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'Please read all sections of the contract and ensure that you are fully aware of the implications and obligations regarding the procedure before signing. 1. By signing this agreement you agree to submit your body to the procedure and that you will be be infected by anal insemination. 2. That you do so of your own free will and have not been coerced into to doing so by any third party. 3. That you are not under the influence of any prescribed medication, drug or illegal substance. 4. That you are not under the influence of alcohol. 5. You must understand that once you have entered the premises (in this case the room hired for the purpose) you are obligated to submit to ALL instructions given by the person, or persons, inside and give up the right to withdraw from the procedure. 6. That you are fully aware of the consequences to your health once you have submitted to the procedure. Date: ../../.... Full Name: .................................. Signature:.................................... As I read through the contract/agreement I felt hot and began to sweat. I was shacking and my stomach was churning. Suddenly it had all become very real. Up to this point I was just incredibly horny. My cock had been hard for the two hours it took to drive to the hotel. My mind was in a whirl. I could just turn around get back in my car and drive home. No one apart from whoever was inside room 327 would ever know and I could continue my life the way it had been upto now. But, I had come this far. At first it was a fantasy. Wanking to bareback porn then moving on to porn depicting guys being pozzed. Submitting themselves, their bodies in the ultimate way possible. Slowly, over a couple of years the fantasy became a need growing stronger all the time until it was an obsession. All I could think about was being knocked up, impregnated, gifted, pozzed, infected with the bug. How another mans toxic seed would take over my body, mutating in every cell and live in me until I die. Now, here was the moment I had desired for so long. Was I going to back out?

VPNs are a hot topic lately, so I figured I’d start a thread where they could be discussed. I’m headed to China in a few weeks. It’ll be interesting to see what I can and can’t access without a VPN and how well the VPNs work. China is at the top of their game playing whack-a-mole with VPNs, so I’m thinking what works in China should work in slightly less restrictive locations. Anyway, the three I’ll be trying are: ExpressVPN, $13/mo, but comes with a 1GB eSIM which should be useful. Historically this has been the best VPN for China, but lately there have been reports of issues. Mullvad, €5/mo ($5.83), has a stellar reputation for privacy. V1VPN, $6/mo, Europe-based but targeted to work in China. My theory is China focuses on the major VPNs, so I’m hoping this one is somewhat off their radar. When I’m back I’ll let you know my thoughts on each.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

Doug sat on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room. Jay was on a work trip and had been since their revealing last encounter. Jay's absence made his confused feelings even harder to manage than they already would have been. His fingers traced the edge of his phone, hesitating for a moment before he finally tapped Jay's contact. The call connected, and Jay's face appeared on the screen, his silver hair slightly tousled, cheeks a bit red and a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, handsome," Jay greeted, his voice smooth and warm. "What're you up to?" Doug felt a flutter in his chest, the familiar mix of excitement and nervousness that Jay always seemed to evoke. "Not much," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just missing you. What about you?" Jay's smirk widened, and he turned the phone slightly, revealing the room behind him. Doug's breath hitched as he saw Jay lying on a bed, a young twunk with long blond hair straddling him, riding his raw cock with eager abandon. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to Doug's groin, his cock twitching in his pants. "Having a bit of fun," Jay said, his voice low and husky. "But I'll call you back later, yeah?" Doug's mind raced, a whirlwind of arousal and something darker, something that felt suspiciously like jealousy. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Later." The call ended, and Doug was left staring at the blank screen, his heart pounding. He shifted on the couch, his cock now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He unzipped himself, freeing his thick length, and began to stroke, his mind filled with the image of Jay and the blond twunk. He was jealous, but it also somehow turned him on to think of his man's raw cock in some other slut's hole. The raw cock that had fucked him and filled his own ass with cum. Later that night, his phone rang again. Jay's face appeared on the screen, and Doug answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Hey," he said, his voice husky. Jay's eyes were dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "You liked what you saw earlier, didn't you?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for denial. Doug swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the memory. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was surprised. I haven't really thought about fucking with other guys since we started dating. I guess I assumed it was the same for you." Jay's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a more gentle tone. "Males are hardwired to want multiple partners," he explained. "It's only some other stronger desire that ever suppresses that urge. And I might really like you, Doug. But I know I really like fucking you. I don't want to mess up my chance to find out if I like you by confusing lust with love." Jay's smirk widened, and he leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Besides, like told you, I want you to be my slut for POZ cum," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Find someone tonight. Someone POZ. I want you to ride his raw cock and tell me all about it. And I'll tell you about my trick too." Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He still felt a pang of jealousy, but beneath that, there was a thrill, a dark excitement at Jay's words. "Okay," he said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. After the call ended, Doug logged online, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Gord's profile, a POZ undetectable guy he'd hooked up with before. He'd felt a pang of guilt after their encounters and so had avoided Gord's further invitations, but tonight, Jay's words echoed in his mind, pushing him forward. He sent Gord a message, inviting him over. Gord arrived quickly, his tall frame filling the doorway. He had an ugly face but a killer body, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes filled with desire. They didn't waste time with pleasantries, their bodies crashing together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming, exploring, claiming. Gord pushed Doug onto the bed, his body covering Doug's, his cock hard and ready. Doug spread his legs, inviting Gord in, and with a low groan, Gord entered him, his raw cock filling Doug completely. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Doug rode Gord's cock, his own thick length bouncing with each movement, his body alive with pleasure. He could feel Gord's cock throbbing inside him, the raw, unprotected sex sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He came with a cry, his cum spilling onto Gord's chest, and Gord followed soon after, his release filling Doug completely. The next night, Doug did tell Jay all about it, his voice low and as he described every detail. Jay listened, his eyes dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "Good boy," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Very hot."

I love being poz… never used a condom always bareback… always chased poz dick

Same here, I just love being told that they’re toxic as they’re cumming inside me. I shudder and climax, too, as my receptive ass takes their poz seed to hold and absorb.

Do I like being Poz? Sometimes I don’t even think about the high level of toxicity of my dick. Is it free to think no more HIV scares? Absolutely. I love knowing that I’m already a Poz cum dumpster that loves taking loads no load refused. In all I love it.

Autumn in Milan Bob and I arrived back at the apartment on the same weekend after our summer internships ended. I joked with Bob and asked him how much drama he created during his summer. “Bro, you have no idea. I’m glad I could leave it all behind,” and he pulled me in for a deep kiss as he groped my ass. “I missed you, smart ass.” We ended up in bed and after he fucked my brains out, and then we relaxed there for a while, just catching up on each others exploits over the summer. “When is Dan getting back?” Bob asked. “I talked with him on Wednesday while he was at Laguardia. He said he’d be back in the apartment on Monday. He said he’d just landed and that he had big news, but he was being mysterious and wouldn’t spill any details. So, we’ll find out then,” I replied. Class didn’t start for a week, and I was determined to get back into my routine. On Monday afternoon, I just returned from the gym and opened the door, and Dan was in the kitchen and Bob was taking a shower. “Hey man, how was your summer?” I asked Dan as I leaned in and we shared a big kiss. Dan replied, “It was incredible. I can’t wait to tell you guys.” Just then Bob opened the bathroom door and walked out in all his otter glory in just his white briefs. “Tell us what?” “Ah, just in time,” Dan said. “You know I told you I had some interviews in Manhattan with a couple of modeling agencies? Well, I blew off my internship because three of them wanted to put me under contract. I had my dad look at the contracts and I signed with one of the agencies. I spent the summer working in Milan, Paris and Munich.” Bob and I sat in stunned silence. Then, he and I both hooted and hollered and I got three beers out of the fridge for us to celebrate. Dan continued, “I’m going to delay coming back to finish my degree because the agency lined work up for me for the next few months. Plus, I need to prepare more before taking the LSAT. At least, that was the argument I made with my dad for postponing school. He has visions of me joining his firm after law school.” Bob and I rolled our eyes because we’d met Dan’s father a few times and he was intense. “I’m sharing a tiny apartment in Brooklyn with 5 other guys who are also with the agency.” I said, “So you won’t be living with us, then. This sounds like the chance of a lifetime. When do you have to go back?” Dan said, “Well, I’m packing up my clothes and leaving tomorrow morning. Bob and I were sad that our little menage a trois was breaking up prematurely, but we were excited for Dan. Dan and I started that evening in his bed kissing and cuddling. I licked his nips and arm pits and nibbled all over him as he wrapped his legs around the small of my back. The agency Hair & Makeup gays had shaved his chest hair off so longer had a treasure trail, but I continued down to his cock and took his head straight down my throat and savored his precum. I moved on to his beautiful ass and pushed his knees up to his pecs, then I began feasting on his ass. “Dave, I really missed how you eat my hole,” Dan moaned. I was fucking him with my tongue which always put him into a frenzy. Eventually, I penetrated his tight hole and fucked him rough and sweaty, just the way he and I always did. I jacked Dan’s cock, rubbing the precum that was streaming out of it and feeding it to him and then to myself. I locked eyes with him as I groaned and picked up the pace and finally shot my load into him. I stayed in him as I jacked him to orgasm and greedily ate his load all by myself. During the night, I remember my cock entering his ass a couple of times as I woke up with my arms around him. The next morning, we awoke the way we began the night before…kissing and cuddling. For the last time.

It was my best friend’s Dad’s cock. I guessed he liked me and I offered myself to him. He was 34 and I was 14. It was the first time I’d seen a penis other than my own. He undressed and told me to pull down his briefs. He was fully hard and his cock reared up. I remember thinking what a handsome cock he had, about 7 inches, thick veined upward curved shaft and foreskin. He rubbed his helmet gently on my lips and told me to open my mouth. He slid about half his shaft in my mouth. He tasted slightly salty but the masculine smell off his balls was amazing. He guided me through my first time sucking cock. He was obviously very excited and several times he pulled out cuz he was close. He asked me if it would let him cum in my mouth. I told him yes. He put his cock back in my mouth and almost instantly he shot his load. My mouth filled up with his load and I choked, he held my head and said “swallow it”I did my best and swallowed some but most poured out my mouth. There was just too much sperm. But I did get to taste a man’s load and I loved it. As an induction to cock it was the best.

I became a cum-addicted drug-fueled sex addict...and this is my story... Back around 2008 I traveled a lot for business and...truth be told...I was drinking a fair amount and getting super-horny while travelling on the road. About this time, I really started to uncover my sexuality, and I started to realize I am very much bisexual (more like polyamorous or hyper sexual…basically I will have sex with just about anyone). I started cruising and looking to hook up on the road on apps like Craigslist (initially) and Adam4Adam…exploring my sexuality, especially the oral bottom side of me. Wind the clock forward to today and I am mostly a top attracted to smaller, (much) younger, and twinkier guys and/or trans. I started looking for guys that needed a good blowjob or an ass to fuck. I was more bottom back in the early days (but I have demonstrated I am certainly Li lol versatile). I would often arrange to have guys stop by my hotel room to find the door open, lights down low, me naked and either kneeling and blindfolded…or ass up in bed. I developed a real fetsih for sucking and getting fucked by big black cocks (I’m a medium-sized white guy). There were many hot stories from this time period…mostly traveling the east coast and places like North Carolina and Atlanta (where there were lots of horny black guys looking to fuck a hungry white ass). I hosted many anonymous men for hook-ups...including a few gang bangs and once the running of a train on my turned out asshole. I was mostly an oral bottom but did enjoy the asses of a few smooth twinks now and then. I have a real penchant for young, smooth, skinny twinks and femboys. Later, in 2014 I changed jobs with even more travel and it took me to the San Diego area for long stays. It was during some of those late nights looking for hook-ups that I started seeing guys up late partying, and it was then that I met for the first time a guy who was parTying….and I fell in love with it right from that first experience. I hope you don’t mind me sharing my history and my partying stories. I enjoy reliving some of this past…as it takes me right back to those horny sessions and let’s me re-live the drug-fueled scene in my brain. And so with that…here is chapter 1 of Diary of a CumsluT Chapter 1 - The First Time I met him on-line….making a connection around 10pm on a Tuesday night on Adam4Adam (these were the days of Craigslist and A4A….years before Grindr). His profile said “hung bbc parTy top” and I was immediately interested…especially since I already had given two anonymous blowjobs that evening in my hotel room and I was horny to get fucked. After some back and forth I invited him to stop by my hotel room. I was in the North San Diego area and in town on business all week. Luckily tomorrow was a light work day so I could hunt for cock and not worry about staying up too late...man was that a bad idea! He said he would bring parTy supplies and some toys…and I agreed but didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was already naked, shaved smooth, and cleaned out by the time he arrived…a muscular black man that was confident and in control….a subtle air of dominance. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees after he arrived and settled into my room…unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down to expose a dirty bulging jockstrap. He also pulled out his backpack to unpack and organize a variety of supplies on the desk as I fondled and kissed at his bulge….lube, poppers, several dildos, a few different sized butt plugs, and then a shaving kit which turned out to hold his party supplies…which included a torch, glass pipe and a small baggie of white crystalline powder. He asked if I had some good porn to watch and I pulled up a few gay porn sites for him on my laptop, watching with curiosity as he loaded up the glass pipe with a few large shards of the white crystals from the baggie and fired up the pipe with the small torch...slowly melting the shards and slowly creating a white smoke within the bulb of the glass pipe. He first demonstrated by taking a hit if the pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as he smiled from the rush...and then showed me how to hit the pipe and blow a big cloud. The rush was instantaneous...and intense. Even as I was exhaling and blowing my first cloud out from my lungs I blurted out…"can I buy some of this from you before you leave?" I was in love with Tina from that first hit as my head spun and I immediately felt like Superman...a very horny Superman. After 3 hits I was flying and hungry for sex as I began to rub the growing lump in his bulging crotch. It wasn’t long before he was pressing down on my shoulders and I suddenly found myself on my knees…face to face with his large bulging crotch. I pressed my face into the bulge off of his jockstrap and inhaled his dark masculine musk through my nose...causing my cock to twitch and leak a drip of pre-cum. I began loaning and mewling with a hungry desire and instantly became his sweet little submissive cocksucker in that moment, rubbing my face into his hard bulge and blowing my warm breath into his well-filled jockstrap…licking at the growing wet spot in the soft cotton pouch from his leaking cock... I had become a sweet little cocksucker hungry to be fed. After a few more hits on the pipe and swapping shotguns as he forced his cloud into my lungs….i began a very lengthy, very focused cocksucking session…a session like none-other before as i was never so focused or motivated to suck cock and give pleasure as I was in that moment…high on Tina and kneeling in that darkened hotel room…kneeling between this dom black god’s muscular, spread open legs. I was exactly where I was meant to be. He began to flip through some hardcore gay porn and would occasionally take a big slow hit of the pipe. I was flying high on meth for the first time and totally focused on this black god’s snake of a 10-inch cock…my warm wet mouth sucking on his foreskin and kissing on that smooth plump head, my tongue licking at the length of his veiny shaft and my lips stretching to take in the girth of this large black cock that was now standing at full attention in my face and in mouth…working the fat, engorged plum-sized head with extra diligence…making it wet with spit with a nice tongue-bath and using my lips and tongue to worship the sensitive frenulum underneath his bloated glans, licking and sucking on the fat meaty helmet-shaped knob. “Yeah boy…get to work now. I’m gonna lie back and enjoy your mouth and throat for awhile!”, he mumbled as his hands came down into my field of vision and I pulled my head back so that he could apply a thick silicone cock ring around his hard cock and bloated balls...making his cock even stiffer and making it jut out even more pronounced and veiny…and his big egg-shaped balls bulging in their nutsack...just as I like them...the cockring causing his ripe nuts to bulge…over-ripe and bloated full of man-seed…readying themselves to be relieved of their thick creamy load right down my sucking gullet. I was also being motivated by this black stud's responsive groans, soft grunts, and the low moans issuing from deep in his throat above me as I began to go to work with my lips, tongue, and warm mouth. Every 5 minutes or so I would hear the torch fire as he took another hit…lazily hitting the pipe and watching porn as he got his big snake of a cock sucked by his new little cocksucking bitch…me!. And so I began a lengthy cock worshipping session...several times raising my head up to lock lips so he could shotgun his exhaled cloud into my lungs and on several occasions sucking on the pipe as he fired the bowl to get a big lungful of smoke myself…blowing my cloud on the tip of his cock and down around the length of his meaty shaft as I squeezed the base and felt how fully alive his cock was as the blood pulsed through the girth of his thick meaty shaft. I love sucking a hard ringed up cock…and his was perfection! I somehow remembered that one of his texts said he was stopping by directly after a hard workout at the gym? No shower?…PERFECT! I pressed my face into the sweaty moistness that I found deeper in his crotch, inhaling deeply at the dark, intoxicating male muskiness that I found there…my nose crinkled at the distinctly sour black man-scent as I pushed my face deeper, huffing his musk and imprinting his dark scents into my hungry cocksucker’s brain. God do I love the strong overpowering sweetly sour man-scent of a horny black man’s crotch. To this day I can’t get enough and Ama slave to it. My consciousness collapsed down to focus on the action of my hungry cocksucker’s mouth as it worked on that smooth, slick, bulging cockhead…beginning to work the skin back and worship it. His cock became a bar of steel with a fat plump head and a big thick vein running down the length of it. I used my tongue to trace and lap at his veiny shaft...becoming obsessed with working that big vein with soft licks and gentle kisses. But my man was flying and he needed more, and he showed his impatience for getting deeper into my warm silky throat...and eventually…inevitably….his large strong hand found the back of my head as he began guiding my sucking mouth further down…showing me how he wanted his cock sucked…teaching me how to be the best cocksucker for him in that moment….connecting us as if one as I became focused on the thought of becoming the best cocksucker I could be for him…for this cock….for me….focused, dedicated, submissive, subservient…hungrily committed to giving the maximum pleasure with my mouth and throat that I could possibly give in that moment. “Yes, baby….that’s it, baby…you're doing so good, baby. Go to work for Daddy...go to work for that big 5-day nutt that Daddy’s gonna feed you. And after I squirt my juice into your belly…Daddy’s gonna put my second nutt deep up in your white-boy pussy.” I loved his strong commands and words of encouragement…it fueled me to suck him even better. He kept flipping through hardcore gay porn in between hits on the pipe….telling me the kinds of porn he liked....how he especially liked black guys double penetrating skinny white boys the best. He told me he was trying to get a friend to stop by so they both could get up in my stretched hole at the same time. I groaned at the thought and mumbled something to the effect…”yes sir…please sir.” His cock leaked a big dollop of sweet tasting pre-cum into my mouth in response to my begging. Another hit of the pipe and then a fresh bottle of poppers appeared at my nose. I couldn’t imagine flying higher…but the combination of blowing a big cloud and then getting poppered up drove me into a cock sucking frenzy….lost in the haze of Tina and poppers and the big cock that I was put on earth to serve. He leaned forward and pushed his big hands down my back, finding my smooth asscheeks….pulling them apart as his long fingers explored my smooth crevice and started massaging my tight little pink pucker. I am naturally smooth except some hair in my asscrack (which I had shaved earlier), so now I was as smooth as porcelain. It was clear this man appreciated my smooth clean butt and wanted more of that. “Daddy’s gonna need to work this little pussy-hole open...make it blossom and sing....mmmmmmmmhhhh...so tight and just begging to blossom open.” He mumbled as he worked a spit-covered finger up to the knuckle into my tight sphincter. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump to get that pussy-hole hungry for Daddy’s cock…and then you need to get this big 5-day nutt down your pussy throat.” And with that encouragement I felt him bring a small thin injector to the lips of my hole and then plunge it inside. He pushed it about 2 two inches into my quivering asshole and the hit the plunger...forcing a small amount of a slippery liquid into my flexing rectum. It burned like hell right from the start. "What the hell is that?", I shrieked...and to which he replied..."Don't worry, the burning sensation will pass...and it will be replaced by a warmth and an insatiable need to get fucked. That's called a booty bump and it is lube laced with quite a bit of Tina." I relaxed and went back to focusing on his cock that needed my attention..fat and glistening with my spit. I got back to work like the dutiful little cocksucker I had become, Slowly…inexorably…I pushed him deeper down into my throat...feeling the soft tissues of my throat open and stretch... my neck bulging full of cock as I kept my focus and started going down further…sliding his length deeper…as the poppers helped me to relax and open my throat… pressing his fat knob first against the back of my throat...causing me to gag and then push through the resistance…stretching my throat open and suppressing my gag reflex…my throat juices wetting his fat head as I worked myself open to take all of his thick 9 inches deeper…working my throat muscles to suckle and milk his engorged cockhead like a sucking mouth in my throat...until finally the resistance disappeared and he sank balls deep into my warm silky gullet. Once I was able to get my throat open and take him deep it then became easier to fully engulf his length as my nose became buried in his curly black pubes and his big bull nuts got squished and rested on my chin. A firm hand came to the back of my head and held me down...holding me down with a throat full of cock…forcing me to serve his cock and milk it with my flexing throat muscles. Flying high and sucking cock the best I possibly could. I pulled back in order to breath and then I began to use my active tongue to lick at the tip and up and down his big beautiful black veiny shaft…using wet lips to kiss and suck my way up and down his thick veiny shaft...eventually finding his big cum-congested nuts in their bloated ballsack and giving them a loving wet tongue-bath, using thick wet licks and eventually taking each one in turn into my warm sucking mouth...trying valiantly to get both nuts and his whole ballsack into my stretched open mouth but I just couldn’t do it. I began to worship his ripe, semen-filled balls until he spread his legs wide open, totally relaxed and asking me to really go to town on his balls....so I did! Eventually I got both his nuts in my stretched open mouth...my mouth now full of ripe nuts and my lips encircling the root go his balls and strangling them just like he wanted. I worshipped his balls for what felt like an hour Waking up from as if in a trance...I finally pulled off his nuts with a loud slobbery pop and moved my head back up his shaft and took a big hit of poppers...knowing full well that I was going to go work on his big cock...go for the run up to his nutting down my eager throat. Soon I was in all fours between his legs…rocking my whole body back and forth to take as many of his steely inches as I could…often going down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes, only to slowly pull back to kiss at the tip and then re-start the round trip all over again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of “gluck….gluck…gluck…” as I rocked back and forth and his cock punched and pounded away at my pussy throat…his fat cockhead smashing over and over again into the soft tissues of my sucking throat as I forcefully stretched myself open to milk his cockhead and take his whole length. His thick cock was stretching my throat and now I could take him fully…despite him being too fat for a normal throat...too fat to get through the final constrictions of a normal throat…but mine was not a normal throat. I was flying high on Tina and I was now the Throat Goat. He took the opportunity to hold my head down and raise his hips forcefully, humping himself up to thrust himself deeper and blowing out past the final barrier in my throat to easily fuck his last few inches into my stretched throat…bulging out my neck as I now more easily took his full length…now with my nose pressed into the tight wiry curls of his damp musky pubic hair. I couldn’t breathe…my airway was blocked by thick cock…but I didn’t care and would have happily died right there and then...asphyxiated by thick black cock if I was allowed to...I was that focused on this beast of a cock that I was sucking…intensely concentrating with my every fiber of my soul...so focused that I forgot that I needed to breathe and almost passed out . I didn’t care as I had given myself totally over to sucking cock and my airway being blocked was just one of the consequence of my devotion “Awwwww mannnn…you gonna get this nutt…you gonna get this nutt…you…gonna…get…this…big creamy nutt!”. The man stopped me one last time for another big hit from the glass pipe and a shotgun of forced cloud into my lungs...and then the need to unload hit him with full force... "Ahhhhhhhh.....fuuuuuck son...you're gonna get this nutt...shhhhhhhhhiittttttt…go get your creamy reward baby-boy...go get it!!"... ...and with that he started a new rhythm, fucking his hips forward and working in synch with my rocking motion as I thrust my body back and forth and bobbed my head up and down to slide his thick cock down my throat...and then he pulled my head down onto his cock using a big strong hand on the back of my head as he thrust his hips up...spearing his hard cock into the soft tight warmth of my gullet...skull fucking me and raping my throat until I felt all resistance gone and I became his cum receptacle...at last a place for him to bury his seed and fill up with cum. And just then, I felt his nuts tighten up against his body and a big blast of his creamy seed pulse up the big shaft of his cock. "Oohhhhhh shit boy....here it comes!" He was buried in my throat and so I never tasted the first several blasts of his cum as he blasted his load straight down my gullet and into my waiting belly. I love milking an exploding cock by working with throat muscles...milking it to relieve it of its heavy load. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and throat and I knew he was injecting his heavy seed load directly down my throat as I felt the warmth of his cum fill my belly...and after the first 4 or 5 heavy squirts, I pulled back and was rewarded with a big mouth full of thick heavy cream that I mostly swallowed and then let some of the next few pulses dribble from the corners of my mouth to leak and drip down my chin. “Awwww fuuccckkkk…that’s good boy! Milk my cock with that warm mouth and pussy-throat boy." He let me continue to suckle and milk his spent cock...my favorite part as I used my tongue and sucking throat ,ilk the final remnants of his load from his nuts....eventually pulling back to smack my tummy lips and lick the dredges of his sperm from my lips and chin. To this day I love to show my feeder how much I appreciate him feeding me his big creamy load and I like wearing his cum around on my face as a show of gratitude. “Now get up here and show me that little pussy hole of yours…I bet that booty bump is working it's magic and has that hole all warmed up by now!”.

Guess what? You punched that ticket the day you were born, if you don't get hit by a bus first. Breeding or no, prep or no, pregnancy or no, you're on that ride. You're welcome.

I've been in Hawaii a lot lately, and have been having fun. Tonight I fucked and bred 2 guys in the park, and just had an older guy from Sniffies come to my hotel room and pump a load in me.

Voting is now closed, and writing is well under way. Expect a new story soon. 🙂

You are the type of bottom I am stealthing lol

AuthWhores Note: My apologies, I did get out in front of my skis some. I noticed a down vote and must say I concur. I'll see if I can not do better next string. I also realized I had jumped ahead of the real calendar but a day by day of even a sex crazed, chem fueled POZ college slut could actually have boring parts. When I was querying the very patient moderators, I got the answers and guidance I needed to avoid a faux pas, but then realized that it concerned Homecumming and Halloween and that is still off on the horizon Homecumming is nominally in September and Haloween some 6 weeks later. There was also my lubrication error. No, not in the story but while I was thinking about the story I no-shit slipped on my wd-40 nut loosener spill on a trailer deck and whacked my forehead on the driveway yesterday, -just like a few years ago attending the Leather Knights Dallas AWOL weekend, I had a free ticket to the Dallas Discipline Corps Warehouse Play space and again got ahead of my skis. My slutty mind distracted me from the task at hand. What happens when you mix a rushed cleanout and lubrication effort? Well, in that case it was a cracked rib. I still went and got flogged - after all I had the free ticket - and the flogging was delightfully painful! I will bring Sticky Situation up to Homecumming, and then pause for a couple of weeks. On my other story, there is still some work needed before I get to pit stop territory so you should see that also post next week/weekend. Cheers!

I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

Tea Dance, John’s Interlude John didn’t have luck in the showers this morning, but he did see one of the guys that fucked him in the shower yesterday. He was limping back to his campsite. John called out from the doorway of the shower building. The guy looked up, smiled at John and said, “Getting some more dick?” John was embarrassed at the question until he saw the good-natured humor on the man’s face. John said, “Why? You lookin?” The man says he hurt his ankle and doesn’t think he’s up for it. John half seriously says, “I ride dick well too. You can just lie there.” Both men laugh. Instead, the man asks for John’s help getting to his campsite. After about 10 minutes of helping him along, the two men reach the campsite clearing and the man’s friends come over to help. As they arrive at the campsite, a portable CD player is trying it’s best to belt out some sad version of Cheryl Lynn’s “To Be Real.” John turns to his limping companion says, “This is so much better on a boombox,” and his limping friend says, “the record is better dumb bitch.” The men laugh. John is invited to brunch at the campfire as the other man’s friends take care of him. John, having changed clothes after his shower, is back into his “90s top attire” of cargo shorts and a white tank undershirt. He’s carrying a small gym bag with his outfit for the Mardi Gras themed day and the cum stained shorts he’d worn yesterday. The men at this campsite are a little older than John – late 30s. He is attracted to each of them in his own way but he can tell the men think he’s a top. The bottoms are attentive and the tops are standing back. No big deal since John just came about 30 minutes ago and had gotten fucked by Snake before that. These guys are nice. They are having mimosas and laughing a lot. The food, cooked on the fire, is also really tasty. John makes a point not to eat too much as he does plan on getting fucked again later. The 8 men here for the weekend are all friends. They are staying in a small campsite which they’ve made their own with 2-man tents arranged well, leaving a separate space for chairs and a folding table. Two couples, four singles. Turns out the two men who fucked John yesterday are one of the couples. They all live in the same city. Pretty universally, on seeing this attractive man who was kind enough to help their friend back to camp, the men decided they liked John. As John got to know the men over brunch he liked them too. During their 20s, they’d known each other at the bars for years by sight or sometimes hooking up, but it was while visiting friends in the hospital that they really bonded. John knows what they mean by hospital. He can be oblivious at times, but not this dense. He is a nurse. He knows they mean the AIDS ward in their city. He’d seen this happen among his own friends and in his time working at different hospitals. John tended to keep his distance from these friend groups. Mainly because they had serious things happening in their lives; but also because he liked when men fucked him bareback. In fact, in this moment, John can feel the shame for this weekend’s behavior rising in his chest. He can feel his neck getting warm. John has been fucked by at least 15 men this weekend so far and he wanted them all to cum inside him. John knows if these men knew the truth about him that they would shun or scold him. John is forgetting that at least two men in this group know that John takes it bareback. John’s face flushes and he finishes his mimosa, which is quickly refilled. In fact, if John wasn’t beating himself up he’d notice that at least one of these men is interested and is right now plying John with more mimosas in the hopes of having sex later. As the brunch and conversation continues, John sees his group of friends walking through the clearing toward the Tea Dance and a couple wave and say hi. Then the stockbroker asshole calls out, “Hey John, you fucking slut. Giving up your ass again?” Rugby calls stockbroker an asshole and the German wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him along. Conversation among the new group stops as this comment is lobed at the nice, thoughtful, helpful man they just met. One of the men says, “Are those guys your friends?” John says, “Yeah. We are up for the weekend.” Before they are out of ear shot, stockbroker calls back, “Use a condom this time.” All John’s friends groan and collectively urge him to knock it off. The guy with the hurt ankle says, “What a douchebag.” The other men agree. One man casually rubs John’s shoulders. One guy says, “Speaking of condoms. What did y’all think of the show last night in the field?” The couple who fucked John missed it because they were off having some fun of their own and they ask for details. The other men regale the couple with the sexy twink who got fucked bareback by at least 5 guys. There is a brief, good natured disagreement over 5, 6, 7, or 8 men. But there is no disagreement that the twink asked for it bareback and begged men to cum in his ass. Some of the men reference, two other groups where bareback sex also took place last night. John can see a flash of recognition on one men’s faces. The other couple says, “Well…..we were a little inspired last night. We fucked bareback for the first time since we met.” This prompts more discussion and other guys discussing condom usage. Pretty universally, these men who have shared history of losing lovers and friends have been careful about condom usage for years. A few men admit to having fucked guys or been fucked without condoms. The men who usually bottom say it was a slip up or that they were drunk; but they also admit how much better the fuck felt. The tops agree that fucking without condoms feels better, but they also don’t do it regularly. The couple who fucked John bareback in the showers yesterday don’t offer details but say they shared a bottom bareback this weekend. None of the men are condemning anyone’s behavior. The conversation feels mature, but also revelatory. Condom usage has felt like such a necessary rule over the past decade that it was almost [banned word] to do what they were all admitting they had done. One of the men, noticing John’s silence, casually asks if John, as a nurse, is offended by the conversation. The rest of the men turn toward him, suddenly aware that he hasn’t participated at all in this discussion. John sighs and says, “Bareback sex feels better. It just does. We all know why we need to use condoms, but I’ll admit that I don’t always use them either.” One of the guys, who assumes John is a top, says “For us tops it’s not as easy to contract the virus, but there is still a risk. But I’ll admit I fucked a guy bareback last night. That twink was inspirational. My bottom dude wanted it raw.” The guys all hear the music begin for the Tea Dance. They want to go dance and invite John to hang with them. John, now on his 5th or 6th drink agrees. He and a couple of the other guys switched to vodka. The guys clean up from brunch and begin to change for the dance. The couple who John fucked in the showers yesterday decide to skip the dance since one of them hurt his ankle. John sees the guys changing into things they brought for the Mardi Gras themed day – lots of purple, gold and green. A tiara and feather boa on one dude. Most guys shirtless or in open shirts. John doesn’t really want to hang out all day in his “top attire.” He feels like what he is wearing is now an ill-fitting disguise. John says he needs to go change and holds up his bag. The guy who has been plying John with drinks asks John if he wants to change in his tent. John and the man go to the tent. When the tent flap falls closed, they can still hear the group discussion outside as the men get ready for the dance. The man in the tent with John says “You are very sexy.” John assumed this guy, with his queeny attitude and high voice for a total bottom. The guy has a tight body and a really attractive face. John says, “You look really great too. I was sorry to hear about your boyfriend over brunch. That must’ve been a really difficult time.” The other man thanks him for his sympathy and says it was two years ago, but he still misses him. The man, not wanting the conversation to drift too far from sex, says “I was surprised that he got it because he was always the top in our relationship. I mean we were always safe, but it still surprises me when my tests keep coming back negative.” John, remembering they were together almost 10 years, says “Always safe?” with a wry smile. The other man acknowledges to the occasional “slip up” when they were drunk, but generally they went through a lot of condoms. John is torn between wanting to hear more about the sex and turned off by the condoms. John knows he should act the way this man does and use condoms, but he has always enjoyed when a man cums inside him. Talk of condom use really turns him off. As John’s self-critic starts in and John falls silent again, the other man not wanting to miss his moment says, “Let’s go get you into that sexy outfit.” John half smiles and takes off his shirt. The man asks, “Did you hook up last night after the twink’s performance?” John blushes and says, “I did.” The other man nods and watches John drop his cargo shorts. He takes a good look at John’s bare ass and says, “Did you bottom or top last night?” John is silently cursing the stockbroker for the “giving up you ass” comment. John hesitates. The other man feels John’s ass. He smiles at John and says, “Feels good.” John is naked and the other man entirely clothed. The man begins eating John’s ass. John got hard as soon as the tongue entered his hole. John bent over and spread his ass for the man. The man could tell John wasn’t a virgin to getting fucked. This ass had been used in the last day or so. But, it tastes so good. John’s ass lips give way easily to the invading tongue. John is moaning as this man he just met is eating his ass. John remembers that just yesterday he got fucked by one of his friends and gave up all pretense of being a top. He grunts as this man’s tongue invades deeper. He remembers telling his friend to “Cum where everyone else does. Cum in my ass.” The shame of that admission burns inside John. The man says, “Time to suck my cock muscle jock.” John turns around drops to his knees and engulfs the man’s average cock until his face is on the man’s pubes. He comes off and slides his lips back along the cock. He looks up at the man he just met this morning who says, “Feels good.” John wants to make this man feel good. He wants this man to want to fuck him. He wants this man to want him. The man is loving this blowjob. He is looking down at the muscle jock worship his cock. He is working for it. The man has given lots of men blowjobs like this over the years. Since the man is usually a bottom, he can tell that jock boy is desperate for cock. As John works the cock with his talented mouth, his hand slides from his own cock to his ass. He rubs a finger along his wet hole. He hears the man say, “Slide a finger in your hole. Work it for me. Show me how much you want to get fucked.” John slides a finger in his ass and then a second. He looks up at the man as he continues sucking his cock. The man says, “I can tell you like getting your hole worked over. I bet other men have fucked you this weekend. A hot muscle jock bottom like you. I bet you have lots of suitors. Men who have been stretching your hole. But I can tell from the way you are sucking my cock that you want more cock in your ass. Get my cock nice and wet for your hole.” John is a bit surprised that the queeny voiced man standing over him is speaking this way to him. It turns John on. He starts using more spit on the cock. He unbuttons the man’s shorts to get more access to the cock. They fall to the ground. John pulls the underwear down too and momentarily stops sucking the cock as they follow the shorts. He pushes his mouth back on the cock so it stretches his throat causing him to spit more on the cock. The man who is about to fuck John hasn’t fucked a trick bareback in years, not since that became so risky. And as a man who loved getting fucked, making tops use condoms has become almost second nature to him. But seeing that twink give his ass up bareback last night has him imagining feeling this jock hole on his bare cock. He pulls John off his cock and leans over John, maneuvering them so John is on his back and the man is between his legs. Instinctively, John spreads his legs to give the man room and more access to his ass. He exhales and reaches for the man to pull him closer. They kiss again and the man’s cock rubs John’s hole. He moans into the man’s mouth. John feels the man adjust his body and the man’s cock is now aimed directly on his hole. The wet cockhead slips against John’s wet hole and it pops inside. John kisses the man deeply as the cock slides halfway up his eager ass. First bare ass the man has been in for years and it feels amazing – so warm, so wet, so welcoming. The man pushes the rest of his cock into John and holds it there. Jock boy hasn’t even mentioned using a condom. The man thinks about it for a second as his bare cock is buried in this jock’s ass and he hesitates. He says, “I don’t have a condom on.” John says, “Oh” and kisses the man again. Confused by this response, the man thinks he should get a condom. As the man slides his cock back he groans at how good this ass feels without a condom. Again, he says, “I’m not wearing a condom.” John says, “Do you want to wear a condom?” The man, sliding back into John’s ass and starting to fuck him says, “This feels good.” John says, “Yeah it does.” He feels the man’s cock inside him and it really does feel nice. The man fucks John for a few more minutes and he says, “I can put on a condom if you want me to.” John says, “I don’t have any condoms.” The man keeps fucking John and says, “I’m going to cum in you soon.” John wanting this stranger's load, grabs the man's ass and says, “Cum inside me.” The man moans loudly and dumps his load in John’s unprotected ass. Ten minutes later, John is taking his bare cock again doggy style and the man is calling him a jock slut and tells John to beg for his load. John begs the man to cum inside him. There is no pretense now. Over the inviting beat of Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell”, the men heard the muscle jock nurse beg their “total bottom friend” to cum in his ass. Five of them wondered if John would also take their loads. The other two men smiled at each other secure in the knowledge that John would take their loads again. Whatever happened, the men knew that “tonight was meant for me and you.” Most of them imagining John as the ‘you’.

The night air was cool as Doug walked with Jay towards his apartment his heart pounding with anticipation. He had been looking forward to this moment since their last encounter. Now after another very pleasant dinner date (less interrupted by texting than before), Doug was hoping this time he would be invited inside, the memory of their last kiss still fresh on his lips. "Hey, come on in," Jay said, stepping aside to let Doug enter the building. He then led Doug by the hand into the elevator and up to his floor. He opened the door to to his apartment and ushered Doug inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the room. The scent of Jay's musk was intoxicating. Like Doug, Jay obviously did not use any scent besides his own. Doug felt a shiver run through him as he took in the familiar yet exciting surroundings. "Thanks for having me over," Doug said, his voice slightly trembling. He could feel the tension building between them, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air. Jay poured them both a drink, the clink of the glasses breaking the silence. They chatted for a while. "So, here we are" he said, handing Doug a glass. They chatted for a while about this and that, after which Jay asked how the week since they met had been for him. "It was good," Doug replied, taking a sip. The alcohol burned slightly, grounding him. "Just been thinking about our last date a lot." Jay smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? What about it?" Doug felt his cheeks heat up, but he held Jay's gaze. "Just how much I enjoyed it. How much I enjoyed... you." Jay's smirk widened, and he took a step closer to Doug. "I enjoyed you too, Doug. A lot." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Doug's cheek. "I think we both know where this is headed, don't we?" Doug nodded, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers trailed down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Yeah, I think we do." Jay's expression softened, and he took a deep breath. "Before we do, there's something you should know. I'm HIV positive." Doug's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded, understanding the weight of Jay's words. "I'm not, but it's cool with me that you are." Jay's eyes searched Doug's, looking for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he smiled softly. "Okay then..." Doug leaned in, his lips meeting Jay's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a promise, a seal of their mutual understanding and desire. Jay responded eagerly, his hands tangling in Doug's hair as he deepened the kiss. Doug moaned softly, his body pressing against Jay's, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, his voice husky with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He followed Jay into the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. The room was bathed in soft light, the bed inviting and promising pleasure. Jay turned to Doug, his eyes dark with lust. He reached out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Doug's shirt, revealing the lean muscles underneath. Doug's hands trembled slightly as he reached for Jay's shirt, pulling it over his head. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the biohazard tattoo under Jay's navel, a symbol of his status and his openness about it. It was a turn-on, a testament to Jay's confidence and comfort in his own skin. Jay smirked, noticing Doug's gaze. He chuckled, his hands moving to Doug's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Doug stepped out of them, his cock already hard and straining against his underwear. Jay hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down as well, freeing Doug's cock. It sprang out, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Jay's eyes darkened with desire, and he dropped to his knees, his lips wrapping around the head of Doug's cock. Doug gasped, his fingers tangling in Jay's silver hair as he was enveloped in the warm, wet heat of Jay's mouth. Jay's tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and tasting, before he took more of Doug's length into his mouth. Doug moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Jay's mouth worked magic on his cock. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his stomach. But Jay pulled back, his lips leaving Doug's cock with a soft pop. "I want to see your ass," Jay said, his voice rough with desire. He stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's chest, his stomach, before hooking into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them all the way down. Doug stepped out of them, his ass bare and exposed to Jay's hungry gaze. Jay's fingers traced the curve of Doug's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He leaned in, his tongue swiping over Doug's hole, making him gasp and shudder. Jay chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through Doug. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small vial of poppers. "Here, take this," he said, handing it to Doug. Doug took it, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it and took a deep inhale. The rush hit him almost immediately, his body relaxing, his hole loosening. Jay's tongue swiped over his hole again, and Doug moaned, the pleasure intensified by the poppers. Jay stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's back, making him shiver. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He turned around, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jay. He heard the sounds of Jay applying lube to his cock and then to Doug's hole. He could feel Jay's cock, hard and thick, pressing against his hole. He was grateful there had been no discussion of condoms. Jay pushed in slowly, his cock stretching Doug's hole, filling him inch by inch. Doug gasped, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady sensation. Jay's cock was thick, stretching him in a way that made his toes curl. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock sliding deeper into Doug's ass. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Jay groaned, his hips starting to move, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's ass. Doug moaned, the pleasure building with each thrust. He could feel Jay's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Jay moved Doug through a number of different positions. While on his back, Doug couldn't help staring at Jay's biohazard tat as he thrust into him. Doug had been fucked by poz undetectable guys before, in fact that's mostly who he got fucked by these days however infrequently that was. But he hadn't been fucked by a guy with an overt poz themed tat. It definitely added to the arousal. Their ultimate position was back to doggie style. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Doug could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing with need. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it in time with Jay's thrusts. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, his body trembling with the need to cum. Jay's cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock head sliding into Doug's second ring. Doug gasped, Jay's cock was stretching him in a way that made him see stars, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. "I'm getting close," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Where should I cum?" Doug moaned, his body trembling with need. "Inside me, if you want" he gasped, his fingers stroking his cock faster, his body throbbing with need. "Oh, I want" Jay groaned, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel Jay's cock throbbing, his cum filling him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slowing as he emptied himself into Doug's ass. Doug then started jerking himself, turned on by the raw cock still in his hole and the cum it had deposited there. He gasped, his own cum spilling over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. Jay's fingers traced down Doug's chest, his stomach. "That was hot," he said, his voice soft and tender. Doug nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yeah, it was." They lay there in silence, the weight of what they had just shared hanging heavy in the air. Doug could feel Jay's cum dripping from his ass, a reminder of their intimate connection. He felt a sense of contentment, a sense of rightness that he hadn't felt in a long time. But as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense of longing for more. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "I should probably get going," he said, his voice reluctant. Jay nodded, his fingers tracing down Doug's cheek. "Yeah, I guess so." Doug stood up, his body still trembling slightly as he pulled on his clothes. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice sincere. Jay smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice soft and tender. Doug walked out of the apartment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the night air on his skin, the cool breeze sending shivers down his spine. He made his way home, walked into his apartment and collapsed onto his bed, his body still trembling, his body spent and satisfied, but his mind filled with thoughts of Jay and particularly sex with Jay.

The next part is up, guys. Again, it's a big part. I hope you all like the continuation of the story of Jake. Part 17 I fell asleep. A deep night, full of dreams, lust, and fulfilled feelings. A used feeling, a feeling of getting fucked so intense that my body cracked. A feeling that I'm transformed into a real slut, a slut I always have been. I can smell the aroma of sex, rough sex. A smell of sweat and a mix of cum. I turn myself around in the sheets. My ass hurts, but it does feel good. I feel some wet fluids running down my hole and leg. Slowly, I open my eyes. It's not a dream; it's me I am smelling. Sweaty, cummy sheets are covering my body. A smile on my face, from the memory of last night. Slowly, I stand up, my ass still hurting and my sphincter puffy. My ass and body are all sticky, but a hunger satisfied. Damn, how late is it? I have no idea. It looks dark still. But I see some light shining from my room. It is the panel; it is shining brightly. I walk up to the panel to see what's happening. When I get closer to it, I can see all the room numbers from the hall. With it are the matched daddies that I coupled with last night. I can see Leroy's room with his daddy, the daddy that took the cruel condom. I can see my room too, with my daddy and Felix. I click on it. Fuckkkk...!!!! there are some photos of me. Sucking them, taking their cocks, my cummy hole. There are just five of them. Nothing more… but it is enough to leave no imagination. Right under the photos, it says public. Fuckkkkk. It means they can see this all too? So Leroy... can see it too? He knows now I matched myself to the daddy he fucked with the first night, the daddy he wanted again... Fuck... he knows I took revenge... I think... I thinkkk. I actually did in some sort of way the same thing Leroy did to me with Mark. I guess that does not make me any better than him. I hope he understands. Would he? In the meantime, I click on Leroy's room. There are three photos of him. His hole close-up with his daddy's cock in him. A photo of him, bound and slapped in the face. His face looks real red and used, and one when he's lying on the bed. His sheets are covered in red fluids. I guess the cruel condom made him bleed and whored out... Damn, did I really do this? Did I make these calls? I am a bit disappointed in myself. As I start to walk to get some water, I feel my ass sting. My hole really hurts and is still very swollen. What can I do about it? In the corner of my eye, I can see the ice bucket. There is still some cum in it. It has begun to melt, but most of it is still frozen. I start to walk to it and grab it in my fingers. It feels wet, sticky, cold. Slowly, I start to play with it in my hand. Should I? It's a waste to spill their cum, isn't it? And they gave it to me... I already have some loads of them in me, so why not? And if it can prevent Mark from taking the credits for my hole and might possibly infect me, why not? Slowly but steadily, I bring the frozen cum to my hole. I put it against my swollen sphincter, and I push. It is like my hole is hungry; I just push it easily inside. It feels cold in me, sticky, melting, but it feels so good!!!! I feel my hole clench around it... Damn, I love Daddy and Felix for this. It feels so good and cold for my hole; what better medicine is there? I watch the clock. Oh... it's 3 at night, but I'm clearly awake... I take a shower and jump into my jockstrap and some shorts. It's hot, so I leave my shirt out. I guess I should take a night walk; maybe that will tire me out so I can go back to bed afterward. Slowly and silently, I open the door to my room to look into the hallway. No one is there, not even the help. Silently, I walk through the hallway, following the path until I'm outside. I feel the air touching my soft skin. I feel like some sort of newborn. I'm all alone here in the dark. Slowly, I set my path to the main pool. Maybe I should get a drink at the bar? While I walk, I am thinking in my own mind. Not really watching where I walk, just noticing small stuff. I got messed around and used by Daddy and Felix. Their watches showed they were poz. They are toxic... and I'm neg... as far as I know... I still took their loads. I loved it. I still crave them. But why??? Because I want it, because I love it, I want to give them something they are not anymore? Or does it all have to do with Mark? I really don't want to give him the honor. But did he poz me up? I know his watch lit up red. I'm still mad at him. But is that all? Or... do I really like the risky sex and crave it? It might be both... I can feel my hole itch again while I am thinking about all this. Should I just see what comes of it? Should I just have fun and fuck? Why not? It's already too late, I guess, for me. So let me take it then, I guess. My mind and body have mixed feelings about it all. But I still love it. I love to get fucked and to get loaded. I walk and walk. At some parts, I see some decorations. It looks like they are making the hotel ready for another theme day or night. I wonder what more the hotel staff has in mind for us. Slowly, I start to get closer to the main pool. Am I seeing this right? Or? No, it is... in the back, I can see some sort of red lights moving. It looks like it is staying in the same place, one swings from left to right, others are more stable. It looks like it is hip high, but what could it be? And in the middle of the night? As I slowly walk forward, it seems like I'm getting closer to it. I stop for a second and listen. I can hear slapping, groaning... Is it what I think it is? Is there someone having sex? Poz guys? It has to be... the red lights, are they coming from smart watches? It sounds like someone is taking it really good. Just like... I probably did... my heart races. Slowly, I walk forward again. Should they mind me passing, or watching, or... more? I feel my own cock swell a bit. I am getting harder, walking up there with just some shorts. My nipples are hardening from the air that's touching my skin and the horny feeling I am experiencing. Slowly, I walk to it; it's close to the pool. I can see shades of people, and they are not noticing me. I hear whimpers, groaning, laughing, and hard slapping. It has to be the balls and thighs slapping against someone's ass. My heart raced as i approach the shadows by the pool. The sound of wet, rhythmic slapping grows louder, and the scene that unfold before my eyes is one of pure lust. It's Kayode, bound to a table at the side of the pool. Strapped with his arms tight over the table, legs spread and completely naked. His cock is half-hard, swinging between his legs, cum dripping from his ass down his legs and onto his cock and balls. His ass is red and torn, his body looks bruised, his head hanging down, and with each thrust, his hair waves up and down and his body bounce against and over the table. The sounds of flesh slapping and muffled grunts are filling the air, with sometimes a moan from Kayode's throat. my eyes widened, taking in the sight of Kayode distressed face and the unmistakable evidence of the rough treatment he is receiving. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, mixed with something else—resignation or perhaps even a twisted form of pleasure. The men around the table are a blur of motion, their faces shadowed by the night. I can feel my cock swell in my shorts, a silent betrayal of my emotions. I bit my lip, my hand subconsciously moving to stroke my hardening shaft as I watched the relentless assault continue. Each time the top withdraws, I can see the shimmer of cum leaking from Kayode's abused hole, only to be plunged back in with a wet slap that sends tremors through the table. Inching closer, I smell the potent aroma of sweat and sex that clings to the air. The sight of Kayode's muscular ass being mercilessly fucked by the group of men captivates me. I can't help but feel a perverse attraction to the scene. My hand tightens around my cock, stroking it in time with the pounding rhythm of the men's hips. The moon casts a silvery light across the pool's surface, reflecting the anguished expressions on the faces of Kayode and his tops, highlighting every bead of sweat and drop of cum. My eyes trace the contours of Kayode's body, from the broad shoulders to the tight, round cheeks that are being so roughly used. The sounds grow louder, the men's grunts and slaps against flesh echoing in his ears like a siren's call. "Here it comes, slut, here it comes," he growls. "Another punishing toxic load, you slut." He smashes his body hard against Kayode's ass, his cock piercing deep inside him. Pulsing, moaning... fuck... fuckkk... dammmmm... you slut... I hear him groan. He just shot a load in Kayode. Photo of the group of men Fucking Kayode. Dont miss the guy with the yellow swimming shorts. As the group of men notices my approach, their grins grow wider, the glint in their eyes sharper. One of them, the guy who just came into Kayode, withdraws his cock; a veiny, thick cock is glistening from its withdrawal, covered in cum and red ass fluids. He steps forward to me with a smile on his face. "Looks like you want a taste, don't you, boy?" while he slaps Kayode's ass. We are almost done with him, just two more, then you can have his hole. The guy walks to Kayode's face. "Lick it clean, slut," he commands, while giving him an encouraging slap on the face. I can see the pain and tiredness in Kayode's face when he slowly opens his mouth. He has no choice; this is still his punishment for breaking the rules in the roulette game. The guy slides his veiny, thick, glistening cock into his mouth. "That's it, boy, clean it...." I see Kayode shiver, disgusted by what he is tasting. Smelling and tasting the guy's cum, his own ass, his ass fluids, his torn bloody hole, and all the cum he took before. It has to be hundreds of loads, old ones from the beginning of the evening and fresh ones, all mixed up in this hole and now tasting it in his mouth. But he cleans that cock like it is his job to do so. My own cock starts to swell more, looking at it. But I can also feel the pain of Kayode. I look at his ass. It's ripped open, bloody, cummy; I can see big plops of cum in his open hole and running out of him. His sphincter is ripped. I can clearly see where the muscles are torn from each other, from all the fucks he took. Kayode's ass will never be able to close anymore; he will never be tight again. I guess... I guess... his ass will leak for his whole life. As I watch the tops, my mind twists. They look rough, like dirty bad boys. And looking at Kayode, how they use him, they are. They have to be somewhere in their 30s or 35. Maybe young daddies? A group of friends, partying here, freaking guys, spreading their seed. They might have just come out of one of their matched rooms from the daddy event. They fucked a guy relentlessly before they left their matched rooms. They might have found Kayode here on their way back and decided to fuck as a group. A shiver runs down my spine with this thought. The next guy approaches Kayode's ass-a guy in yellow swim shorts. He looks smooth and wears a small necklace. On his face, he has a small beard, which gives him a bad-boy look. He slaps Kayode's ass. Damn, that's an open hole... and he starts to grin. The red screen of his smartwatch shines on Kayode's cum leaking butt. Within a second, he drops his shorts and a hard, unshaven cock becomes visible. His cock is average, covered in veins, pulsing with every heartbeat of the guy. Right on the top of his cock, he has a piercing and on his shaft. "I am going to fuck that hole real nice and rip it even more," he laughs, while he puts the cock's head against the open, sloppy hole of Kayode. I can see Kayode react to the cold metal piercing. Then the guy just pushes it in; he does it real fast. He isn't worried about Kayode; he does not ask him if he is ready, and he definitely does not let Kayode get used to it. He just slams it in. His hips slap against Kayode's ass. The sound of the slap echoes over the swimming pool and against the hotel walls and forest. With that, I can hear a clear "yep" from Kayode. I see him stare at me, tears running down his face. He is in pain. His hole is taking another cock, tearing him even further in his already torn-up hole. I'm standing there, watching the scene unfolding before my eyes. Watching the guys slap deep and hard into Kayode's hole, ripping him open. Clearly roughing up his hole and making him bleed again. Kayode is watching me, tears in his eyes. "Please stop," he begs silently. "Please... I can't take it... my hole... my hole. It hurts. Please..." Kayode is begging silently. He's just exhausted, and his hole is in pain. The guy does not look up; he just keeps ramming his cock into his hole. "Fuck, you're open-too open," he laughs. "It's hard to feel that hole of yours around my cock," he shouts to Kayode. I'm in shock, and I'm not sure what to do now. Somehow I have to give Kayode some relief, he clearly needs it. I need to help Kayode... but how... and what will it cost me? I look to the top. How can I stop him, how? The top shouts again, "Fuck, your hole is so open.... it is so sloppy. It's almost impossible to feel your hole on my cock. Damn, I can only feel the loads inside you, you slut." While I hear Kayode hiss in pain, I react instinctively. With trembling hands, i undo my pants "Is he too loose for you, mate? That cock needs a proper ass that pleases it." In an instant, I drop my shorts, showing him my ass. With that, I think... "Fuck, did I just do this?" I can see the guy smile. "Mmmm, that ass of yours might be better indeed. Bend over, boy." I see him pulling his cock out of Kayode's ass. A big plop of cum comes running out with it. His veiny cock, covered in thick, slimy cum, is all from Kayode's ass. It has to be cum from all the fucks he took before-a mix of cum... from how many guys... who knows. He walks up to me and pushes me to bend over on the same table where Kayode lies. Our faces meet, eye to eye with Kayode. Kayode watched with a mix of shock and relief, "I'm sorry," I hear him whisper to me while I feel cold metal touching my sphincter. Kayode's eyes widened, a silent plea for mercy, but I only nod in reassurance. I feel the guy's cock against my sphincter, slowly building up the pressure. Here it comes, he shouts. I feel a sharp pain that seems to rip through me like a hot knife. I clench my fists, biting back a scream as the stranger's cock stretches me open, a burning sensation of the piercing tearing through me, roughing up the walls of my hole. The cum from Kayode's ass coated the guy's cock and piercing, making the entry slicker, but no less painful. My own cock, which had been semi-erect from the arousal of the situation, now grows rock hard as the man's rough hands grip my hips, holding me in place. I can feel the cold metal of the piercing digging in, ripping my hole open, a constant reminder of the foreign object that is now claiming my body. Each time the man pulls out, a string of cum and sweat clings to the piercing, only to be pushed back in with the next powerful thrust. My ass is in a maelstrom of sensation. The pierced cock thrusts into me with a ferocity that is both terrifying and exhilarating. I feel myself being split open, the metal piercing sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body with every thrust. Each time the man's thighs smack against me, the piercing digs deeper, the sensation almost too much to bear. Yet, amidst the agony, there is an undeniable thrill-a sense of belonging, of being claimed in the most primal of ways. I moan loudly, my body shaking with each powerful thrust from the pierced man behind me. My own cock bobs with the rhythm, smearing pre-cum on the table below. Despite the pain, I feel a strange sense of pride-a fierce determination not to let Kayode down, not to show weakness in front of the crowd of men who had used him so brutally. As the pierced man continues to pound into me with unbridled passion, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps echo. A new figure emerges from the shadows, a grin spreading across his face as he takes in the scene before him. "Looks like the party's still going," he says out loud. Dave just in time to join, the pierced guy says to him, while he thrusts his cock deep into me. His voice is a low, gruff rumble. The guy, called Dave, is only wearing some shorts. He has some chest hair, a bit of a sunburn, tattoos on his arms, short dark hair, and a small unshaven beard. He looks like a bad boy, a thug, a real jerk. photo of Dave I watch him while he is coming closer. I guess... he just came from the daddy event and fucked a guy there. His eyes lock onto me, me bent over and getting fucked by his friend. His cock is clearly half-hard in his shorts, from the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He steps up to the table while his hand reaches out to touch the bruised and abused skin of Kayode. Kayode's eyes grow wider; he thought that he had a break but is clearly unsure now. Instead of pity, there is a glint of excitement in Dave's eyes as he runs his fingers over the gaping, cum-filled hole before him. Kayode's eyes widen in disbelief as Dave approaches, "You thought you were done, didn't you?" Dave says, his voice a low, seductive purr that sends a shiver down Kayode's spine. "But the night's still young, and there's so much more I want to do to that pretty ass of yours." He reaches out and runs his thumb over the leaking sphincter, smearing the cum that coats it, eliciting a whimper from the bound man. Dave's shorts hang low on his hips, the waistband digging into the ample flesh of his thighs, and as he stands before Kayode, his cock strains against the fabric. It's a monstrous thing, thick and veiny, with a wicked curve that promises pain as much as pleasure. His hands are rough, his nails bitten down to the quick, and there's a glint of mischief in his eye that says he knows exactly what he's doing. Without a word, Dave reaches down and rips the shorts off, revealing his massive, throbbing erection. The head of his cock is a dark, angry red, and the veins pulse with the promise of an intense release. He steps closer to the table, the tip of his cock grazing against the side of Kayode's cheek, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum. Kayode looks at me, our gaze locked on each other, silently begging for reassurance from me. I am lying next to him, my body bouncing with each thrust the pierced guy makes. My mind lost in pain and pleasure, doing a job I need to do, giving up my hole. I nod slightly to Kayode. The gesture is seen by Dave, who seems to take it as all the encouragement he needs as he lines his cock up with Kayode's gaping, cum-leaking ass. With a sadistic grin, Dave presses forward. His thick, mushroom-shaped cock head breaches the already abused and ripped sphincter with ease. A strangled scream is torn from Kayode's throat as a new cock fills him up, fucking him deeper than the pierced cock had. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, but it's not unwelcome. It looks like he craves the rough, painful touch that these men give him, and Dave is more than happy to oblige. A tear runs down his eye, but with a small smile on his face. my gaze gets atracted to Dave's smartwatch, wile it lights up red. He is Poz.... he is poz to.... fucking Kayode. Dave's strokes are deep and brutal, his hips slamming into the table with enough force to shake the entire structure. His hands grip Kayode's waist, holding him in place as he uses him like the fuck toy he has become. Each thrust sends a jolt of pain through Kayode's body, but it's a pain that's become almost sweet in its intensity. We are both getting fucked next to each other, both with smiles on our faces and both clearly in some pain. As Dave starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the air, punctuated by the wet, squelching noises of his cock plunging into Kayode's abused hole. The men around us murmur and groan, their own lust stoked by the sight of two beautiful bodies being used so mercilessly. My eyes never leave Kayode's as I take the relentless pounding from the pierced man behind me. Each thrust sends waves of pain crashing into me, but I can see a strange, almost masochistic ecstasy in my friend's gaze. It's a look that tells me that despite our situation, there's a perverse beauty in the connection we share-a bond forged through the fires of pain and pleasure. The pierced man's trust grows more vigorous, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It sounds like he is nearing his climax. I can feel the man's cock swell within me, the piercing pushing against my tender walls. Ripping and tearing as it stretches him to the brink. The pain is intense, like a hot knife ripping through my insides. It has to be his piercing doing this. I clench my teeth and take it all, my own cock bobbing in time with the rhythm of the fucking, precum leaking from the tip. With a roar, the man slams into me one last time, his piercing tearing through my insides, bruising and ripping me open. A final, brutal thrust. I can feel the man's hot seed flooding my insides, the sensation so foreign and overwhelming that I can't help but cry out, my body spasming around his cock. The men around them cheer and shout, urging on the display of raw sex before them. I moan loudly together with the pierced man. I feel his warm cum shooting deep inside me, his cock pulsing and his metal piercing deep in me. We stay like this for a minute, his cock slowly getting softer and his cum finding a path to drip out of my hole. Then he pulls out; I can feel the emptiness that follows, a stark contrast to the fullness that had so recently consumed me. My ass feels raw, bruised, and utterly claimed. Yet, as I feel the man's cum dribble out of me, mixed with the cum from Kaode's ass that he used as lube, there's a part of me that's eager for more. The pain has become a strange sort of comfort, a reminder that I am alive and feeling. Dave's gaze flicks from the glistening mess of cum that spills out of Kayode's ass to my tight, smooth ass, where only a drip of cum is running down-a completely different view compared to Kayode. He licks his lips before he even starts to move. Dave notices that the pierced man is finished with me and that the whole group has just left us alone. He roughly pulls his cock out of the exhausted Kayode, his cock glistening with a mixture of cum and sweat. The sound of his cock slipping out of the torn sphincter is wet and obscene, making my stomach clench in a mix of fear and anticipation. Dave crosses the small space between Kayode and me, his cock bobbing with excitement. He doesn't bother with any pretense of gentleness as he shoves his hand into the warm, sticky, cum-filled hole of Kayode's, his hand turning and pushing in Kayode's hole. Kayode's sphincter all wrecked, so he can't resist and can only endure. Dave pulls out a fistful of cum after a few seconds and smears it onto his own cock. The action is so primal, so utterly depraved, that it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. His cock all lubed with cum from other men, cum dripping down onto his now wet, cummy, glistening cock. The cum uses the veins on his cock like a highway, running down to the head of his cock where a big cum drop is forming-a drop of mixed cum from all the men that fucked Kayode. I know what's coming next, and despite the pain I have already taken, I can't help but want it. With a grin that's all teeth, Dave leans in and starts to whisper in my ear, "Your turn to fuck him," his hot breath a stark contrast to the cool night air. He gives me a little push, and I stumble forward, my own cock now standing at attention. I look to Kayode, who nods weakly, his eyes glazed over but a spark of life still burning within them. My hand trembles as I reach down to touch my friend's bruised, used body. I have never felt so conflicted-a strange mix of disgust and desire swirling in my gut. But as my hand wraps around my cock and I line it up with Kayode's ravaged ass, I know there's no going back. I slide my cock into Kayode's hole with surprising ease, the cum in his hole acting as a lubricant. I gasp at the feeling of my cock being enveloped by Kayode's warmth. Dave watches with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it," he purrs, "now I want you to fuck him while I fuck you." The words send a thrill of terror through me, but I feel my body respond, eager to obey the command. I start to thrust slowly into Kayode, each movement sending waves of agony and ecstasy through both of us, our bodies joined in a dance of pain and submission. I'm fucking my friend Kayode... for the first time.... I feel cum floating in his ass, while my cock pushes in and out slowly. It is coating against his walls and my cock, dripping out of his hole each time I go deeper inside him. Cum drips over my shaft down my balls. I'm trying to be gentle, so I don't hurt him. Kayode has had so many cocks now; he is so roughened up. My cock slides in and out of the destroyed hole; the feeling of power and dominance is overwhelming me. I can't believe I am doing this. It feels so wrong that it's almost right. Meanwhile, Dave steps up behind me, his massive cock still slick with cum from Kayode's ass. He presses it against my quivering hole, and with a firm hand on the back of my neck, he guides me back onto his shaft. I can feel his wet, sticky, cum-covered cock against my sphincter. So wet and cum-covered, using it like he is extremely lubed up. My sphincter just can't resist. He presses hard, and his cock slides into me. Fuckkkkk..... dammmmmmm. Auchhhhh. He presses deep. The cum on his cock, lubing and coating the walls of my hole inside me. He is massive. His cock is so thick and huge that I shiver. He is pushing against my prostate, pressing on, so it passes further, deep against my second hole, but also ripping that open. I moan loud..... fuckkkkk. And he slides even deeper. The head of his cock pushes deep beyond my second hole, till his balls touch my ass. He is in. I'm all filled up; I feel stretched, I feel pain, I feel cum inside me. The sensation of being filled from both ends is unlike anything I have ever experienced. The pain and pleasure are indistinguishable as Dave's cock stretches me open while I fuck my friend Kayode. I can feel the heat of Dave's body, the slap of flesh as we move together. Dave's grip tightens on my neck, forcing me to arch my back and push deeper into Kayode. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his words a stream of filthy encouragement that only serve to drive my own desperation higher. "Fuck him," Dave growls, his hips bucking as he starts to thrust into me with a rhythm that matches my movements. "Make him feel it, make him scream," he growls again. My ass clenches around Dave's thick cock as I obey, my own cock pumping in and out of Kayode's ravaged hole with a fervor that surprises me. The pain is intense, but it's a pain that I now crave, a pain that fuels my own climax. With each powerful thrust, I feel myself getting closer, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter. Dave's hands are everywhere-one hand gripping the back of my neck, keeping me in place, the other hand smacking my ass, leaving a red handprint. His cock is like a knife, driving into me without mercy, the head of it brushing against my prostate with every stroke, while he pushes it deep inside of me beyond my second hole. My eyes roll back in my head, a silent scream of agony and pleasure tearing from my throat as I'm sandwiched between the two men. Kayode's body shakes with each thrust, his muscles spasming from the abuse he's taken. Yet, as he feels my cock pounding in him, something changes. There's a spark of life that returns to his eyes, a hunger that wasn't there before. He starts to push back into me, meeting my thrusts with a desperation that seems to fuel the fire burning within him. I can feel the pressure building in my own balls, the pain from Dave's monstrous cock only serving to heighten the pleasure of fucking my friend. I can't believe I am doing this, that I am becoming a willing participant in this depraved act. But as I watch the pleasure-pain play out across Kayode's face, I know this is what all three of us crave now in this moment. Dave's grip on my neck tightens, his other hand coming around to grip my hip, pulling me back onto his cock with bruising force. "You like that, don't you?" he snarls, his breath hot against my ear. "You like being the little slut in the middle of this train?" I can't form words, but my moaning is all the answer Dave needs. The thickness of Dave's cock stretches my hole to its limits, the pain so intense that it borders on unbearable. Yet, with each brutal thrust, I feel my own cock getting harder, sliding in and out of Kayode's wrecked ass with a wet, slapping sound. My mind is a whirlwind of lust and pain. Dave's grip on my hips is like iron, holding me in place as he thrusts into me without mercy. Each time he pulls out, I can feel my insides clench around the thick shaft, desperate to keep it inside. When Dave slams back in, it's as if my entire body is being torn apart, the pain so sharp it makes me see stars. My ass is a battlefield, a place where Dave's mighty force meets me and crashes into me, leaving me feeling utterly used and destroyed. Fuckkk…… Fuckkkk…… Dammmm…… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh…. Fuckkk….. I keep moaning. The head of Dave's cock hits the bruised and swollen walls of my insides, causing me to cry out with every thrust. The pain is exquisite, a symphony of agony that resonates throughout my entire being. Yet, it's not just pain-there's a dark, twisted pleasure that accompanies it, a sense of being claimed so completely by this monstrous cock. My ass is ripped apart, my insides feel like a crime scene where Dave's big cock is destroying me. I can feel my own cock, still hard and pulsing with each thrust, sliding in and out of Kayode's used hole. I am fucking Kayode with a ferocity that matches the relentless pounding I am receiving from behind. Kayode's eyes are half-lidded, his body trembling as he feels my cock crashing in and out of his hole with each powerful thrust of Dave. His torn sphincter clenches around my cock, desperately trying to keep me inside him while I'm getting fucked hard myself. Despite the pain, Kayode's own cock is hard, leaking a steady stream of precum that pools on the table beneath him. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, a symphony of raw, animalistic lust that seems to echo off the concrete hotel walls. Kayode is moaning out loud now. His body, too, is a testament to the brutal pleasure we are all sharing. His cock is rock-hard, the head a dark red from being denied release for so long. His eyes are locked on me; the unspoken communication between us is a silent symphony of pain and desire. He clearly feels the beginnings of his own orgasm, his prostate swollen and begging for relief. I can feel it with every thrust my cock pushes into his hole. Dave's grip on me tightens, his thrusts growing more erratic. I can feel his cock swell inside me, the pressure building as Dave seems to hold back his climax. The pain is so intense that I can't tell if I am about to cum or pass out, my hole roughly fucked and torn. I feel wounds in my ass being roughly ripped apart, as if he's going to poke through the walls of my ass at any moment. The pain is almost unbearable, but I want his cock deep inside me. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his voice a guttural growl. "You're going to cum for me," he commands, his words a declaration of ownership. "You're going to fill his ass up with your hot, sweet cum." The very idea of it sends a jolt of excitement through me, my cock jerking inside Kayode's stretched hole. Our movements become a frenzy of passion and pain as we all race toward climax. The table beneath us shakes, threatening to give way under the force of our depraved union. My strokes become more erratic, my breathing shallow and desperate as I feel the inevitable building deep within me. Dave's grunts grow louder, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that speaks of his own approaching release. His hand snakes around my waist, finding my balls and giving them a rough squeeze. "Do it," he hisses, "cum for me, cum in him." And with those words, I feel my cock burst within him, my seed spurting a thick rope of cum into the depths of Kayode's ass, filling him up and painting his insides with my hot, sticky essence. Kayode's eyes go wide as he feels the warmth of my cum inside him, his own orgasm following close behind. His body jerks and convulses, his cock spurting cum across the table, his hole tightening around my shaft as if trying to draw out every last drop. The sensation of being filled and bred by me, his friend, is overwhelming. Kayode lets out a scream that's part pleasure, part pain, and all raw need. My body goes slack as I empty myself into Kayode, my eyes rolling back in my head. The feeling of my cock pulsing inside my friend's ass, the tightness that's been with me for so long finally giving way to release, feels so good. I am lost in the moment, the pain of my own ass being ravaged by Dave's thick cock momentarily forgotten. But the reprieve is short-lived as Dave's grunts become louder, more insistent. I feel the man's cock swell even further, his shaft grinding over my prostate with a pressure that's almost too much to bear. His cock thrusts so deep in me, so big and thick. And then, with a roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the hotel, Dave cums, his hot seed filling my ass with a force that makes me scream. The thick, sticky cum spurts deep inside me, coating my raw, torn tissue within me. The sensation of being claimed so completely by this brutal, primal force sends me spiraling over the edge, a second orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I am having an anal orgasm, just after I came in Kayode's hole. I feel my body spasm around Dave's cock, my muscles clenching and releasing in a desperate bid to milk every last drop from the man's swollen balls. Dave's grip relaxes, and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction as he pulls out, his cum dribbling from my abused hole, mixed with my red ass fluids. My legs give out, and I collapse onto Kayode. My breathing is raw, hard panting. David's seed leaks out of me, mingling with the cum that already coats my thighs. Kayode watches through half-closed eyes as Dave steps back, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. David's chest heaves with exertion, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looks down at the two of us. He reaches down and runs a thumb through the mess on the table, over Kayode's hole, to mine, bringing the cum that's leaking from us and pressing it all inside of me. I can feel his sticky thumb pushing into me, massaging all the mixed cum from more than a hundred men inside my hole. He laughs. The air is silent except for the harsh breathing of us three, thick with the scent of sex and the coppery tang of blood. My ass feels like it's on fire; the piercing has left several small tears that now burn with the residue of Dave's climax. A sticky, uncomfortable reminder of the brutal fucking I've just endured. Dave steps back, grabbing my underwear that's lying on the ground and wipes his cock clean on it, making my underwear sticky and full of cum. "You two make a fine pair of cum dumpsters," he sneers, his voice thick with disdain. "You're both so eager to be filled up, aren't you?" He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound that echoes off the hotel walls and palm trees. Kayode and I lay there, panting and trembling, our bodies a mess of cum and sweat. We can't even find the energy to protest as Dave says his goodbye, his words a parting shot that stings like a slap. "You know you'll both be bent over soon again," he adds with a wink, as if the thought of them being fucked is the most delicious secret he could share. Our eyes follow him as he walks away, the sound of his steps on the concrete a fading echo in the dark. We are left alone, our asses still quivering from the relentless assault. Kayode's voice is barely a whisper when he finally speaks. "Jake... please... you need to get back to your hotel room and rest before... before others pass by." His words are slurred, his mouth dry from the exertion. I nod, my own eyes glazed with the pain and pleasure that still resonates through my body. Slowly, I pull my cock back out of Kayode's hole, taking some loads of cum with me, with a plop, dripping down his ass onto the table. Kayode pushes himself up a bit with all the power he has left, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on my mouth. "Thank you," he murmurs, the words thick with emotion. Kayode's own voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks. "Thank you for being here, Jake, really. For... for sharing this with me... for being my friend. For... for everything." The words are a stark contrast to the brutal scene that has just unfolded. "Now go," he whispers again. "Leave me; I deserve this punishment. Go..." while he falls back onto the table, his arms still chained to it. I can feel a tear running down my eye and cheek as I watch him. I turn around, grabbing my sticky, cummy underwear as I pull it on, feeling Dave's cum on my ass, cock, and balls. Whit my shorts in my hand, I walk off into the darkness, not looking back. Just leaving him there. ready for another predator that takes his ass. I run back to my hotel room, and crash into my bed. My ass still leaking in my sticky underwear. I feel fulfilled, used, tired and sorry for Kayode as I fall into a deep sleep.

Hi Guys: Thanks for all your kind words over the years about my story "The Ten." Here is my final chapter...and although this story is coming to a close, I will be back with more exploits of different guys, different situations, in the future. Thanks again! **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** FINALE: INSIDE THE BLUE TENT Once the bedroom set had been delivered, I made good use of it getting more guys into the brotherhood. Josh from Alaska, newly pozzed and highly toxic with my potent strain, recommended me to a few of his buddies who wanted the bug from the original source and I gladly complied, bringing a total of 9 other Alaska dudes into the poz world, my HIV strain working their bodies over and, most crucially, imposing the need to seed onto their minds. A few months later, when Josh texted me a link to a story in an Anchorage paper about an unexplained rise in Alaska HIV infections, I just smiled and took quiet pride in helping my newly poz brothers, and making plans with Eric for a 7th X tattoo. As for Furniture Guy Tom and I had met a few times at his studio and I even brought a couple of co-workers to buy some custom pieces from him. We also met for coffee and long walks a few times. One such time, he got very emotional and finally revealed the reason that, despite the instant and obvious attraction, he pulled away from me that evening at his workshop. “I was on PrEP pills for awhile, but I had a bad reaction to it. The doctor switched me to the once-a-month injection but still I had bad side effects…my body just couldn’t take it. So, when I saw all your….body art…” he said, trailing off. “So you know what it all means, then? My tats and the Xs? Did they freak you out a bit?” “Yeah, I think I know…a couple of my buddies chased it and caught it, and if that’s what they wanted, good for them, I guess. And a couple more guys I know weren’t really looking for it, but just lax in taking PrEP and eventually they turned up poz.” “So, you’re neg and not on PrEP and you don’t want to be poz, right,” I asked him, taking hold of his hand which trembled a bit in mine. I brushed a wisp of his hair back behind his ear. “I like you, Tom,” I continued “A lot. I haven’t felt a real connection like that with anyone in a very long time. And although I love my life and I have no regrets or qualms about my sex life and what the impact of it is, I knew I always would want to try a relationship again.” “Randy, I feel the same way about you…and I want us to be together. But, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be poz, and I know you don’t or won’t ever use condoms.” “No, that’s true, I won’t ever have a condom on me, or in me. Never. Men are meant to spread their seed.” “How many have you…how did you say it last week…’brought into the brotherhood?,’” he asked me, looking up from his empty coffee cup. “You know what these X’s represent,” I asked him. As he shook his head “no,” I filled him in on their meaning. “I’m part of an informal club called “The Ten.” It started with a dare, really, to poz up 10 willing chasers and then we’d get an X tattooed across our abs. I have 6 Xs now, Tom, and when I go to San Francisco next week, I’m getting my 7th tattooed. I’m pozfather to over 70 guys that I know about, and those 70 guys have spread it to countless others. And I’m not even nearly the most prolific member of the Club. We’re all super multiple cummers with huge loads, and spreading HIV is such a thrill, our cocks never go down until we’ve shot multiple toxic loads -- my buddies Eric and Keith and Sir Mack are well over 100 known pozzings…and hundreds more unknown ones.” “Wow, I had no fucking idea this was even a thing!” he exclaimed. I knew some guys chased it but not that there was an organized effort like that!. That’s amazing, Randy, but I gotta say, I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.” “That’s fair, Tom,” I told him, “it’s not for everybody, but it is growing in popularity and interest. We’ve even got a stall at the Folsom St Fair next week, and we’re setting up a space in a big tent, kind of an after-party for anyone we meet at the Fair who wants an upgrade. It’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Just thinking of the future mass pozzings we’re gonna spread makes my cock strain in my jeans and Tom reaches down under the table to touch it which sends it to even a harder, more engorged state. “I think I understand, Randy,” he said quietly, “but I don’t want to be poz…” he trailed off and looked up at me and then I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with the hot furniture maker, anywhere further than coffee dates, anyway. It was an impasse I knew we couldn’t overcome. We parted that day with a long hug, and he turned down the street resignedly. I honestly didn’t know when – or whether, I’d see him again. I got in my usual gym session and got back home to get on a Zoom call with my poz brethren about Folsom St Fair – we made some final arrangements about the profile cards we’d be handing out, and the plan was in place. A week later, flying down to SFO, I was abuzz with anticipation about the booth at the Fair and the special surprise we had for the lucky chasers. In my mind, I had turned the page on Tom, so although I was sad about not being with him, I was eager and ready to bring some more guys into the wonderful world of the poz brotherhood. Setting up the booth was easy – our banner ‘Join The Ten,’ with a large reflective biohazard symbol shined in the sun. Eric, Keith, Sir Mack and I stripped off our shirts to display the tats signifying us as mass pozzinators. As the temperature heated up, we lost our leather shorts and stood at our booth proudly displaying our pierced pozzing weapons for all to admire. A few guys who stopped at our booth walked away in disgust, shaking their heads as they went, but many, many more were intrigued and we handed out our profile cards which displayed our stats like baseball cards: Last known Viral Load, how many pozzed, tattoos, etc…This brought more interest and we made a few more appointments for later for them to join the club. Interest was high…an hour in, Caleb, the 19-year old Berkeley student I pozzed along with his twin brother, strolled by and we reconnected with a loud recharge pozfuck right in the street against a chain-link fence, my poz cock unleashed the first of many toxic loads into the twink’s poz hole. Passers-by watched and stroked their cocks and recorded the Caleb’s recharge for social media, hashtag #TheTen☣️ Other guys passed by all afternoon, either taking one of our cards or proudly showing off their own poz tats, a sea of biohazard symbols, + signs, blood droplets, scorpions, and a few simply with the words POZ or HIV or AIDS emblazoned across their skin. One hot guy had his cock tattoed with a rattlesnake spewing venom, and I took the opportunity to go back to my Caleb-fucking spot against the fence and bent over to take his poison snake up my infected hole, his weapon spraying 8 or 9 shots of pure HIV into my hole. At last, the Fair was winding down. We made a few more appointments for the conversion treatment for later, and we packed up and made our way over to the notorious Ringgold Alley, where the tent was set up in the parking lot of a warehouse owned by somebody Eric has pozzed years earlier. As we walked up, we spied our special guest, filmmaker Todd Verow, himself a bug-chaser, setting up his video equipment. All the invitees who consented to be filmed would get their poz upgrades recorded so they could look back on the proud moment when HIV entered their bodies and changed their lives! Todd is a hot fucker himself and of course, we were gonna take the opportunity to bring him into the brotherhood as well, once the filming was done. The tent was divided into 2 sections, the first of which was lined up with mattresses, fuck benches and a sling, and the second had three portable medical exam tables arrayed one by one. I walked in to see the Idealistic Young Doctor there, wearing an open lab coat and nothing else but a fat metal cockring. He was readying alcohol pads and syringes for his part of the process. On the right side, I saw my brother mass infectors Eric, Keith and Sir Mack hard and stroking their cocks, each of them pierced, engorged and ready to breed. Between them, over 200 chasers had been infected with their strains of HIV and those 200+ men spread their seed all over the world, infecting thousands more. I took my place alongside them, greeting each with a deep kiss and a tug on their cocks, appreciating what they had all done for me and how together we had some small part in the burgeoning normalization, appreciation and enjoyment of HIV in gay circles. At the precise time of 5:00pm, our first appointment arrived. “Welcome,” Doctor Matthew announced. “Are you Blake?” Blake, a young twink of about 22, nodded and the Doctor ran through the choices: First, you get to decide which of these 4 hot poz men will breed you – they’re all super toxic. Then, once he has deposited his load in your hole, we’ll complete the process with some blood fresh from him to you. Here, sign this form and then pick your pozzer.” Blake studied each of our profile cards which we handed out at the Fair, while Todd readied his camera to zoom in on the guy’s neg hole; finally Blake selected Sir Mack as his pozfather, leaning over the fuckbench. Mack, the most prolific pozzer among us (as well as the most-toxic), then opened the festivities with a brushing of Blake’s neg hole, preparing it for the life-changing serum he would infect the guy with. This was followed by a brutal fucking from Sir as he drilled his fat toxic cock deep into the young guy’s guts. Blake winced and yelped at the anal invasion, but Mack just drove it in harder, covered the kid’s mouth and held his head down into the fuckbench. Pretty soon, our next appointments filtered in, staggering every 10 minutes. I got the 2nd customer, Davis, a 30-ish Asian dude with barely a hair on his body, except for dark circles of fuzz around his neg hole. I was pre-cumming already and lubed up my unmedicated pole with the precum that was swimming with my HIV, readying the guy’s hole with a quick brushing. A few brushes in his pussy completed, I drove my weapon deep into his fuckchute, precumming all the way and in no time I was balls-deep in the guy, bringing him roughly into the poz brotherhood – well, if my toxic load didn’t do it, the blood slam coming up surely would. Just the thought of it got my cock harder and with urgency and precision, sprayed 10 shots of venomous seeds into the dude. I wasted no time in dragging him over to Doctor Matthew, who was just finishing up with Blake, a syringe of Sir Mack’s blood freshly drawn from the infected Master and shot into the arm of the young lad Blake, completing his conversion and marking him as a poz breeder. Tears of gratitude streamed down Blake’s pretty little face, for he knew now his goal was achieved, and quest was completed. Filmmaker Todd handed him a video card of the conversion and off Blake went to spread the wealth. Matthew moved along to me, I reclined against the exam table while my victim Davis lay on it, wiped out from the brutal fucking he received from me, my unmedicated load seeping into him and I watched Doctor withdraw a syringe of my blood from my arm and inject it into Davis who trembled and whimpered a bit, but took the conversion well. I could see Eric and Keith deep inside the next customers, Sir Mack, having pozzed Blake now, moved over to the waiting area but was soon called over to breed the next guy. And so it went on and on, one or more of us continuously breeding the chasers with our poz loads and then our poz blood. Doctor Matthew stroking his cock all the time he was administering the treatment to the chasers, a couple of times, the doctor’s own poz load shooting into the face and mouth of the guy as he inserted the needle with the poz blood. Filmmaker Todd, meanwhile had filmed each conversion – all the guys so far consented to the filming – and by the 3rd hot poz breeding, Todd had one hand on his camera and the other on his hard thick negative cock. Todd knew he’d be upgraded to poz tonight but first we had 20 more appointments lined up. Now, all of us poz brethren are ever-hard multi-cumming machines, but to make sure we stay that way during the long session, each of us took a Trimix shot from Doctor Matthew before we had begun. Our cocks were so hard and rigid, even after cumming and pozzing multiple guys, I was hoping for some walk-ins who maybe heard what was going down in the blue tent on Ringgold Alley. Pretty soon, the pozzing extravaganza was almost over, it was a blur of neg holes getting fucked and inseminated and syringes of red poz elixir taken from us and injected into willing bugchasers. And even though my cock, by Todd’s count, had shot 9 loads, it remained rockhard and leaking, waiting for the next. Finally, the “next” was Todd himself, who assumed position on the mattress, riding Eric whose fat poz pole pistoned up and down into Todd’s beautiful neg ass. He leaned forward over Eric, making the classic opening for a double-fuck. I wasted no time, beating out Sir and Keith into the prime double penetration position and my own stiff infected cock drilled into Todd’s quivering asshole, alongside Eric’s and we soon had our alternating strokes, deep into the filmmaker’s cunt. I could feel Eric’s cock against mine, his 0g PA clanking against mine. Gradually, Eric began to shake and shudder and with a loud explosion, he shot huge streams of his full-blown AIDS deep into Todd’s gaping hole. I knew I was right behind him and without any delay, my own toxic cock impregnated him as well. Doctor Matthew, watching this hot scene, rushed over with 2 syringes. “Stay as you are, guys,” he commanded, and he quickly drew another syringe of Eric’s venomous blood and one of mine, and with our cocks still hard and leaking up inside the filmmaker, injected Todd with them both at the same time. Keith, videotaping this event for Todd, proclaimed “Welcome to the Class of 2025!” “You’ll never know for sure who your Poz Daddy is, Todd,” I whispered into his ear, giving him a little more push inside him with my bugged-up cock. Eric’s AIDS-pole joined me in driving deeper into the guy’s ass. We know we have just pozzed Todd, fulfilling his wish after years or trying to poz up. He is one of us now! Now, I am truly wiped out, and after our joint infection of filmmaker Todd, we dismount and Eric and I collapse into each other’s arms. Todd, not satisfied, being the cumwhore that he is, brings over Sir Mack and Keith and they proceed to double-fuck and breed him as well, also taking syringes of their blood from Doctor Matthew as well. He is good and truly pozzed now! We are just about to close up shop, pridefully recalling the over 25 guys we have pozzed here with our loads and our blood, laughing at the sheer depravity of it all, when, with my back turned, I hear a familiar voice. “Sorry, my plane was delayed. Am I too late?” It’s Tom. MY Tom. “There’s only one guy I want it from, if that’s OK,” he says, walking over to me. He’s got on leather chaps and his ass, which to this point, I’ve never seen before, is round and beautiful and just waiting for plundering. “What are you doing here,? I ask him, stunned to see him. “You sure about this,” drawing him in for a deep tongue kiss. “Totally,” he whispers, “and you have to do it for me. I don’t want to be without you in my life, and I want to share it all with you, including your strain.” “OK, but let’s skip the blood slam this time,” suddenly switching into romantic mode, “I’m super toxic and my loads will be enough.” After a deep loving fuck, I blew my load up Tom’s hole, feeling full and truly wiped out. Eric, Mack, Keith, Matthew and Todd all broke into a round of applause. As I kept my leaking poz cock deep inside his guts, we kissed deeply and I knew then my purpose was to spend my life with him, sharing what was now “our” strain, and laughing to myself at the irony of it all; for although I had spent so many years pozzing up chasers, it was a non-chaser who ended up capturing me.

G sensed my panic. My eyes shot wide open, staring right into his. We had been discovered! He didn't seem too concerned, and for a brief moment I wondered how many men he had bedded in this clearing. How many asses had been changed forever in this picturesque place. "What the fuck!?!" Wait, I recognized that voice. Where did I know it from??? And from what direction was it coming? Could they see me? My face? Was I about to be exposed as some pervert in the woods? "Well damn, this is HOT!" Even worse, I realized we had been watched by someone who enjoyed what he saw before him. G broke our extended kiss, and moved up to straddle my stomach. I was pinned under him, my cock smashed against my own groin by his beefy ass crack which now straddled it perfectly. I was rock hard of course, but I had no access to relieve my own throbbing member. "You should take a load off. Or, shoot one off." G said, with a chuckle. I realized he must have known or recognized who it was. And he was inviting them to join in. "Don't mind if I do!" I heard the rustling of clothes being quickly discarded, and I could tell the unknown figure was beginning to straddle the log right behind G. Gerry leaned forward and I realized he was preparing to take a cock up his own ass! No wonder he was so far gone, with his filthy strain! He was just taking cock and cum from anyone who happened to stumble across. I became immediately aware of the cum leaking from my hole and realized it was even MORE noxious a brew than I had initially feared. And yet, I had misread the situation a bit. I felt a hand pull my hard cock free from under G, his forward lean having exposed most of it. The hand stroked it a few times, and then let it fall forward--my helmet lodged right at the opening to G's ass. My cock head was still slick with my own cum, and the hand held it steady as G leaded backward ever so slightly. The stranger pulled his hand down, retracting my foreskin as G's ass lips parted and accepted my cummy, sensitive pink head. I felt his ass lips close around the ridge where my head met my shaft, and then he stopped. The stranger released my cock, and reached down for my legs and began pulling them up. As he raised them, my cock began sliding into G's ass as my pelvis rose. I felt my hole rise and expose itself to the unknown quantity behind G, and I realized that this person was going to fuck ME, as I fucked G. A cock head pushed forward into my ass, past my swollen ass lips and through an opening that still hadn't quite fully closed. No lube was needed, and the stranger placed about 3 inches in me before stopping and shuffling himself forward. Each movement of his body pushed more of his cock into me. It wasn't quite as thick as G's, but it seemed to push through my second ring just as he bottomed out. Quickly the cock began to develop and in-and-out rhythm, sliding effortlessly on a blanket of foul seed that coated and continued to leak from my hole. The cock was hard as a pipe, and I could tell from the raspy breathing that this person wouldn't last long. The constant thrusting and withdrawing had created a rhythm of movement for my own dick, as it slid in and out of G. G, of course, was rocking himself forward and backward to meet the thrusts the stranger was creating. I knew I wouldn't last long myself, and I felt my balls begin to pull up just as the stranger's did as well. We exploded in unison, his cock lodged deep in my hole, G's ass clamped on mine. I fought not to black out from the intensity of the sensations, my ass throbbing on a random cock that was exploding in my ass at the same time my own ejaculate rocketed into G. The sensation was intense, and I felt a burning deep inside me as the cum roared forth from my piss slit into G's ass. I was partially successful, as I remained conscious but found myself unable to process the sounds and sights around me for a moment. As I came around that minute or two later, the cock in my ass had resumed its rhythm and my own had softened to the point where I was falling out of G, spent. G looked into my eyes and smiled, and slowly pulled forward and allowed my cock head to fall down onto my stomach with a wet plop. I looked down and saw a blob of white cum land on the underside of my cock head; it had leaked from G's hole--I had cum a ton. He slowly began to dismount me, sliding off the log to my right. And as he drifted to my side, I realized the stranger holding my legs, and deep-dicking my ass... was Dirk. It all made sense now. If G knew Dirk, then Dirk must be poz as well! He wasn't thin, he was wasted from disease. Those purple blotches all over his body must have been lesions, and I assumed he was just as toxic as I now knew G was. And then I remembered those same lesions had been present on Ryan and Drew, who Dirk was friends with. I began to realize that likely every load I had taken over the last week or so was quite likely toxic cum. G confirmed it. "This is an old friend of mine, his name is..." "Dirk." I managed to croak out. G looked at me puzzled, then looked at Dirk who met his gaze and smiled. G realized we knew each other, and there was likely only one way that could have been. "Wait, so you know Dirk? When did you two meet?" "Last night," Dirk coo'ed. "Oh my god this ass is as good as I remember it, though a good bit looser. How long were you in it, G?" "Three loads long," he responded. "And he knows now." "Oh good, I tried not to spill the beans, wasn't sure if he was just another slut I'd never see again last night. Didn't want him runnin' to the doc!" "Oh I tagged him last weekend, so he's well past that out." "FUUUUCCCKKKK..." and with that I felt Dirk slam and twich as he unloaded a second time in my ass. "God, I love shooting my cum inside a neg bottom. IS he neg?" G chuckled and looked at me. "I think he WAS neg." "I was..." I heard myself say, almost ruefully. "Well, if you've been taking G's loads, you definitely won't be. And mine won't help you at all," Dirk said with an evil smile as he continued to twitch inside my hole. "You look a bit rough, just like last night, so I'm guessing there's a good chance you're already converting. G's seed is pretty powerful, and it never takes long." My head tilted toward G, and I felt a tear escape on that side of my face. He stepped forward and wiped it away as he knelt down and planted his lips on mine for a moment. "Oh my, G, have you actually fallen for one???" My lips were freed, and as G stared into my eyes I heard him reply. "Yeah, I think I found a keeper. But it has to be a two-way feeling." My eyes were locked on his, and I didn't know how to respond. Dirk was still lodged in my ass, and I felt his dick twitch again. I felt the blood flow begin to return to my own cock. "I..... don't know. This is all happening so fast. I'm... not even sure how all this happened." "Well, I know it's been a lot to take in," said G, "and I would like it if we could talk about it, unless you already know you have no further interest." Dirk was gently rocking back and forth just a bit, his cock slightly softened but still buried in my ass. My own cock twitched a bit. "Oh, I'm not sure he's disinterested..." Dirk said with a smirk. He reached forward and took my hardening cock into his hand. His cock was sliding in and out, hardening itself in anticipation of a third chance to cum inside me. "Maybe I should leave you two to it. A lot to discuss I'm sure. Just give me a minute here..." He went into overdrive, clearly motivated to dump and go. His cock was thick enough and long enough I could feel it really punching through my second ring in a rapid staccato. The determination was evident on his face, and as used and worn as my ass and first hole were, my second hole was crying out. I must have had a pained expression on my face because G leaned in and took my hand. "It's okay, he'll be done soon," he promised. "Dirk's third load comes fast." And cum it did. In just a matter of minutes gone by, Dirk slammed deep and hard and I felt a warmth spread deeper into my bowels than it had before. I knew new recesses of my colon were being exposed to the foulest of seed in that moment. As with each load before it today I offered no resistance, simply taking it into me. He twitched for a couple of minutes, then withdrew. His cock was coated in cum, and I noticed it was streaked with pink. Between him and G, my ass had been torn up pretty well, and it was now swimming with virus. G leaned over and swallowed him whole, sucking the cum off his ass in a few passes. Dirk pulled his clothes back on, his wasted body swimming in his tshirt and shorts, and with a quick step into his sandals he was off. G stood and straddled the log, positioning himself right back where he had started. His cock was hard again. He reached down and grabbed my legs and pushed them slowly to my chest. I instinctively took hold of them and held myself in position, as he reached down and, pulling his foreskin back, hilted himself balls deep in one thrust. "So, I should probably start..."

My cock got lots of time stealthed at a gloryhole in an public toilet at Walton Bridge (UK) It was an old cottage 24 hours open, very smelly and dirty. It had 2 long metal urinals and 3 cubicals with doors. Both walls had perfect gloryholes. I rememberd the first time... The guy invited my cock with showing me his open mouth and tonge wiggeling. I stuck my cock trough the GH and his warm wett mouth wraped my cock perfectly.... I did not feel any teeth. After a while he stopped did something and came back taking my cock all the way in starting milking my cock again in a perfect way. After a while I took my phone to take some pictures of my cock beeing sucked, put the light on and saw that my cock was sliding in and out his very slippery ass, creaming my cock with other mens cum..... I could smell the cum. At that moment I did not get angry because the feeling of fucking was soo fucking nice. I let him finisch me off and get my load up his ass. I have visited that cottage after that allmost every day after work or evenlate nights. There where allways guys cruising for cock there.

Part 3: Some Regrets? Hey guys. Sorry its been a while since i finished telling my story here. Some of you have been very supporting. A few of you sent me messages because my spellings arent always good. Im not book smart, but I am smart. And im not a flamer! You know how I would get exicited by Troy (hiv dude) buttfucking me? Well, I kinda had to stop for a while right? I started feeling stupid about what I did and wanted. I got myself tested and all and I came out negative and I figured I was over all that then. Good! He texted me and call me and I tried to ignore him. I finally called him back and we had a long talk. I cant get hiv fucked into me anymore, i tred to explan to him. I do like Troy. He's fun and super sexy and hes understanding. But he couldnt get how I begged him for aids cum and why i let him buttfuck me twice already. I guess I was a little confused. I told him the sex was great! Nobody fucked me like him. It felt so good! but im afraid to get sick. Troy said that I confused and he could help. He said I liked to get hiv dicks in my butt and I was afraid to admit it to myself. I dont know. I didn't think so. I just got carried away when he fucked me right? Anyways he said he could test me to see if I wanted hiv or not. He said he'd fuck me with a condem on and if I liked that, then I didn't really want hiv dick inside me. I was uncertain but this was a safe way for Troy to buttfuck me and I missed that. So I agreed to the test. Then he came over. This time, he put a condem on first and lubbed it and then put it in me. "Im going slow and not deep" he explaned to me. It felt weird. I dont like how condems feel, but I wanted him to fuck me more. I couldnt even get hard. He tried putting more lubbed into me than fucking me some more. It didn't feel all that good. I told him maybe he should go more deep and pound faster and hard. He said that he couldnt fuck me fast, hard or deep because the condem would break and i might get pozzed. I was kinda frustrated. You know what? He kinda surprised me bc he took off the condem and put his big dick into my butthole! "hey what ru doing?" i kinda yelled to him. he said that he was testing me and asked if I like this better. I didnt know what to say because yeah it felt better but i didnt want aids anymore. "I dont know!"i told him. And then he put it in deeper. Oh God! It felt amazingly! "You shouldnt fuck me with your poz cock" I tried to tell him. But, then I got a boner right away. Why did Troy have to make me get a boner? He asked me if i wanted him to stop and put the condem back on. Oh shit! This isnt what i thought was gonna happen. "You gave me a boner!" I told him. He explaned that I got a boner because I like poz dicks in me raw. Maybe that was true? I was very turned on and I couldn't tell him to stop. He gave me the choice to tell him to put on the condem again or to ask him to fuck me with his poz cock. omg! i didn't want to make that choice! he just stopped with his dick half-way into me. "whats it gonna be?" he asked me. I felt kinda scared but also good then. "buttfuck me!" i said. and he didn't start up again. "with what?" he asked. oh damn, he was gonna make me said it. "fuck me with your poz cock" I said. And then he slammed it in! And he started fucking me hard and fast. "I knew you wanted my hiv cum!" he said with smiles while he did more poundings. "That feels great!" I had to tell him. His dick was so big and he put it in me so right. "It feels better when you try to give me aids" I admited to him. Troy said I loved to ask him for hiv cum. And I guess I did. When I asked for it, he gave me more deep poundings. I cant believe he made me want it all again. "i want your aids cum!" I yelled so that he would keep pounding me. "I know you do" he said while he went on to buttfuck me even more! you know what he did next? he took his dick all the way out of my hole and then jammed it all the way in. my god! that fucking felt awesome! he pulled it out again. "what do you want?" he asked me and waited. "HIV!" I yelled back and then he jammed it in again. He did the same thing again, "what do you want." And I said "your aids cum please!" and jammed it into me again! "you're gonna make me cum!" i told him. And then he lifted my legs up all the way and pulled me as close to him as he could and said he was gonna fuck me as deep as he could. "You're gonna get aids from this!" he said and then I felt him so deep in me. Oh god. He was trying to give me aids cum. I knew it! I started to shoot my cum and it hit me in the face! That just made Troy slam faster and harder. "You're getting HIV!" he said real loud like and I felt him shoot cum deep into me! after all that, he stayed the night with me. I knew what I wanted then. And he knew how to give me it!

Hot. Love reading about the descent. We start out as virgins. Always craving... Something. Something we can't name. The we get our first encounter. Maybe we give some guy a clumsy blowjob. But we get a taste for it. We surrender our cherry hole. It hurts. Oh fuck it hurts. But it sets off something inside us as well. After he pulls out, we feel an emptiness. We want it again and again. Still painful each time but each time more and more amazing. Maybe we feel guilt. Maybe at war with ourselves. Need to stop. No! I need it again. Fear fights desire. Determination fights our desperation. Until we will do anything to feel a dick inside us again. No condom? Well... Just this once. I'm safe, are you? All leading to the inevitable. The surrender, the fuck, the cum. The sensation, the pleasure, even more intense. The feeling that you have truly given yourself to another man. No barriers. The feeling of his warm seed inside you. Maybe you try to play safe again. But it's not the same anymore. You want it raw. And you will do anything to get it. A little less picky about his age or build or looks. A little less attentive to his status. Until, on some level at least, you don't care. Maybe you even want him to be poz. The risk. The reward. And then, someday, that moment your doctor says he has news for you. You know what it is. He wants you to be sad. Maybe you are as reality sets in. But there is also that relief. I don't have to worry anymore. Maybe that elation. Even pride. You've crossed over. Welcome to the brotherhood.

I am this way either top or bottom, and it increases in magnitude if we flip, the ultimate is if we breed each other. The thrill I get knowing I'm getting bred by a man that I just bred or am breeding a man that has just bred me, it pretty close to pure nirvana for me, nothing else I've done sexually even comes close.

I need a top like Troy to fill my ass with their Poz dick raw and get me to beg them to breed my neg ass full of their sticky hot toxic seed🥵☣️😈🦂🥵

I LOVE how a jock frames a hot ass, I wear them all summer for a week or 2 at a time. Lots of boys want to smell my jock musky jock while I'm fucking them.

An important part of being a "cumdump" is to accept all loads. I sometimes see in saunas bottoms that are very picky of who breeds them. That's not a cumdump.

I’m with you totally up to my top as a total bottom I am there for him and can cum wherever he wants to I just make sure I don’t waste any. If it’s in a condom I suck it out, if it’s all over me I scoop it up And stick ick it in my mouth.

As i do bareback only i think that early or late i will get pozed (if it’s not yet occured). I don't want to get positive but when i'll get it, i'll deal with it.

I live for the load in my pussy. When it leaks out I get a boner looking forward to the next breeding.

this + that luckily the good outnumber the bad or else why would we even keep trying 😜 but i'd had plenty of experience under my belt before the apps, and then like my first dozen online hookups were each a disaster in their own way and i almost gave up. but then the good hook ups started happening. oddly, the better the guy sound online the worse the hook up and some of the best sex i've ever had is showing up blind to do god only knows what at some guy w a blank profile's hotel room and "mystery date!" a total hunk answers the door and proceeds to rock my world 🤣

What a hot story makes me instantly hard. Love it.

Jay stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting a soft glow on his bare chest. He had spent the night at Doug's place, and the intimacy they had shared still lingered in his mind. He needed to freshen up, but first, he wanted to brush his teeth. He opened the medicine cabinet, the small mirror on the inside reflecting his face back at him. As he rummaged through the shelves, he noticed the usual array of toiletries: toothpaste, mouthwash, painkillers. But something was missing. There was no PrEP. Jay frowned slightly, his mind racing. Seeing its absence here, in Doug's bathroom, sent a ripple of curiosity through him. He closed the cabinet and brushed his teeth, the minty foam filling his mouth as he tried to push the thought aside. But it nagged at him, a small seed of intrigue that he couldn't ignore. He found Doug in the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Doug was leaning against the counter, a mug in his hand, his hair still tousled from sleep. They were both still naked. He looked up as Jay entered, a small smile playing on his lips. "Morning," Doug said, his voice rough with sleep. "Morning," Jay replied, leaning against the doorway. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask. "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Sure ..." Doug said. After a short pause, Jay went on, "I was looking for a toothbrush and noticed you don't have any PrEP in your medicine cabinet. Are you not on it?" Doug took a sip of his coffee, adrenaline surging through his body. "No, I'm not." Jay raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Are you chasing?" He asked, his tone casual, non-judgmental. "I mean, no judgment. That's how I converted." Doug shook his head, setting his mug down on the counter. "No, it's not that. I just... I don't know. Rationally I know I should. But it's never felt right. I think because it's not 100% effective. I'm going to get fucked bare, I'm driven to that. And so there would still be the anxiety. If I did convert, I'd be taking pills anyway. It doesn't feel worth it to me for the lower risk, I guess." Jay studied Doug for a moment, his eyes tracing the lines of Doug's body. He stared visibly at Doug's full erection, the way his breath hitched just a little. "But you're turned on by the chance of converting...." Jay said, his voice low, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Doug saw that Jay was judging him by his boner. His gaze dropped to Jay's crotch, his own breath hitching as he noticed Jay was hard too. "By that standard, it would seem to turn you on too," Doug countered, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, stepping closer to Doug. "Erections are a great lie detector for certain things. Okay, I'll go first. Yeah, I have a POZ fetish," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "It's why I chased. It still turns me on. I love fucking POZ sluts. I love getting POZ cum fucked into my hole from time to time. And especially I'm turned on by the thought of shooting my virus into a willing unprotected hole. Now that I know I've been shooting my cum in your unprotected ass, it's driving me wild." He reached out, his hand brushing against Doug's, the touch sending a spark between them. "But you're undetectable," Doug said. "How would you know?" Jay cocked an eybrow. "We've never discussed it." Doug paused and said, "from looking at your BBRTS profile". Jay smirked, feeling he was getting to know a lot more about what made Doug tick. "Not everything guys put on there is accurate you know. But yeah, I am. Still, it doesn't mean there's no virus in my cum. Just less than an infectious dose. And so it still turns me on knowing I've shot some of my HIV in your unprotected hole. So now you know why I'm hard. Your turn." Doug hesitated, his fingers curling around his mug. "I... I fantasize about it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "About converting, about being a POZ pig. I fantasize about those things a lot. But I feel ashamed of these fantasies. I fear I could regret acting on them." Jay's hand cupped Doug's cheek, his thumb brushing against Doug's skin. "You have to do what feels right to you," he said softly. "But for what it's worth I don't think you would regret it. I think you'd love it. For sure there are downsides of being POZ. And for sure there are guys who regret converting, but in my experience those guys either never wanted it and just got carried away or wanted it but had some unrealistic fantasy about what it would be like. But I've never come across anyone who regretted converting who had a fetish for the real thing. Like me. And I think like you." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "Anyway we have these erections. It seems a waste not to do something about them." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's touch, his words. He set his mug down on the counter, his hands gripping the edge as Jay's lips found his neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "Fuck," he breathed, his cock hardening even more than he thought possible. Jay's hands slid down Doug's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of Doug's muscles. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him closer. He could see Doug's cock, hard and ready, and he licked his lips, his own cock throbbing in anticipation. He took Doug's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip. He looked up at Doug, his eyes dark with desire. "You want this," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you raw, to fill you with my POZ cum." Doug moaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking into Jay's hand. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes." Jay stood up, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth, claiming him, possessing him. He spun Doug around, pushing him against the counter, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him back against him. He could feel Doug's ass against his cock, the heat, the need, the desire. He reached around, his hand gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his own thrusts. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, going to make you mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Please, Jay. Please." Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding between Doug's cheeks. He spat on his fingers and on Doug's ass, knowing it was still full of his cum from last night. He reached around, his fingers finding Doug's hole, pushing in, stretching him, preparing him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's fingers. Jay's fingers slid out, and he positioned his cock at Doug's entrance, pushing in, the heat, the tightness, the sensation sending sparks through him. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay's thrusts were slow at first, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He leaned down, his lips finding Doug's neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "You're mine," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Yours, Jay. Yours." Jay's thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him, claiming him, possessing him. Jay's hand slid around, gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "Cum for me, My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He came with a cry, his cum spilling over Jay's hand, his body shuddering, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay groaned, his own release crashing over him, his cum filling Doug's hole. They stood there for a moment, their breaths ragged, their bodies trembling. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. He spun Doug around, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth. When they finally pulled apart, Doug's eyes were dark with desire, his body trembling, his hole still clenching. Jay's eyes were dark with satisfaction, his body trembling, his cock still hard, still ready. Doug looked at the clock on the wall, his eyes widening. "Fuck, I have to go to work," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, his lips brushing against Doug's. "Go," he said, his voice low, possessive. "But remember, you're mine. I've marked you." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pulled away, his body trembling. He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, his mind racing, his body still trembling, still feeling Jay's touch, his words, his cum. As he left the apartment, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, of desires, of fears. He could still hear Jay's words in his ear, his voice low, possessive. "You're mine. I've marked you." He walked to work, his body trembling, his mind racing, his heart pounding. He didn't know what the future held, what this meant for him, for Jay, for them. But he knew one thing. He wanted more. He wanted Jay. He wanted to be Jay's POZ pig, his slut, his. What he still didn't know was whether he had the guts.

I tend to avoid other bottoms. The ones I've ran into want you to be a total top while they want to be a total bottom. There is typically no give and take.

The Marine and the Troll Under The Bridge 7-31-2025 I have been trying to find the courage to post this one for a long time, It is one of the reasons I was just a Breeding Zone Lurker/Reader and not a full user. For those who have liked my Sticky Situation in another forum, this is darker. Many may not like it, Most Vets will recognize the shadows that haunt us. Rest assured that this is a work of fiction with some landmarks and truisms tossed in. However, my hesitation in posting is because this could have very well happened to me. It is not a happy fantasy cum true. Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. /////////// Mike here, 21Years old, 5’11” when I stretch, 28” waist,160 Lbs. and a 7 inch cut dick and I am a Gay Marine. When I say gay, I mean in the spectrum of things, I am pretty damn gay. Or as gay as a virgin can be. In Highschool, I had eventually realized I was gay like my Uncle who at that time was also pretty damn gay. I mean I tried doing the traditional route, I dated girls in Highschool but never seemed to get as lucky as my peers, mostly it was a drain on my poor wallet. It had occurred to me that my friends might be fudging their scorecards some, but I had nothing to measure against. Marine Corps Bootcamp was not a discovery risk. Plenty of gay Recruits have earned their EGA. Boot Camp – East Coast/West Coast is pretty regimented down to 5 minute timeslices. If a Recruit has time to pop a Boner, the Senior Drill Instructor is letting his Junior DIs slack off. My uncle tells me that back in the day, female Beautiful Alluring Marines unofficially known as BAMs were only trained at PI, but then everything changed. Females were still taught makeup appropriate for the uniform, but they were expected to Shoot (Every Marine A Rifleman) regardless of sex, and both the Boot Camps in Hollywood and PI were machines that instructed Recruits in the Core Fundamentals of the Corps: Honor, Bravery, GUNG HO/Pulling Together, Combat Basics all while instilling the foundation of never leaving a Comrade Behind. Gung Ho was lifted from the Chinese, Semper Fidelis was the bedrock Prejudice of color were mostly expelled in WWII around the timeframe after Iwo. One color Mattered and it was Green (or) the flip side of that was Khaki. Old Corps Marines might dimly recall the mantra of Green Side Out, Brown side out, run in circles scream and shout. The ITV network at bootcamp was always streaming Sands of IWO Jima so that by the time a recruit graduates and goes to additional schooling or the Fleet, they have seen it around 40 times. Aviation fields were integrated with Naval Training at NAS Pensacola if you had spunk, or were otherwise worthy, and failed a technical course, you might be dropped to a less technically demanding track like Avionics would drop back to Aviation Electrical, Aircraft Engine Mechanic might drop to Airframes and Structures so as to not waste the core aviation training you already had. Mechanics who were situationally aware at the line level units were evaluated for Crew Chief or Door Gunner Duty. It was as a Crew Chief, my soul died. I had seen combat, I had even benefited from counselling during and after combat. I had lost Battle Buddies and Warrior Brothers, it was a heavy burden. Some peers had committed suicide, prevention screening was heightened. Then the event that changed my life for the worse. During a training mission a catastrophic failure which prevented any real effort to Auto-Rotate dumped 4 of us and a UH-1N into Davy Jones’ Locker. Most Marines get Water Survival Qualified at least once. Aviation crew personnel in the Marines and the Navy are required to go through the Dunker Trainer. If successfully completed, you have a 9 in 10 chance of exiting a water crash if you retain consciousness during the initial ditch. I was knocked so hard I cracked my helmet but I was conscious enough to take a deep breath and try to move towards the front pilot in command a copilot seats as the sea rushed in but the flooding and the increasing darkness fuzzed my awareness. Then I was being pulled out backwards by my flight vest and broached the surface sputtering with the other surviving crew member Joe Richwalski who said “at least I don’t have to do Mouth to Mouth” as he inflated my flotation bladder in the vest took another deep breath and dove down, his vest remaining uninflated. I dipped my aching head and tried to peer though the murk. I was panicked but mechanically preparing to deflate my vest and dive when Joe again broached the surface. We can’t reach them and turned his face away but dove again in case he was wrong. The Rescue was pretty quick during combat or training – if a tracked flight goes off grid, the response is ASAP. My debrief and report got Joe cited with a Meritorious Service Medal and my head and orthopedic injuries got me transferred from flight status to medical holding. Segregation of serious Combat Wounded Marines and those who suffer an injury as a line of duty incident is routine. If a Marine just back from deployment wraps their Motorcycle around a telephone pole while drunk, that is not usually a Line Of Duty injury. The fact that it was a mech failure of equipment with loss of life during operations training meant I was re slotted into a billet until I could be medically stabilized, evaluated and potentially medically discharged. My new Duty Station assignment was published, I was attached to Marine Barracks Annex, Washington DC. Because I had done band and music in High School, and Sound/Theater during the same period, by oddball chance I was slotted into a ‘Roadie’ billet supporting the Marine Orchestra. The in-brief/Welcome Aboard was typical but some of the specifics were non-standard. The extra decorum expected of Marines in the Nations Capitol, and the Rocks and Shoals that would get us into instant trouble. A whole list of historical infractions such as drunk Marines trying (and sometimes succeeding in the old days) of climbing the Whitehouse Fence; right down to Drunk and Disorderly; or the catchall ‘Conduct Unbecoming A Marine”. I had been low, now I was very low. Then I learned my Uncle had died. While I had affection for my parents, somehow, I loved my Uncle more. The whispers not from my parents but from the cousins was that it involved complications from AIDS or HIV. Knowing my attraction towards men, and knowing the risks, the last time I spoke to my Uncle I had asked him to take my virginity. His response after a pause, Oh Mike, I love you like you were my own son. I could not possibly, and I heard something unintelligible, and he hung up. When I came back from the funeral, I still had some leave and I went on a bender. The Gayborhood on East Capitol Street that my Uncle had once described was gone. Remington’s, Mr. Henry’s, all gone. However, there were still plenty of bars and about 01:30 in the morning, I realized as they prepped for last call that I was too broke for a hotel, and too drunk to successfully bluff my way back through the security gate. This may be redundant for Vets who know it already, but perhaps for a few it will bring into focus just how much of a burden Marines can carry. The Marine Corps was born in a Bar so a drunk marine is nothing new. I had tied one on trying to anesthetize my mind from the pain of compounded loss. To add to my woes, it started raining, then pouring rain. I huddled under one of the overpasses in despair. I was as wary as I could be but even if I got rolled/robbed they would not get much. The ever-present homeless population noticed the high and tight haircut and most kept to their selected spots but one said to scoot up the underpass slope – the chilly wind is not so bad there. He said his name was Leo and I told him my name was Mike. Leo said Marine Right? I replied yes. Leo said thank you for your service. I hung my head. What’s wrong? I assure you are not the first Marine to pause under this shelter and you won’t be the last. In my drunken state, I started recounting my story providing what a sober mike would realize was too much information. I fell asleep and became wakeful with some wonderful feelings. The rain was still pounding, my dick was out. Had Leo been blowing me? My erection had never been this hard even when jacking off and watching porn. I had no other experience to compare it to. I started buttoning up and Leo said no worries, just helping out a shipmate. I looked a silent question in his direction. ’82 he said after a bit, just before the Marine Barracks was attacked. Friends of mine went ashore from the LHAs for a card game. He leaned back over and unbuttoned my fly while keeping a wary eye on my reactions. I was silent except for a gasp as he took me into his mouth. My erection reappeared and within a short few seconds I blew a huge load down his throat and he swallowed and swallowed, suckling for a while. He must have kept a little because he pulled out a skoal can and hawked a gob into it setting it aside. He said roll over and I hesitantly complied. He pulled my jeans and shorts down and started licking my hole. I was paralyzed with fear and lust Fight or Flight did not even occur to me. My gasps were followed by groans as his tongue entered my anus. With the chill air, I felt warm and Rosy. My anus was relaxed from beer and Leo’s tongue. He stopped and moved up inserting a finger, then two, then three. He spat on my hole and I heard the skol can lid drop as he added my cum to my ass. I shuddered. He entered and not with a finger this time. The initial entry was sharp, but I was calm, and still drunk but aware. As my hole relaxed he went deeper, he was rubbing my love nut and every time my ass would clench he would sigh. Eventually he picked up the pace and his dick expanded further blowing a definite series of cum spirts up my ass. As he deflated and withdrew, he continued his soothing talk. Mike, I’m sure your Uncle would have eventually come around. Here is the gift he did not have the opportunity to give you. I’m sure he would have helped out a shipmate eventually. After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join tour Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough…. …not the end….

I don't get bottoms that change their minds about being cummed inside of, well after the top has opened them up and precum all over inside them, and done sufficient damage to the delicate inside walls for all that to soak in. Especially right at the end when the load is building up... and about to explode! Try to make sure I always communicate about what I like without overly planning things (aka pretty rock hard, will fuck really deep, will breed you, etc) to avoid these issues. But ya have had that last minute change of mind happen to me as well - as the balls were ready to send it - and ya I didn't pull out either. Maybe railed a bit deeper/harder even. Don't entirely feel good about it after - but at that moment it was too late - was full on animal.

This story is definitely in the same vein as some of my others, so hopefully won’t come across as repetitive. Credit where it’s due, inspiration came in part from this excellent short story: Closeted Construction Worker Goes Raw & Gets 19 Poz Loads ————— I had finally landed on my feet a bit, when the two years of temporary work with one of the big construction firms turned into something semi-permanent one when they won the build contract for a new office tower in the City. Regular work in a single location for at least a couple of years, meaning I wouldn’t be on the verge of the dole queue every single day. It meant early starts six days a week, but I could cope with that. It was a huge crew, and not having a specialism yet I was moved around different activities at the site quite a bit so never got to know any of the other guys much, but there was still a pub scene after the earlier noon finish every Saturday. In some ways it was easier not to be in a gang of regulars, as I could just meld in as one of the guys without anyone ever asking too many questions about my home life. Though I’m sure I’d have been fine coming out, particularly being 6’3” and muscular, I preferred to not have to bother. The closest two pubs were closed on Saturdays, but there were another couple hidden away off London Wall that stayed open until the mid-afternoon, getting some locals from the Barbican for breakfast followed by various construction crews at the end of their working weeks. We alternated between the two venues, until one of them got a bit claimed by a load of guys working on a different project meaning we tended to go to the other one. It was definitely the lesser of the two, with toilets badly needing a makeover or at least a proper clean, but it was also cheaper so that was something. We only tended to stay out for a couple of pints, though sometimes more depending on who was there. A few weeks in to the work, as we sat around a couple of small tables with our drinks I noticed two older guys at the bar who were taking it in turns to look over at us for extended periods. No-one else seemed to have seen them doing this, whereas I couldn’t stop checking if they were still gazing at us. I recognised the looks of desire on their faces, and found myself getting quite distracted by it. This got even worse when I made eye contact with one of them, as after that whenever I glanced over they were looking right at me. I got a smile from them whenever we made eye contact again, which made me both flustered as well as eager to look again. I knew what they wanted, and as I made my way through a couple of pints I grew more and more interested. Opportunities to get some action were few and far between for me, not only because the woman I rented a room from was a bit of a god-fearing battleaxe, but also because I rarely had the energy to go out somewhere else to find it. I was always done in on weekday evenings, and the lunchtime beers usually knocked me out on Saturdays. Sometimes on a Sunday I might go to a sauna in the afternoon, but I usually just found myself catching up with laundry or going back to Essex to see my mum. The prospect of having some fun before the post-beer drowsiness kicked in on a Saturday had never really occurred to me before. Guys started leaving the pub, and as the last few of us finished our beers, I said I needed to use the loo and then call my mum so they may as well head off without me. This did the trick, and once the last of them was gone I took the final gulp of my pint and then got up to head for the toilet. I glanced at the two older guys as I passed, and then went up the stairs to the gents. As I expected, I had barely started pissing when the door opened and one of them came in, standing at the urinal next to mine. He was not at all subtle when looking over at my dick. “Nice” he said. “Er, thanks” I replied, quickly finishing up. “You looking for some fun?” he asked, as I squeezed past him to the sink to wash my hands. “Yes” I said, looking down as I rubbed in the hand soap. “Our place or outside?” he asked. “Outside” I eventually said. “Great” he replied. “We’ll meet you out front.” Then he slid past me and back out the door, having never actually used the toilet while he was there. I finished washing my hands, and then paused to look at myself in the cracked mirror. I was fortunate to be happy when I looked at my reflection, not in some self-worshipping way but more that I thought I looked just fine, got told I was handsome by people all the time, and mostly took good care of myself aside from a couple of vices. Some guys at one of my first longer site jobs had started calling me Viking, because of my height, muscles, blond hair and ginger beard, and I had actually quite liked the nickname. When I started to get tattooed, I went for Viking-inspired designs that now extended down the lengths of both arms. I was hoping to start getting my back done soon too, though I hadn’t figured out what I wanted there yet. I gave my hands a quick dry, and then went back downstairs. The older guys were still sat at the bar finishing their drinks, so I headed outside onto the street and lit up a cigarette (one of the vices). I was just finishing up when they emerged, so I stubbed it out on an ashtray attached to the pub wall, and then started following them as they headed up the street. They turned down a narrow lane, and then again into an even more constricted street. This took a couple of turns, and then came to an end under a concrete walkway connecting two towers. When I caught up to them they gestured towards a very secluded gap down the side of a building, and I had a brief moment of thinking this was unwise before remembering I could easily take them both if they started any funny business. “So, hunky boy, what are you into?” asked the guy who had come up to the toilet at the pub. I hesitated, nervously lighting up another cigarette, before deciding just to say what I wanted. “I’m a bottom” I replied. “Great” the other one said. “Well, get those trousers down then.” I put the cigarette between my lips, and then undid my work trousers. I slid them down to my ankles with my trunks, and then stood up straight. “Bill, you go back there and get him ready” said the guy from the toilets. “I want a bit of that mighty cock first.” While Bill went behind me and squatted down to begin rimming and fingering me, the other one squatted down in front and began sucking my cock. It felt incredible, and I just closed my eyes and puffed on the cigarette as they serviced me. This only went on for a few minutes, before they both stood up. I turned around and leant forward against the wall, stretching my legs as wide as I could with my trousers round my ankles and then bending them quite a bit, given I was so much taller than both of them. “The slut wants it bad” Bill chuckled. “You want some poppers boy?” the other guy asked. “Yes” I replied, taking the bottle that was passed to me. As I took a couple of huffs a lubricated finger was pushed back into me, followed by a second and then a third. These were then pulled out, and replaced with the delectable feeling of a spongy cock. I took a few more huffs as I bore down, letting the dick sink into me. Whichever one of them it was immediately started to thrust back and forth, electrifying me as my prostate was rubbed. I suppressed my natural urge to groan by just panting as I was fucked. “Sean, give me a turn” Bill said. The man from the toilets, who I now knew was called Sean, pulled out slowly. Bill then pressed his much thicker cock into me, and I got back on the poppers to help me accommodate him. I could not help but groan for the first few thrusts in and out, but soon got back under control and just breathed through it. The two of them then alternated back and forth for the best part of half an hour, using my hole just the way I liked it. Sean was the first to breed me, and then as Bill fucked himself to orgasm inside me I took one hand off the wall to rub my own erect cock so that we ended up erupting at the same time. After Bill slid out of me one of them stuck their face in my hole and felched me for a minute, and then I pushed myself off the wall, pulled up my trousers and stood up straight. “Great arse you’ve got there boy” Bill said to me. “Thanks” I replied, smiling. “Anytime you want it fucked, you know where to find us” Sean said. I lit up a cigarette, and then glanced between them as I exhaled. “Anytime?” I asked. “Yep” Sean replied. “For a prime piece of meat like you, we’ll always be ready.” Being bred twice in an alley and talked about like this was seedy as hell, but I kind of liked it. “OK” I said. “Will keep that in mind.” “You do that” Bill said. We walked back up to the main road, and then they turned and gave me a little wave as they set off towards the Barbican while I veered off to Moorgate for my bus. Despite the felching I could feel a bit of cum dripping out of my hole, and it was only at that point that it occurred to me I really should have asked for condoms to be used given I had failed to keep up with my prep prescriptions. Still, that one moment was the only time I thought about it, before getting distracted when I saw a bus was coming and I started to run to catch it.

The club was also in walking distance, and when we got there we knocked on the door, gave the password to the guy that opened the hatch, and then we were in. Anticipating it might be a bit sketchy and with few facilities, I’d left all the bling at the hotel and only brought out what I would need for secret filming and lots of sex. I was quite up for giving and taking loads even if we didn’t add to our tally of soldiers behaving badly, so my hole was prepped and loosened before we set out. We had both brought balaclavas this time. The club was indeed quite skanky, but there were enough small rooms, gloryholes and larger playrooms for a decent crowd to have some fun. We stripped out of our outer clothes and left them on a bench in the largest playroom, and then went off to have some fun. I kept a long sleeve T-shirt on to hide my tattoos, with just a jock, my trainers and the balaclava otherwise. There were a couple of older guys fucking at the edge of that room, and a twink was being used by a third older guy in a sling. No-one else seemed to be around, and as I was in the mood for a cock up my arse, we went into an empty playroom so Marcus could fuck me for a bit. After a few minutes of doing this, a big man appeared next to us, and my stomach did a little jump when I felt Marcus stop thrusting and speak. “Nice schlong” he said in his funny voice. “You want to take over?” Marcus pulled out, and a moment later a new cock entered me and the guy began to pound me hard. “Fucking good hole” the guy growled. I did not need to see his face to know who this was. Between the cock in me and the voice from behind, I knew I was being fucked by Frank Cooper. He was as close to a bully as we had in the barracks, and was one of the first to use me. He was a brick shithouse of a guy, and his fucks were always rough and angry. But over time I came to the conclusion that his attitude was just a cover for the fact that he was probably gay, and his self-loathing came out in how he treated everyone else. I pitied him, but even with my own build I knew I had to put up with his advances as he could have easily beat the shit out of me otherwise. “You!” he barked at Marcus, after suddenly stopping his hard thrusting into me. “Get back there and fuck me.” Oh my fucking god. Frank took it up the arse. Frank was indeed fucking gay, and now he was about to make himself the meat in a poz sandwich. Why the fuck was I bent over in a position where I wouldn’t be able to watch this with my own eyes? Marcus slid into him without any resistance, but Frank immediately started thrusting and took full control of the whole thing. He started to groan and swear as he plundered my hole while impaling himself on Marcus, and in no time he swelled up inside me and blew his load. I contorted my body to pull away from him, and then stood beside them as Frank leaned against the wall and got fucked. He was going to take Marcus’s poz load, and mine too if I could get in there afterwards, but I felt no guilt about that. Anyone who deliberately takes raw cock in a place like that club needs to be on prep, poz already, or willing to live with the consequences. The fact that the guy had used me for years whether I wanted it or not only added to my feeling that he would get what was coming to him, and it was with a great deal of satisfaction that I pushed into his cum-filled hole as soon as Marcus had withdrawn. I pounded Frank as hard as he had always fucked me, but that seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Between the earlier stimulation from when he bred me, along with how horny the situation made me, I didn’t last long inside him and soon added my poz load to his hole. He left the room we were in immediately, but not long after we could hear him moaning and groaning from one of the other playrooms. We followed the sound, and found Frank bent over against the wall again with an older guy ramming into him. That was when I got an idea, and motioned to Marcus to stay put. I grabbed our stuff and took it to an empty private room, where I quickly set up a GoPro and then hid it under our clothes. I checked the live stream on my phone to make sure it was still capturing the scene even though the camera itself was well hidden. I also positioned myself in every way I could think of to make sure the camera was basically invisible, and then we would just have to hope that Frank did not thrash out and knock the clothing away from it. Marcus and I could probably just about take him together if he got violent, but none of us would come out of it well. I went back to the other room, and the guy fucking Frank had accelerated and was clearly about to blow. When he did, and as I had hoped, there was no-one else around to take over. “You want more loads man?” I said, putting on a voice in case he recognised my normal one. “Fuck me” Frank growled. “Not here” I said. “Got a room.” Marcus and I quickly turned and walked out of the playroom, and a moment later Frank followed us. I pointed into the room, and he went in and got down on all fours on the mattress. I went in next and squeezed down the side to get on my knees next to his head, pointing my cock at him. “I don’t’…” he muttered, looking at my cock. “You want more loads or not?” I interrupted. He stared at my cock, and then opened his mouth. I shuffled forward and he hesitantly took the tip into his mouth. I waited until he had properly engaged, and then nodded towards Marcus. He then got down on his knees behind Frank, and with the door still wide open, pushed his cock into the gaping cummy hole. Frank moaned as he was penetrated again, and then properly started to suck on my cock as Marcus began his steady thrusts. He did so with his left hand on Frank’s hip, leaving his right hand free to reach over and pull his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. He made sure the sounds and flash were off, and then took some photos and video from above to add to the footage the GoPro was capturing from the floor of the corner of the room. I had no fucking idea what we would do with it afterwards, such was the risk of Frank violently lashing out if we threatened him in person, but it was good to get this on film even if we just satisfied ourselves with having blown some poz loads in the guy as retribution. Having already blown a load, Marcus spent a long time fucking Frank before he reached his second orgasm. As he accelerated and started muttering expletives, Frank let my cock go from his mouth and began egging his fucker on to breed him. I knew the GoPro would be capturing his face clearly as he did this, which caused my dick to harden even more. This meant I was very ready to change positions once Marcus yelled out and slammed inside Frank for a final time, but I made sure we did this carefully to avoid disturbing the camera. Once I was inside the guy, I watched Frank hungrily take Marcus’s cummy cock into his mouth, any hesitation about doing oral long gone. I managed to repeat what Marcus had done, stealthily getting my own phone out to shoot some photos and videos from above, and then focused on fucking another load into the complete closet-case on all fours in front of me. He was hungry for it, bouncing back on me to meet each thrust, and I failed to show the stamina that Marcus had. I roared out as I shot my toxic load into Frank’s hole, panting as I came down from the orgasm. We had all we would need on film, so Marcus shifted over to sit on the clothes to remove any risk of the camera being uncovered as Frank got himself up and out of the room. He didn’t even look at us as he exited, marching back off towards the playrooms. As we rested in the private room, we could hear him again from elsewhere in the club which made me smile. I got my phone out, Marcus moved over and then got the GoPro out from under the clothes, and I set about saving the recording and uploading it to the cloud. That took a while on a data connection, but once it was done we grabbed our things and left the room. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around, but curiosity got the better of me and I motioned for Marcus to follow me as we headed to where Frank was now yelling out swear words. He was in a different playroom than before, and had got into a sling. What made me harden quickly was seeing that his ankles were not just resting in hoops, but had been put into leather cuffs and secured to the chains. An older man was fucking him, and either Frank hadn’t seen or didn’t care about the biohazard tattoo the guy had on his lower back. I nodded to Marcus, and we went round either side of the sling. Frank had his arms up and was gripping the chains while staring at the man who was pounding away inside him, allowing us to take hold of the leather cuffs chained up there too and quickly wrap them round Frank’s wrists and secure them before he had a chance to react. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, looking between us as the guy rammed him. We didn’t say anything, just standing back and watching as Frank struggled against the restraints. He was locked in place though, and stopped writhing when he knew there was nothing he could do despite his muscle mass. He slumped in place and took the rest of the fuck quietly, just staring at the older man when he slammed in and let out a howl as he bred the soldier. He then pulled out, grabbed a dirty towel off the bench to wipe his cock, and left the room. Marcus went over and closed the door behind him, and then came back to stand next to the immobilised Frank. I nodded to him, and we both started taking off our T-shirts. We also then pulled off our balaclavas, and Frank’s eyes went wide as he recognised us. “Frank” I said with a grin, “good to see you again.” “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Mostly fucking you” I replied. “All that time in the barracks with you fucking me, when I could have been returning the favour.” “Fuck you!” he yelled. “You already have” I said. “Maybe it’s time for us to have a third go with your sloppy hole.” “Don’t fucking touch me!” he said. “Or what?” I asked. “I’ll fucking kill you” he said. “I’m sure you will” I replied, sneering at him. “But first, let me just show you something.” I went over and got my phone, pulling up the video the GoPro had taken. I slid it along past all the time it was just filming an empty room, until the point Frank entered. Then I pointed the screen at him and let him watch as he took my cock into his mouth before being impaled by Marcus. I skipped on to the part where he was begging to be bred, and then pulled up the video and photos I had taken from above. “Already in the cloud” I said, “and I’m sure my brothers are jerking off over it right now. They’ll upload it in an hour unless I tell them not to.” Frank stared at me looking more petrified than I had ever seen him. “What do you want?” he quietly asked. “I think I’ve already got what I wanted” I said. “So maybe we should just focus on getting you more of what you want.” Marcus grinned at me, and then went back to open the door and left the room. In no time he came back with a couple of guys, one of whom rushed over to stand between Frank’s legs and then pushed his long cock inside. Although Frank clearly wanted to act defiant, he could not maintain that as he succumbed to the pleasure and intensity of taking another fuck, and by the end of it he was begging for the guy to breed him. The other man then stepped up, and I smiled as I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his shoulder blade. He had barely slid inside Frank when two more men came into the room, both younger jocks in harnesses, who patiently waited their turn to breed the guy. This gave me an idea, and I began to boot up the various apps and websites to post adverts about a trussed-up soldier taking loads at the club, for anyone who knew where this place was and how to get in. Crucially I made it clear that all loads would be taken, no questions asked, and added a biohazard emoji to the posts. Marcus and I stayed there for another couple of hours, both breeding Frank two more times each, watching him take countless more loads, and even getting a couple ourselves. We eventually decided to leave as we were tired from the long drive up, but Frank was still in the sling with plenty of guys waiting around for a chance to breed him. God knows what time he got out of there himself, but when he did so his hole would have been gaping, his innards coated with numerous toxic loads, and his world changed forever by the knowledge that we had his true self captured on film. I smiled as I thought about this dramatic turn of events, while I drifted off to a happy and satisfied sleep.

This is me, but I just now came from breeding a dude with a huge belly. I like the feeling of climbing on top of him. I like wrapping my arms all around his mass, and using the leverage to fuck him deeper. I like making him even more pregnant, and thinking of all that room for my boys to swim around looking for a home.

1. Questionnaires James woke up to hear his phone chiming. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He was in his apartment, but he didn't remember coming back. He tried to move, and discovered every muscle in his body was sore. Painfully, he reached down. His stomach was sticky with sweat and lube, and his dick was soft and limp. Bit of the night started to return to him. Conrad fucking him, as he begged Conrad to stop. Strangers fucking him as he cried in agony. Conrad laughing as he whimpered in pain. He had been nothing to these men, and they treated him like the faggot he was. He reached around, and gingerly explored his asshole with a finger. It was tender. He gasped, and learned that his throat was as sore as his asshole. Another memory returned. This time, his head was off the side of a bed, and a thick black cock was buried in his throat. It was deep enough that it choked off his oxygen. He had tried to push it away; that only got his arms tied down. He was shivering now, not so much cold as he was terrified. Conrad lived only a few doors down. He couldn't stop remembering the sound of Conrad's laugh. When he had gagged, Conrad had just laughed that much harder. Finally, he forced himself to look at the phone. The message was from Mitchell. "Audition for you tomorrow. I'll e-mail details." James tried to speak. He could barely get out a word, his throat was so sore. There was no way he could audition tomorrow in his current state. "Really bad sore throat," he wrote back. "Can barely talk." "Let me see what I can do," Mitchell texted back. James tried to stretch out his muscles; he found new areas of tenderness. There were bruises on his wrist, where he had struggled against the restraints. He had been blindfolded; the man fucking his hole had paused. The unknown man whispered in his ear. "Turns me on. Watching you struggle like that." He tried to forget what had happened next. "I want you to see my doctor," Mitchell texted. "14:00," he said, and gave an address. James looked at his phone. It was already 12:30. He forced himself out of bed, forcing himself to ignore the pain. He took a shower, and washed away the accumulated sweat, lube, spit, and cum. He felt a bit better, until he looked in the mirror. There were some light bruises on his face; he couldn't remember when he had gotten them. A further exploration of his body revealed some welts on his ass, and bruises around his ankles as well. He was numb. He hated himself, hated what he felt, hated that he had let it happen to him. He put on his clothes, and called an Uber. The office was a nondescript building in a nondescript commercial district. He went to the second floor office and walked in. There were four seats in the waiting area, only one was occupied by a muscular older man. He went to the receptionist. He was a slim Latino, and James found himself imagining the possibilities with the older man and Latino. "Hi. I'm Jim, James," he said, catching himself. The receptionist looked up; he had a thick, trimmed beard. James stuttered for a moment. "I've, I've, I've got an appointment." "Oh yes. Mitchell had booked it." He pulled out a clipboard and handed it to him. "Can you just fill this out before the doctor sees you?" He motioned for James to take a seat. As James sat across from the bearded older man, he looked him over. He was good looking, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Unfortunately, the man caught him staring, and smiled. James quickly glanced away and sat down. James tried to focus on the questionnaire, despite feeling the man's eyes on him. He read the first question. "In the past 48 hours, how many sexual partners have you had?" There were two columns of answers, one labeled "Receptive" and "Insertive." For each, there were just four options, "None," "One," "Two," and "Three or more." James circled his answers. "Three or more" for getting fucked, and none at all for fucking. He moved on to the next questions. "What forms of safer sex did you use, if any." Again, there were options, but only one applied to James. "None." James started on the next question, "What of the following have you done in the past six months?" He started to check off some of the options. He had used "party drugs," as the survey put it. He had sex with strangers. He had been restrained. The last one made him cause. "Sex without your consent (Raped)." He remembered how he had begged Conrad to stop. He remembered how Conrad had laughed. "I need to cum," he said. "That's all you need to worry about." His ass throbbed at the memory; he wasn't sure if he was horrified or aroused by it. He checked the box. But before he could go to the next page, the door opened, and two men walked out. He immediately recognized Tiago; this time in a shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. He was followed by a young black man. He was wearing black pants and under the blue polo shirt, James could see the muscles ripple with each move. "I wondered if it was you," Tiago said. Tiago smiled, and James knew that even if his memory of the time with Tiago was fuzzy, Tiago's memory was crisp and clear. "This is my intern, Fabien," he said, introducing the young man next to him. He was at most a year or two older than James. James went to stand up; he realized he was about six inches taller than Fabien. "Don't worry," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "You want to finish up the questionnaire with him?" "Sure," Fabien said. He took the clipboard, and read the answers. He turned to James. "All bottom, huh?" "Yeah," James stammered. He tried not to meet Fabien's eyes. He had all the answers right in front of him. "And all bareback, too?" Fabien asked. Tiago was standing, watching, nodding his head. James caught the stranger staring at him, and smiling. He adjusted his dick in his jeans; James could see the stranger's cock was massive. "Yeah," James stammered. He didn't want this interview to happen where anyone could see it. "You said drugs," Fabien continued. "Which ones?" Fabien wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. Even the Latino receptionist had stopped shuffling papers, and was listening. "Uh..." The entire room was focused on him. "Weed?" Fabien asked. James nodded. "GHB?" James nodded again. "Tina?" James nodded a third time. He couldn't stand to look at the stranger again, much less Fabien or Tiago. "Anything else?" He remembered Conrad telling him to snort something. "He called it vitamin K?" "That's a bunch," Fabien said. He looked at the clipboard. His eye fell on the last one. "Let's go back," he said, turning to Tiago. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go," Tiago said, helping James to his feet. "We can talk more." As the two men led James back to an examination room, James heard the stranger ask the receptionist. "You've got his number, right?" "Hell yeah," the receptionist said, as the Fabien shut the door.

I was always fascinated with guys pissing and armpit hair...I'd always angle my view so I could see the underarm up a shirt! I'd stand at group urinals and just watch men piss...of course not to long so I wouldn't get caught.

With the prospect of a prolonged session in a private home, I found myself wanting to bring out a couple of my kinks that I rarely got to enjoy. First off, I put my leather jockstrap on under my trunks as I dressed for work, and then I stashed some items in a canvas shopping bag that I stuffed into the inside pocket of my work jacket. The weather was warm enough to not need to wear it, but I went with it anyway. The jock felt a little weird while I was on site, but it was fine and definitely doable for a half-day. I went with the guys to the pub as normal, and Bill and Sean were of course there, but I quickly found myself just wanting to get out of there. So, being a bit louder than I might normally be, I stood up with my jacket and announced I was heading off, looking over at Bill and Sean to make sure they had heard. They both still had a fair amount left to drink, but they got the message and started to speed up as I said goodbye to everyone. I headed out onto the street, lit up a cigarette, and then making sure Bill saw me through the window I nodded in the direction of their alley and started walking that way. I turned into the narrow lane, and then pulled out the bag from my jacket pocket. I reached in and clasped the big chain at the bottom, pulling it out and then setting the bag and jacket down on the floor. I looked at the chain, remembering how hard it had made me when I took the plunge and bought it while on holiday in Barcelona when I was 21. It was stupid really, but I had money in my pocket after my great uncle had died and left me something in his will, and I had always wanted something like this. A kilo of solid silver was more than I had dreamed of having round my neck, but I bottled out of ever wearing it regularly and now it had become just a sort of sex kink. I put it round my neck, loving the feel of the weight on me, and then I reached down and pulled out the two other items from the canvas bag. These were two wide and thick black leather wrist cuffs, which I loved putting on to divide my tattooed arms from my hands. I donned each of those too, and then pulled on my jacket despite the warm temperature so that the accessories were all covered up. I then peeked round the corner and saw Bill and Sean walking up the main road, so I lit another cigarette and waited for them to get closer before I stepped out, keen to avoid an encounter with any of the other construction guys who might have left the pub too. “This way” said Bill, pointing up the main road as they kept walking. I fell in step behind them, smoking my cigarette as I followed them a bit further up the road, then over and into the Barbican. They headed for one of the tall towers, and once inside we got a lift up to the 15th floor. They had one of the big corner apartments, and I was really impressed when we went inside. “Wow” I said. “Right back at you stud” Bill replied, making me blush. I took off my jacket to put on a hook by the door, and heard one of them whistle. “That is quite a chain” Sean said. I turned to them and grinned, and then sexily began to strip off my T-shirt as I rocked my hips. “Fuck me” said Bill, staring at my six pack. Sean stepped over to me and gently placed a hand on my solid torso, before running it up to my chest. He then lifted the chain to feel its weight, letting it drop back onto my chest before he ran his hand down one of my arms, squeezing my bicep as he went. “I would ask if you want a shower first” he said, “but you smell fucking incredible as you are.” “Thanks” I said. “You OK to get started right now?” he asked. “Yes please” I replied. I bent over and undid my boots, kicking them off before taking my socks off and stuffing them into the boots. I then pulled down my trousers and trunks, throwing them on the floor by the door. I stood up straight, and grinned as I saw the two of them staring at my nearly naked body, with just the leather jock and my accessories on my skin. “Bedroom” said Bill, pointing at one of the rooms off the hall. “Now.” I headed into the bedroom, which was bright and airy, and then climbed up on the mattress on all fours. I heard them getting undressed, and then both of them got behind me and took it in turns to rim and finger me. Bill then came round and climbed up on to the mattress to sit in front of me, his body looking a bit gaunt but his thick cock standing to attention. I leaned in to begin sucking him as Sean started adding more fingers to my hole, and then I pulled off when Bill opened a bottle of poppers. I inhaled some, then he did the same, before I took another couple of deep huffs. I settled back to sucking him, and soon after felt Sean’s cock at my hole. Holding my breath and bearing down, I allowed him to slide all the way in, and he started to piston in and out straight away. I moaned around Bill’s cock, my big chain swaying round my neck as I was thrust back and forth, totally losing myself in how amazing it all felt. Sean did not actually last very long before he blew that first load in me, and after a change of positions, I was cleaning off his cock as Bill stretched me open wider and began to fuck. Each inward thrust had me moaning, which only got louder as he began to pull all the way out and then push back in. Eventually it all got too much and I came in my jockstrap, the clenching of my hole also bringing him over the edge for my second breeding of the day. We both then collapsed on the bed, panting to recover. Once I had my breath back I hauled myself up, taking the tissue Bill handed to me to clean up my backside a little. He got off the bed and went off to the kitchen to make us some drinks, while I padded back to the hall to get my cigarettes. I pulled my trunks on over the jockstrap, and then went into the kitchen to see if they had an ashtray they wanted me to use. Bill got me a mug from the cupboard, and then I stepped out onto their balcony and took in the incredible views over London. Bill joined me out there, with Sean eventually coming out too once he had recovered. We chatted a bit as we drank some water followed by wine, and I had a couple of cigarettes. The sun was warm and there was only a slight breeze even this far up, so it was a really nice place to be. Sean started to get a bit horny again, and began to touch my abs as I leant against the concrete rail. Then he encouraged me to turn round, and began to stroke my buttocks through the trunks. I let him slip those off me, and sensing what was about to happen, I stepped back and bent over. We couldn’t be seen from anywhere, so I felt quite relaxed about being nearly naked again. Bill fingered my hole a little, then added some more lube. He stepped up behind me and pushed in, with no need for poppers as I was still quite loose from the first session. I knew to withhold any moaning though, as we didn’t know if any of the neighbours were also outside, so I just breathed deeply as he slowly pushed in and out of me. I heard the click of my lighter and looked over to see Bill lighting a cigarette, which he took one puff off and then handed to me, and I popped it in my mouth and just enjoyed the nicotine while I was being fucked. It was a long and gentle rutting, with Bill keeping me supplied with sips of wine and fresh cigarettes throughout, all while I took in the views and basked in the sunshine. Glorious. Sean eventually blew in me, before dropping down to lick me clean. Once he was done, we had a bit more to drink, before Bill put his arm round me and walked me back through to the bedroom. He got me to lie down on my back, and Sean got a pillow to put under my lower back to raise me up. Bill then took hold of my ankles and lifted them up, before waving his cock towards my hole. My years of crunches paid off as I was able to sit up a bit and use one hand to help him find and press into me, before I lay back and focused on bearing down on him. Sean put some poppers to my nose which I gratefully inhaled, and soon Bill was buried to the hilt and began to fuck. I closed my eyes as I lay there, loving how my afternoon was going, enjoying it even more when Sean began to gently rub my torso and chest, occasionally cupping and squeezing my pecs or just running his fingers through the grooves of my abs. Bill added the fourth load of the day, and then collapsed down on the bed next to me. I reached into my jock and rubbed my own cock, but Sean then reached over and slid his hand in to replace mine. He rubbed me gently for a couple of minutes until I came, adding to the mess in there. Then he too lay down on the bed, and the three of us rested for a bit in peace. The need to go to the loo got the better of me eventually, so I hauled myself up and walked into their ensuite bathroom to relieve myself. When I was done and had washed my hands, I came back into the bedroom to find both of them now sitting on the end of the mattress. “Do you have to go?” Bill asked. “No, not at all” I said, smiling at him. “I’m yours to use all day.” “Fantastic” he said, also smiling. “Would you, er…” Bill began, before pausing. “Would I what?” I asked. “Well” he said, “we have some friends who would love to come round and join in.” “Oh, you do, do you?” I responded, smirking. “Looking to pimp me out are you?” “Something like that” Sean laughed, “if you’re up for it.” “How many friends are we talking about?” I asked. “Anything from one to five” said Bill. “Your choice” said Sean. “Better make it five” I said, smiling. “You sure?” asked Bill. “Years ago I took six guys in one night at a sauna” I replied, “so would be good to beat my record.” “You big studly slut” laughed Sean. “Guilty as charged” I replied, grinning. The two of them got on with contacting their friends, while I went back out to the balcony and settled in to a chair to relax. This day was taking a real turn but I was seriously up for it, glad to finally be getting some action again. I sat for a bit before deciding I should let my landlady know I might not be home, so popped in to get my phone and decided to pick up a bottle of wine from the fridge on the way out again. I gave her a quick call saying I was staying out with friends and might just crash at their place, then poured myself a big glass of rosé and lit a cigarette. Sean was the first to join me, also pouring himself a glass. “They’re on their way” he said. “They’re going to love you.” “Hope I am worth the journey” I said. “Oh, you will be” he said, chuckling. “They’re going to be all over you.” Bill then joined us, and we sat and chatted about not much at all as we enjoyed the wine, the sun, the breeze and the view. About half an hour later we heard the buzzer from inside, kicking off twenty minutes of more men arriving. They were all a similar age to Bill and Sean, but a range of races and heights, and all were very friendly. The admiration for my looks, my body and my chain was nonstop, but I happily lapped it all up, and eventually allowed all of the new arrivals to have a feel of my muscles. After everyone had enjoyed a glass of wine, we relocated to the bedroom. All the older guys got their underwear off, some stripping completely naked, and I decided to lose the jockstrap as it was a bit sticky inside from the two loads I had shot in there. Everyone commented on my sizeable cock, and I had to laughingly confirm that I was indeed a bottom despite being pretty well hung. We were about to get down to business when the two guys who had kept on their T-shirts removed them, and I froze when I saw they each had a large biohazard tattoo on their chests. I then looked round the room, and suddenly realised that everyone else had slightly wasted bodies rather than them just being old. “You OK boy?” Bill asked me. “You’re all poz” I said. “Yeah” said Bill, “but you’re on prep, right?” “No” I said. “You allowed two strangers to breed you in an alley and you’re not on prep?” one of the new arrivals asked. “Fuck” I said. “That’s what we came to do” said another new arrival, resulting in a glare from Sean. “Sorry lad” said Sean. I stared at him, and then felt something click inside me. “Don’t be” I said. “You did nothing wrong.” Before anything more was said, I climbed up onto the bed on all fours and then arched my back, making it clear I was there to be fucked. “You sure boy?” Bill asked me. “Fuck me” I said. “I want you all to breed me. Send me back home pozzed.” “Are you really sure?” Sean asked. “Yes” I said. “Fuck it. Poz me.” “OK” Sean said, before nodding to the other men. They swarmed over me, and after some explorations with tongues and fingers, the first of the new cocks was pushed into my loosened hole. It felt fantastic, and I got even harder when I thought about it being toxic. Another cock was presented to my mouth and I swallowed it down, before a round-robin began as men kept swapping positions. I just remained on all fours, back arched, holes open, and mind blown by how free I suddenly felt as I let them use me. I was getting pozzed that night for sure, and I found it was exciting me. The realisation earlier had momentarily surprised me, but I knew I was where I was meant to be, doing what I was meant to do. I got taken in all positions, and with seven guys there my hole was never empty. If I needed a cigarette then I smoked it while bent over the railing or riding someone sat on a balcony chair, whilst a quick shower to freshen up was done with Sean’s cock buried inside me. There was some double-fucking later on, which was a first for me, and I particularly enjoyed when there was a round-robin with guys taking it in turns to have me rim them while another fucked me. My hole was wrecked, filled to overflowing with potent cum, and thoroughly satisfied. Things wound down in the early hours, by which point I was knackered after the early start to get to site. The five guests headed off to walk or taxi home, while Sean, Bill and I all took quick showers before collapsing into their bed. I slept between them, only waking when I could smell bacon cooking. I was alone in the bed but could hear noises from the kitchen, so I hauled myself up and padded in there completely naked. “Morning stud” Bill said. “Morning” I replied, rubbing my eyes. “Is it still morning though?” “Just” Sean laughed. A coffee was put in my hands that I happily started gulping down, and then BLTs were put out on the table that we all sat down to enjoy, me still in my birthday suit. I felt revived after that, and got up to get myself some water. I then leaned back against the sink and looked at them. “You really are just so fucking hot” Sean said. “Thank you” I replied, smiling. “You sure you’re OK with all this?” Bill asked. “Yep” I said. “Don’t care, so might as well enjoy myself.” “Good lad” said Sean. “You reckon it’ll take after last night?” I asked. “Maybe, maybe not” Sean replied. “Then I guess I better keep coming back here until it does” I said, smirking. “I guess so” Bill laughed. My hole was pretty worn out and they were both tired, but somehow we managed to get two more loads into me while I smoked out on the balcony before I decided I had better go. I rode home on the bus noticing how tender my hole felt, kind of loving the discomfort. I had allowed life to get in the way for too long, but now I felt young and free and eager for more.

G straddled the log below me, and gently moved forward until his cock was resting on my own and my balls were smashed against his. Our legs were touching on either side of the log, but only for a moment. He reached down and pulled them up and past him, swinging them up until he was able to press them against my chest. As my ass rose from the movement of my legs, his cock slid down my crack and as I took hold of my legs, G released his hands and in one smooth motion reached down and positioned his cock head right at my opening. He stroked his cock downward, pulling his head completely out of his foreskin and in one fell stroke he hilted himself completely in my ass. I cried out, but realized that after last night's pounding, all the cum that must still be inside me, and the fact that I didn't feel a ton of pain, I realized my audible shout had been more from the surprise of his entry. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Wait, that was me! He had only paused for a moment once he had hilted himself, and then had just begun to relentlessly pound my ass. I was being fucked hard, laying on a downed tree, in the middle of the woods. So much for that promise I had made myself the night before of being a little more composed in my sexual escapades! It had only been a few minutes but I felt G begin to thicken and his balls draw up, and sure enough he soon slammed deep and began to cum. He thrust his pelvis forward, driving his weapon deep into my ass as ribbons of cum joined the lake of semen still in there from Ryan, Drew, and Dirk. At the same time, he arched his upper body backward, his chest thrusting upward as his head fell back. And in that moment, as the fur on his chest parted a bit, I realized the tattoo across his body spelled P-O-Z, with the O in the middle replaced by a biohazard symbol. My ass clamped down, and without touching my cock, my cum began spraying everywhere. Oh my god, I was being fucked by someone who was most likely HIV-positive. How could I have been so stupid??? My cock continued to spurt, and G continued to twitch deep in my ass. As we both came down off our orgasmic highs, his cock still lodged in my ass, my head simply laid on the log staring up at the sky through the trees. I should have ended things there, but as I felt G begin to slowly rock back and forth, thrusting around in my hole, I knew he wasn't done and was fully intending to inseminate me again. And I let him. Slowly he began thrusting more rhythmically, long-dicking my hole as I felt cum oozing around his cock. I was more than sufficiently lubed, even before G had exploded his seed in my ass, but now I was just a sloppy hole for him to plow. I shut my eyes and let him have his way. I couldn't tell exactly, but it was probably a good half-hour before I felt him tense up and his breathing get ragged. And that's when he spoke for the first time since he had kissed me when we initially sat down. "Oh god, oh fuck, I'm going to cum again Reid. I've waited so long for an ass this perfect to claim! Oh fuck, you need to take it. Let me change you! Fucking... take... my... POZ... LOAD!!!" And with that, he exploded in my ass again. And I knew in that moment exactly how my life would change forever. He continued to spasm as deep in my hole as he could and I made no effort to stop him; I simply lay there deflated. He was arched back again, and I stole another look at his chest and the P☣Z tattoo on his chest. I also noticed some purple bruises and suddenly my mind began to connect the dots. G was, and I was almost certain the other guys did as well. Those weren't bruises, they were lesions. I had been spending over a week getting fucked raw by men with HIV, no condoms, and tons of cum. I swallowed, and my throat felt raw and scratchy, and that's when I realized I was mostly likely beginning to feel the effects. I closed my eyes again, and a tear slowly slid down my left cheek. As Gerry leaned forward, his orgasm having subsided, he brushed my tear away. "I suppose you didn't expect the sex to be this hot?" he asked. "No," I managed to rasp out. "I didn't expect... this. I didn't expect.... you.... to be..." I couldn't finish the sentence. "Poz?" he finished. "Yeah, well I figured when you didn't ask any questions last time, you weren't too concerned. And showing up today with that ass totally full of cum, I was so turned on I just knew I needed to finish what I started." "But, I just wanted sex, I didn't want to get any kind of disease," I protested half-heartedly. After all, how serious could I be? I was still laying there, his STILL-hard cock in my ass. "Well, there's not much you can really do now," G noted. "It's been more than a week since I first fucked you, so there's no point going to the doctor. And truthfully, I'm so fucking toxic I doubt it would have worked anyway." Something in the way he said it, it was almost soothing--if not devilishly evil. His dick twitched in my ass, still hard. He began to slowly pull back. "I... I woke up feeling off, does that mean...?" His dick stopped, and began to slide back in. One stroke, then another, then another. "Yes. As high as my viral load has become, a week is almost certainly--most likely--your conversion period. Shhhh, let me make your ass feel good," he said with a short thrust to bottom out in my hole. What was the point in telling him to stop? If my suspicions--and his--were true, I was converting as we spoke. I felt so hot laying there, the sun still finding a way to bake us through the tree covering--or was that a fever? He began a steady rhythm, his thick cock driving deep into me on every thrust. I could hear the sloshing as my ass leaked cum around his cock. My body was limp, my legs held in place by G as he methodically drove his cock in and out of my hole. He had already cum twice, and as it turned out his third load was the perfect excuse to churn the contents of my colon. He seemed in no hurry to get off again, and occasionally would make a hard thrust deep, or just to one side to let me know he was there. My ass was so sloppy there was little to no resistance. I could just feel his foreskin sliding around as his thrusts exposed the tip of his head inside my ass. I could just picture it swimming in sperm, the slit at the tip closed for now, but working its way to a reason to open. It was about 45 minutes in reality until G began to reach a point of ecstasy. I could tell his cock had hardened to a steel pipe and his thrusts became a little more insistent. Sure enough, he hilted himself to the balls and began twitching inside me. My eyes locked on his chest, and I weakly raised my left hand and slowly placed it on the biohazard symbol between his pecs. It was there, just a second, before he released my left leg with his right hand, and took my hand in his and guided it down to where his groin met my ass. He pushed it in between our bodies and I felt the cum squish between my fingers. He moved it around slightly, the cum that had escaped coating my digits, and then he slowly brought my hand up to his mouth and gently began sucking the cum--his and the guys'--off each finger, one at a time. He then placed my hand back on his tattoo, and, looking at me, licked his lips to collect that little bit of cum from my hand that hadn't made it into his mouth. His cock began to soften, but it was so far up my ass and his groin was still against me, so it remained inside. As he lowered my other leg, he placed both his hands on the log on either side of my torso, and leaning forward and down, he gently licked up the cum I had shot all over my upper chest. He leaned forward enough that his now-soft cock slipped out of my hole, and I felt a stream of cum follow it, flowing down my ass crack. His head rose to meet mine, our lips touched, and his tongue invaded my mouth just as his cock had my ass. We laid there--him exploring my mouth, cum flowing from my ass, there on the log until I heard the crackling of branches, and realized we were not alone there in this formerly-private place.

This is one of the hottest stories i have ever read. Made me blow multilple times.

Right before we lost the site forever, I started to save more info on the original post. Posted on Thursday, August 13, 2009 - 05:29 pm: ==== "Cum Courier" by BarePumper ==== A few days ago, I hooked-up with this guy online. His picture was amazing; massively muscled chest and shoulders and a great-looking bulge. He didn't sent me any pics of his cock but said that I wouldn't be disappointed. I was feeling really horny as I had been visiting family for a week so hadn't even had a wank, let alone got off with someone and it was only 11am. His name was Gareth and he invited me over for a drink and a shag. I said yes straight away; I'm a slim guy and don't usually get muscle-men interested in me, especially one as big as he seemed to be, so I showered and dressed in a jockstrap, tight jeans and a white T-shirt and then caught the bus over to his place which was about half an hour away. The day was boiling hot and I was already feeling horny just from the heat. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell and waited nervously for him to answer. The door opened and there he stood; his pics hadn't done him justice. He was huge! He was wearing a very tight muscle-shirt and tiny cotton shorts, which barely contained a hugely thick cock with massive, heavy balls. His chest was massive with really big nipples showing through the thin cotton of his shirt. Blue eyes and a great smile made him look like a god. "Hey Paul" he said extending one massive fist to shake my hand. "Come on in. Fancy a beer?" We went into his lounge where a screen was showing a video from Treasure Island. He told me to have a seat whilst he went into the kitchen to get the beers. Returning, he handed me a can of Red Stripe and sat next to me. "Look, before we do anything, there's something you should know" he said, taking a swig of the beer. "I only do bareback and I'm very verbal. I'm going to breed my hot seed deep inside your ass and I want you to know it." He put a hand on my leg and looked at me. "Any problems?" "No" I said. "But I want to take your cock in a particlar way." "Hmm. OK. How?" he smiled. "I want to be on my back with my legs around your huge bod and I want to chew your tits when you shoot." As I said this, I noticed his cock hardening in the shorts. "I think we're going to get on just fine!" he said, flashing a smile at me. He took my hand and guided it to his rapidly swelling bulge. I rubbed it hard and he groaned, the material was stretched thin across his cock and I could feel that it was a real monster. He stood up and shucked the shorts off, exposing the most massive piece of meat I'd ever seen. It was so thick that I couldn't get my hand around it at all, and so long that I gasped. He picked a tape-measure off the table where he'd put his beer. "Want to measure it?" he said, grinning wickedly. I took the tape measure and placed the end against his body, rolling it out to the end of his cock. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Fourteen inches... Wow!" He took the tape out of my hand and wrapped it around his girth. It was nine inches around. I looked up at him, face flushing with desire and before I could stop myself, dropped to me knees and tried to fit as much of his beautiful cock into my mouth as I could. "Fuck, you're enormous" I whispered as his big hands steadied my head against his meat. He let me suck him for a bit then swiftly spun me around, threw me to my knees and mounted me. The pain was incredible; I hadn't been fucked for ages and he was massive, but after a hit on my poppers, I started to enjoy taking his massive cock. "I'm really gonna seed that hole" he said, moving deep inside me. "I'm gonna blow my three-day load up inside you and I cum a LOT!" As he said this, I could feel his excitement build and his cock started to spasm inside me. "Tell me you want it, you cum whore!" he shouted. "I do, I do. I want your enormous load shot deep inside me, give me your cum, breed my sloppy cunt..." He started to breathe more heavily and remembering what really turned me on, picked me up still impaled on his cock and lay me on my back. He lowered his massive chest to my face and I sucked one of his bullet-nipples into my mouth. "Oh yeah!" he cried, forcing more of his cock into my hole and more of his nipple into my mouth. "Suck on those big tits!" I tightened my ass around his hole. "Oh, fuck, I don't believe it! I'm gonna cum" he said. My mouth went for his other nipple and sucked as much of the nipple and the muscular pec into my mouth as I could manage. "You fucking little cum whore!" he shouted. "You're gonna get my huge load bareback. I'm not wearing a rubber, I'm gonna breed your hole, I'm gonna pump my massive load deep inside you. My DNA's gonna mix with yours. I'm fucking knocking you up!" As he shouted this, I felt his cock pump what seemed like half a pint of very hot spunk into me. I sucked harder on his tits and felt another six or seven spurts of his cum flood my ass. I went to touch my own cock but he pushed my hand away and reversing our positions, pulled me on top of him, his amazing cock still buried inside me. We lay there a few moments then he got to his feet and smiled at me. "Wow! That was one hot fuck. Give me a few minutes and I can go again." "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm really thirsty and out of beers. Can you just go down to the corner shop whilst I take a breather?" "Sure, I'll just get cleaned up a bit." I replied, gently fingering my hole which was beginning to leak cum. "Don't" he said, picking me up so I was standing. He handed me my jeans and helped me pull them on. "But your load was so big!" I argued. "Don't worry, the shop's just down the street. You'll be OK." I put the rest of my clothes on and started to leave. "Hey" he called. "Ask for St Pierre. It's my favourite beer." With that, he handed me a tenner and let me out, pointing in the direction of the store. A few minutes later I was in the local shop, scanning the beers in the fridge and on the shelves. I'd never heard of St Pierre so asked the tall, blonde Polish guy behind the counter. "Sure I've got that but we don't get much call for it so it's in the store-room." He started towards the door at the back. "You'd better give me a hand" he said. As I followed him into the back, I admired his tight-fitting jeans and the back of his wide neck. As soon as we got inside the store-room, he pulled the door shut. "St Pierre" he said, nodding. "The only person I know who asks for that is Gareth down the road." "Yeah, it's for him" I answered. He put his hand on his crotch and squeezed. "So, has he knocked you up? Has he pumped his load up inside you? I bet he has, hasn't he. You're probably full of his cum right now!" He pushed me up against the wall and began to unbutton my jeans. "God, I love it when he sends over one of his shags, filled with his spunk for me to swallow." He pulled my jeans down, lay down on the floor and pulled my ass down onto his face. "Relax" he said, tongueing my hole. "Give up that load and you can have mine in return!" I relaxed a little and felt the cum load begin to dribble out of my ass. His slurping tongue was really turning me on, and the knowledge that he wanted to shoot inside me, to mix his cum with Gareth's was making me hard. I loosened up a bit more a stream of warm seed ran out of my hole directly into his mouth. He pushed me away and got up, then unzipping his jeans, took out his extremely hard cock. It wasn't as big as Gareth's but it was still pretty big. I dropped my jeans and turned around, presenting him with my sloppy hole. He rubbed it into the spunk still dripping from my ass and then began to push it into me. I relaxed and he gasped as my hole suddenly sucked him in deep. "Fucking hell! You're hole's so sloppy and wet, I'm gonna cum really quickly!" he breathed, pressing his swollen head deep into me. "You want my cum?" he asked, sweat dripping from his face as he pounded my hole. "Oh yeah, I want your big load. Breed my cunt with that big meat, fucking shoot that spunk load deep inside me. Breed my hole. Seed me!" I cried, and with a yell, he unloaded inside me. I thought Gareth had a big load, but this guy's just didn't seem to stop! He fucked my raw hole for ages, spurting fresh spunk into my already well-used hole. Just as I thought he'd finished, he gave another yell and I could feel more spunk spurt into me. He finished, and stood dazed for a moment, then reached up to a shelf and with one quick move, pulled out his cock and replaced it with a butt plug. "That'll keep the spunk up there for a bit" he said. giving it a final push into my swollen hole. "Wow! You really know how to drain a guy!" He smiled at me and pulled on his clothes. I did the same and he reached up for a six-pack of beer. "Here you go. No charge!" "Thanks" I said, stroking his smooth abs. "That was an amazing fuck!" "Yeah, well I like sloppy seconds." he replied. "Now, if you're really getting into this, perhaps you should drop by at number twenty-six. It's a few doors before Gareth's place, on the way back from here. My boyfriend's there and feeling really horny. You like older guys?" I nodded. "He's fifty-three, really built with a beard and the biggest siliconed balls you've ever seen. Sound good?" "Yes" I said, already looking forward to it. "Ring the bell, tell him that Marek sent you and that you need another few loads to take back to Gareth. He's got some friends around at the moment so if you want to be gang-fucked, you probably will." He unlocked the door and let me out. As I walked through the shop, my head was reeling and my heart beating really fast. I'd just been fucked by two guys, was about to get gang-banged and had't even shot a load of my own yet. As I walked down the street, I could feel the base of the butt plug pressing against my jeans and it was keeping me rock hard. At number twenty-six, I rang the bell and waited for it to be answered. After a few minutes I rang again, leaning harder on the buzzer. I heard a door opening inside and through the glass saw someone approaching the door. As the door opened, I felt the blood rise to my face. The guy was a real muscle-bear; beard, huge shoulders and a sexy smile and all he was wearing was a pair of shorts showing a bulge that was about the size of a melon. "Hey Paul" he said. "Hey!" I replied, wondering how he knew my name. "Come into the bedroom. I've a few friends around and they're getting really horned up." Before I could help myself, I grabbed his huge balls with my hands and dropped to my knees, inhaling his scent through the thin cotton. "Not in the doorway!" he said, hauling me me to my feet. I apologised, but couldn't take my eyes of his bulge. He led the way into the house, and in the bedroom I saw three other, older but really good looking, very hung men standing around a sling. I dropped my jeans, shrugged off the T-shirt and jumped into the sling. Immediately, the first guy pushed his hand between my ass cheeks, pulled out the butt-plug and replaced it with his cock. After only three strokes, he yelled and began to pump spunk into me. I relaxed and let him breed me. He didn't last for long, but as soon as he pulled out, another guy was ready and pushed his hard meat into me. This guy had a short cock but it was nice and heavy. "I can feel that spunk sliding over my dick" he grunted. "You fucking little cum-whore, you're a fucking little spunk hole just waiting to be bred!" As he talked, his cock got harder and I squeezed my hole around his cock. "Fucking little cock-jockey" he grunted. "Can't wait to get cock inside you, can't wait to get bred by big guys shooting their loads into your ass!" As he said this, he too gave a yell and unloaded into me. The third guy had been watching and stroking himself, and without a word, pushed his cock into me and shot his load, then the guy with the silicone balls approached. His cock was also siliconed and I knew he'd waited until last so that I was stretched enough to take it. As the other guys stepped back, he pushed his meat into me with both hands, ensuring no spunk dribbled out. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to wank himself into me, not saying a word. My hands reached for his balls and I squeezed their hugeness as he began to moan. I could tell that the first guy was fucking him from behind as he suddenly leant forward, pushed his huge hairy chest into my face and commanded me to chew his nipples. The moment my tongue touched the first one, he began to spasm into my hole, filling it to overflowing with his big sperm-load. After a few more spurts, he pulled his massive cock out slowly and quickly replaced the butt-plug in my hole. "OK" he grinned. "Now you can take those loads back to Gareth!" I got out of the sling shakily, I was so horny but I knew where I wanted to blow my load. I pulled on my clothes and the muscle-bear showed me to the door. "See you around!" he said. I walked back up the road until I reached Gareth's house. As soon as I approached the door, he opened it and pulled me inside, leading me straight into the bedroom. "So, where's the beer?" he asked. "Crap! I must have left it at..." "Number twenty-six?" he finished for me. "Excellent!" He led me to the bed and unbuttoned my jeans. Producing a funnel and a pint glass, he had me squat over it. "C'mon" he urged. "You must be full to bursting. How many loads have you got up inside you right now? Four? Five? Let's see!" I carefully pulled out the butt-plug and a ******* of hot sperm shot out of my ass and into the glass. He carefully massaged my hole and a new load spurted out. "You got any more up there?" he asked, stroking my shoulder. "I don't think so" I said, just as another powerful surge squirted out. When I had emptied most of it, he held up the glass. It was half full of mixed spunk. Handing it to me, Gareth dropped onto the bed on all fours and rammed the funnel into his ass. "Now, give it to me!" he said. I began to pour the white liquid into the funnel and his ass sucked it inside him. In a few minutes the glass was empty and he was full... almost. My cock felt like it was going to burst, I was so turned-on by what had happened to me that morning. Using the last few drops of spunk from the glass, I lubed my cock and pushed it into Gareth's filled hole. The feeling of that amount of cum on my cock was mind-blowing. I grabbed his beefy thighs and began to stroke my cock into his hot hole. Within a few minutes I literally could not hold back, and with a roar, I dumped my load in with the rest. I seemed to shoot for ages, and when I stopped, I could hardly stand. Gareth pulled me down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me. As I stroked his muscular chest, he whispered into my ear "You like being a cum courier? Delivering all that hot sperm to me?" I nodded. "Good" he said. "Because that's just the first assignment I have for you. I'm gonna send you all over the city picking up loads for me and bringing them back so that we can share them. OK?" I smiled and replied "Fuck yes!"

I didn't realize how late it had gotten with Ryan and Drew, and realizing it was after midnight I simply pulled the covers up and drifted off, my ass and cock still a mess, and now my bed as well. But I didn't care, the orgasmic bliss that I was in just gently led me into the dream world. The next two days flew by as the weekend arrived, and I was awoken early Saturday morning by the chime of my phone. I had a message from a profile that, despite the lack of a head, I could tell had to be Drew. Tagging him as a buddy, I responded to his message and found he was crashing at Ryan's and wondered if he could come over for some morning action. My libido was apparently back in overdrive and I told him to head over when he was ready. As I prepared for his arrival, I worked a decent width dildo up my ass to try and prepare myself for my hole being stretched wide. I also grabbed my set of sounds and gently probed my cock with a few different sizes while gently stroking. Another message from Drew informed me he was just 10 minutes out, so I pushed the dildo out with a plop and put my sounds away. I hopped in the shower and rinsed off, and decided to let loose a stream of piss as I emptied my bladder. It burned a bit as I pissed, and I chided myself for apparently not having used enough lube on the sounds. Shaking the last few drops away I soaped up quickly, rinsed off, and had just finished toweling when I heard the knock at my door. I didn't even bother to dress, and as I swung the door open Drew charged in and took me in a fierce embrace. I hadn't expected that, and as he pushed the door shut behind him, he broke off the kiss and stepped back to undress. I took in the view as he shucked his jacket and sweats--apparently all he had bothered to throw on. I admired his firm chest and body, and his shaggy brown hair with a light scruff drove me wild. His green eyes pierced deep into mine as he stood, his uncut meat already rising and a strand of milkish-colored precum dangling. He never broke eye contact as he approached me, and kissed me again. We stood there, just inside my door, our lips locked for almost five minutes just savoring each other's mouth. Drew pulled back and once again locking eyes on me said, "fuck man, as good as I remember you looking," with a devilish grin. He reached out and, placing one hand on each shoulder, turned me around and leaned me forward. He used his legs to spread mine apart slightly and I felt him guide the tip of his cock to my hole. He had been leaking his precum a good bit during our make out session, and I felt my hole become instantly slick. He spit twice into his hand and I felt him reach down and slather it on his cock as he began to push his head into me. The foreskin of his cock slid back, allowing his head to penetrate me relatively easily, but his shaft had become solid and inflexibly rigid. Despite my earlier work with the dildo I clearly had not opened up enough, but Drew kept pushing and it started to hurt as I felt my hole begin to stretch beyond its comfort zone. He paused for a second and I felt him flex his cock inside my hole as he spit into his hand again. Withdrawing just so slightly and adding that to his cock, he resumed his pushing and I felt my ass being to cry out as this intruder kept up its relentless assault. Drew wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him as he thrust his hips forward. I felt my hole tear as he slid fully into me, his thickness breaching my outer ring and the entirety of his spit-lubed cock sliding in on one go. I cried out as his hand quickly muffled me, closing over my mouth. "Shhh," he whispered in my ear, "I needed to get in you fast because I don't have a lot of time, and I plan to cum more than once before I have to get back." He began a serious assault on my ass and I felt like a ragdoll that would be tossed aside if not for the bear hug he had me in. He had an otter's chest of hair, and I could feel the friction of it on my back as he pummeled my ass chute. It wasn't 10 minutes in and I felt his cock thicken and he shoved his arrowhead in past my second ring and erupted. He cried out in what seemed like pain. "Oh fuck! Argh! Ah! Fuck! God that fucking burns! Shit! Ah!" He slowed momentarily as I felt his chest heaving. As his breathing slowed down a little he began long-dicking my hole, which was now taking his girth with ease given it had been pummeled and lubricated from within. I was panting a bit myself, and as he began thrusting forward forcefully with each long withdrawal, I took my own uncut piece in my hand and began stroking myself. We got into a rhythm as he long dicked me, slamming back into my ass as his balls swung forward and hit mine. He pushed my back forward and my head dropped so I was bent over. I continued to stroke my own cock, feeling the burning sensation in my piss tube that I knew would grow when I came myself. Drew began to pick up the pace, really slamming my ass hard as each time he nearly withdrew completely. My hole had opened so willingly for him now that he could pretty much pull the tip out and go right back in. My hand dropped from my cock and I reached back to hold his hands, firmly gripping my waste on either side. I felt him again begin to thicken and I knew what came next, as he slammed forward and held himself as deep in me as he could, flooding my guts with another large load of his cum. He leaned forward, his sweaty hair landing in between my shoulder blades as he continued to shudder and swear under his breath about how much cumming hurt. I wondered how long it had been and how backed up and blue his balls were for him to be this sensitive. Eventually the twitching stopped, and he slowly began to pull out. As his cock plopped out of my hole, we both slowly brought ourselves upright and I turned to face him, looking down at the sizeable penis that had just rearranged my insides. With a little smattering of cum on his cock that had stayed as he withdrew, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his now softening cock as I went to work cleaning it. I noticed another of those bruises hidden above his cock in his bush, but kept sucking with abandon until I had cleaned his cock fully. As I stood he moved in for another kiss, and after a few swirls around in my mouth with his tongue, he broke our embrace and slowly turned to pick up his clothes. I noticed the bruise I had seen on the back of his leg had grown a little, and I decided to ask him about it. "That bruise on your leg, you must really have slammed into something huh? Seems to have gotten worse since the other day." "Ah, yeah, it'll be fine, I bruise pretty easily I guess. Didn't remember hitting it on anything, but there it is," he said with a dismissive laugh. He finished dressing and gave me a quick kiss before heading out the door. As he closed the door, I felt a glob of his cum suddenly drop onto the inside of my right leg, and I looked down and noticed it was a bit pink. Shit, he really must have torn up my ass. I hopped back in the shower and rinsed off, while also gently fingering my hole as it slowly began to close itself after that brutal pounding. I hopped out and toweled myself off and heard my phone chime again. I noticed Drew had sent a thank you message (how quirky and silly), and asked if he and Ryan could pop over later in the evening. I debated if that was a good idea given how sore I knew I'd be by then, but I acquiesced and we settled on seven that night. Little did I know what was about to happen in just a few short hours...

I stood there, in front of G, doing my best impression of a stare down, unaware of the events I'd set in motion. He sat there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and for a tense few seconds we waited to see who would blink first. He did. He busted out laughing, and I followed suit. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he said, laughing that deep laugh that seemed to match the body and the man. "You were fucking adorable trying to be all serious!" He kept on laughing. I couldn't help laughing a bit myself, and I fired back, "well, I didn't think you actually would." "Oh really? I figured you were just teasing me, standing there, with that noticeable boner pushing through your shorts." Wait, what? I looked down, and sure enough, the front of my shorts betrayed the fact that my mind had moved to the sexual train of thought. I looked back at him, our eyes locking again, and suddenly neither of us was laughing; a sexual tension had fallen over us as a hush seemed to follow. With his eyes still locked on mine, G slowly stood, and took a step forward, moving almost face to face with me. The silence in the moment, the closeness, the scent of a man who had been exerting himself physically... it was almost unbearable. My heart had begun to race and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. G slowly knelt, and reaching in front of him, up under the light shirt I had on, and his fingers pried their way inside the waistband of the tennis shorts I had thrown on. I was commando, not having bothered with any underwear since I don't like how they begin chaffing when you get all wet and sweaty on a run. With a firm and hard tug, he yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and my cock sprung up in his face. His head timed it's forward movement perfectly, and he swallowed my growing dick to the root in one swift gulp. All six-and-a-half, soon to be seven-and-a-half uncut inches. His warm mouth sealed itself around the base, and I felt the lightning bolts explode to every corner of my body as my hormones super-charged my libido. I moaned, and felt my legs start to give. But G must have sensed it too, and his thick arms swiftly wrapped themselves around my thighs, proving everything from my waste up with stability. Nevertheless, I felt my hands land on either side of the top of his head as I instinctively leaned forward a bit and steadied myself. He began to slowly move his mouth back and forth along the length of my shaft, slowly massaging it with his tongue as he went. When he'd pull back to the head of my cock, I'd feel his tongue flicking around the foreskin that slid back and forth over my tip. It was fortunate for me that he had strong arms and my legs in a bear hug, because I was quickly turning to putty as the sensation of erotic warmth that engulfed my cock threatened to overwhelm me. He worked my cock for a time, how long I didn't know... or care. The lust had taken me over, and I found my hips beginning to match his mouth's motion. We continued our rythym for a bit, and the eternity I had gone without sexual contact with another man began to take it's toll as I felt my balls slowly begin to draw up. And G must have sensed it, because he slowed his motion and gradually came to a stop, sliding his mouth back off my rock-hard member. I was all but panting and he rose back to standing as slowly and deliberately as he had dropped in front of me, and he leaned forward and laid the most passionate, deep-tongued kiss on me that I had ever experienced. After a few seconds of that, he pulled his head back, and whispered, bend forward and put your hands on the tree. I did as he asked. My hands reached out for the fallen trunk, and I shuffled forward a bit to keep myself from having to reach too far. My shorts were around my ankles, making it impossible to take a normal step forward. G stepped around behind me and I heard him kneel behind me, and felt his warm breath on my ass. I felt his hands, warm and moist from the sweat and light humidity of the hike and the evening, grab both of my ass cheeks and pry them apart. His face moved into the opening it created, and I nearly jumped from the initial tickling effect of his short, trimmed goatee contacting the sensitive skin around my hole. But that was nothing compared to the next sensation I felt. His tongue made contact right on the puckering of my hole, and the lightning bolts again exploded into every recess of my extremities. I felt the tip of his tongue dance around my rear entrance, and I couldn't keep it in any longer; I softly moaned as my head fell down between and below my forward-stretched arms. I saw my cock, still rock hard, pointing straight out, rigid and with a generous strand of precum escaping the slit that was just visible in the small, visible spot of my tip that my foreskin exposed in its slightly-pulled back state. He began to slobber on my hole, there was no other way to describe it. So much saliva was being deposited in my ass crack, and he gradually zeroed back in on my hole, and--briefly pausing as the tip of his tongue lined up with my puckered backdoor--thrust forward into my chute. I was in bliss. He kept thrusting his tongue into my hole, almost as if his tongue were a dick. He had a good rhythm going, and I could feel my inner passage become slick with his spit. I heard jingling behind me, and figured he was unbuckling the belt that held up his shorts to free his own cock so he could jerk off. I looked through the narrow gap between my legs and saw him release the belt buckle, and with one hand unbutton his shorts. He fished passed the zipper, pushing it down, and pulled out his cock--clearly I wasn't the only one who had decided to leave the house sans undergarment. The cock he produced fit him to a T, swelling to a very thick eight uncut inches. He had, as I did, and ample foreskin that covered most of his head even hard. It quickly swelled to it's full size and began drooling as much as mine was. Through all this, his tongue never lost contact with my ass, and I closed my eyes and allowed my head to simply hang, giving myself over the the sensations that overpowered me. He continued his steady drive into my hole for a few more minutes and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper as every muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sexual bliss, and for a moment didn't even notice him remove his tongue and come to his feet. It was his big, beefy hand touching the small of my back that gave me the first indication something had changed. And before my brain could catch up, his drooling, uncut head was pressing into my ass. He slid in with ease, lodging a good 6" in my ass with no resistance. I had always been a bit tight when Shawn had been in the mood--which wasn't often--so I was amazed at how effortlessly he entered me. With a gentle additional thrust, I felt his hefty balls come to rest against mine: I was impaled on his pole. And I was in heaven. My mind was in a sexual fog as he slowly pulled back and slid forward again, pausing before repeating the motion. Over and over, he slowly picked up his pace, and as my eyes opened, I saw my rock hard cock bouncing up and down gently in rhythm with G's thrusts. He kept it up for a few minutes before I began to feel a slight dull ache as his cock seemed to expand even more in my ass. His thrusts began to feel more urgent, and his balls began to draw up, slapping more forcefully against my own. I felt drips of sweat and heard his breathing become audible and erratic, and with a final thrust, he fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock begin to twitch, and a moment later a heat began spreading through my bowels. The twitching lasted a good bit, and he remained rock hard, deep inside me. He reached around to my cock and slowly began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes, he began fucking me again, having never gone soft. We managed a coordinated dance, my cock in his hand, his cock in my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and as I began to feel my balls pulling up themselves, his matched their movement and I felt that thickening and stiffening of his cock inside me again. I began to rise up and suddenly froze as one of his thrusts brushed my prostate and I felt a rush. Over and over his cock pummeled by my prostate and it became too much, and as my cock began to jerk, G pulled back on my shaft, bringing my foreskin completely off the head while continuing to pound me from behind. My load rocketed out of my piss slit, the first blast practically clearing the downed tree on which I leaned. As my load gradually became less forceful, it began to spatter the log wildly, my cock still bouncing from the thrusting. And as I was finally spent, he again lodged himself deep inside me and I felt the warmth again. As the twitching of his cock subsided, I noticed a dull ache in my ass, it having tightened up as my ejaculation caused every muscle in my mid-section to contract over and over. I felt every inch of him inside me now, and after a moment, he began to soften and started to slip out. His withdraw was smooth, he effortlessly slipped out feeling almost silky and wet. He had slobbered all over my ass and I knew the passage likely still had good lubrication. His cock flopped down as the last of his foreskin exited my hole. The head had fully retracted already, leaving a bit of foreskin to complete his departure. We both were still, catching our breath. "It's been a long time since I came twice," he broke the silence with. "Whew, that is a spectacular ass you have man!" "I haven't cum like that in forever, holy fuck!" I responded as I struggled to push myself upright. It was almost comical how I had gotten into a position that I now couldn't get out of.

Just love the idea of guys staggering around from cock to cock becoming incubators and transitioning into pozpigs

If I suspect the bottom might ask me to pull out while I'm barebacking him, I put him on his belly and mount him so I can hold him down and control him. If he does then ask me to pull out I pin him down and hold him there until I have shot my load deep up his ass. I fuck men in order to breed them. I never fucking pull out. I'll do what it takes to dump my seed in them. Any self-respecting bareback top would do the same.