moan. Q: okay now, time to start the fun. Quinn went back to rimming the boy. Andy felt amazing the burning had stopped and his ass was feeling great. It was sending tingles all over his body. He was so lost in tingles that he never heard the sound of Quinn’s closet opening. His eyes were shut (in what he thought was bliss) and didn’t see 2 shadows come out, one on each side of him. It was a complete shock to him to feel the restraints on his wrists were being tightened. He opens his eyes and sees 2 other gorgeous jocks just like Quinn on each side of him. He tried to pull his arms out but to no avail. A: what’s going on? Who are these guys? Why cant I get out? Quinn stands up and stares at Andy with eyes of lust. Q: oh these are my roommates. We do everything together. We corrupt nice boys like yourself together. We parTy together A: party? What do you mean like cake? Q: Drug fueled sex parties. A: I thought you said you never did drugs. You said no sex. Just rimming. Andy struggles to try to free himself but gives up after a few minutes. Q: just relax and enjoy. I know we are gonna enjoy ourselves. You might as well enjoy it too. In fact, I’m sure you are gonna love it. Quinn reaches down into his wooden box and opens a baggie with big rocks of tina. He picks out 2 good sized shards and placed them at the boy’s hole. He bends down and spits on the hole and pushes the big one into the teen. A: ahh, it burns. Stop it. Please. I don’t do drugs Q: well that is a shame because drugs love to do you. With that comment, he pushed the second shard in and holds his fingers in place to let it absorb. Q: and another one for good measure. Quinn reaches down and pulls out another shard and pushes it in the hole. Again he holds it in place. Once he hears the teens pleas turn into moans, he starts finger fucking him. Q: okay boys, time to drop ‘em and start playing. The 2 other jocks throw their clothes off. Both are already hard with their dicks pointing up at the ceiling. Quinn slides the wooden box over to one of the men. He opens it up and pulls out a pipe and a torch. The pipe is prepacked with a full bulb. He flicks the torch on and bounces the flame off the bottom of the bulb. He blows out a huge cloud right into the teen’s face. He takes another big hit and blows in his face again. Q: okay Andy, I’d like to introduce you to Klein, the man blowing in your face. Klein is packing 8 inches for you tonight. And this other hunk is Ivan. Say hello guys K: hello hole of the night. I: hello future cumslut Klein passed the pipe to Ivan. He repeated the process of blowing clouds right into the teen’s face. They pass the pipe over to Quinn. He walks over to Andy’s side with his head and rips a huge hit, he then bends down, grips the teen’s nose and presses against his lips. The teen opens his mouth and Quinn blows the huge cloud into his mouth. The teen just coughs taking most of the cloud into his lungs. Quinn does it again, this time without holding his nose. The teen instinctually opened his mouth to start kissing. The lungs fill with cloud again, this time he blew out some of the cloud. A: oh my gawd, what is this feeling? Feeling all over? Q: that’s the tina working on you. K: you feel that tingle in your mouth? I: you feel that tingle in your boy hole? A: yes, like a burning but in a good tingle way. K: that means you are starting to fly I: that means you are ready for our dicks Q: that means you’re all ours Quinn pushed his dick to Andy’s mouth. The twink opened up like he was programmed to do it. This was the first blow job he had ever given but he was taking to it nicely. He got the dick nice and slick of spit. He walked around to the boy’s exposed hole. He spit on the hole before lining his dick up to it. Pop, his head slid right in. The boy yelped. He grabbed the teen by the waist and slammed the rest of his 7 inches in one push. The boy cried out. A: nooo, take it out. Please take it out. It hurts Q: oh no I’m sorry let me take it out if it hurts. Quinn pulled out almost all the way leaving just his head. He waited for him to stop clinching so hard and then slammed it right back in to the hilt. A: ahhh, nooo, please. Gawd please. It’s too big Q: if you think I’m too big, then you are gonna be shocked by the boys. They both pack 8 inches. Your lucky though, all three of us are pretty much the same thickness. So once you get used to my dick, they should be good to plow you too. Quinn pulled almost out. Boom! Slammed back in. He surprised Andy when he did pull all the way out. He thought it might be the end of his escapades. He was sorely mistaken. Quinn just reached into the wooden box and pulled out the powder and coated his dick. He pushed right back into the teen. A: burns, burns, burns, Ivan pushed his dick into the boy’s mouth. It muffled the cries a bit. Q: get used to it already. There you go. I can feel you relaxing. Maybe now I can fuck. Quinn slammed balls deep and felt less resistance from the hole. He knew it was time. He started to pound out like a jackhammer. Luckily the music he had started earlier was drowning out the cries from Andy. By the time Quinn was ready to shoot his load, the teens cries were turned into moans of a whore. He was begging for more dick, more pounding. Q: I knew I picked well with this one. Quinn pushed as deep as he could into the hole and shot his first load. He pulled out and slapped Andy’s ass, leaving a pink hand print on his porcelain left cheek. Ivan stepped away from Andy’s mouth and goes to the wooden box. He collects 2 more chunks of tina goes to the boy’s hole. He pushes in the first chunk with his finger. He then puts the second one against the hole and pushes it in with his dick. With the new tina added to the cum already in the hole, his dick slid right in. A yelp escaped the boy as he got used to the new length of dick in him. But Klein pushed his dick in the boy’s face. He took it in his mouth and again his noises were muffled. I: oh yeah baby, make me feel it. Damn he’s tight. Definitely was a virgin but once it’s in, it fits like a glove. Ivan grips the tied up legs and uses the leverage to have the boy rock the sling and bounce back on his dick. He just stands there bringing the ass to him. He enjoys that for a long while. Klein pulls his dick out and switches sides. He feeds the teen his dick from the other side of his face. Ivan takes this opportunity to start long dicking the twink. When he was finally ready to blow his load, he kept long dicking him and the cum was shot the length of his ass and then pushed further back and back and back. He pulls out and Klein pulls out of the twink’s mouth. It is Klein’s turn to visit the wooden box. But he reaches for something else. He likes fucking looser holes. He was just gonna take a shortcut. He pulls out a point. He makes a small sized shot ready for the twink. Klein goes over to his arm restraint. The boy is flying high and wasn’t even fazed when his arm was untied. K: ok now boy, I don’t wanna hurt you. Keep your arm still and it wont hurt. He ties off the boy’s arm and pushes the needle in a vein. He draws back, registers, and pushes the liquid in. he unties and pushes the twink’s arm up above his head. The twink starts a coughing fit. As it subsides, the twink’s eyes go black and he is flying super high. Klein even leaves his arm untied. Klein goes to the boy’s hole and sticks his finger into the wet opening. It sucks on his finger. K: perfect Klein lines his dick up and slams it into the boy. The teen squeals in excitement and his small tina dick cums on himself. The third jock shows off his stamina by power fucking the twink for almost an hour. With a few breaks to stop for water. The boy is just limp like a stack of potatoes enjoying the assault on his hole. Andy tries to jerk himself off but is stuck staring off into the unknown. When Klein is ready to shoot his load, he reaches for the boy’s head and pulls him down toward himself. The three jocks stare down at the used twink. Andy stares back but looks like he is staring at a scene behind the men that only he can see. Quinn pushes a medium sized butt plug into the boy. A: am I done? Q: done? Don’t you want more dick? You cumwhore. A: yes I want dick. I want all your cum. … bu K: Good because we not done yet. you just got a baby shot. The three jocks share a good laugh and walk away from the twink in the sling. I: lets go get something from the kitchen. We need to eat something if we are gonna go all night. K: fuck eating, I need more water. They just leave the boy in the sling behind like an afterthought.

Ready and waiting 😈

A few years ago I met a fuck buddy introduce me to being shared with other men. I was hooked and loved it right from the start. He loved watching other men breed me and genuinely enjoyed organising multiple men to use me, before meeting him I've been in a 10-year monogamous relationship, so this was my first introduction to this kind of thing, yet I became hocked. I think he could see I was a pig deep down and after the first time he shared me with a few other men. It became something I enjoyed and did regularly with him. One time he took me to a sex club and watched multiple men Breed me while I was in a sling in a dark room. Every time he shared me with men, it just drove me to be more of a pig and I just wanted to be shared more. Yes, I enjoy one on one, but now I just crave being shared and I wondered what that is and we're the Urge comes from. Outside of the bedroom, I come across as a straight laced gentleman but I also had and up bring you in the Mormon religion, and I often wonder if the suppression drives this.

And Closeup..

1. Johnny "Positive," he said. "I'm sorry. But with modern drugs, it doesn't have to be a death sentence." I couldn't remember what my name had been thirty seconds ago. Even before the counselor had finished saying "positive," I knew what I would be called for however long I had left to live. I would be known henceforth as Johnny Deathseed. I'd spend my days exploring the modern American frontier of suburbs, exurbs and gentrified urban cores. I'd be spreading the gospel of bareback sex, of fluid exchange, and of AIDS far and wide. The counselor droned on, but I had stopped listening to him. I knew I would never weaken the power of my new virus by taking drugs. I hadn't practiced safer sex before and I certainly wasn't going to start now. I was a male. I was designed to inseminate. Now, finally, I could get my partners knocked up. I started to stare at the counselor. He was young, maybe 20 or 21, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was clean-cut, with a polo shirt just tight enough to show off his muscles and khakis on. He screamed pre-med student, volunteering here to beef up his transcript for medical school. He was gay; that much was clear. I interrupted him. "Are you poz?" I asked. "No, I'm not." There was a hint of revulsion in his voice, like he hadn't ever had a drippy cock yet. I wondered if he had even once accepted the joy of a man's raw cock in his ass, the sacrament of sharing seed. He quickly added, "But some of my friend are." "Do you ever wonder what it really feels like?" The man I had been a few minutes ago was dead. Johnny had taken over completely. "To have a deadly virus in your body? An incurable disease? To be able to spread it by making love to another man?" He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Yes. I do." Silence again. He had gotten off-script. "I do this three times a week. Each person reacts differently. And every night, I wonder what they think as they fall asleep that first night." Another pause. "You're the first person who has ever asked me though." "The caretaker needs care as well," I lied. I just wanted to know if the carpet matched the drapes. There was another brief silence. It didn't bother me, but clearly I had rattled my boy. "Um, do you know how you got infected." "Yes," I said. It wasn't hard to know. Every weekend for the past three months, I had been to the local bathhouse. I had let anyone and everyone bareback me. I hadn't refused a single load. "Bareback fucking," I said. "Have you ever barebacked?" I asked. "No," he answered, far too quickly. I knew he was lying, so I didn't say anything. He had to fill the silence with the truth. "Well. A few times." "And?" "It felt great. But I..." He trailed off. "I didn't like the fear and uncertainty afterwards." I put my hand on his arm. There was a light layer of hair on it, just blond enough to be hard to see. "You don't have to be afraid, you know," I said. "You could choose just to enjoy the pleasure. The intimacy." He stared at me with those innocent blue eyes, a battle raging in his mind. I stroked his arm again, and he lost the battle between pleasure and prudence. His free hand went to his neck, and unbuttoned the top button of the polo. "It's what you really want," I said, and he unbuttoned the other two buttons. "It's going to be great." He pulled off his shirt, exposing a tight, muscled chest and stomach. There was a spray of slightly darker hair across his stomach, then a dark blond trail leading down into his khakis. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said, as he stood up, and undid his belt. I got up, and checked the door. I didn't be disturbed as I carried out my first mission. It was locked. I pulled off my t-shirt, and the counselor let his khakis drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of underwear that were hugging his ass. I didn't even notice his cock. I unbuttoned my Levi's, and my cock sprung free, already hard. "Wow," he murmured. He started to kneel down, trying to suck on it. I didn't want to waste time with oral sex. I bent him over the desk, and pulled down his underwear. On the counter behind him was a basket of condoms and lube. I grabbed two packets of lube, and squeezed one onto his hole, one onto my cock. I stuck a finger into his hole. He was tight, almost like a virgin. I worried he wasn't going to be able to open up enough for me to get my shaft into his hole. I didn't have to worry. As I pressed my finger into his body, he readily let me in, willingly accepting anything I gave him. It didn't take long for me to get a second finger into him, and quickly after a third. He was moaning in pleasure as I stroked in and out of him. "Please, man, give it to me," he begged me. I greased up my shaft, then lined up the cockhead with his hole. "You ready for it?" I asked. "Yes. I need it," he said. "Fuck me raw. Bareback me. Cum in me. Shoot me full of your seed and your virus. Make me poz." I had been ready to fuck him from the moment I saw his preppy ass, and with that plea, I didn't wait for a formal invitation. I pressed my cock into his hole and it slid in easily. It felt great. My first raw hole of my poz life. My first neg hole, even. He was just tight enough to provide some resistance, but loose enough that I could get my thick shaft into him easily. And once inside, his hole was hot, moist, and alive. I started to pound his hole hard. For the first time, I didn't have to worry about how rough I was or if I was ripping up his tender skin. In fact, that was the entire point of today's fuck: to rough up his ass, to injure it, to render him defenseless before I sprayed him full of my newly toxic seed. "Feel good?" I asked, but honestly, I didn't care what his answer was. "It's rough. But don't stop. I want this to hurt." I continued to fuck him hard, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back into him. "This needs to hurt," he continued. It was the best fuck in far too long. I felt powerful. I was powerful. My cock had always been a source of pleasure for me. I had seen enough other men to know it was above average: big and thick. But now it was something even more amazing. I had a loaded weapon, and it was hanging between my legs. I could change a man's life permanently. Men were going to worship it, honor it, destroy their lives to have the chance to pleasure it. My awesome cock and my beautiful balls were going to be the defining elements of the rest of my life. I needed to spread it far and wide and let every man, willing or otherwise know my power. I was getting close. The first man was soon going to have the pleasure of my very first deadly load. "I'm getting close," I said. "Give. It. To. Me." he grunted, a fierce determination audible in his demand. I didn't give him a chance to have a second thought. I pushed in deep: let my beautiful tool have its way and let my balls, filled to the brim with my brand new virus, drain themselves into his helpless body. "Fucking. Take. My. Seed," I replied, in the same staccato cadence that he had used to beg me. My cock exploded and filled his ass with my seed. First one spurt, then a second, a third, and in the glory of my poz orgasm, I lost track of how many spurts, how much seed I had injected into my boy's unprotected hole. With each thrust into his hole, I felt him clench around my tool, holding me in and milking out every drop of my fluids. I hoped that I had given him enough sperm, enough virus to gift him with what he had begged me for: my Human Immunodeficiency Virus. My HIV. Even as my orgasm subsided, he was still gasping for air. I realized that I didn't remember his name. I'm sure he had told me when I first walked in, and I knew it was something completely generic and forgettable: Ken or Brian or something like that. It didn't matter. I would never speak to him again, and it was unlikely he'd ever let me run into him at a bar. I pulled out, and wiped off my cock on his ass. "Get what you needed, boy?" I asked him. It was just a formality, something to say as I put my pistol back in my underwear and pulled up my pants "Yes, Sir," he said. He made no effort to stand up. I realized that he had cum as well. He was too embarrassed to show me his little pool of semen, cooling off on the desk. I slapped his firm ass, and finished buttoning up my pants. "Take care. You should probably get tested, soon, you know. Give me a call if you need another load." I scribbled a number down on a scrap of paper on the desk. I doubted he would ever have the courage to call the number, but if he did, he'd discover I had given him the anonymous HIV testing clinic. His own number. "Before you go," he said, little more than a whisper. "What's your name? I want to remember you. I need to remember you" "You can remember me as Johnny Deathseed."

Although I am loose, it takes the right size hand to get in my ass. They don't have to be tiny just not massive paws. I used to go to this wooded area near, which was a big cruising spot. Plenty of trees on their side to bend over, plenty of clearings with cover to get naked and play around. One day I was in my jock ass up bent over a tree, felt the normal slap on my ass and heard voice ask my if I can take a hand, I said don't know but you can try. He started with a few fingers then worked up to all plus thumb, next I felt his hand pop past my lips and next he was wrist deep. He worked my ass slow and fast, pulling almost out and pushing back in deep. I felt him put his dick in me and jerk himself off. A few minutes later I felt him do it again, I turned around to look and that's when I noticed about 5 guys there watching looking like they wanted to try but did not. He worked my ass for about 5 more minutes then just left, the others did not fist me but did take turns fucking me. I'm hooked now, so my answer is don't know but you can try!

My first was chlamydia. The guy lied to me and told me he was clean. He was actually a walking bag of STDs. I wasn’t pissed at him. It actually was very hot. We still fuck to this day.

is that just North of the IKEA? I think I found myself there as well at the start of Spring 😉 I’ll have to share that story another time 😜

I LOVE being whored out. Probaby because I LOVE being fucked. I LOVE anon loads. I love being cum-pletely full of cum. I love having men fuck me back to back. I love a line of men using me until they're all sated. You're welcome to try to make me tap out.....

Normally I don’t comment on oral. It isn’t really sex it’s more like a hand shake. Anyway…I just sucked a guy off that had a nice cock in the park. He came big and of course I thanked him for the gift. He said it was just as good as last time. I said…I have played with you before? And he said I fucked you about a year ago here. I honestly don’t remember it. I told him he could have bred me this time. He said he didn’t have time today. I thought to my self…it would take him longer to breed me?? Then I started to over think it and thought that maybe it was because my cunt was sloppy and it would take him longer to nut. I’m probably over thinking it. P.s while I was typing this I just went and sucked off another guy in his car. It’s a good day so far.

My uncle Ruben sits there in a daze. Glossy eyed and blacker than black pupils the size of dinner plates. Wow, he really is a lightweight. I place my hand on his thigh and keep it there. He says nothing. I ask how are you feeling uncle? He smiles and a light “great” leaves his lips. He’s still sluggish from the ghb. I let him sink into the couch and I grab his arms by the wrists and push them up until he has placed them behind his head. I take the opportunity to go and refill the pipe. I grab my black case and reload a fat bowl. I look up and see Uncle Robert in the hallway just standing there; waiting to see how things are going with my other uncle. I wink at him and wave him to come on down to the couch. He slowly obliges and sits next to my other uncle. I stare down at them both just sitting there in their underwear. My dick leaks precum at just the sight before me. I light up and take my hit. As I blow out, I pass to Robert. He takes his huge hit and a second. I take it back and go up to Ruben. I once again place the pipe at his mouth and direct him when to inhale. He keeps his hands behind his head. I love how cooperative he is being so far. And showing off his arms, his biceps are on full display for my viewing pleasure. He takes 3 hits before I pass it back to Robert. I get down between Ruben’s legs and reach up and touch his dick. I start to rub his hard on through his underwear. It’s straining against the fabric and looks like its gonna pop through the cloth any minute. He stays leaned back and small moans escape his mouth. I look over at Robert and whisper – no turning back now. I reach up and tug on his white underwear just enough to release his (moderately) thick dick. I reach up and grab hold of it and feel the heat emanating from his dick. It’s warm to the touch and I can feel his heartbeat through it. I love how well the Viagra is working. I begin to jerk him off. More low moans escape my uncle. He does not open his eyes. I’m not sure why but his reasons are his own. I reach for his underwear and this time pull them downward. He lifts his ass up a bit and allows me to strip him completely. I get closer to him and lick the tip of his head. He gasps a bit and I engulf the entire dick straight down to his pubes. I throat his dick in one go. It doesn’t take long before he lowers on hand and places it on my head and starts to thrust slightly into my mouth. I look up at Uncle Ruben and he is looking down at me and I look up at him. Our tweaked-out eyes meet and I can tell he is loving it. That’s when I hear it. My Uncle Robert had put the porn back up on the tv. I pull off and slide over a bit to the side and start sucking Robert. I look to my Uncle Ruben and he is jerking himself off glued to the porn. I chuckle to myself but nothing is heard because Robert is already down my throat. He grabs my head and fucks my mouth. Where Ruben had been soft and slow when he thrusted in my mouth, my Uncle Robert was intense and fast. His balls were slapping against my chin. I have to be selective when trying to breath. I have to catch the air at just the right time before his dick blocks my airway. I fucking love it. I pull off his dick and pull him up off the couch. I then get on the couch on all fours and start to suck my Uncle Ruben again. This time my ass is pushed up and on full display for uncle Robert. He gets behind be and starts tonguing my hole. It feels like he is trying to get at the load he shot earlier. The one that dripped down out of me in the shower. I’m moaning into Uncle Ruben’s crotch. The deeper Robert’s tongue gets in my hole, the deeper I want Ruben’s dick in my throat. As if we were on the same page, Robert pulls away from my wet hole as I’m backing away from Ruben. I’m satisfied with the amount of saliva I have around his dick. Ruben looks up at me with a shit eating grin and says that was amazing. I reply that was ok, but this will be amazing. I turn my back to him and back up onto his lap. I reach down and position his dick at my hole and I squat down. I slowly push down on his dick and without stopping, I bottom out. I can’t see him but I can hear him moaning. I push myself up and down on his dick. Slow at first, I let him feel it, I let myself feel it. I wait until he places his hands on my waist before I really start to ride him. He lifts me like im nothing and turns me around on his dick. I;m now facing him as I ride. My semi hard dick is leaking precum all over his stomach as I continue to bounce on his lap. Ruben grabs me and lifts me up again. This time he turns around and with his dick still in me, lays me down on the couch on my back. He pulls up my legs to his shoulders and starts to drive into me. He’s hitting my g spot over and over at this angle. I turn my head to the side and there is my other uncle, shoving his dick in my mouth. I’m in the most uncomfortable position getting pounded and trying to leach over to get my mouth filled. But I don’t care. I’m in heaven being between these 2 men. I was in love with 3 favorite letters for making this come true; G, T, and V. Ruben starts moaning about being close to cumming. I feel him pushing stronger into my hole. I’m getting shook so much that I can’t even keep Robert’s dick in my mouth. I can feel Ruben’s urgency and then boom. Ropes and ropes of cum filling my insides. Ruben pulls out of me and sits back in his seat. It gets quiet. He looks like he is beginning to process what had just transpired. In that same moment, Robert gets between my legs and pushes his hard dick balls deep into my wet hole. Ruben watches his brother pound another load into me. Robert pulls out and sits on the other side of me. I’m left in the middle, trying my hardest to will my hole shut so the loads done leak out of me. Once I feel my hole clench up and sit up right. I can tell that Ruben is horrified with what he had just done. I had to intercede. I tell him how great the fuck was. That I had always wanted him to fuck me like the whore I was. He relaxed a bit but was still deep in thought. He blurts out that he isn’t gay. I reassure him that he wasn’t and neither was his brother Robert. They were just men with needs. I explained the Tina was just a tool to get the inhibitions out of the way so he could get his needs met. He asked me if I was gay. I explained oh most definitely. I explained that I was a natural born gay whore made for meeting men’s needs. Tina helped me realize this truth. I told him he shouldn’t be embarrassed about using a whore when my holes are so freely given. He was deep in thought again. His mind at war with its self. I took the opportunity to say that if he was truly discussed with himself, then why was he still hard? He looked down and noticed that his dick was still rock hard and pointing straight at me. I told him little Ruben knows what he likes. Like a curve ball out of nowhere, my Uncle Robert chimes in. Hey, what’s fun is fun. The only gay one here is our nephew. We might as well be the ones who get to fuck him. Uncle Robert orders me back to my knees and has me stroll back over to Uncle Ruben. I’m ordered to start sucking him off again. Ruben says oh fuck yeah. I think the 3 of us need to hang out more often.

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

Don’t know what it is but I love skinny twinks with big cocks with a cocky attitude. After college I stayed in the small college town that I graduated from, getting a well paying job dealing with college age kids. Back then, it was not wise to be out, small town small minded. So picking up guys was hard to do. There was a gay bar but it was old queens and trolls, now I’m the old queens. Funny how life turns. Some college guys would go there but the pickings were always slim. Sometimes there would be the closet “str8” frat boy with his gf and friends but that was like finding a unicorn. One night a few gay friends, I didn’t have that many, invited me out for drinks and by the end of the night we needed up at the gay bar. It’s a dark and seedy place, low lighting and the music was always to load. The few of us left in the group were standing at the bar drinking and watching the dance floor. As we are standing there doing shots and people watching, I see a short twink dancing it up on the floor. Cute, blond, skinny, but way too gay for me. He did have a hot little butt but I could see from the way he was dancing, total flamer. Every time I looked out at the floor, we would make eye contact. At this point, I’m starting to really feel the booze and his ass is starting to look even better. He is moving and shaking his ass like he wants a dick in it now. As I watch his ass, I’m starting to feel horny and with the booze in me, I’m ready to have some fun. I look back out at the floor and he is gone, I don’t see him anywhere. Well that’s for the better, no regret in the morning. About 15 minutes later, I feel someone grab my ass hard. Not like in a crowded bar grab, I mean 2 hands full of ass hard. I turn around and here is the twink smiling up at me. I’m 5’11, 180 32wt 43 ch, he is all of 5’7 130 maybe 26 wt and skinny chest and arms with light blue eyes and blond hair. He is looking up at me with a cocky smile on his face. He grabs my head and pulls it down and whispers in my ear. You been watching my ass all night, let’s get out of here and I will show you something special, then bites my ear. I’m shocked to say the least, he is skinny, cocky like I like and his voice was not manly, It was that high pitched. Caution to the wind, I said I lived a few blocks away. He said good, cause he lived in the dorms. We walked the few blocks back to my house, talked a little about the general things, what’s your name, where are you from, how fucking old are you. His name was Nick, 18 and from a few hours away for this town. As I’m unlocking the door, he grabs my ass again and gets up on his toes. He licks my ear and says I have a hot ass, that he loves muscle guys. Damn, this is twice he has grabbed my ass, he has not once grabbed my crotch but then again I have not grabbed his. As we walk into my place, he asked if I have anything to drink, that is not water. I’m like yea, I have some booze but no mixer. He says good, I like it over just a little ice. He does this like he is placing an order at a bar or telling his bitch to make him a drink. I shrug it off and go make two drinks. As I’m coming back into the living, he is standing with just his underwear on. I stopped to take in the sight, he is skinny with pale white skin and light blue bikini underwear on with a large bulge. I can’t decide if he is too skinny or what, before he steps forward and takes his drink. He down’s it in one and ask where the bedroom is. I’m thinking no get to know you, just get to business, ok. We head upstairs with me in the lead and his hands on my ass. He is telling me how I have a nice back and a meaty ass. As we walk into the bedroom, he is pulling my shirt over my head and starts undo my pants. As my pants and boxers hit the floor, he kneels and starts to suck me. He is licking the head and playing with my balls. It feels good, he is working me so good. Rounding my nuts in his hand and every once in a while he reaches past my balls and runs a finger across my hole. This goes on for 10 mins or so. My hands on resting on his head but I’m letting him run the show. As his fingers run across my hole, it’s getting a little wet back there. He is adding spit to his finger from time to time. He has me worked up at this point, I willing to do about anything for this to keep going. He stands up and pushes me back onto the bed, he grabs my legs and lifts them. I’m thinking he is going to finish taking off my pants but as he pushes my legs up towards my head. He dives his face into my ass and start an unbelievable tongue fucking. He is licking my rim and then slides his tongue into my hole. Then back to licking. It feels so damn good. He pulls his head up and starts to lower my legs a little. I tell him that, that feel so damn good. I want to do the same to him, he says all in good time. That he is not done on munching on my hole. He tells me to turn over. I’m turning over, he pulls my pants off. When I’m face down, I spread my legs to allow him better access. He crawls up between my legs and starts all over again. Damn he is good, I’m so damn wet back there. He slides up my body and kisses my neck. Telling me how hot my body is and he loves to eat ass. That I have a great one. As he is sliding back down my body, he is touching and kissing me everywhere. This all feels so good, I have not had someone do this to me in a long time. I’m so lost in the pleasure, I forget it’s a twink doing this to me. He is going to town on my hole, then slides up my body to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. My ears are a trigger for me, they turn me into putty. He has been doing this for 20 mins or so. I can feel him shifting his legs around as he is going back down to my ass. He is down there, licking and touching my hole for a longer time this time. When he finally starts to move up my back I feel his cock for the first time. Skin on skin, he has removed his underwear. As he gets to my neck, I can feel his head at my hole. It feels thick, as he starts to push in. I’m loose and wet from he making a buffet out of my ass. I’m spaced out some but as he pushes forward I start to come to my senses. Not from the fact he is trying to fuck me or that I don’t know if he has a condom on. It’s the size. The head is not in all the way and I’m getting stretched. Now I have had a few bf/fwb that were thick, thicker the better, length is not a big thing to me. But this is something else, a whole lot of something else. His head is laying on my back, just to the left of my ear. His arms have now moved under me and have moved up to my chest. He is hugging me from behind and just keeps the pressure on my hole. He is not moving much, just pressure. He’s mumbling a few things about relaxing, it will feel better soon once it’s inside. As I’m trying to tell him to stop and pull out, his hand comes up to my face. He slides three fingers into my mouth to stop me from talking. As a little more moves into me, he moans. This feels good he tells me, he asked if I’m feeling better. I can’t speak much with three fingers in my mouth. He tells me again that I need to relax more to get the rest of it in. As he pulls is fingers out of my mouth and he tells me to spit in his hand. As I do this, he starts to move it out and from under us to relube his cock. When he pulls out and lubes up with spit, his other hand moved up to my face. He pushes something into my face. He was quick about the whole thing. His head was not out of my for long and has he pushes back in, he goes deeper. He has the head now in me, he has to be the thickest thing I have ever had. It hurts, not in a good way hurts. It hurts bad, I think he ripped something, but he is not letting up. He is not moving much, just slow constant pressure. He is telling me that I’m doing so well and ask if I like the smell of his cock in my face. Finally realizing that he has his underwear up again my nose. He is just shifting a little back and forth, getting a little deeper each time. After some time, I can feel his pelvis on my ass. He has been telling me the whole time that I feel so good around him. That I’m like an oven inside with a vise grab hold on him. He is starting to move some, just an inch or so. Nothing hard or rough, just slow movements. He is telling me that he will not last long this time. Just the thought of me taking him in me raw has him about to pop. But not to worry, he will last longer the next few times. He is moving a little faster now but still only a inch or two. He is hugging me hard and his breathing is getting harder. He says that I’m his first and growls out, fuck I’m cumming in you, fucking cumming. I’m still a little out of it, the shock of this kid topping me, that his cock has to be massive, that he just came in me or I’m his first. First what, hook up, guy he fucked, raw fucked. As I’m laying with him hugging me and his cock still hard inside, I’m trying to figure a few things out. As I’m starting to wrap my head around some of it, he starts to move. Not move out of me, he is fucking me again. Not the slow moving as before but not pounding me either. Just a steady rhyme, 3-4 inches. Both his hands are cupping my chest, as he squeezes them both. He rams deep into me and holds there. I think I have every inch in me now, because it hurt like he found a spot his cock had not touched before. As he is holding it deep in me, I heard him saying that I need to relax more if he is going to fuck me till morning. I need to loosen up or it’s going to be a long night. That the pill does wear off for hours. I’m like pill, what pill I’m thinking. He pushes hard against me again, trying to see if there is anything that has not entered me. He is talking as he holds deep in me, saying things like he is so fucking hard, harder then he has ever been. That he can’t believe that the pill his roommate gave him had him this hard. That he told his roommate that he was going to fuck tonight and the roommate give him a pill that will keep him hard for hours. That he doesn’t have to pull out at all, fuck, cum, stay hard and not pull out.. He holding deep, telling me how great my hole feels. That it’s hot and so wet inside me. That he can’t believe a hole could feel this good, that he’s so excited that I took him raw and he came in me. But it’s going to be a shame when he is done, that my hole will be a train tunnel. That he is going to ruin my hole for other guys to use. He starts pulling out a little and pushes back in hard. Slow out and hard back in. Bet you’re feeling better now he asked. With my cum acting like lube, it’s sliding in and out easier. You feel full, not just because of my cock. He informs me that he shots bigger than average loads. That most guys that have sucked him off, can’t swallow it all. I’m thinking you’re 18, how many guys have blown you, so I asked. The answer was 30 or more, he laughs and goes on about everyone want to suck on a big dick. This is as he is still pulling out slow and hammering it back in. With each punch of my hole, he is talking about how soft and gooey my inside feel to him. That it’s so different from the old trolls that he fucked back home. That even with the size of his cock, they didn’t feel tight at all and wearing a condom never felt good.. It’s not this feeling, this raw power and tight heat. That the old queen that taught him to fuck had said raw was the best and nutting in someone was even better. It was like owning that person because you were now part of them. He tells me, I own you now. He is starting to pick up the pace, he is not pulling out of me but the head is coming part way out. Then he would slam back in to get every inch into me. This has been going on for 20 mins now and he is just riding my ass as if he owes it. At this point he does, he is in total control as he says number two is coming around the corner. He slams deep and hold it there, god it feels good cumming in you he says. He is deep in me and telling me all about how my ass feeling around him. Wet and moist, starting to feel sloppy but still tight. That the old troll was right, raw is better than being wrapped up in rubber, unless it’s gear.

This is a true story and takes place back in 2013. I was a horny 20yo just getting started fucking guys and up to this point, I always fucked safe but I'd always had this primal urge pump my load inside a tight hole. I had just gotten back from vacationing in Dominican and hadn't cum in 5 days and was super horned up. I posted an ad on craigslist and within a few hours this older indian daddy hit me up. He was double my age, 5'9" slim/avg build. didn't care for many details aside from "do you fuck??". We chatted a bit more and eventually made plans to meet later that afternoon, I knew I was gonna breed this slut. I rolled up to his apartment around 3PM, punched in the buzzer code and was on my way up to the 12th floor. As I approached his door, the lock clicked and door slowly squeaked open; he had been watching me through the peephole. He stared at me for a good 10 seconds before finally uttering "Sorry, you're so young!". I figured he was just nervous, chuckled and told him it was cool and proceeded inside. Turns out, he had a huge fetish for silky basketball shorts and immediately dropped to his knees and sucking my cock through my shorts. He led me to the bedroom, pulled my shorts down started teasing the tip of my cock. He then worked his way up, pulled up my shirt and started sucking my nipples, my cock stiffened rock hard and started leaking. Without warning, he suddenly engulfed my cock in his warm wet mouth and swallowed every drop of precum that came out. We then proceed to bedside table (and to my dismay) he pulls out a condom and lube. While he was lubing up his hole, I put a few shots of lube in the condom before rolling onto my cock. He laid on his back and I slowly slid inside his hole. I start pounding him and he started moaning like a bitch in heat, but I couldn't feel a thing through that condom. I pulled my cock out and because of the lube inside, it began to slide off. I repeated this a few more times until the condom was barely on the tip of my cock. I positioned my cock carefully and with one final push, fucked the empty condom into his hole. I could now feel his warm wet hole wrapped around my raw cock and wasted no time in pounding him like the bitch he was. I started getting close after a few minutes and with one final push, I buried my cock deep inside as I exploded 5 days worth of cum inside him. During this time his moaning intensified and he started screaming "Oh my god, it so hot". I pull out and innocently ask "Oh no, where is the condom?", but he didn't seem to care. Instead he was like "Woww you cum so much! Im pregnant now" . Suffice to say, we never used condoms again on our future sessions

I have had the same issue with some younger dudes. Some are really into it.

Im 99% bottom and also very slutty, giving cumdump energy (guys often comment how they want to fuck me based on how I look at them). My bf is 100% top and he loves to fuck me snd especially when im full of cum from other guys. I’m about 6 inches and he’s 7. guys that fuck me often like my dick as I have a nice mushroom head. My dick is never an issue, except when guys get greedy for it 🙂 that being said I did too and breed a guy in May LOL.

Hard my mate's cock is about half an inch longer. We're of similar girth; early on we got something which then was called clone-a-willy, did that and enjoyed those for a time. Both of us are growers.

I am an older bottom in Kuala Lumpur As I have said in previous posts it’s a great place to be for an older white stocky bottom i have been chatting to a 30 year old Bangladeshi for a few months this afternoon met up he is sexy , nice hairy chest & rock hard cock , after mutual kissing, rimming , sucking , he lubed his cock , fingered and lubed my ass put my legs on his shoulders and fucked me hard & deep , deposited a big load in my ass which o kept inside me After 2 hours he was horny again fucked me face down deposited another big load in my ass both times I could feel his cock pulsating as he deposited his young cum in my ass pushed our a huge amount of young cum later

I was in Berlin with my boyfriend. It was a normal gay bar with a smaller dark room. I wasn’t drunk, I drank only one vodka orange. Although we already fucked each other, I was still totally horny, as I hadn’t seen my love for two months He picked up a bear (or he picked up us) and we went down. The super top bear started to me with his huge cock while my bf was fucking my mouth. Two other guys joined us. Later while the beer was fucking my bf one of the two others, a young cube started to fuck my hole. I was opened but not extremely loose. His dick was under average and neither he nor I could feel it very well, so he started to finger me and I don’t know how his full fist went into my hole. I was lube up only with normal lube and used only poppers as enhancement. It made us so horny that he immediately started to fist me. However, because of the lack of x lube I couldn’t take it so long. But all in all it was a surprise for me even though I was an experienced and well-trained fistee.

This is such a relief to hear. While I worry about my hole being too loose I have had so many big dicked guys be really impressed when their 8" dick just slides in there first time and they know they can really go to town. When I was on holiday there was a 9" guy and he loved how I just swallowed his dick without any issue and was able to clench at the end when he was ready to cum, but I like the idea of staying sloppy throughout and the guys cumming like they were just fucking a toy or a fleshlight.

Just nutted all over my husband’s ass (some is inside), thought you’d all like the view piggies.

I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and love group sex, so I love being watched and having other guys join in.

Last load I got was yesterday via a Gloryhole...1 of 6 I took yesterday via that same gloryhole!

When I was… maybe 20 I invited a nudist over to just hang out naked. He was older - about 70. He was very fit, visiting in from out of town. Drove up in a Mercedes to my shoddy college apartment. His body (you would never have guessed he was over 60), and the age difference really turned me on. We stripped and I saw that he had a big PA. Big to the point I was scared it would hurt - I’d never taken a pierced dick before, haven’t since either. I wanted his load though, so I decided to go with it. He bred me, and to be honest I didn’t really notice it much but I’m also pretty loose. He was so hot though, and I was pretty surprised to see he was pierced.

I love having sex with black men, not because they are black, but my experience has been they are incredible lovers. The first black man I had sex with regularly was a friend of my uncle’s. He had a healthy sized dick and the best tasting cum. He was a very sweet and kind lover, and didn’t just ram his dick in me. But when he got going in his stroke, I’d fucking see stars. Ever since then, I look for guys that remind me of him and I’m never disappointed!

I don’t know why it is, but honestly I don’t care. I love watching others having sex and love to be watched. I was already shared many times. My two favourite were once when a guy fucked me in a cruising bar and 4-5 other guys were standing around me jerking their dicks. The fucker turned me around to suck the guys around us. And at a one point he turned me totally back, started to fuck my throat and invited the guys to fuck me. The other favourite was when my boyfriend shared my hole in the Lab Berlin during a ff night. I also excited to share. My boyfriend is eagerly waiting to be fucked, and I encourage him to collect as much jizz as possible and finally fuck out the jizz of him or just eat it out of his hole.

I tend to drive in deeper, holding the bottoms side. I then pause to ensure all my cum is delivered deep. I then demand that the bottom Milks my cock with his arse so squeezing every last drop out. I pull out slowly and watch my cum dribble out. Then it’s time to ram my cock into the now warm, lubed hole for round 2.

Love to of had that cock dumping loads in my hole

Rectal chlamydia at 14

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

It used to be that I spent a lot of time sucking cocks at glory holes. There, I was mostly in control of which cocks I sucked. Before long, though, I graduated to backing my ass up to the glory holes. But, I found myself hungry for something more intense. That was when I started my addiction to being fucked in dark rooms, and ultimately kicking back in slings where I was giving up my ass to every man who wanted to fuck it. I didn't fail to notice that it always drew a crowd of men, and that definitely added to the thrill.

I think it's a combo of things. I love being pimped out. My ex used to do it and I think there is a bond when you know somebodg.knows what you like. I loved it when there was more than one guy to fuck me and the others watch. Once my ex and this friend took turns dumping loads in me and then with my ass still loaded, thet took me to this guy's house. The guy bred me and the guy's boyfriend me and then they dp'd me while the others watched. They then took me to another guy's house and he dropped three loads in me. That was one of many goods times I had having my hole used. Some guys I never even saw. Once he got on a website and prentended to be me. He didnt tell me until the guy was almost at my place. Turns out this guy and I worked in the same industry and we hit it off ans he gave me a really nice load. Long after we broke up, my ex would still pimp my hole and bring me some amazing dick.

I think it's awesome that married guys not on prep still go to Bathhouse's and let guys there fuck them bare despite the risk of it.

Eleven Slut began to narrate the highlights of the year with Master Daniel. He’d seen me walking away, but he was high as a kite, determined to be a good boy and not show me up, so he sat on the road and tried not to cry, his lead in his mouth. Master Daniel saw this and reacted savagely, knocking the slut to the floor and instructing his two boys to begin to kick him all over his body. The two muscle sluts one and two did this with wild abandon, avoiding his pretty face but hitting almost every other element of his body – chest, arms, guts, dick, balls, even his feet. Never enough to damage him, but enough to make it very clear: he was last. Master Daniel confirmed this. “Slut, you will be known as number three whilst you are under my care. My porn career is successful and whilst porn doesn’t pay that well, I often sell these two sluts out to men desperate to want them or to be them to bolster my income. You will want for nothing, and you will want nothing more than what I give you. From now on, I am the only man that matters, my dick is the only dick you care about and when I command, you obey. You may leave however at any point; your clothes will be kept in the box by the door with a small stipend of cash to get you on your feet if you choose to leave me. Otherwise you will be naked, collared and with your lead on at all times whilst in my apartment, whether I am there or not. I have webcams throughout the apartment; you will be found out if you disobey me and there will be consequences. You are also now forbidden to speak. Bark once if you understand me” “Wruff” “Bark again if you are coming back with me now” “Wruff” And with that, Daniel led the three boys into the car and drove back to his apartment. The next few weeks were an adjustment for the boy. There were no drugs at all and a lot more menial work. His life became something of a routine – get up early in the morning, worship the Master who took one boy to his bed each morning for sex whilst the other two watched on helpless, steroid injections, clean the apartment, gym for three hours, then in the evenings either be a footstool, be tied up, or be used. He was never allowed to cum, but if he squirted when he was fucked, that was his lot. When he was first used by Daniel, he was invited to specify one ‘development goal’ for himself (to go with the many Master Daniel had for him) and of course he couldn’t think of anything because my slut is a lot of things, but bright isn’t one of them. So he said he was disappointed he could only take two dicks and wanted to take two arms as well. From that moment on, Daniel began to train his cunt to take a fist. Every evening the boy would be tied down and have toys, depth trainers, butt plugs and of course, Daniel’s cock and those of Daniel’s friends and fellow porn stars loosening him and preparing him for his first fist. Every night he slept plugged, with larger and larger plugs. About six months of literally endless plugging and hammering at his hole, Daniel announced he was ready for his fist. Number three (my slut) had assumed this meant that he was going to have a nice bump of chems which he was missing like holy hell, a lube shot and a finger opening. Not to be. After nearly six months of plugs, he didn’t have a cunt which could close on its own anymore – the muscle was exhausted – and so Daniel just gave him a very deep and hard fucking, then inserted four fingers, dry. Number three squirmed and squirmed and so one and two were instructed to hold him down. Those boys are big – when you get held, you don’t move. Master Daniel added ‘special lube’ – which turned out to have a slight anaesthetic in it – and began to push for the fifth finger. There was a lot of resistance even now, but he managed it; the whole fist went in. He has a soft streak and he held it there, with number three in the special heaven reserved for the first time you take a fist, before taking Daniel took his dick and pissed in slut’s face, marking the moment as one for Master Daniel, not for slut. From that moment on, either Master Daniel or one of the two boys fisted the slut every single day. Three had to be lubed to take the fist at any moment from waking to sleeping, and one of the other boys often woken him up by unplugging him, re-lubing him, fisting him and kicking the plug back in. The night plugs became bigger and bigger accordingly. Eventually, around twelve months in – mere days before the slut presented itself back to me – Daniel had announced it was time for him to achieve his goal. Again, one and two held him down and Daniel inserted four fingers, and the other fist. In no time at all, number three had taken both of the fists into his butt. He opened his mouth, expecting the piss of the marking that Daniel was prone to doing, but this did not happen. “You have achieved your stated goal number three. What is your next one? You have been silent for one year and so you may briefly speak” “I want to show my Boss, Sir. I think it’s time I returned to him. I miss him” “Then your clothes are by the door slut. You know where I am. Don’t be a stranger, I’ve enjoyed owning you this past year” One and two got up and slut plugged himself – almost a reflex now – and came to show me his new cunt. The cunt he’d made of himself – for me. “So you’ve been sober for a whole year?” “Yes Daddy” “And you’re Master Daniel’s plugged slave now?” “No Sir. I’m yours. Whatever and however you want me, if you still want me” My dick was rock hard now within my boy’s cavernous cunt and even as big as my dick was I couldn’t quite make it reach the edges. I needed to cum in my boy again, I needed to mark him as being mine, I needed to make sure he wasn’t half with Master Daniel in his mind and most importantly, I just needed to. “My slut, open that drawer and get the two points out. After a year away, you must be screaming for a slam” Slut wasted no time grabbing the pins, tourniquet and cleaning pads. He put one beside me, almost reverentially, and held the other in his mouth. He yanked the tourniquet onto his really quite firm arms, wiped off and held out his arm. He stared intently into my eyes and said: “Wruff” For some reason, this turned me on no end. I grabbed his lead and pulled him in towards me, kissed him on the mouth passionately around the sides of the pin. I used my tongue to kiss him and then also to lift the pin over into my own mouth. Slut whimpered at this, excited I think as much as I was for the flight to come. I uncapped, inserted the pin into MY arm and then deliberately slowly, I found the register. I watched my blood for a moment, then withdrew the pin and turned to slut. “Want this?” He was almost wagging at this point, and in a way, we knew it had to be. I needed to mark the boy as mine. My property. My slut. I inserted, found the register, mixed his blood and mine together, and pushed. Slowly, oh so slowly, the fluids moved into my boy. He started to breathe harder and harder, his eyes gained an intense wildness like I’d never seen before; I clicked off the tourniquet, there was a momentary pause, and then a cough. “Oh Sir! Oh, fuck me, fuck me SIR! Daddy I want you, I want you to be proud of me, to own me, to…” …and on and on. I grabbed my pin, tied up and shot off a decent 0.3 and flew. This wasn’t a normal rush though. This wasn’t some one night trick I didn’t know, or a hooker I was performing on. This was my SLUT! The emotion made me angry, horny and dominant in one foul swoop. “Think you can stay away from me for a year and show up smelling of other men, do you cunt?” “I’m sorry Daddy, I love you Daddy, I love your big fucking cock Daddy…” I grabbed his head and shoved him onto the floor, ass up and mounted him. No lube, just shoved as hard as I could, my monster dick vanishing into the cavern that was his now monster cunt. He was screaming with pleasure at this and so I decided to hold him by the throat and screw him until his brain rattled. I was rewarded with: “Thank you Daddy, I’ve missed my Boss’s cock and nasty attitude Daddy” Which just turned me on more. With a roar of defiance, against the whole World I think, I drove my cock in harder and deeper and feeling the pulse beginning, I unloaded my balls into my slut’s new Cunt. But I wasn’t finished. With the cum, I let the boy up to begin cleaning my dick, making sure I was slapping him around the face and head, so that he remembered who was his boss. Not Daniel. Not porn stars. Not Roddie. ME. MINE. I grabbed a bottle of lube off the side, lubed hands and began to push at the newly busted cunt of my slut, grabbing any leaking cum and pushing it back in. It gave too easily, and my hand entered his hole. A new experience for me, I had a nice exploration, making sure I was coating every surface with the lube. I could feel his cunt quivering with anticipation and he was making these lovely little piggy grunting noises which were turning me on no end. “Please Daddy – I need more” I forget, the slut can not only take a fist, he can now take two. So with a bit of aggression coursing through my veins, I begin to pull out the fist in there and punch back into his hole, making him howl with pleasure. For a good ten minutes I punch hard at his hole, making him move, squirt piss, squirt cum, but I don’t let up. When the boy is panting hard, I take my other hand and ball it up. “Both” I begin to push with both hands at his hole and surprised at how loose the cunt now is, I enter wide with both hands. A gentle in and out soon gives way to my need to dominate, and I begin to punch. This is rewarded with the slut pushing his cunt back to meet me, his need to be owned again clearly showing through. I begin to reach for a plug to keep him open but slut asks piteously: “Please Daddy, please – wank off in me. I want to be marked as yours” Well, I am a gentleman of course, so I grinned and said “Beg for it bitch” “Please Sir, Please daddy, I’m sorry I went away, I thought you’d like it, please can I have more of your seed, breed me, breed me daddy, wank off in me daddy, it’s completely vile and I thought you’d like it” “Oh slut. I really do” And with that, I pulled both my fists from the slut, causing him to audibly gasp, then shoved them both back in again, making him grunt. Gasp – Grunt, Gasp – Grunt for a while until the punching started to swell up his lips. Then I punched in my rock hard cock and one fist, and began a gentle, slow wank, making sure I was moving my knuckles up and down his prostate and basically moving him to the gay seventh circle of heaven. We were in a special place now. A rushing slut grasping my butt, my cock, my hand, all as one. I increased the rhythm and the pace and he began to make a series of lovely little pig grunts and so with my free hand I punched him hard in the solid muscle of his chest. He grinned “You like my new body Daddy?” Yes I fucking did, and he knew it, he knew me that well at least. He grinned, and bounced his pecs for me, up and down without touching them which the little bitch knows is a complete turn on for me – and with a roar this made me bust another nut in his hole. I grabbed the plug and dipped it in the lube, and shoved it in. He grimaced a little but took it like the man he now was. My Fucking Slut. The End.

I had been a regular slut for Peter and Michael for a few years now. They used me and my holes whenever they wanted. One of them when the other was busy, both if them together, with friends or random groups. They brought me to bathhouses, clubs, private parties, gangbanged me and trained me. I was becoming more and more obsessed with being their sub. They had this really strong intentions in everything they did. They planned in advanced, collected loads and fun, kept in touch with lots of potential fuckers. They respected my private life, and I was able to continue work, socialising and my old life with no trouble. But more and more - we met. And when we met I pretty much gave up my will to them. They had twisted my mind into a filthy nasty pig, and they knew it. They knew what I now was turned on by and what still wasn't acceptable. But constantly pushing limits and exploring new nasty stuff. Being a regular pig for someone is different from randomly pigging out at parties or bathhouses. You get to intentionally explore, and work on techniques and skills. With Michael and Peter I had learned to easily take DP, and after some good warmup a fist and slow fist punching. They had made me crave cum in all holes. I wanted to get inseminated in my ass with frozen cum, fresh cum, and absolutely loved getting fed warm cum from condoms found on the floor of booths at the bathhouse. I loved taking piss in my ass or mouth. And my growing new favourite was deepthroat. Getting my throat stuffed deep with a hard cock, choking and puking. So this one day, we were playing at their house. It was holiday and I had a full week off, no plans other than having fun. I was flipping back and forth between Peter and Michael. Having Peters cock deep in my ass while gagging on Michael's hard dick. Then aggressively they changed sides, and I would taste my own ass on Peters cock and feeling Michael's slimy dick slide into my cunt. Ass to mouth, and mouth to ass. We were going like this for a long time. Michael was constantly checking his phone, typing and showing it to Peter. But no words, only groans and moaning. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Did you ever smoke?" Peter suddenly asked. And this was the starting point of a whole new era.

Part Three: The Warmth Inside ******************************************* It may have seemed like an eternity but it was only a few seconds of stillness before I felt a pressure inside and realized he was beginning to slowly thrust again. "Oh fuck boy, it's been a long time since I've been in such a warm and willing hole. Give me a sec while I adjust and let my foreskin inside you too." His gyrations were slow and shallow, but I could feel a slight fullness growing inside me as I realized his abundant foreskin was slowly inching back up and over his exposed head. A bit of his shaft followed with each push, and after a minute or so he paused again. "Muuuch better. Fuck boy, you are so wet inside. And my load will eventually make that a flood." I felt myself go limp, not that I had been capable of tensing any muscles since his entrance just moments ago. But he definitely felt me surrender to his grip. My nipples once again being tweaked and lightly pinched as my shaft again grew, having gone flaccid from the pain I had so recently felt. I was hard in no time and I felt my hormones again begin to flow as his well-lubricated death stick began a new mission: burying itself as deep as it could go. I knew it wouldn't take long, with his head now inside, his shaft would have no trouble following and I again closer my eyes tightly as he began to sink into me with one long continuous push. He was nearly there and then I felt him reach my second, more inner ring and begin stretching it just as he had my outermost one. Again, I felt a ripping, tearing pain as his head spread my inner muscle apart further than anything ever had. He gripped me tight, sensing my latest round of discomfort. He all but cooed into my ear, the short hairs of his beard tickling my skin. "It's okay, once more, just a thrust." And a thrust it was. There was no gentle working of this ring. He pushed hard and deep and for the second time (and not the last) I cried out in a scream of pain as he pushed his massive head through in one flick of his hips. With no resistance left his cock kept its momentum and sank completely into me, his groin settling against on my upper ass and his quite hefty ball sack slapped gently up against my lower cheeks; I remember thinking his balls felt as large as his ass-splitting acorn. "I'm all the way in now boy." I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to resume a normal breathing rhythm. He was so deep inside me, I could feel his head pushing against the lower front wall of my abdomen. Things were definitely being rearranged internally, I could feel it. And then, I felt something else: a dull, burning, almost hot pain inside me. He wasn't cumming already was he? Again, he had read my mind. "Fuuuuck, leaking so badly boy. More of my death lube inside you." Precum, just precum? Were his balls also furnaces? The liquid his piss slit was generously oozing onto my ass walls was all but scalding hot inside me! I felt his plug of a head gently rocking deep inside my second ring, and I knew he was making sure the coating was evenly distributed. AIDS. In my hole. What the fuck was I doing? Wait. NOW I was having second thoughts? I thought back just a couple years to when I had been a condom-nazi. Never touched a guy or gal back then without them. Then, while fucking a FTM trans guy, my rubber had broken, and a few weeks later there had been a pregnancy scare. To say I had been a nervous wreck was an understatement, but the feel of my sensitive uncut head touching skin had intrigued me, and while a war had raged inside me about safe sex and long healthy life, I found myself experimenting with raw encounters. At first I only topped one of my regular buds bare; he had admitted it was a fantasy of his and was all to ready to help me experiment when I shared with him my desire. Still, I never took him bare at first. But one day I was just so damn horny that when the rubber broke as he was about to climax, I ignored his warning and slammed myself down on him until his prodigious load filled me inside. I was hooked. As I explored bareback sex, both in bed and online, it was a natural progression to curiosity about poz men, and gradually I began engaging with several undetectable fuck buds. But I had never played with a man so riddled by the virus, so willing to share it, and so potent as to ensure that once would be enough. Until now. The rocking continued and became, once again, a thrusting, gentle at first, and then gradually increasing in speed. Yet, he was still shallow, completely inside my second ring until... I felt the back of his head hit my second ring, moving in the opposite direction from which it had entered. I knew this would hurt, as there was no flare to make it a gradual exit. Instead his head began pulling my inner sphincter along with it as he tried to withdraw. I felt it pull, painfully, and then it ripped open again as his head popped back into my lower chute. Another scream. "That's it, boy, feel me tearing open your inner hole. A few more thrusts in and out and you'll be used it it." And with that, his half withdrawn monster slammed back through my inner barrier. My head fell back as I screamed. Again. And again. And again. This was no longer gentle - he was busting me open, his massive plow probably destroying my ability to ever walk or defecate normally again. Still, little by little the pain decreased to a tolerable amount, although in no way disappearing. Somehow I realized with each withdraw his cock head was now also pulling against my outer ring. He was deep-dicking me hard and rhythmically. "No need to worry boy. I'm not exiting that first ring until my balls have emptied their cargo of demon seed inside you." His fucking continued, us standing there just inside his door. Pounding thrusts created involuntary, guttural grunts from me as he continued to bust my second ass ring wide open with every pass. "I've never shot my seed at this toxicity into anyone before, boy. You will never be able to treat it or fight it. I have created the ultimate weapon and will give it to you now." His rhythm picked up as his thrusting increased in fury. His breathing began to sound labored and I knew the time had come. He was about to impregnate me with his AIDS. A strain so virulent that no treatment for it yet existed. Its noxious brew already sliming my ass walls in his precum, but now a voluminous amount of liquid death was about to enter me and my journey to a wasted state similar to him would begin. I was ready. And so was he. I felt his cock grow incredibly hard inside me as the blood flowed in to create a rock solid weapon capable of unleashing a deadly force inside its victim, a straight shot to the soft tissue that would absorb the poison that would change it forever. "Oh god, boy, I'm going to cum!" And with that he thrust deeply one last, painful time as his steel shaft thrust a rock hard head past my inner sphincter one last time and lodged it there so it could finally accomplish its mission. "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He screamed into my ear and that hot burning sensation I had felt deep in my bowels before, created just by a single strand of precum, was replaced by a flood of scalding liquid as the first wave of his load splashed against innocent, unprotected soft tissue. It was quickly followed by another seven or eight spurts, each gradually decreasing in size until it was just an oozing dribble. As each wave of liquid toxicity entered me I felt his nutsack jump behind me, signalling the rocketing of another wave through those tiny, miniscule tubules that blend semen and sperm and send the mixture on to its destination. Each wave of his load of course stayed right where it was, his ample head plugging my inner hole in a tight seal. He gradually relaxed himself, and his hands slowly moved to my chest, again focusing on my soft and tender pink nipples. "Fuuuck boy, I haven't cum like that in ages. There's just no substitute for an ass like your's. Don't worry, I won't be going soft for a while, there's more seed to unload inside you. I felt your ass clamping down on me and throbbing. How big a load did you shoot?" How big a load did I shoot? DID I shoot? I looked down. Fuck! I had. I could barely see the glistening last strand of cum hanging from my slowly softening penis. I hadn't even felt myself blow. But I could make out several spots of cum on the back of the couch in front of me. Yeah, I had cum, quite impressively even for me. I noticed I felt an ache in my balls, the way you do when a load has been building for a while and is finally released. "Quite a bit it seems." Aside from my screams, they were the first words I had uttered since we began, if you ignored my feeble pleas for him to 'take it out' as he entered. "Mmmm, one of your last negative loads. How about we move up to the bed?" With that we somehow moved to the staircase and waddled our way up, me still in his embrace and with his ever so slightly softened piece still plugging his load deep in my chute. I welcomed the warmth inside me as we entered his bedroom.

3. Another night, another city. All I knew was that it was a different city than the one I had been in the night before. In addition I knew that someone in this city would also get to go to bed with a fresh load of my virus-laden sperm in his hole. I had ventured out from my hotel and found a small Vietnamese restaurant a few blocks away. At only 8:30PM, I was the last one there, finishing my soup, and cruising Adam4Adam. The waiter had been eyeing me as soon as he had brought out my food, probably eager to close out my table and head home. He was only 5'6", with black hair, olive skin, full lips, and barely an ounce of fat on him. I tried to imagine him naked on his back, and wondered if I could even fit my cock inside of him. Finally, he brought my check over. I fished out a twenty, to cover barely a ten dollar bill. Before he wandered away to make change, he carefully looked me over. He was probably wondering how he would be able to swallow all of my shaft. "Getting off soon?" I asked him when he returned. "God, I hope so," he said. He had no trace of an accent; I assumed he was American by birth. "And you? Getting off tonight?" He had a clever response ready at hand, which was always a turn-on. "Of course. Not much else to do in my hotel room." "Hot man like you?" he replied. "I'm sure you can find something fun to do. Or someone." I was enjoying the flirting, but wanted to go for the kill, both figuratively and literally. "Want to be that someone?" I asked. "I'm just around the corner." "I do," he answered. "Give me a few minutes to close out." Even before I could ask his name, he headed away. I wasted some time reading e-mail, texting friends, and seeing if I could line up any other willing victims. As promised, less than five minutes later, he was back. "Lead the way," he said. I got up from the table, and we walked out of the restaurant together. "I'm Johnny," I said. "Bruce," he said. "Where are you staying?" "The one around the corner. Hilton, I think?" Bruce was brushing up against me; I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. It would be better once he was naked. It would be even better when I was inside him - raw. "Yeah, the Hilton." We were silent for a moment, wondering what to say next. "You're a very hot man. Just my type." "Thanks," I said. Getting into his hole was going to be almost too easy. "So muscular and hairy," he continued. "What are you into?" "Making out. Getting naked. I'm mostly a top, when it comes to that." I was glad that he wasn't beating around the bush. I had a job to do that evening. I had to spread the gospel of barebacking, the sacrament of shared seed, and the search for fresh new converts to my tribe. Idle conversation wasn't part of that job. "I'm a bottom," Bruce said. I had guessed that, but it was nice to hear him confirm it. "And I Love getting fucked." I wondered if Bruce was already knocked up. It wouldn't be as nice as a fresh, virgin pozzing, but the critical thing was to get him infected with my strain. "How do you like to get fucked?" I asked, wondered how hard it was going to be to get him to go raw. I had a stash of my special leaky rubbers, but I didn't want to have to dig one out. His ass deserved my cock raw and unsheathed. "On my back, looking into your eyes," he said. We had reached the hotel, and I opened the door for him. Suddenly we were self-conscious of all the people in the lobby, and we were quiet on the short walk to the elevator. Once alone in the elevator, Bruce wrapped his arms around me, and reached up to kiss me. His lips were soft and warm; they needed to be wrapped around my cock. "Nice," I said, between our deep kisses. He was rubbing himself against my leg. He was in heat and needed to get fucked just as badly as I needed to breed an innocent hole. The elevator was fast, and quickly took us to the top floor. "1924," I said, "to the right." I opened the door to the room, and let Bruce walk in first. We both took off our shoes right inside the door. Bruce went further, and unbuttoned his shirt, allowing it drop to the floor, displaying his smooth, skinny torso. Above his waistband there was just a hint of trimmed black hair sticking out . "Why not get naked for me, Bruce," I suggested. His small frame begged for me to take charge. Bruce took off his pants and underwear, standing naked in front of me. His eagerness to submit to me, to all of my demands, only made me want to dominate him more and eventually, to infect him. "Turn around," I ordered. He had a beautiful bubble butt, pert and ready to fuck. I spread his cheeks apart, showing a smooth, hairless crack and a tight little hole. I wondered how I was going to fit my 8" shaft into his body, but the simple mechanics were hardly my concern. I was going to fuck him, even if I had to gag him to keep him from screaming. And if it was rough, it would be much easier for my virus to take root. As I rubbed my finger against his hole, I felt his entire body shiver in pleasure. "You?" Bruce asked. "Can I see you naked?" "Of course," I answered as I pulled off my shirt, exposing my hairy chest, and pulled down my jeans, my cock already straining against my underwear. Bruce's eyes widened as he saw the outline. "Fuck, that's big," he said, adding "I'm not sure if I can take it." "Don't worry, I'll go slow, and I've got plenty of lube and poppers to help you out." "Are you clean?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Tested just a few weeks ago." Totally true. If a boy was stupid enough to ask me if I was clean, I was going to answer truthfully. "Great. I'm not sure if I could take that with a rubber on. Just don't cum in me, okay?" "Nice. I love it raw. So much more intimate. Don't worry. If you want, I'll pull out when I cum." I'd also stick it back in before I was done cumming. If I even told him that I was cumming in the first place. "Want to get in bed?" I invited him. "Fuck yeah," he answered. He jumped on the bed, spreading his legs wide for me. I found some lube and poppers, and put them on the bed table, then I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his legs. Immediately, Bruce wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling himself up against my hard cock. "God, I want that," he said, rubbing his smooth crack against my shaft. "I want it inside me." I wanted my cock inside him as well. I wanted to feel his warm hole wrapped around my poz rod. I wanted to drip my pre-cum into his hole with impunity. I wanted him to take my seed. Once he had me inside his tight, hot hole and once he did a hit of poppers, my wants would become reality. It would be hard for him to refuse me anything. And anything definitely included letting me shoot my load of poz cum inside of him. If I was really lucky, I wouldn't even have to ask. Bruce would go from asking me to pull out to begging me to breed his hole. While I waited for the inevitable penetration, I leaned in and kissed him. "You're a sexy boy," I said, forcing my tongue into his open and willing mouth. "It's been so long since I've fucked a hot boy like you." It was another lie, but not as deadly as my other lies to Bruce. I had found some vegan hipster the previous night. He might have claimed to be vegan, but his hungry hole gobbled up my meat and he took every drop of my magical cream. It had been almost 24 hours since I had cum, and my balls were filling back up with sperm and with my deadly virus. "Thanks," he said. He ran a hand over my hairy chest. "So hot, your fur." He rubbed his face against my beard. "And your beard. I wish I could grow one as thick as yours." I reached down and ran my hand between his legs, ignoring his small cock and going directly for his hole. "Damn, that feels good." "I want to be in there," I said. I grabbed the lube and dribbled a bit on my fingers, and found I was able to slide one finger into his hole easily. After giving him a chance to get used to it, I let another finger enter him. "You've got a hungry hole," I remarked. "When were you last fucked?" "Sunday," he replied. Four days earlier. I wasn't going to ask what happened, figuring it was his choice to volunteer the information, still, I wondered if he went raw on Sunday as well. "A guy I met online." Ah - he was going to tell me the whole story. "He wanted to fuck me raw, but I made him wear a condom." "How did it feel?" I asked. "Enjoy it? Even with the rubber?" "It could have been better. He wasn't as sexy as you", reaching down and grabbing my hard cock. "Or as big as you. And..." he trailed off. I stuck a third finger in his hole, waiting for him to continue. "And?" "I shouldn't have made him wear a rubber." I was slowly finger-fucking him, getting him ready for penetration. I was making sure he was not just needing, but hungry for a hard fucking. "I could tell he wanted to go bareback." "You bareback a lot?" I asked. "Not too much. I have to know the guy is clean." He forced his fingers a little deeper into his hole. "But it feels so good." "Yeah, it's hard to find someone you know is safe. I'm glad we met, and can fuck like men are supposed to." I was being shameless. It had only been a week since I had gotten my diagnosis. Ever since then, all I could think about was spreading my disease far and wide. Bruce would be a perfect early victim: innocent, beautiful, and far too trusting. I wanted to release him from his fear that kept him from doing what he wanted, the fear that kept him from taking every load that was on offer. Plus those loads he would have to beg for. "I want to be inside of you. Feel my skin against your skin." Bruce grabbed the poppers off the bed table and did a hit. "Fuck me? Please?" he asked as he put the bottle down. I poured some lube on my cock, and lined myself up with his hole. The poppers hit him right as my cockhead pressed into him. I hardly had to do anything else as his hungry hole swallowed up my bare shaft. He levered himself onto my dick, taking every inch of it into his body. "Oh damn!" he called out, feeling me fill him up. "You're fucking huge!" "Just relax," I said, wrapping my arms around his thin torso and held him close to me. "Give yourself a chance to get used to it." I thrust my cock in and out of him a few millimeters, just enough for me to get a bit of friction on my dickhead. It got my pre-cum flowing, leaking my deadly fluid directly into his body. "Do another hit of poppers." I wanted him to feel safe and free, to not worry about my raw cock in his hole, and most of all, to want my toxic seed deep in his body. Bruce obliged me, holding the brown bottle under his nose and inhaling deeply. I waited for him as he screwed on the lid then started a hard stroke in and out of his hole. He was definitely tight, but there was enough lube to make each piston-like stroke smooth and silky. My constant dribble of precum was also helping to smooth out our fuck. "You ever get bred?" I asked. I wanted him to try to answer me while he was flying high, knowing only then would the truth come out. "Yeah," he answered, barely able to put a sentence together, much less lie convincingly. "Feels so good for a guy to sperm in my hole." I leaned in and kissed him, making sure he stayed aroused and horny. I broke off the kiss just long enough to ask one more question. "You want me to cum in you?" I continued to make out with him while I pounded his hole, keeping him from answering immediately. I knew it would be hard for him to refuse my request. Once a guy found out how good it felt to have a load bred into him, it was impossible for him to turn down another chance. Often, he'd spend the rest of his life looking for more sperm. "You're sure you're clean?" he again asked. "Yeah. Just got tested a few weeks ago. And I haven't bottomed in ages." It was becoming almost too easy to knock Bruce up. I wondered if he wasn't already infected and in denial about it. "Good. I only let neg guys bareback me. And breed me," he said. He had convinced himself that he was "safe." Did he know the ways men would lie to go raw? Or that the virus gave the infected ones a single, overriding imperative to our lives: to spread our deadly seed as far and as wide as possible. He did another hit of poppers, trying to re-assure himself of the wisdom of all of his decisions. "Cum in me?" he asked, right as the poppers hit. "Please?" "Of course," I said. "I wanted to breed you from the moment I saw you in the restaurant." "And as soon as I saw you, I wanted you in me," he replied. "Fucking love that hairy chest of yours", rubbing his face up against my chest, feeling my fur against his smooth face. "And your fat, hard cock in my hole." I stuck my tongue back in his mouth, keeping him quiet. My cock knew what it wanted, which was to drip some toxic pre-cum into his hole, then inject him full of the real thing. I didn't want any small talk to distract from the job that had to be done. My balls were churning, ready to drain their deadly load into his tight, perfect ass. "Fuck," I said. "I'm getting close." "Cum any time you want," Bruce said, "as long as it's in me." I continued pounding his hole and I explored how deep I could get into him. The further inside of him I got, the more delicate his hole would be. Deep in his ass, it would be easy for my virus to penetrate his few remaining defenses and take root. "Fuck," he yelped, "maybe not so deep?" That plea for mercy was just as hot as hearing him beg for my load. I backed off for a moment, and grabbed the poppers from him. I did a long hit, then held the bottle under his nose. "Ready?" I asked. "I'm going to cum in you." He just nodded, the poppers keeping him from forming a coherent thought. I slammed my cock back into his hole. He winced, and tried to hold me back, but I was no match for his small frame. My dickhead stayed where it belonged: deep inside of him and dripping pre-cum. "I'm going to shoot," I said, as my cock hardened and pulsed. The cum exploded out of my dick, filling his hole deep. As best I could, I kept my shaft inside of Bruce's slim frame despite my hips bucking and thrusting and the boy writing in both ecstasy and agony. "Take my load," I groaned. I didn't have to worry; Bruce was flying on the poppers and the joy of getting bred. He no longer cared how deep inside I was. He was moaning and pressing his ass against my balls. "Hungry boy, aren't you?" I asked. I kissed him, holding his warm body next to mine. My orgasm was fading and the last few spurts were dribbling into his hole. "I'm so glad you let me in you raw," I said, as I caught my breath. "It's been a while since I've found a guy who was into bareback." "Yeah," he said. "It felt amazing, feeling your cock shoot in me. So warm, so intimate, so clean." He kissed me, then continued. "It's hard to find guys who aren't sick." "I know how that goes," I said. I was trying hard not to laugh; he had convinced himself that it was all okay. He had no idea he was incubating a load of fresh poz cum in his hole. It would change him forever. "You going to keep that load in you tonight?" "Of course," Bruce answered. My cock was starting to soften, and I carefully pulled out from the boy's hole. Bruce made sure not a single drop leaked out, commenting "I sleep better with a load in my hole." "I sleep better with my load in someone else's hole," I said. I got off the bed, and went into the bathroom. I came back with a warm washcloth and wiped off a bit of lube from Bruce's torso. "How long are you here for?" he asked. "Leave tomorrow evening, unfortunately," I said. "I wish I were here longer; I'd like to breed you again." "Me too. Coming back?" "Not sure," I said. He was starting to put on his clothes, and pulled out his wallet. He extracted a slim business card and handed it to me. On the front was a picture of him, naked, his legs spread, presenting his hole primed for penetration. On the back was his name and number. Taking his card, I complemented him saying "I hope I'm back soon. I want to get back inside you." "Me too," he replied as he finished dressing. I showed him out the door, putting I put his slutty little card in my appointment book, a reminder to text him in a week or two. I'd let him know that I had 'just' tested positive.

2. Johnny I was in another generic city somewhere in the Midwest. It could have been Cleveland, St. Louis or Indianapolis. It didn't matter; after a while, they all blended together. Most of the time I wouldn't ever get more than five miles from the airport. The hotels looked the same, the food tasted the same, and the strip malls all looked the same. I was here for three days: it was some sort of client meeting. But all I cared about was a fresh location for my real job: spreading my virus. There were uncountable untouched men here, ready to offer up their innocent holes, ready to recieve the gospel of my cock, ready to be fertilized by me, ready to be one more chapter in the story of Johnny Deathseed. "Anything else I can get for you, Sir?" the bellboy asked. His question jolted me back to reality. I had gone on autopilot even before the taxi has picked me up at home earlier in the day. Only now did I realize that I had finally reached my destination. I took a good look at the bellboy. He was young, maybe 22, brown hair and brown eyes. He had that youthful glow of a corn-fed midwestern boy. "A beer and a blowjob?" I asked. He smiled at my comment, and I decided that I was going to fuck him. I knew he was a bottom. He would soon be squirming with that cock-hardening combination of pleasure and pain as I slammed into his hole. "What's your taste in beer?" he asked, barely knocked off balance by my answer. "And, I suppose, in blow jobs?" "For the beer, right now, all I care about is that it is cold and a beer," I answered. "And for a blow job, I just like to kick back, and let the guy gag on my cock before swallowing my load. I'm a simple man. It's easy to make me happy." "Well, give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do to make you happy," he said, smiling. Any doubt I had had about getting into his hole disappeared. He'd go to bed with a load of my pozcum marinating in his ass. But, before I could say anything else, he had left the room, leaving me alone. If he was at all serious, it was time for me to get ready for his return. I opened my bag, and pulled out the travel size bottle of lube, some poppers, and a condom or two. I stripped down to my underwear, and went into the bathroom. As hoped, the hotel had thoughtfully provided a sewing kit. I don't think they had planned for it to be used the way I was going to use it. I extracted the needle and carefully pushed it through the condom wrappers a few times. Three tiny holes that would be unnoticeable in the heat of the moment, but they would be more than enough to let my jizz drain out of the protective sheath, into an unsuspecting boy's hole. Of course, it would be better bareback, but I wanted to make sure that no matter what, my special seed wouldn't go to waste. I hopped into the shower, quickly rinsing off the grime of the day's travel. I wad barely dried off when I heard the knock on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and went to the door. Through the peephole, there was the bellboy holding a bottle of beer in his hand. I opened the door, and let him in. "That was fast," I said. "Didn't want you to take matters into your own hand and jerk out that load," he replied. I closed the door behind him. "I'm Tyler," he said. "You can call me Johnny," I said. Even though I knew he could probably figure out my real name, I wanted him to remember me as the legendary one who changed so many men's lives. And his life. "Nice to meet you, Johnny," he said. He twisted the cap off the beer and handed it to me. "Here's your beer," he said. I took a swig from it. The cold beer was just what I needed. "And the blowjob?" I asked. I let the towel fall from my waist. I was standing naked, just a smile, a bottle of beer, and the start of a glorious erection. My cock hung down, the blood had started to flow. A warm mouth teasing it would quickly get it totally hard. "Right here?" he asked. "Or you want to get on the bed?" "Let's do this on the bed," I replied. I leaned against the pillows, my legs spread just for Tyler to crawl between. Tyler pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and quickly ditched his pants. He was in just his underwear, the skimpy blue shorts barely hiding his hard cock. He turned around, giving me a peek at his ass. It was firm and pert. I wanted to grab it immediately, I wanted to spread those cheeks, lick his hole, then slide my poz cock into it and fill him with my seed. I knew I had to pace myself. There would be plenty of time for us to work our way up to that. First, I wanted him to get comfortable with my cock, and to feel safe around it. He climbed onto the bed, and got down between my legs. My cock was right in his face. "You're clean, aren't you?" he asked me. "Yeah, I am. Tested regularly," I said. Already, I was learning the little lies and omissions that would get me what I wanted. This one had the advantage of being completely true: I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was clean. And I had started to get tested regularly, just to see how much of my immune system the HIV had destroyed. My answer reassured him that this was safe, because he took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. It had been a day or two since my last blow job, and I missed the subtle pleasure of another man submitting before me and licking my shaft. Although he was young, this clearly was not Tyler's first time sucking cock. He worked his way down my stick, taking all of it into his mouth and letting me penetrate into his throat. "Tastes good," he said, licking up a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I smiled at him, happy that he was so eager to swallow my bodily fluids. I wondered if he would be so enthusiastic if he knew each drop contained thousands of virii, each one eager to change his life forever. But for now, my status was my secret. "Feels damn good," I said. I pressed his head back down on my cock, watching the length of it disappear into his mouth. "Don't stop." He didn't. He bobbed up and down on my tool, getting it hard, wet and slippery. His mouth felt good, but I knew that his ass would feel even better. "You ever fuck?" Tyler asked me, reading my mind. "Fuck yeah," I said. I pulled him off my cock, and spun him around. Before he could say a word, I buried my face in his crack, licking his smooth, clean hole. He pressed his ass against me, trying to get more of my my tongue into his hole. "Damn, that feels good," he said. He was moaning in pleasure and he continued to lap at my cockhead. "I want you in me," he said. "I want you to fuck me so badly." I teased his hole a bit longer, getting it wet, slick and ready to accept my cock. "You have a condom?" he asked me. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to experience his hole the way nature intended, but at least I was prepared for rubberized fucking. I grabbed the condom and lube, then rolled him over on to his back. Some lube went on his hole, and he fingered himself while I prepared on the special condom. First, I put a bit of lube on my shaft. I carefully unwrapped the rubber. I ran my fingers over the small pricks from the needle, knowing there was no way for Tyler to see them or for him to know how little protection the condom really provided. I unrolled the useless piece of rubber over my hard cock. It was an elaborate piece of theater, all just for show, all so I could breed his hole. When I came, the rubber would leak and let my seed drip into the boy's hole. Once sheathed, I poured more lube on my shaft and handed the poppers to Tyler. As he did a hit, I put his legs on my shoulders, and lined up my cock with his hole. "Please?" he asked me. "I'm ready." I pressed in, and felt his warm hole swallow up my cock. I wondered if this wasn't the first time he had been fucked today; he took all of my eight inches easily and barely needed any time to get used to my presence. "First time?" I asked. "Today, I mean." He smiled sheepishly. "No. My boyfriend fucked me on my break. His load is still be up there." I was glad that he wasn't a total condom nazi. He would be able to share my gift to him with the boyfriend. "Hot," I said. "I love a well-fucked hole." I started to thrust in and out, working the boyfriend's load into his hole. "You bareback with him?" "Yeah," he said. "We got tested a few months ago, and since then, we always go raw." "Nice," I said. "But you have to be careful, you know." Especially, I thought, with strangers with an agenda. "I know. Other than the boyfriend, I always use condoms." I knew he was lying. All men had moments of weakness. He already knew how good bareback sex felt. The more he let his boyfriend fuck him raw, the more he would crave the intimacy and sharing that came from unprotected intercourse and from sharing fluids. "Always?" I asked, pressing him on his obvious lie. I knew there had to have been at least one guy that he would have done anything for. It would be a brief moment of weakness that would undo all his and his boyfriend's careful precautions. "Yeah, although, it's not always easy," Tyler said. "Sometimes. When my boyfriend is away, you know, it's really hard to be good." "I know. But it's good you do it." I was already dripping my virus-laden pre-cum into his hole. I didn't need to press the point any further. He had already lost the battle. "God, this feels so good," I said. "I needed this so badly." "How long are you here for?" he asked. "You can fuck me any time you want." "Just a few nights," I said. It was a short trip, and soon I would be in another city. I would be seeking out another boy to annoint with my dirty, toxic, holy cum. "Getting so fucking close." "Yeah, pound it into me," Tyler said. He did another hit of poppers, then offered the bottle to me. "And don't pull out." I took the poppers from him and inhaled deeply. I was getting close and I knew the hit would push me over the edge. "Don't worry. I love your hole." I started to slam my cock into his hole. The friction from the condom would only tear up his hole and make Tyler more receptive to my dirty spooge. "You ready?" I asked. Tyler had been stroking his cock hard and he was just as close as I was. "Fuck yeah, nail me," he said. "I'm right on the edge." I stopped trying to hold back, and forced my cock deep into him. I held it there, and felt that mind-blowing first spurt of an orgasm. Deep in Tyler's body, the condom was swelling like a balloon and filling up with poz cum. Slowly though, the deadly fluid would leak out. The condom had failed at its one job, and left the young man vulnerable to a virus he couldn't hope to fight off. "Ohh, I'm cumming," he moaned as I thrust into his hole more. "I'm filling you up," I gasped. It was more true than Tyler could know, as more spurts of jizz shot into the boy's defenseless body. His cock was throbbing as well, shooting volley after volley of thick white cream over his smooth stomach. I hardly cared about his load; all I was thinking about was how my virus had found a fresh victim. I wondered how long it would fester in his body before he would think to get tested. Would he know it was me, or if by then he would have a long list of possible poz fathers. I hoped he would always be unsure of who fired the kill shot, the knowledge he was a poz slut forever festering in his brain. The fantasy gave me a few more spurts of cum, filling the condom and then his ass. "Fuck, that was good," Tyler said, gasping for breath. His stomach was covered with his sticky load. I slowly pulled out, making sure most of my biohazardous waste ended up in Tyler's hole. I checked that there were still a few drops in the condom, just for appearances. Luckily, even if some sperm dripped out later, he couldn't ever tell if was from me or his boyfriend. "Yeah, I needed that too." I pulled off the condom. The outside was covered in my sperm, and I knew Tyler's ass had to be even worse. Before he noticed anything, I went into the bathroom. I threw away the rubber, and came back with a washcloth. I wiped off the cum from Tyler's torso. Cleaned up, Tyler got off the bed. He quickly got dressed. "Thanks man," he said. "Gotta get back to work though."

As the beat-up pickup truck rumbled down the dirt path leading to the secluded farm in rural Pennsylvania, Jake felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The two truckers who had picked him up at the grimy truck stop had already given him a taste of their rough, dominant ways, and he knew the night ahead would be one of the wildest he had ever experienced. He had been craving this kind of depraved attention for a while now, his youthful rebellion and desire to push boundaries driving him to seek out these types of encounters. Ah, Jake, the 24-year-old hairless twink with an insatiable appetite for the seed of muscular, hairy older men. His journey to the rural farm in Pennsylvania with these raunchy truckers was a culmination of his deepest, darkest desires. These men, with their rough, unshaven exteriors and depraved appetites, were the embodiment of his sexual fantasies. They had met under the neon lights of the truck stop urinals, where the scent of diesel mingled with the musk of sweaty men and the promise of filthy encounters. The farm was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of New York City that he was used to. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated barn that loomed in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of manure and sweat, a potent mix that sent a shiver down his spine. The two truckers, their faces obscured by the darkness, cackled with glee as they led him into the barn, the door creaking on its rusted hinges. Inside, Jake's eyes had to adjust to the dim, flickering light of the barn's single bulb. When he could finally see, he was greeted by the sight of five other men, all of them older, burly, and smelling of a combination of diesel, sweat, and raw, unbridled lust. These were the other pigs he had been told about, and they all had the same gleam in their eyes as they sized him up. The seven men were a motley crew of depraved, hairy brutes. Each one had a thick beard and was covered in fur and tattoos from head to toe, their muscles bulging from years of hard labor and a lifestyle devoid of self-care. They were all grinning, showing off yellowed, crooked teeth, as they licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come. The invitation to the farm was a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. The seven men had prepared themselves meticulously for the night of unbridled debauchery that awaited him. Their ritual was a testament to their shared perversion. They had ceased showering for days before Jake's arrival, allowing their natural scents to intensify, a pungent bouquet of male pheromones that would drive the young twink wild. Their uncut cocks grew thick with anticipation, the foreskin shrinking back to reveal swollen heads, ripe and filled, ready to claim the fertile ground that was Jake's pink little cunt. The truckers had also indulged in a meth-filled pregame, their veins buzzing with the drug's potent energy. Their eyes were wide with excitement, their bodies charged and ready to perform the most primal of acts. The farmhouse, a secluded sanctum of vice, was their playground, and Jake was the newest toy to be broken in. As the night began, the men were already high on their own fumes, the room thick with the smell of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of diesel from their clothes. They had already drank a bit of their own piss to keep their throats wet, knowing that they’d have plenty more for Jake throughout the night. They were a cesspool of infection, each one harboring a unique strain of HIV that they were eager to share with Jake. They had spent their lives fucking raw, allowing their disease to thrive and multiply, eager to pass it on to the willing receptacle that was the young twink now standing before them. The biggest, nastiest pig of them all stepped forward, introducing himself as Boss. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a stomach that hung over his belt and a cock that looked more like a baseball bat than a man's member. His breath was hot and rancid, a testament to his lack of hygiene, and his hands were like bear paws, covered in thick, coarse hair. "Welcome to the farm, little piggy," Boss growled, slapping Jake on the ass. "You're gonna get a taste of the good life tonight. We're gonna make you one of us, a real toxic fucker." Jake's knees went weak with a mix of fear and arousal. He had always fantasized about becoming a slut for these types of men, and now it was happening. They had promised him a night of unbridled sexual debauchery, and he was ready to submit to their every whim. The night began with a round of meth, the seven men passing around a pipe as Jake eagerly took his hits. One of them had picked up some truly amazing supplies during one of his recent hauls to Mexico, and all the men were buzzing. Two of the guys started prepping the slams, getting a bit of their blood mixed in before double slamming Jake. As it hit, Jake’s heart raced faster, his pupils dilated, and his skin grew hot as the drug flooded his system. The room spun and his body grew more and more sensitive to every touch. The pigs wasted no time. They stripped him naked, revealing his smooth, hairless body and his plump, inviting ass. Jake's small cock stayed motionless, but his cunt was aching to be filled. The men’s eyes feasting on his youthful form. They were like animals in heat, their grunts and leers making it clear what they planned to do with him. The first to claim him was a trucker named Tom. He was a burly, bearded man with a cock that was almost as thick as Jake's wrist. Sweat was running through his body hair as he stripped down to only his filthy boots. He leaned over jake, sweat and hair falling on his body, trembling with excitement. Tom stared at him, then spit a loogie directly on Jake’s sweet face before slamming his enormous cock deep inside. He didn't bother with lubricant, just spit on his hand and shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole without any preamble. Jake cried out as he was split open, the pain mixing with pleasure as he was filled beyond capacity. As Tom pounded into him, the other men stripped down and moved closer. They were all animals staring at their prey. He was a living, breathing fucktoy for them to use, and he loved every second of it. They were all warned… no rules for the night and Jake never says no. Boss was next, his massive cock with a huge prince albert piercing was hanging there as he walked up and slapped it against Jake’s face. Jake could smell the stench and it made him want it more. Boss got behind him and pushed right in, stretching Jake's ass to the breaking point. He fucked him with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his meaty hands leaving bruises on Jake's hips as he pulled him closer with every thrust. Jake's cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, the taste of piss and sweat from the man's crotch only adding to the intensity of the moment. Ruben was the next to come over to Jake’s pretty face, seeing it choke on one of the other cocks. He started laughing as he told Jake, “Hope you like them nasty, because this cock will hit you hard!” he yanked at Jakes face pulling his mouth to his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Jake sucked on it deep and immediately knew what the man meant. He hadn’t showered in over a week and Jake could taste all of it. The sweat, the piss. His tongue dove under Ruben’s thick foreskin to find a layer of thick smegma. “Fuck yeah. You like my cheese pig?” he snarled. Jake was in heaven. The night grew increasingly raunchy as the pigs indulged in their kinks. The sweat and spit and ripe bodies of the men left the most intoxicating, nasty smell in the barn. There was fisting, as several men’s thick, hairy massive hands plunged deep into Jake's ass until his insides felt like they would tear apart. A few making it elbow deep; two of the pigs had both their hands in there. And then Ruben managed to get his nasty, hairy size 13 foot deep inside Jake’s aching pussy. During a brief break while they smoked a bit more and Jake sucked on their nasty, hairy balls, a few of the guys knew exactly what needed to happen. Jake was laying there, sucking on the thick, sweaty hair around one of the men’s thick guiche piercings, when four of the men started to let their dark, rancid piss cover his smooth body. Jake begged for some down his throat as Boss and another man happily obliged, feeding him their bitter chem piss. Jake taking ever drop as they made sure to cover his face too. As they started to gear up for their next round of toxic loads, a few of the guys had jake lick clean their ripe pits. Jake loved the smell and taste of a man, but he had never had anything this ripe before. He had gone through about four men’s pits, when the biggest, nastiest pig of the group walked up to him. Everyone called him Bull because of his huge, thick septum piercing and the fact that his balls were the size of golf balls. Jake was lucky enough to have met Bull a few times before. He was the ultimate prize. 6’6” tall, built like an ox, and covered in thick hair. His beard always smelled of piss and ass, and his thick 12” uncut cock had a massive Prince Albert piercing that would tear you up. Jake had first met him at his favorite truck stop two years’ prior when Bull made him suck clean his cheesy uncut cock before pissing down his throat. Bull had even taken Jake on a long weekend trip in his 18-wheeler where they partied and fucked from state to state. Jake wore only his jockstrap for four days, while Bull would rape him from town to town, on the side of busy highways a few of the times. They didn’t shower the entire time and when Bull finally dropped him off, holes gaped and exhausted, he had Jake piss down his hairy legs into his socks and nasty work boots before setting off. Bull walked up with a grin on his face. His cock still shining covered in Jake’s insides. Bull leaned over, sweat dripping onto Jake’s face. “I still smell your sweet boy piss in my boots as I drive cross country boy.” Bull spitting directly onto Jake’s opened mouth. "I still jack off into the socks you left soggy thinking about wrecking your pretty little holes, but thankfully I get word that your holes are frequently available to my buddies on the road.” He walked back between Jake’s quivering legs, shoving a shard of meth deep inside his hole before leaning over him, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against Jake’s piss covered jockstrap. “This next round you’re going to be screaming, so I brought one of those cum and piss filled socks to help you.” Shoving one of his nasty socks deep into Jake’s mouth. And with that, he slammed his monstrous cock deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake’s screams muffled by the nasty sock as he was fucked mercilessly by Bull. The cum, spit, and piss had mixed together around his hole. The floor covered in piss as Jake’s body smelled of their sweat, spit and more. The pigs took turns fucking him in every possible way. Jake's body was a canvas for their depravity, and he was living out every twisted fantasy he had ever had. The pain was intense, but Jake found himself begging for more. He craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their toxic seed. The thought of becoming HIV positive was a thrill, a [banned word] that only made him want it more. And these pigs made sure to deliver. The raunchiest kinks came out as the night grew later. They tied him up with ropes and took turns pounding his ass, each man trying to outdo the last in terms of brutality and filth. They used him like a ragdoll, tossing him from one to the other, his body a plaything for their twisted games. Each kept pissing on him, making sure he never got a chance to dry. Their chem piss getting stronger and stronger. They gave him more fists, more feet. A few of them even grabbed barnyard tools and shoved them deep inside the boy begging for more. By the time dawn broke, Jake was a mess. His cunt swollen and prolapsed. His body was covered in cum, piss, and even shit that a few of the guys gave to him, his ass was sore and raw, and his throat was sore from swallowing so much cum. But he was smiling, his eyes glazed over from the drugs and the endless stream of orgasms that had flooded through him. Jake made sure to suck clean every one of their dicks before it was done. Getting to taste every flavor of sweat, piss, cheese and more. Bull had lifted Jake up and got his face and beard deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Licking and growling, inhaling ever scent and flavor he could. He flipped Jake around and spit some of the cum and piss directly into his open mouth. Jake wanted more. He started licking and sucking on Bull’s hairy face. Bull smiled, told Jake to open wide, then shot a massive snot rocket into Jake’s smiling face, eating it up and saying thank you. Jake managed to take it all. His moans of pain and pleasure a symphony of submission. He was in heaven, his body a temple to their toxic masculinity. As the men exhausted themselves, Jake lay there, a mess of cum and sweat, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Their plan had worked. They had broken him in, made him one of their own. He was now a member of their twisted, toxic brotherhood, a walking testament to their power and control. The farm was a place where his no limits bottom nature could truly run wild, and he reveled in it, eager for the next round of filthy, diseased men to come and use him. The farmhouse was now dimly lit, the early morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, casting a sickly glow on the depraved scene before it. The stench of sweat, cum, and desperation hung heavy in the air as Jake, the hairless twink, lay on the makeshift mattress of old sacks and dirty blankets, his body a canvas of bruises and semen from the marathon of debauchery that had unfolded during the night. The seven men who had already used him, their bodies smeared with the evidence of their conquest, had moved aside, leaving him momentarily alone with his thoughts. Jake felt the weight of his two trucker friends' hands on his arms, lifting him into a sitting position. His eyes, glazed over from the mix of pleasure and pain, widened as he felt the sting of needles. He looked down to see two new slams hitting his arms. He looked up at the truckers in a mix of panic and excitement. “You’re one of the most disgusting holes we’ve ever used. Do you really think we’d be done with you already?”, the trucker added before stepping to the side. Jake’s vision blurred from the rush and excitement, when he saw five more men approaching him. These were not the same as the ones from the night before; they were the nastiest kind of pigs he could have ever imagined. Their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. He knew what they wanted, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. Each a giant and somehow nastier than Jake had ever seen before. One was a hairy pig, who was covered in sweat in mis early to mid-60s. The next was this muscular late 40s Latin man who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings—a few of which were clearly gang related. The next was a middle-aged Brazilian man, who was the hairiest man Jake had ever seen and clearly hadn’t showered in some time. The next was a muscle daddy in his 50s who had the most sadistic, evil look in eyes. And finally was a black man who had an absolutely giant over 14 inch uncut cock hanging between his legs. The 60-year-old pig, a creature of depraved delight, walked over to the exhausted yet eager Jake, who lay sprawled on a mattress soiled by the previous night's debauchery. His eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, the old man grabbed Jake's chin, forcing him to look up at his towering, hairy frame. "You think you're ready for round two, you little faggot?" he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. Jake, ever the eager twink, nodded fervently, his pupils dilating with anticipation. The old pig took this as his cue, pulling on Jake’s sopping jockstrap and grabbing his small, uncut cock with a grip that was both painful and thrilling. He twisted and squeezed, his other hand playing with Jake's swollen balls, which had been abused the night before. Jake's whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as the old man began to play a twisted game of tug-of-war with his genitals, pushing him to new heights of pain and arousal. The 48-year-old Brazilian behemoth watched on, his thick, furry chest heaving with excitement. He stepped closer, his own monstrous cock swinging free, and whispered into Jake's ear, "You're gonna love what I do to you, boy." He then crouched down over Jake, his hairy, ripe ass pushing into Jake’s face, begging to be eaten. Jake dove in, using his tongue to lick the hair, sweat, and rank ass cheeks. After all Jake was put through last night, a nasty, dirty ass wasn’t going to push him over the edge. The black man, who went by the name 'Horse' for obvious reasons, walked up and chuckled darkly, stroking his massive member. "Look at this greedy little slut," he murmured, watching Jake's body quiver under the Brazilian's attentions as he was suffocating through the weight and hair. "You're gonna take every inch of this, aren't you, boy?" And with that he shoved all 14 inches deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake screamed, but the Brazilian’s ass kept him busy. Horse pounded harder and harder. Taking breaks every so often to slide his hands deeper and deeper. The muscle daddy stepped up as the Brazilian got up, giving Jake a moment to breathe. The daddy’s insanely cheesy uncut cock bobbing in the air, the scent of unwashed sweat and cum thick around him. He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. "You’ve never tasted a real man like me before. Open up, bitch," he growled, sliding his cock down Jake's throat, not caring if the young twink choked on his thick, meaty length. Jake's eyes watered, his throat stretched to the limit, but he took it all, his body trembling with excitement as the muscle daddy face-fucked him with a brutal efficiency. The daddy’s cock was so incredibly ripe. His balls hitting Jake’s head, smelling like they had never been washed before. And finally, through the brutal face fucking, the daddy’s insanely thick foreskin opened up and Jake could taste the most bitter, insane cheese he had ever had. The daddy just kept thrusting until Jake started filling his mouth filling with piss. The daddy had started to piss a dark, chem piss deep into his mouth, splashing everywhere. Then, without warning, the Brazilian had flipped Jake onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and plunged his tongue into the young man's hole. Jake's sphincter tightened around the intrusion, but the Brazilian was relentless, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he feasted on Jake's ass like a starving animal. He was in there deep as Jake then felt Horse’s massive feet shoved deep into his mouth. Horse wanted them sucked, ripe and sweaty. Jake happily obliged. After the Brazilian was done eating him out, the tattooed convict took his turn next, his thick, hairy thighs parting to reveal his engorged cock. "You're going to be my personal toilet today, slut," he grunted, pushing Jake's face down further into the mattress with his foot as Horse’s foot was still in his mouth. Jake’s hole, swollen and leaking, was high in the air. Jake felt the man's hot breath on his hole before the first stream of piss hit him, the warmth spreading across his cheeks. It started running down his back and onto his face. Soaking into the disgusting mattress with all the other piss and fluids from the night before. The five men continued to take turns, using Jake's body like a plaything, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Even some of the pigs from the night before joined back in. Bull had walked over and pissed onto Jake’s face again. Grabbing the boy’s disgusting jockstrap, giving it a few deep sniffs, before pissing on it and shoving it into Jake’s face. Horse’s feet had been replaced by the convict’s smelly feet, where Jake was busy digging his tongue between every toe. Though now not able to see through his makeshift blindfold. The old pig's sadistic CBT sessions had Jake's cock and balls swollen and bruised, the Brazilian's tongue and beard leaving a trail of saliva and hair down his back, the muscle daddy's cheesy cock still leaving a strong taste in the boy’s mouth despite the piss and feet to help wash it down. Horse waited patiently to slam into the boy’s gaped cunt again, stroking his monstrous cock, watching the twink's ass stretch and contract with each new assault. Finally, it was his turn to wrap things up. He stepped up, his dick pointing to the heavens, and without preamble, slammed into Jake's sore, abused hole. The twink screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as the black man claimed him, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jake's body was a canvas of sweat, spit, and cum, but he didn't care; he was living out his darkest fantasy, surrounded by the very men who could give it to him. The men used him in every conceivable way, pushing his boundaries until they were nothing but a distant memory. They fucked him, choked him, spit on him, and pissed on him, each one leaving their mark on his willing body. The room was a blur of hair, sweat, and musk, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet noises of ravenous sex filling the air. As the marathon session continued, Jake's body began to ache, but his desire never waned. He craved the feeling of being used, the power of their dominance over his willing flesh. He knew he was getting closer to his goal of becoming a toxic hole. His twisted badge of honor and a symbol of his ultimate surrender to the darker side of his sexuality. The night and day passed in a whirlwind of debauchery, each man taking Jake to new heights of pleasure and pain, his small frame bouncing and writhing under their weight. As the morning ended, they all gathered around him, their cocks hard and ready for one final act of depravity. The muscle daddy held him down, his cheesy cock and sweaty balls still buried in Jake's throat and his sweat dripping onto Jake’s exhausted body, as the other eleven men took turns filling his ass with their hot, sticky loads. Jake felt the warmth of their cum flood into him, mixing with the pain and the pleasure, until he was nothing but a vessel for their lust. And as they finished, their sweat mingling with his, he knew he had found his place in this world of unbridled sexual chaos, a place where he was truly alive, truly free. As the last of the men zipped up their pants and left the farm, Jake lay there, a pool of cum around him, his body sore but his soul soaring. He had been used harder than ever before, and he had never felt more alive. He knew he would be back, eager for more, always searching for that next, deeper, darker, dirtier high that only these men could give him. The two truckers took me inside and got me hydrated. They had me sit in my own filth, unable to shower, until the fuck flu finally hit. With each passing hour and day, the men would invite over more of their toxic friends to give me an extra load or two. Each seeing how used and disgusting I was and excited to give me even more. Finally it hit and I could proudly say I was a toxic pig just like the others.

One way or another it's a bottom's duty to clean that uncut cock before and after it breeds you

I like hotels. When I show up to fuck a dude, I'm interested in his body and he's interested in mine. A hotel is sort of a neutral venue where men only bring their body — at a house, you see the rest of his life too. Usually it's not a problem, but I prefer to open the door and step right into a sexual realm. Definitely, if you're looking for numbers, a hotel is a lot easier. Easier to get to, easier to find, easier to park... There's the drawback that some guys don't like going through a public space, but there are hookup-friendly places where you can go in off the street and it's not too open.

Pt. 3 "You now, its not only about what you want. Its about actuall doing it." "What do you mean?" We were walking from the cafe to his house, a couple of blocks down the street. "Its been clear to me all the time that you are a pig. But it doesnt help if that pig only is let out when high on poppers in front of your computer. You have to actually get out and make an effort to do the twisted things you dream about." "Yeah, i understand. But its a transition.. it cannot happen just overnight, right?" "Back at the restaurant, your cock told me you were ready. It was stone hard after my rant. And you followed me out the door, still walking with me. If you first enter my apartment - I promise you you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. I have converted boys to sluts many times before." I looked at him. He was extremely handsome. I had come to the meeting, believing I would meet an average guy but here was the guy of my fantasies. Although the plan was to get whored out to others, not fucked by him, I couldtn help but hope that he would have a go himself as well. But what did he mean with turning me into a slut? I had had rough sex before, so I wasnt afraid of that. I had taken huge toys, even done a successful DP once. He used his keycard to open a door in a tall building, and we went inside. We went up the stairs to sixth floor where he used his card again to open a door to an apartment named Peter. I were inside his domain. His habitat. And I quickly understood that he were not to be told the rules. He were to rule. "Well, I warned you. You're now inside my home, so you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. Understood?" I didnt know what to say "Yes sir", he answered for me. "Yes sir.", I said timidly. "Strip!". I stripped down until only underwear and socks left. Something was wrong. "Come on!! Why the hell do you wear boxer briefs and those normal socks? Sluts never wear that. Only thing youre allowed to wear under your clothes from now on, is a jockstrap and tennis socks." "okay" "Okay SIR" "Okay, sir." "You own those items, right?" "Yes, sir. I have two jockstraps at home. And a few pairs of tennis socks as well." "Tomorrow, you throw away anything else. And go online and buy 10 more jocks." "Yes, sir". "Wait here, for a moment" Michael said and left. Or was it Peter, I didnt know anything anymore. What was going on!? I was in a strangers home, a hot man, but still a stranger, getting told to through away my beloved collection of briefs. And use my income to buy jockstraps. This was certainly not what I had imagined, lying in bed a few nights ago, cruising Grindr. Michael returned with a military green NastyPig jockstrap, "Here, take these on. And these socks", handint ghe stuff to me. I did, and had just finished, when i felt a big strong hand me tight on my neck, push-leading me down the hall, into a bedroom with a large bed in the centre. "Get up there." I did. "On all fours" I followed his command. "Open your mouth", i did. And he shoved his hard cock inside my throat. I hadnt even realized he had stripped down too. While gagging on a huge dick, I could see him - a slightly hairy muscular chest, framed by a leather harness and his big arms accentuated by leather arm bands - in the perifery of my field of view. "Well, just get used to this." All tops want a good open throat to warm up with." I couldnt answer, having my mouth stuffed. But could I have answered, I would probably have told him I regretted the whole thing. So maybe best I couldt say a thing. While forcing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, he kept telling and instructing me. He told me what was the best angles, what to do with my tongue, arching my back, pushing out my ass to tempt, what sounds to make, and not to make. He showed me all possible positions to mouth fuck, everything from upside down to the standard edge of the bed. I had tears in my eyes from all the gagging, but it didnt seem to bother him at all. He ust kept on teaching me how to take his cock in his mouth. After what felt like at least 30 minutes, he pulled out of my throat. "Well, you're improving. You will be able to satisfy guys with this some day. Just a little more practice needed." I didnt answer, being so tired. "What did you say?" He almost shouted. "Nothing, sir". "Exactly. Always respond to me when i say something to you." "Okay, sir. " I looked up, and he had his typical, almost evil grin on his face. looking me deep into my eyes, with horny green eyes. "Well, its time to inspect your hole." "Right now, sir?" "Did i say tomorrow?" "No, sir" "Today then".' He made me lay on my back in the middle of the bed. He spread my legs out, and had a good look at my hole. "not too bad. Looks inviting". He leaned down, touching my hole with his lips. He kissed it a few times, before I could feel his tongue poking at the opening. It didnt take long before he went rougher, moving his tongue both on the outside and the inside of my hole. Finally something that I too could enjoy. But as soon as I had thought that thought, he stopped. "Well, this isnt worth wasting time on, you just lay still and open your cheeks for the top. Occasionally you tighten and loosen your hole, just to tease him. If you get a response from him, continue like you did. Okay, slut?" "Yeah, sir." "Okay. Then lets move on to the main lesson of tonight. The breeding." "Yes, sir. Lets do it." "Taking cock up your ass is the most important thing you could ever do. Serve any top who wants to have your hole." He climbed off the bed walking away. In the doorway he stopped, and turned around. "Oh, i will just get my husband. He is a true master teacher of breeding. He will coach you."

Time to ram it home. After several repeated sessions of coating Ram's chest, abs and even neck with my raw unmedicated poz cum, it was again time push his limits. When he asked to come over the workout, I told him I already had. The next day he asked again and this time I told him I was busy and would have to skip out. After a third rejection, he was getting antsy and asked "Did I do something wrong?" "Why would you think that?" "You haven't worked out with me for a while." "Rambo, it's been three days. Hardly 'a while'. "Yeah, you're right, I'm ...I'm just checking." "No, you're just horny for my dick, aren't you?" "Yeah, well, I can't lie. It's definitely fun." "You like me covering you in poz cum, right?" "It's fucking hot, man. You and your cock are amazing." "Come over tonight." "I can't. Joseph is here." "Make an excuse. I've been dying to lick that pretty ass of yours." "Fuck, okay. I'll be there." The cheating mode was already in him: the need to go even further. Tonight was going to be the night I had my way with him - completely. The hours rolled around, and 1:00 AM arrived faster than I expected - and as it did, Ram appeared at my door, clearly nervous. "How'd you get out?" "I waited till he fell asleep. He's kinda a heavy sleeper," he replied, adding "but I probably can't stay long." "Then what are your pants still doing on?" I asked as I pulled him into my arms, pushing my tongue behind his lips. He let out an almost girlish moan. I grabbed the small of his back and with my free hand explored his pants, only to discover Ram wasn't wearing underwear. His determination to cheat made me instantly hard so I kissed him harder, practically tongue-fucking his throat. He continued to moan while my mouth covered his and he dropped his pants and kicked them away. My finger sought-out his lightly fuzzed crack and rubbed his tight stud hole. "You want daddy to eat this hole boy?" I asked finally coming up for air. "Fuck yeah" he replied, mesmerized by the prospects. "Fuck yes daddy." I repeated "Fuck yes daddy" he said twice more while I growled and rewarded him with another deep kiss and he moaned into my mouth. "Get on the fucking couch boy and show Daddy your stud hole." He practically jumped on the couch on his knees wrapping his arms on the head rest and pushing his ass back. I took a moment to enjoy the view Then I dove in, grabbing each of his tight stud ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal that lightly furry hole. I ran my tongue from bottom to top around and repeat. "OHHHHHHFUUUUUCKKK," Ram moaned. I licked then sucked then chewed then licked again in rhythm, over and over, playing Ram like the instrument he was, using his moans and whimpers and words to create a masterpiece of sound that was his slow descend into betrayal - and soon after every inch of my deathly poz cock. I continued to suck chew and lick and slowly pull back on his hips until finally I was carrying him by his hips tongue fucking his tight hole, still so tight from lack of use, (stupid Joseph for not paying more attention to the fuckhole), leaving Ram face to face with my swinging dick while he did a handstand on the couch. Then I felt it: his warm mouth wrapped itself around the head of my dripping poz cock. He moaned as he sucked on the dirty precum, even knowing full well the danger, knowing full well that he was betraying the boy he loved. Not, of course, knowing my viral load was much higher than it would generally be after a two week lapse in meds. We 69'd for a few more minutes until I let him down and escorted him to the bed room. He jumped on all fours on the bed as I fed him my dripping cock, watching him choke until I pressed a small bottle of poppers under his nose and ordered him to sniff. I could feet the high run through his body as the warm of this mouth increased and he slobbered ever so much more. I let my hands run over his back, and slid a single finger into his wet hole. Slowly but steadily his hole opened, up, so I pressed him to take a few more hits of poppers, and sure enough his hole was then able to accommodate not one, but three fingers fucking his hole Pulling him up from his knees I embraced him and kissed him roughly. Then I rolled him on his back while biting his chest abs shoulders nipples all the while spitting on my rock hard nine incher, rubbing it on Ram's hole, murmuring "I want you so bad, Rambo." "I want you too." "I want to fuck you so good." "Fuck...." "I want to make you moan." "Yeah...." "I want to feel you cum with my dick all inside you." "Fuck, Daddy." "Fuck yeah. Daddy wants to fuck his boy." "Fuck, Daddy." "You want Daddy to fuck you, boy?" "Fuck, yeah, " he replied, his eyes locked on mine, even as he knew his next decision would be a milestone. I kissed him hard and deep, and urged him "Let Daddy fuck his boy good." "Fuck yes, Daddy." "Say it." "Fuck me, Daddy." "Say it, boy!" "FUCK ME DADDY!" I rubbed my hard precum covered cock over his hole and started to apply pressure. Ram went rigid and I bit him and licked his neck and body rubbing his back while my slimy death stick pressed in on him. He squirmed and growled and exclaimed in pain, but I continued applying pressure, and finally my cock head popped into his hole. His entire body arched and spasmed, but I held tight, sliding in inch by inch, diving ever deeper into his body. Ram looked up, his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at me, staring at the ceiling, willing me to tear into him. He tried to yell, but could only manage a high pitched grunt, and then his head would fly back and then he began shaking from side to side. Thrashing slightly until finally my balls rested on the curve of his ass, my full poz filled cock buried in him. He looked at me, pulled me close and kissed me and I returned the kiss with equal ardor. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out boy." "Yes, Daddy." "I'm gonna give you the fuck of your life," I stated as I flexed my cock inside his body, enjoying the sight of his his eyes widen and head shake Again he grunted "Fuck me, Daddy!" "This is poz dick inside you, Rambo." "Fuck!!!!" He ran his fingers over my back, striving to pull me in even deeper. I leaned close to his face and reminded him "I'm full of poz cum Rambo" "Fuck I know, I know I know." "You like me to fill you with my poz load?" "Fuck yes...fuck yes, Dadddddddyyy." "Daddy wants to fill your ass full of poz cum tonight," I again reminded him as I pushed forward and began slowly and softly pumping his hole. "Fuck Daddy." He was staring back at me looking at me and holding me. "You gonna let Daddy fill your hole up?" "Fuck me, yes, Daddy." "You gonna let Daddy fuck you full of poz cum?" At this point I began the rhythm that would lead to my orgasm. "Yes, Daddy fuck yes fuck yes fuck yessssuhhhhh." "You love poz Daddy fucking you, don't you?" "Yessssssssssssssssssss." "Say it." "I love poz Daddy fucking me." "I...Love....It...Fuck...Me...Uh....Fu...ck...Me...Fu...uh..ck...Meh.....Fu...ck. Meeeeeeeee...." I began to pile-drive his ass. It opened up quite nicely, which enabled me to fuck ever deeper, ever harder, especially as his juices (and my pre-cum) rendered his hole wetter and sloppier opening and opening to accept the full length and girth of my cock. "Joseph never fucks you this way, right?" He looked at me, suddenly remembering the man he had until now blocked. So I repeated myself, determined to drive home the message: "Joseph never fucks you like Daddy, does he?" "No." "So, you like Daddy's dick more than Joseph's dick, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Say it, boy." "I love Daddy's dick more! I love your daddy dick more. Dadddddyyyyyfuck I love your dick more." "You're a cheating little cum whore, Rambo." "Yes I am "Your hole is for poz cum," I declared as I reached-over, grabbed his cell phone and positioned it right over him so I could record my raw dick sliding in and out of his hole, revealing the red and white a pink of his freshly fucked up hole as well as his writhing body and expressive face as he moaned in delight as I fucked him. Having him fully in my control, I demanded he "Say it for the camera, Rambo." "I'm a cheating whore. I love poz cock." "Joseph never fucks you like this." "Noone ever fucks me like this." "You love it, don't you, cumslut." "Yes, I fuckin' love it, Daddy!" "I'm gonna cum Rambo. I'm gonna cum in your hole." "Please, cum in me, Daddy!" I placed the camera right in front of both of us to see both our faces leaning in kissing as i shot cum string after cum string into him. He moaned and groaned as the fucking continued. I stayed rock hard holding his hands so he couldn't jack off fucking his cum filled hole. I flipped him to his back, I fucked him against the wall, I fucked him with him laying on top of me. Finally I fucked him again, this time his legs in the air. His eyes were so far in the back of his head he was nearly foaming at the mouth. For good measure I spat on him a few times, even as I withdrew my dirty cock, wiping myself on his lips and face. When we finally stopped I had blown three loads in his hole and I could fit four fingers in with virtually no resistance. He slept for a good five hours. When he woke up we briefly made out, and then he hobbled back to his car. His phone had died from the recording but we both knew Joseph would be losing his mind. He left while still trying to come up with a viable excuse to give to Joseph, but I was already working on the second phase of my effort: Joseph. God knows hes gonna need some TLC.

At the age of 23 I made a choice that would change the course of the rest of my life. I had been a bottom my whole life, or my whole sexual life. My first boyfriend had insisted that he was a ‘total top’ and I was never given the option to try fucking him and then as time when by I just never really felt the need to top I was perfectly happy getting fucked. I had been a short skinny little twink when my first boyfriend had worked his latex clad cock into my tight winking hole at fifteen causing me to moan with pleasure and with pain. By the time he pulled out and tore the condom off to cum all over me, cum was rocketing out of my own cock without the necessity of my touching myself. My boyfriend and I broke up later that year, but not before he had me taking cock like a champ and loving every moment of it. After we broke up I had a few more relationships but really just found myself on the prowl for cock more often then not. By the time I turned 23 though I was ready for a change. I was no longer the short little waifish twink that had so reluctantly agreed to bottom for my first boyfriend. I had grown to just under six feet with a broad chest and strong features. I worked hard on my body and no one would suspect by my build that rather then play football in high school I had actually played flute in the marching band. I kept my jet black hair short on the sides and messy on top, wore dark square framed 1950’s style reading glasses, which cultivated a slightly hap-dash academic look that fit my studies at grad school at NYU. Going into my second year of grad school I found myself with less and less free time, and craving cock all the more fiercely when those blessed moments of free time presented themselves. I was on all the aps and sites: Grindr, Scruff, Adam4adam, and Manhunt, but something wasn’t clicking any more. Men would bend me over and pound my now seasoned ass and I would no longer feel that load building inside of me ready to explode as the pulled the rubber off to cum on me or shot into the rubber inside of me. I found myself wondering what it would be like without the rubber, what a load dripping out of my hole would feel like. I never discussed with the men with whom I was having sex my questions, although each, so far, had told me he was negative. I knew, of course, taking loads could lead to specific consequences, and I didn’t know if those were consequences I was ready to shoulder. But the question kept nagging at me: What would it feel like? The sort of porn I watched started to change. No longer was it the 'good boy porn' of nextdoorbuddies.com. Rather I started to search the web till I found darker things, things like Timfuck and the entire Treasure Island Media catalogue. I watched these men beg for loads, have raw cock after raw cock slammed into their holes, and in the end be left with spunk dripping from their used up asses. It was their new video that gave me my first idea on how to feel a load inside of me safely. My mind raced as I watched this hot hairy bottom Marcus Issacs had the loads from probably two-dozen condoms squirted into his hole to lube him up for a gangbang. I could do that. I could jerk off into something and freeze the loads so that I could slide a few of them into my ass later and feel the cum run down my legs from my hole. Before I blew my load that night I ran to the kitchen of my little studio apartment and grabbed and ice cube try from the freezer. For the next four days I shot my loads each night into the same cube in the tray, building up a cum block for my hole. On Saturday when I got finished grading the papers for the class that I taught I knew that it was time. I had one of those oh so rare free days now and I wanted more then anything to feel those loads inside of me. I dashed home from the public library where I had been grading, and put on one of the numerous TIM videos I had downloaded. I wasted no more time, as a scene entitled “Dump and Run” started I went to work on my hole with one of several dildos I owned opening myself up quickly. It was a short and brutal scene but by the time the top, some ten minutes or so later, was pulling his shirt back on to leave the loaded up bottom laying on a hotel room bed I had all ready switched to the largest dildo I owned a 10 inch long 8 inch around “Real Deal” dildo from Fort Troff and was bottoming out on the beast feeling it punch deep inside of me. About half way through the next scene I couldn’t take it any longer and jumped up off of the dildo and dashed to the kitchen. I pulled the ice cube tray from the freezer and quickly worked the cum cube loose then I laid down on my back on the kitchen floor, and with my legs in the air quickly pushed the cum cube inside my slack hole. It was so shockingly cold, and I gasped. I had known it would be could but hadn’t guessed it would feel quite as cold as it did inside of me. The cold however was quickly dissipating, leaving only a wet stickiness behind, my cock throbbed but I didn’t care. I stuffed three fingers in my hole feeling the wetness inside of myself. I don’t know how I expected to feel once I had my home made Devil’s Dick inside of myself but this was better, more important, more fulfilling, I never could have imagined this feeling of satisfaction. But that satisfaction quickly drifted away, this wasn’t right, this was my own cum and that wasn’t enough. One all encompassing thought that had been drifting around in my brain for week now crystallized in an instant: I needed to be fucked and bred; I needed to know what it felt like to have a man cum inside of me. I looked at the clock on the oven, it was only five in the afternoon, still plenty of Saturday left. There would be no waiting till my next elusive free day. I needed raw cock then, and there in that moment. I crammed my butt plug into me loose and dripping hole and grabbed my computer. I minimized the porn, allowing it to continue to play the sounds of me fucking still rushing out of the speakers. I opened adam4adam and was about to run a search when I realized that my profile was all wrong for what I needed in that moment. I signed out, and using another email address I created another screen name: bottom4cum. I rushed through the set up process inputting my stats and information, uploading a pic of my ass and then quickly typing out that I was looking for loads asap. I put bottom for my sexual roll, anything goes as my practice, HIV neg for my status and then created my profile. I thought for a moment as I clicked the sidebar to start a search. There was more to what I needed then just cum, the darker part of the thought that had been running around in my head for weeks now bounded to the front of my mind and refused to dissipate from my consciousness. Those consequences I had thought about, the ones that had kept my cum last at bay for so long had to be silenced, not only did I need raw cock but I needed a POZ load. I didn’t care if it took in that moment, that first time wasn’t about getting the bug; it was about freeing myself from guilt and worry. If I took a load now that I knew was POZ then what did I care from then on, I had already done it anything else that happened was fate. I would be free to take whatever cocks, whatever loads I wanted no questions necessary. This first time, this first man to breed me, to POZ my hole had to be perfect. I started a search for all of Manhattan for hairy tops of any age with at least an eight inch cock who were POZ or Undetectable and to narrow down the results a little bit set it to only show guy online right now and who had pictures. I came back with thirteen pages of results. Jesus, I thought, this is going to be fun. It didn’t take long for me to find a few likely candidates and send the three men I found similes and greetings hoping that at least one of them would bite. I started a new TIM porn, this time Viral Loads, it seemed fitting given my new found quest for POZ cum and sat back, playing with the plug in my ass as I waited. A few minutes into watching a hot bottom beg a mean looking top for his raw cock my computer buzzed with the startling sound of an adam4adam message. It was from the second guy I had messaged: BBHighlandScot. There wasn’t much on his profile except that it said he was 34, 6 feet tall, 180 lbs, athletic, with an 8 inch uncut cock, was HIV Positive and preferred meeting at “Your Place”. I looked again through his pictures of a tall handsome man standing with no shirt on by the boat house in central park, and then of a fat, heavily veined, uncut cock thrusting out from a full bush of pubes at the end of a long well defined torso. My hands shaking a little I read the message. “hey mate, thanks for the smile. what’s up?” “i’m good, horny as fuck actually. lol” I responded. “same, wanna get you hole fucked” “hell yes.” “where you at?” I responded with my address. “i’m about twenty minutes away from you, i can be there in 30. one thing first… i’m poz and I only fuck raw and i don’t pull out so once I get my cock in your hole there’s no turning back.” “i’ve got four loads in my hole already, keeping them in with a plug,” was my reply. “little slut. i’ll be there in 30.” He logged off. I realized then that I had never gotten his name or his number, I had done that before with guys but never one who was coming over to fill my hole with his POZ sperm. My heart pounded in my chest as I grabbed a jock strap and a pair of basketball shorts from the fabric crates that I used as a dresser and began to tidy things up a bit. I put the ice cube tray back in the freezer and washed my dildos before putting them away too. I left the lube out on the nightstand and was about to put a condom next to it when I realized I was doing that only out of force of habit. I laughed nervously at myself and as a distraction sat back down on the couch across from my bed and went back to watching porn on my computer. My heart was still pounding but I soon lost myself again in the porn, watching as the bottom who had been begging the brutal looking top for his cock in the first scene was at the center of a massive gang bang and loving every moment of it. My cock was throbbing against the fabric of the white bike jock I had put on and my hole was twitching against the shaft of the butt plug holding the formerly frozen loads inside me. I had become so engrossed in watching this man take fat cock followed by fat cock that I lost track of time and myself. When the sharp knock came on my door I had my hand down my shorts rocking the butt plug back and forth in my hole and moaning slightly. I snapped my computer shut at the sound and slid it under the couch before jumping up to get the door. I was so horny now that my mind had been reduced to one singular thought, my quest for POZ cum. All of my fears and doubts had been washed away in a wave of lust and I answered the door with steady hand. There before me stood the man from his pictures, just over six feet tall with a wicked smile on his handsome face. It was still quite warm for though it was well into September and he wore just a pair of tight fitting dark jeans that showed a sizable bulge at his crotch and a black wife beater t-shit that accented his thickly haired chest and strong muscles. “I’m Jack,” he said in a startling thick Scottish accent, his screen name made sense all of a sudden. “Aiden, you’re Scottish?” I replied, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out of my mouth. “Aye, that a problem mate?” He said his bright green eyes blazing. “Not in the least bit, come in.” I stepped out of the doorway to let him inside the small apartment. He stepped in and I closed the door behind him. “So boy,” his accents made him even hotter, more mysterious, this man from a foreign country come to breed my ass, “You wanna sitta’bout an’ talk, pretend like this is a proper date like or just get down to me breeding that pretty arse of yours.” He grabbed his cock as he said this drawing my attention to his growing bulge. Without stopping to think I got down on my knees in front of him and reached out to undo his pants, he just smiled and put his hands behind his head as I pulled his pants down. I looked up into his glinting green eyes, taking in his jet black hair, his slightly stubbly chin, bushy arm pits and ample chest hair, he was beautiful. As I got his pants to the ground I now found myself face to face with a pair of boxer briefs straining to hold back what was clearly a massive cock. I pulled his shorts off and was almost hit in the face as his cock jumped out of the elastic waist band, it looked thicker and more vicious eye to eye with it then it had in the picture, my mouth watered and my hole gripped the butt plug tightly. “Well, dunnay just set there an’ steer at it, get the fucker in yer mouth,” he said as he pulled off his shirt and kicked his pants and underwear from around his ankles. Not needing to be told a second time I opened my mouth wide and started to work on swallowing the considerable length and girth of this glorious Scot’s cock. I worked my tongue around his foreskin earning a pleasured moan from Jack who then lowered his hands to the back of my head pulling my face to his crotch. I looked up at him as his cock made the bend into my throat causing me to gag a little. With his shirt off I could see that under the hair on his chest was a tattoo encircling his left nipple: a biohazard symbol. My cock strained against my jock even more. His tattoo only increased my hunger for cock and sticking my tongue out and breathing through my nose I swallowed his cock till my nose was buried in his dark pubes, breathing in his musky sent. “Oh fuck yer good at that,” he moaned, “If yer arse is have as nice as yer throat you’ll get more then one load outa me tonight. Get those shorts off boy,” He said, as, his hands still holding my head in place, he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly fucking my throat. I wriggled out of my shorts now knelling in front of him in just a jock with a big black plug up my hole and Jack’s cock stuffed down my throat. After what had only been a few minutes he pulled out saying “Fuck that’s too good, and I dunney wanna waste a load down yer throat, let me see that arse. Get on all fours and show me that plug.” I whipped the spit that had been forced from my mouth by his throat fucking off with the back of my hand and spun around on my knees and bent over so that my ass was stuck in the air. “Look at that nice plugged hole, yeh fucking slut,” Jack laughed and tugged on the plug lightly a few times teasing my hole.“ Lets see how loose and wrecked this boy is then shall we,” he pulled the plug quickly from my hole causing me to yelp. “Now that’s a beautiful gaping hole.” He spat a big glob of saliva onto my hole and started to rub his cock around my stretched out ring spreading it around. “Where’d yeh get the four loads in yer hole already?” “They’re mine,” I explained to him about freezing the loads and then fucking myself with the dildos before shoving the cube inside myself. “So yeh should be pretty well lubed up then boy, is what yer tellin’ me.” “Yeah, stick it in, fuck my ass.” “Yeh, want my POZ cock up yer cunt?” “Yes!” “Yeh want me to breed yer hole, knock you up with my toxic spunk?” “Yes, don’t pull out, fill me with your load.” “You asked fer it,” he said and lined up his cock head with my hole. My sphincter had started to tighten a little bit around the base of the plug after my dildo session earlier but Jack’s cock quickly stretched it right back out again as he sunk his cock in to me in one long sustained thrust. I felt his pubes against my ass and his balls come to rest against mine still held in the jock. He started out slow, easing his cock all the way out of my hole and then pressing the swollen head back in again a few times getting me used to his considerable girth. I moaned loudly each time he came to rest balls deep inside of me his cock well inside my second sphincter. Then he steadily began to pick up the pace but still long dicking my ass, pulling out till just the head was inside and then slamming back in. Sometimes he would slip from my hole but he would just ram his cock back inside of me without missing a beat. Sweat sprung up all over my body and I felt like my hole was on fire, not in a bad way but rather that it burned with lust. I flexed my hole around his pistoning cock taking joy in the little gasps that that elicited from Jack. After a blissful eternity he stopped and pulled out slapping me lightly on the ass, “On yer back, I want yeh to look me in the eyes when I shoot my toxic load inside yer arse” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my ankles, pulling my knees to either side of my broad chest. I prided myself on my flexibility and the ease with which I could present a top my hole in this position. Jack smiled his wicked smile and sank his cock back into my waiting hole closing his eyes in pleasure as he did. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, pressing me down into the floor and he resumed his relentless pounding of my now fuck-battered hole. The room wreaked of sweat and the sent of cum was billowing from my hole, sex hung in the air and did nothing but fuel us both on. I moaned and whimpered with each progressively more violent stab of his cock. Jack grunted unconsciously, his face contorted in a mix of effort and elation as he continued to wreck my hole. His breathing became more erratic and I stared into his face watching the muscles in his cheek spasm with the effort to stave off his orgasm, but there came a moment when he couldn’t put it off any longer. “I’m gonna fucking breed yer fucking cunt, do you want my POZ load boy?” “Yes!” “Say it!” “I want your POZ load!” He locked eyes with my, sweat glistening on his face, his stair piercing and inescapable as he slammed his cock, somehow deeper then ever before and let out a cross between a groan and roar. I could feel it, just as I had felt the cold dissipate earlier now I could feel the heat radiating from the head of Jack’s throbbing cock. I could feel his cum flooding my ass, mixing with the little bits of my own cum that still lingered there. His POZ load filled my hole and I could feel every pulse of his cock adding to the *******. Some part of my mind was surprised that as my lust slackened that my fears did not return, but I was contented with my choice. My hunger for cum was somewhat abated for the moment and like the first time I had been fucked by my first boyfriend I felt that same sense of joyous release. I realized that I had, just like that first time, shot my load without having touched myself, the pouch of my jock was soaked with my cum but that didn’t matter. What mattered more was the load and the cock that had put it there. Jack slowly eased his softening cock from my hole, pausing when he was half way out to ask, “So how is it that yer stell negative if yer willing to take the load of a guy you know to be POZ without any questions or hesitation?” “Well,” I said, feeling rather sheepish, “you’re actually the first guy ever to breed me. Until you I had only fucked safe and with guys who said they were neg, but I’ve been thinking about this for some time now and when I stuck that cube of frozen cum inside of me today I knew I needed to feel the real thing.” “Why didn’t yeh get fucked by a neg guy who would breed yeh then?” “I wanted to be free,” I said matter of factly. Jack’s cock twitched still partly inside of my hole and I felt him begin to swell again. “You wanted t’be free... that’s fucking hot. You up for another POZ load then boy,” he asked as his cock became fully hard again. Instead on answering I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him down to kiss me and with the other pulled his hips in so that his cock sank back into my cummy hole. The End