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************* 4 ************ He rolled off me stiil breathing deeply. My hole felt hot and wet. I reached down and felt my hole. It was still open and I could easily put three fingers in without having to stretch it at all. I withdrew them and brought them to my mouth. I greedily tasted the warm mixture of sperm, arse juice and a little blood. It tasted so good. Creamy, salty and slightly sweet. As I did so, another guy took hold of my left arm and roughly pulled me onto my back. Although the room was still dark my eyes had adjusted to the light somewhat. This man was at least 6ft tall and stick thin. I could easily make out his rib cage and as I looked down, predominantly to see his cock, I could see his hip bones protruding. His cock looked like it belonged to someone elses body. Thick, long and extremely hard. Even in the poor light I could make out the veins running along its length. It was throbbing, bobbing up and down with the beat of his heart. Suddenly he tore the mask from from his face. His cheeks were gaunt and his eyes looked like he was going to devour me. He saw me taking in his appearance. "Take a good look, this is what you've got to look forward to boy" My cocked jumped as he said this. Rather than being shocked, my cock throbbed and dribble a huge amount of precum and I felt even more turned on than before which I didn't think would be possible. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and aimed his cock at my hole. As he entered me his eyes closed and his mouth opened. He rammed it all the way, opened his eyes and laughed. "Your hole feels fantastic boy, like a warm bath full of poz cum" Then he began pumping me hard. The two guys that had already bred me were looking at me and one of them grabbed hold of my cock and began wanking me. The guy fucking me said "Time to empty your balls of your useless neg cum. Start making some babies so you can procreate" He was pumping so hard I noticed sweat forming on him. It began to drip off his forehead and torso onto me. "Fuck, it won't be long now boy" He was fucking me like a steam train and the guy wanking me kept rhythm with him. I knew I was getting close but didn't want to cum first. Suddenly he pushed deep inside me and shouted as he filled me with his very toxic sperm. The pressure in my loins had now reached breaking point and I shot my last neg load over my belly. I can't remember me ever producing so much cum or having such an intense orgasm and for so long. The man who had just filled me collapsed ontop on me. He took my head in his hands and his lips found mine. I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue into me. He continued to explore my mouth with his as he moved his his right hand to my arse and pushed four fingers into me. I was feeling relieved and relaxed after my breedings and my own orgasm. His fingers felt great inside me. It felt like he was massaging my rectum. He did this then brought his hand to my mouth and pushed them past my lips and onto my tongue. The taste was still wonderful. Then removed them and sucked them himself before kissing me deeply again. I felt completed knackered and sexually satisfied and was enjoying the warmth of his body. At some point tiredness overtook me and I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke an hour or so later I was suprised to find that the room was empty and I was completely alone. I was felt good although my arse was very sore and after a quick feel my hole remained dilated. I could taste the mixture of three mens seed in my mouth. Now, all I had to do was wait to see if it had been a worthwhile session. I was convinced it had been. I had been fucked by three guys with high viral loads and couldn't wait to find out the results. ******** To be continued *******

In the heart of Toronto, nestled in a trendy loft converted into a playground for the city's most adventurous, I found myself at a jockstrap party. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the underlying musk of sex. The room pulsed with the throb of electronic music, and the hum of anticipation was palpable. I was drawn to the corner where two sexy daddies were holding court, their presence commanding and their eyes hungry with desire. They were both tall, muscular, and exuded an aura of confidence that was impossible to ignore. Their jockstraps barely contained their massive cocks, and I could see the outlines of their thick shafts straining against the fabric. One had a thick, veiny cock that looked like it could split me in two, while the other had a monster of a cock, at least 10 inches long and thick as a fucking soda can. Their chests were broad and hairy, and their arms were corded with muscle, a testament to their strength and power. I approached them, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They noticed me immediately, their eyes roaming over my body with a predatory gaze. "Well, well, look what we have here," one of them said, his voice a deep rumble. "A fresh little meat looking for some fun." I nodded, my mouth dry. "I'm looking for a good time," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. "We can give you a good time," the other one said, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "But you have to be ready for us. We like it rough, and we like to share." I swallowed hard, my ass clenching at the thought. "I'm ready," I said, my voice more confident this time. They led me to a sling, the leather creaking as they secured me in place. My ass was exposed, vulnerable, and ready for whatever they had in store. They fed me poppers, the sharp, sweet smell filling my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. The room spun, and my senses heightened, every touch, every sound, amplified. One of them stepped up behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass. He rubbed the head against my hole, teasing me, making me beg for it. "Please," I moaned, my body aching with need. "Fuck me." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching me wide. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The other daddy stepped up, his monster cock in hand. He pressed the head against my mouth, and I opened wide, taking him in. His cock filled my mouth, the taste of him salty and intoxicating. I sucked him with fervor, my tongue swirling around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with his arousal. They took turns, one fucking my ass while the other fed me his cock. The sensations were overwhelming, my body on fire as they pounded into me. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, they switched, and I was being stretched by the monster cock. It was intense, the stretch almost too much, but I loved every second of it. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin, the sound a symphony of pleasure. As he fucked me, he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you tested negative, little one?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. I shook my head, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Yes a month now," I managed to gasp out. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And are you on Prep?" he asked, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Again, I shook my head. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the throb of the music and the sound of our bodies slapping together. He leaned back, a wicked grin on his face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "We're going to fill you up with the most potent cum you've ever had. You're going to be fertilized, little one. You're going to carry our seed." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I was theirs to use, theirs to fill, and I was ready for whatever they had in store. The daddy with the thick, veiny cock took his turn next, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that made the sling creak. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. But the night wasn't over yet. More men joined, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their turn in the sling. I was passed around, each man taking their pleasure from my ass, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. One man, in particular, caught my eye. He was tall and lean, with a cock that was long and thin, like a fucking blade. He stepped up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock sliding in with ease, stretching me wide. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. Another man took his turn, his cock thick and short, like a fucking baseball bat. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. The night wore on, and I was passed around, each man taking their turn, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. I couldn't keep count of how many men there were, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their pleasure from my ass. Finally, as the night began to wane, the two daddies returned, their cocks still hard and ready. They stepped up behind me, their hands roaming over my body, their touches sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for more, little one?" one of them asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. They took their turns, their cocks stretching me wide, filling me completely. They pounded into me, their hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, their cocks hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. They didn't let up, their cocks driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking their cocks, drawing them deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, they unloaded inside me, their hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as they pumped their load, their cocks pulsing with each spurt. They stayed inside me, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their orgasm, until finally, they pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had been used, filled, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, and I knew I would never forget it. After the party, I stepped outside to get some fresh air and have a smoke. The cool night breeze felt good against my sweaty skin. As I was taking a drag, a sexy bartender from the club joined me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey there," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "You looked like you had quite the night in there." I smirked, feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. "You could say that," I replied, taking another drag. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I heard you were the one getting fucked in the sling. Is that true?" I nodded, a shiver running down my spine at the memory. "Yeah, that was me." He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Well, you're a lucky little twink. I've seen those daddies in action, and they know how to use that equipment." I felt a flush of heat spread through me, remembering the intensity of the night. "They sure do," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, his body pressing against mine. "You know, I've been watching you all night. You're fucking hot, and I've been dying to get a piece of that ass." I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his. "Is that so?" I asked, a playful smirk on my face. He nodded, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "Oh, yeah. And I think it's time I had my turn." Before I could respond, he spun me around, pushing me up against the wall of the alley. His hands roamed over my body, his touches firm and confident. He unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. He pressed the head against my ass, rubbing it against my hole, teasing me. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound echoing through the alley, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As we caught our breath, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, my hands still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. We smoked in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the cigarettes and the distant hum of the city. Finally, he turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, I think you're going to be changing a lot of details on your hookup app profiles soon." I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah? And why is that?" He chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just say that the daddies you were with tonight are known for their... potent seed. And from the looks of it, you took quite the load." I felt a chill run down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I mean, little one, that you're probably carrying a little something extra now. Something that's going to change your life forever." I didn't understand what he meant, but his words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As I walked away, my body aching and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for whatever was to come. Two months later, as I lay in bed, feverish and aching, the diagnosis came: HIV. I was bugged, and it was all because of that wild night at the jockstrap party. But as I thought back to the words whispered in my ear, the promise of being fertilized with the most potent cum, I realized what the bartender had meant. I had been changed, marked by that night, and now I carried a part of them with me, a constant reminder of the pleasure and the risk. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was a risk I took, and now I was paying the price. But the memory of that night, the intensity of the pleasure, the raw, primal nature of it all—it was something I would never forget. And as I looked to the future, I knew that my life would never be the same.

HITCHED Within three years, I finished my master’s degree and was a couple of years into moving up the ladder with a firm in a large east coast city. Bob started a very successful business, also in a northeastern city. Bob and I visited each other a few times a year because we were an hour train ride away. He brought a different girlfriend with him each time we visited, but he finally found a nice Italian girl from Brooklyn, and they seemed to be well-suited. I didn’t know if he still had sex with guys on the side, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Dan continued to be a globe-trotter at the agency and was starting to learn the management side of the business. Due to his schedule, I didn’t see Dan as often as I saw Bob. I started seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of seeing so many friends and guys I knew die young. Like all my contemporaries, I never grew accustomed to young death. And like some of them, I didn’t know if I was a ticking time. Looking back, I think I just assumed I was. I also discussed this with a couple of my closest friends, but never with my old college roommates. So far, I was the vision of a healthy young gay man, as were they. But I started to use condoms, most of the time. I wasn't ready to face taking a test and waiting weeks for the results. Much to his father’s chagrin, Dan’s career prevented him from ever finishing his undergraduate degree and continuing onto law school. But Dan was by far the smartest of my friends and he invested his considerable income in real estate in Manhattan, Harlem and Brooklyn long before prices skyrocketed. Dan was never into the drug scene in college, and he stayed out of the drug culture that pervaded the fashion industry. At 28, he was even wealthier than his old man, who was the managing partner of his Wall Street law firm. Dan invited Bob and me to the civil ceremony between him and his boyfriend, Kieran, who owned the construction company that did all the renovations to Dan’s investments. Dan was always muscular and lean, but I noticed he was particularly lean at the wedding and he’d been training for a marathon.. He was always the peacock among my friends. Dan’s twin sister, Liz, attended, but Dan’s parents did not. They were devout Irish-Catholics, but Dan was their only son, after all. I loved Liz and we got along like a riot. She was smart like Dan, but funny, out-going and razor-tongued compared to Dan’s relative introversion. In fact, Liz knew I was gay before I did. She outed me to myself when she visited Dan when we were still in college. She was surprised I was deceiving myself and told me I needed to get over that fast. Dan and Kieran had a party at a ballroom in the midtown hotel after the civil ceremony. The out-of-town guests seemed to all be staying at the hotel. But Bob and his girlfriend were staying with her parents in Brooklyn, far away from temptation. I had a couple of drinks and started talking to one of Dan’s friends from the industry. His name was Axel, and he was blond, blue-eyed and more muscular than the typical male fashion model. He was from Hamburg but had a small flat in Paris when he wasn’t working a runway or a fashion shoot. He was incredibly out of my league and I didn't know why he was even talking to me. While we chatted, I reached behind him and grabbed one of his muscular buttocks. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a drink in his room and we left the reception. In his room, we continued to kiss, as we tore each other’s clothes off. I pushed him back on his bed and got on top of him as we continued to kiss. Axel had a great veiny uncut cock, and I eventually licked my way down to it and pulled the hood back as I went down on him. He pulled me up to him and took his hooded cock and docked with my circumcised dick, our precum mixing under his hood. I pushed his legs back and he pulled them to his chest as I licked his beautiful hairy crack and hole. He made it wink at me, and I said, “I’ve got to get inside you right now.” He had some condoms, lube and a little brown bottle on the nightstand and I reached for them. I handed him the poppers then I ripped open the condom and squirted some lube on my cock. Axel huffed the poppers as I pushed my sheathed head into his hole and slowly slid all the way into him. I was a couple of strokes in and Axel pushed me out of his ass and said, “David, I want to feel you inside of me. I hate condoms,” as he pulled the condom off my cock. I didn’t waste a second before entering him naturally, although I knew better. I started fucking Axel hard and his hooded cock was leaking precum profusely. “I’ll pull out before I cum,” I said to him. He shook his “no” and held up the bottle to my nose as I huffed. With my head swimming I started to rail Axel’s beautiful pussy as then I came hard inside of him. We fucked each other much of the night when one of us would wake up horny. The next morning I woke up with Axel sliding his cock balls-deep, "Time to get up David." I returned home the later that day and the day after that, I felt that “pissing razorblades” feeling of gonorrhea.

Thx all for the good responses here in the topic and private. Some guys liked the more extreme parts and asked about Leroy. As a good writer, I need to hear the call of the readers. So I wrote a little side part. I do hope you guys like it. I can imagine it is not for everyone, though . I'll try to start on the next part, which will continue with the story of Jake again. If anyone has suggestions or likes to see something in a story, don't hesitate to write me. I'll see if I can work something out. This time I don't have any AI photos added to the story. It just did not work out to get the scene settings in it. Part 18 some light is shining through the curtains on my face. My eyes are still tired. But slowly, I start to wake up. My body feels a bit wrecked; my ass hurts, feels sticky, and it's itching. I'm leaking cum out of my hole. Fuck…. That was a night, I think to myself. How late is it? I look at the clock. It is still around 8:30. Slowly, I get out of my bed. As soon as I start to sit, I feel more cum leaking out of my hole. Shit... That was not the plan. Fast, I stand up and check the bed. Red, cummy fluids have made a spot on the bed, just where my ass was. There is no hiding that, I guess? What would the helpers think if they cleaned my room? It's not like they don't know what this is... I look at the camera in my room. If they wanted, they could have seen my whole night: fucking with the daddies, maybe in the middle of the night the scene at the swimming pool with Kayode? Damn…. I really did not think of all this…. But hell... does it matter??? It's too late now, and everyone is fucking over here. So if they want to watch... well... it's not in my hands, I guess. I walk to the bathroom to take a shower and clean my ass, washing away the dried and leaked cum. Trying to get my ass and body all cleaned up for what this day will bring again. Get some clothes on, do my hair and get myself ready. AsI walk to the door, I look at the panel again. I almost forgot. The panel still shows the matches from last night. The daddies that I hooked up with the rooms. It is clearly visible that I had the daddy and his boyfriend, Felix. So, if Leroy is awake by now, he must have seen. Damn. Was this the right thing to do last night? I am really glad I had both of them. It was a fucking hot, painful, and sexy experience. But... did I make the right decision to get a payback at Leroy? I thought it was yesterday, but now my anger has settled, I wonder. I really hope he isn't that mad about it. I guess I should go to his door and maybe apologize? I get my shoes on and walk to the door of my room. Slowly, I open it. There is another guy just opening the door and walking into the hallway; I clearly hear his footsteps walking away, exiting the building. I'll leave my door just opened, but I don't walk in. It is one of the other bottoms. I really don't want to watch him in the eyes now. If he had a bad hookup, I matched them up. So... I wait a second until the guy is gone. When the hallway is clear, I slowly walk out of my door and shut it behind me. I guess I should go to Leroy's door and knock. I should tell him I'm sorry. We should talk... Just when I walk up to his door, it opens up. I jump; I'm really startled because I did not expect this at all. Just when I want to say something, I see it is not Leroy at all. No, it is the HIV positive daddy who took the cruel condom. My eyes widen and my mouth opens up. The daddy laughs at me and shuts the door behind him. "Thanks, boy," he says to me. "This was a really good fucking night with that boy. I loved his ass, his eagerness, and damn, he could yell," he smirks at me. "I really had fun; I stayed longer than I thought. I spent the whole night with him." Uhhh... ohhh... ummm... I stumble... "How is he? Should I go inside and help him?" The daddy laughs, "He is okay as far as he can be." He smirks again. "Let him be; he is just in the shower." The daddy walks off, leaving me standing there, shocked, in the hallway. Did he stay all night? Leroy's hole... it must be torn apart... he must bleed like hell... his ass, his body, all of it; it must hurt like hell with this daddy. And his ass... filled up with HIV viral loads? Will Leroy hate me? Will I hate myself for this? Slowly, really slowly, my feet start to move, and I walk out of the hallway. Heading to breakfast, but I'm all in my mind. Damn. I hope this does not mean the end of Leroy's holiday? He must be really hurt. I stride along the swimming pool. In the back, I can see Kayode still chained up. He is lying on his back now, chained to the same table as at night. They must have let him take another position. His chest looks bruised; I guess that is the result of getting fucked, bent over on the table all night. There is a guy between his legs, having his legs on his shoulders and thrusting his cock into his hole. Cum is dripping down with every thrust. Kayode is leaking. When I come closer, I recognize the guy. I have seen him before... I know him... Oh, I remember. It is the guy from the roulette game, the slim younger guy. He was wearing the shirt with number 4 on it. He is now wearing a tank top, and he does look sexy in it, though the shirt is still falling loosely around his chest. In Kayode's face, I can see some pain, but he does not make any sound. I remember the guy had a huge cock when he fucked me. I guess that's what Kayode is feeling: an enormous filling up. But his hole... he is so used; I don't think he has any feeling left in it. It is so bruised by now. The guy sees me and nods to me. I nod back, but I keep a steady walk. Kayode does not see me, I guess, or he pretends he's not. I am sorry for him. I'm walking for breakfast, and he is getting fucked by yet another cock. No one is leaving his ass alone. Once I'm there, I take a plate, get some fruit, bread, etc., take a coffee, and pick a table. I'm still alone, so I grab a table for two. Slowly I start to eat, watching all the guys around me. Who walks funny? Who is leaking, and who shot his load last night? It is actually a funny game in my mind. I can definitely see some guys walking weird, so it leaves no questions. I just have to pay some attention to it. Some are even flirting, and sometimes I can see a hand grabbing an ass or crotch. While I'm checking all the guys and eating, I'm not really paying attention to the entry door. After a while, I suddenly hear someone saying , "Morning, Jake," a voice calls out, sounding a little hoarse. "Sleep well?" It's Leroy... "Leroy, morning," I stammer, pushing a chair out slightly with my feet. "You, uh, you want to sit here?" "Thanks, Jake," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto me. "Last night was..." He trails off, his cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "It was intense." I swallow hard, my eyes flickering with uncertainty. I can't help but feel a twinge of remorse for my part in Leroy's punishment, but the sight of Leroy's bruised and used body sends a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, I-I can see that," I stammer , pushing my plate aside. "How are you holding up Leroy? Did you watch the panel in your room this morning, showing all the matches?" Leroy's smile widens, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of the hotel's dining area. He carefully lowers himself onto the chair, wincing as his abused body protests. "Better than ever, Jake," he says, his voice filled with a strange, masochistic glee. "Thanks for the... arrangement. I never knew I needed that kind of... discipline." His eyes drift down to my plate, and he licks his lips. "Mind if I grab a bite?" "Yeah, of course," I say to him, sliding my plate over. "But I- I am really sorry for what I did. I mean, I matched you... I was angry, but I should not have done this. I'm so sorry..." Leroy's smile turns gentle, and he reaches over to take my hand reassuringly. "Don't be, Jake," he says, his voice soft. "You gave me exactly what I needed. I've been craving the real deal for a while now. And... I can't say I didn't enjoy it." He looks down at the food, his stomach rumbling, but it looks like his thoughts are still swirling with the memories of the night before. "I-I don't get it," I stammer. "I mean, why aren't you mad at me, Leroy? I know you liked your first daddy, and I kind of... took him away from you." Leroy's eyes meet mine, and he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper . "Mad?" He laughs softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Jake, you gave me the best gift I could've asked for. You didn't just give me any daddy. You gave me a taste of the life I truly crave." He pauses, his gaze intense. "And I want more." "I'd love to tell you all about it." I have to blush, my heart racing. I'm torn between guilt and intrigue. I can't believe Leroy isn't mad. He's practically glowing with satisfaction. "Okay, Leroy," I say, my voice quivering. "If you want to, I mean, I'm all ears." ------------ The story of leroys daddy night I am in my room, hands bound to the bed. My legs bound with ropes to the bed, next to my head, so my ass is sticking a bit to the air and is open for whatever is coming. Jake and the help are leaving my hotel room, while Daddy stays behind. His cock hanging out of his jock, wearing an iron cruel condom . He is smiling. Daddy smirks. Well, my boy, before we get down to business, I want you to know that I've been around the block a few times. I've seen it all, done it all. And let me tell you, nothing gets my blood pumping quite like the feel of a fresh, tight hole to claim. Ah, I see you've noticed the number on my jock, he tells me. That little number, 421, represents a legacy, a story of pleasure and power, of life and... well, let's just say it's a reminder of the connections I've made along the way. Each one of those numbers is a boy like you, eager for a taste of what a real man has to offer, the daddy smiles at me with an eager voice. My eyes widen as I stare at the number, my heart racing. I try to pull against the restraints, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. What... what does that mean? I ask a bit in fear. Daddy walks closer to the bed, where I am bound up, his hand still resting on the number 421, stroking it almost lovingly. His voice sounds soft, a mix with soft, eager, and dirty intentions; it means, sweetheart, that I have a very special gift to share with you. Each of those numbers represents a boy who's been blessed with a piece of me, forever changed by the power of my seed. And tonight, you're going to be number 422. I wait and don't say a word, my breath shallow as I try to process Daddy's words. The desire to be claimed by this dominant man, the desire to get pozzed wars with the fear of the whole process . Can... can you really be the one to make me like you? The one that marks me... to give me your... gift... the one that's poz me up? Daddy circles the bed, his gaze never leaving my naked body. He leans in closer, his breath hot on my neck. Oh, I can and I will, he says with a whispering voice. I've got what it takes, and you're just begging for it, aren't you? That sweet, submissive hole of yours is just begging to be filled with my seed. With a whimper, I nod, my body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. I whisper, "Yes, Daddy. Take me. Make me... make me number 422." Daddy approaches me, bounded on the bed, with a predatory grin . His cock pulled out of his jockstrap, standing hard, covered with the iron cruel condom, gleaming in the light. He gently runs his fingers over my soft, exposed skin and ass, feeling my tension and vulnerability beneath him. "You're going to take it like a good boy, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive growl. My eyes are wide with a mix of terror and desire, my breathing shallow. Daddy aligns the cruel condom with my tight hole, the metal top of his cruel condom digging slightly into my skin, a precursor to the pain to come. With a swift, powerful thrust, he starts to penetrate me, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the room. My world narrows to the searing pain that shoots through my body. I scream out in agony, my body arching. Trying to pull my feet and ass away, but held in place by the restraints as Daddy's thick, iron, cruel condom-covered cock stretches and rips my ass apart. I feel the condom's iron spikes dig into my insides, ripping and tearing my insides. I can't hold back a guttural cry. Nooo…. Fuckkkkkk. It hurts…… my hole!!!!!! Fuck!!!!! Dammmm!!!!!! Shit!!!!!! auch!!!!!! My hole….my hole….. please!!!!!! Automatically, my muscles clench to resist his penetration ; my hole and insides clench together, wrapping around Daddy's cock covered up with the cruel condom. But this only intensifies the pain within me, sending waves of agony through my body. My eyes water, and I bite my lip, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood. The pain is so overwhelming, but so is the dark thrill of submission to this powerful, dangerous man. Daddy's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure, watching my ass bleed around the edges of the cruel condom as he begins to pound into me with a relentless rhythm. I can feel the iron condom doing its work, the sharp edges slicing through my hole, and the warm feeling of blood running in my hole from the tears Daddy is making. Daddy's grin widens with my agonized screaming , his eyes dark with lust. He watches my face twist in pain; he likes the way my body fights against his pounding , my hole tight around his cock. He leans over, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear, "You wanted this, baby. You wanted to feel the power of a real man. And now you're going to take every inch of me, no matter how much it hurts." He starts to thrust harder, the iron cruel condom tearing deep into my tender flesh. The scent of blood and sweat fills the air, mingling with the musky smell of desire. The room becomes a cacophony of Daddy's grunts and my desperate whimpers. My head is slamming against the headboard of the bed in time with our feral rhythm, the mattress groaning beneath us. "Fuckkk...!!!!...." My scream is raw and primal, ripped from the depths of my soul as Daddy's iron-covered cock stretches and shreds my insides. My body jolts with each brutal thrust, the pain searing through me like molten lava. Tears stream down my face , sweat mixing with blood that leaks from my torn, gaping hole. My eyes are squeezed tight, as if by doing so I could somehow escape the relentless assault. Yet, amidst the agony, there's a twisted, masochistic pleasure that makes my toes curl and my cock throb. I feel so utterly violated, so completely used, and it's a feeling I never knew I craved until this very moment. My hole is like a murder place, pulsing and leaking blood, but Daddy shows no sign of stopping. If anything, my cries seem to fuel his fervor. "That's it, baby," Daddy grunts, his voice a mix of satisfaction and encouragement as he sees the blood seep around his cock, painting the sheets beneath us red. "You're taking it so well. "You're going to be number 422, aren't you?" His grip on my hips tightens, his nails digging in as he pushes deeper, the spikes on the condom tearing through muscle and tissue with a sickening sound that makes my stomach clench in horror and arousal. The room is a symphony of pained cries and the slap of flesh meeting flesh, a rhythm that seems to go on forever The pain reaches a peak, my entire body tenses as I feel something warm and wet spreading around Daddy's cock and filling up my hole. My hole feels like it's on fire, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving. "A-Aaagh... Daddy, it... it hurts so much," I whisper , my voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. I feel the iron condom burning inside of me, the metal spikes tearing my insides. A warm feeling is filling up my hole - the feeling of my blood. Almost a relief, it lubes me up so the pounding gets easier . A slapping wet sound fills the room. With a triumphant growl, Daddy pulls his cock out of my hole. The iron , cruel condom tightens around Daddy's cock. coated in a gruesome mix of my blood and ass fluids. a terrified, bloody view of something that is buried deep inside me. Daddy rips it off with a savage jerk, the metal cruel condom ripping off his cock with a sliding wet sound that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Daddy tosses the bloodied condom aside onto my body, his eyes never leaving my pain-filled gaze. You're almost there, baby, he purrs, his voice thick with lust. Now, it's time for the real fun. He aligns his bare, throbbing cock with the ravaged, gaping hole before him. His cockhead already slick with blood and precum, leaking from my hole. With a brutal, unyielding force, he drives himself back in, filling me completely. Fuckkkk…… i yell, wile i feel daddys bare cock filling my bloody wet hole. my feet pulling against the ropes to break free You are going to love this, Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with excitement. He grabs my face with one hand, forcing our eyes to meet. Feel me, baby. Feel the power of a real man's cock in you , he growls. Daddy starts to thrust hard and deep, his movements now more deliberate and controlled. The fluids from my hole mixed with blood, on his hand as he held my face, his thumb caressing my cheek leaving a crimson streak. Each stroke of Daddy's cock sends waves of agonizing pleasure through my body, and despite the pain, I can't help but moan. The sensation of Daddy's bare cock inside me is almost too much to handle. The pain has become a white-hot blaze that consumes every thought, but somehow, it's a pain that feels right My eyes lock onto Daddy's, the fear and desire reflected in them, like a mirror showing my own tumultuous emotions. The warmth of Daddy's hand contrasts with the coldness of my own fear and desire, but it's a comfort in the storm of agony. . My body moves with Daddy's, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge of unbearable pleasure. I can feel the warmth of Daddy's cum building, the pressure inside of me, and I know what's coming. My eyes glaze over his black smartwatch to see if it will show his status. His cock, wet and rubbing inside me. He is groaning . Pre- cum is leaking from his bare cock, deep into my teared-up and bloody hole. His love and DNA flowing inside of me, coating my insides. My eyes hold their gaze on his watch when it starts to light up red. Within it, it shows the text... Full-blown toxic poz. I moan out loud as soon as I see this... Fuck yeah!!! Encouraging the daddy to fuck me even harder and deeper. Fuck me, fuck me, I whisper softly, almost in a begging way. I finally have a real poz top between my legs, using my hole as his fuck toy. And I definitely don't want to disappoint him. I keep my gaze on his watch, which switches automatically to the next text on the red screen. His smartwatch shows he has nearly 800,000 copies per milliliter of blood... I moan out loud in fear and lust. I have a full-blown toxic cock buried deep in my ravaged hole, leaking his toxic seed, finding a way into my torn-up hole to my bloodstream. Fuckkkk . Will this daddy be the one? My moans grow louder, my body trembling with the anticipation of being fully claimed by this toxic, dominant man. Daddy's eyes bore into mine, his pupils dilated with lust. Daddy and I can feel his orgasm approaching, his cock swelling inside of me. Daddy's groaning , his need to claim his newest conquest growing more urgent with each passing second. His hand tightens around my face as he whispers, "You're about to become number 422, baby boy. Are you ready to take my gift?" I feel his cock swell in me, the veins bulging and pulsing with the force of his climax. My cries of pain and pleasure spur him on, his hips driving into me without mercy. The head of his cock brushes against my prostate, sending jolts of electricity through both our bodies. Daddy's breath comes in ragged gasps, and he can feel his load boiling over, eager to be unleashed into my torn and bloodied ass. "Here it comes," he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction, "You're going to get everything I've got." Oh... oh fuck, Daddy," I gasp , my eyes glazed over with a mix of agony and ecstasy. "Give it to me... all of it," I beg, my voice hoarse from screaming. My body arches off the bed, the ropes digging into my skin as Daddy's bare cock plunges deep into my ravaged hole. The pain is unbearable, but I want more. I need Daddy to fill me, to mark me as one of his own, to make me one of the lucky 422. My thoughts are a jumble of fear and desire as I feel Daddy's toxic cock deep in me, holding it deep in me, filling me. Pre- cum coats my insides with a mix of blood and cum. "I... I want it," I whimper , my voice barely a whisper. "Make me... make me yours." You are mine, baby, Daddy growls, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding back. But my desperate pleas push him over the edge. With a roar that shakes the very foundations of the hotel room, Daddy releases his toxic seed into my ravaged ass. His cum is hot and thick, pumping deep into my hole with each powerful thrust . His hips buck and jerk, his cock pulsing as he starts to empty himself completely into me , filling my torn, bloody hole with his potent, infectious load. My body shudders with each spurt, my muscles tightening around Daddy's shaft as I take the gift that is being bestowed upon me. Daddy's cock convulses within me ; I feel the heat of Daddy's climax spread through my own body. The pain has reached another peak, but so has the pleasure. My prostate is bombarded with each pulse of Daddy's cum, the intensity sending shockwaves through my entire being , causing my own cock to erupt and spurt ropes of cum that arc over my stomach and chest, a visual symphony of ecstasy painted on my own body. With a final shuddering thrust , Daddy pulls out, leaving my gaping hole to spurt a mix of cum and blood. He looks down at my body, covered with my own cum. clearly a sense of pride swelling with daddy, a smile on his face. Daddy wipes his cock clean on the sheets, leaving a red bloody smear behind. "Look at what you've become," he murmurs, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "Number 422. My little trophy." He leans in and kisses me, his tongue touching my lips, tasting the salty sweetness of fear and lust. My body trembles uncontrollably as the aftershocks of my intense orgasm subside. I can feel the sticky warmth of Daddy's cum inside me, mingling with my own DNA . My eyes flutter open, and I look up at Daddy with a mix of awe and terror. "Did... did you do it?" I whisper , my voice shaking. "Oh, I did it all right," Daddy says with a smug chuckle, a wicked glint in his eye. "You're mine now, boy. Part of my poz club. My DNA is deep in you and will change you." He laughs and watches the camera on the ceiling . I hope they made some good tapes of this... with that, he turns back to me, ramming his fingers deep into my hole. A feeling of pain and tearing fills my hole again. I can feel his fingers and nails tearing and scratching my insides on purpose . A moan leaves my mouth while I'm still bound on the bed. but let's be sure... that it takes... he whispers to me... I'll fuck and breed you all night, boy... I nod to him. Yes, daddy. I'm yours to use and to infect. Give me every load you can... ------------ Well Jake..... And daddy did. He fucked me the whole night, every time he could do it again. he fucked me while my legs were bound some more times. he eventually freed me , but I bent over for him all night willingly. I rode his cock, he fucked me in the bathroom, on the floor, against the wall, you name it. I even put his cruel condom on his cock again, and rode him. it was one hot bloody cummy sticky mess. so... well . I'm not sure... but the chance is pretty big ; his DNA is now swimming in my veins , turning me... and if not... my hole is so torn up, with every load I'm still going to take this holiday, the chances are really big. thank you jake.... with the match you gave me, you have probably sealed my destiny, and given me what I chased. I can't thank you enough . with that, he changed his seating position again, because of his hurting hole. and I ... I can just listen while my cock just got rock hard, sitting here with Leroy at breakfast.

So my bro and I have been playing beach volleyball quite a bit in Laguna Beach. I've made a few friends that hang out the nets..most are variety of people who liked to watch. Straight bros who wanna play, Straight girls who wanna get laid, older people or kids who liked to watch....and of course, the gay dudes who who ogle the players...lol...like I said I've made a few friends...wink! So a couple of weeks ago..this younger gay bro starts hanging out and watching. Me, my bro, started to eventually chat with him and it turns out he likes to draw...now this kid is not my type...either physically or mentally....he's very shy too but, slowly starts waving at us...and would start to chat if we said hi. He's a freshman in college..and art major, works for his parents, and lives at home in Orange County. We've invited him to play but, he's not the sports type...I'm gonna be blunt and don't mean to offend but, he's a nerd, in every sense , and he's pale and there is a sadness to him...My Bro said he reminds him of the Sandman on Netflix...pale and angst! So as the weeks went on he watch us play, read, draw, and occasionally chat with us when we weren't playing. So one day, as my bro played and I stayed out..I ran over to the this kid and sat down next to him and said hi as I drank some bottle water. He had been drawing. We chatted about how he'd been doing and just to keep the conversation flowing I asked what he was drawing. Now most of the time it's landscapes of the beach. This time he turned red but opened his tablet and showed me the drawing and it was me playing volleyball. The kid was actually a good artist and the likness of me was spot on down to the treasure trail on my belly. We hadn't been sure how this kid leaned sexually until now...I told him that it was beautiful and how impressed I was...and flattered! He shyly said that to him, I was beauty in a man's form and he wanted to draw more of me and then he reached over and briefly touched my left pec. I smiled at him said sure bro and then quickly ran back over to the volleyball game and started with a new game. Now I knew the guy had a crush on me but, I never expected to have him lead me to conversation that he, impressively, had the balls to bring and ask a few weeks later. So it was towards the end of the day and people had started to clear the beach...my bro had taken off earlier and I stayed to finish a game. When the game was over I was over at my jeep, toweling off, putting my shit in the jeep. I had turned my back to the beach as I was putting deodorant on and the kid came up behind and said hi! I kind of jumped cause I didn't him and turned...I said man, you're like a cat! I didn't hear you! I proceeded to put deodorant under my other pit as I laughed and he just turned red and kinda looked at me and the ground...he said he wanted to chat and did I have some time...I said sure so we leaned against the front of the jeep facing the beach. He proceeded to open his backpack, and pull out his tablet..he handed to me and said I wanted to show you my drawings. I smiled and proceeded to open it up...the drawings were of me playing and shirtless...then drawings of my back and butt...and then full on frontal nudes of me. Now he hadn't seen me naked but, his imagination wasn't to far off...I just stared at them and said that they are beautiful and that he was talented...Then the ask came quietly from him. He asked if he could see me really naked. Now I'm not shy at all and to kind of lighten him of his apparent nerves as well. I said like this and turned and mooned him! He actually laughed and said, that he wasn't a creep or crazy. That, yes, he had a crush on me, but, it wasn't a unhealthy one and he knew the reality between us. You know I did believe him. I said bro, we've all had crushes. He then proceeded to tell me that he's family would be moving to Europe and he will be going with them. He had been accepted into art college over there. I told him that was great news and Im sure he's excited and he'll go far in art career. He then said he had a request..That he wanted me to take his virginity! I was stunned but not upset...I actually admired the guy for asking. He proceeded to say that he knew he wouldn't see me again. That he wanted the first time to occasion that he will feel safe and in control. That he didn't love me and knew I didn't love him. That it would be for him something to cherish and remember. I said Dude, I've never had someone ask me something like this. He said that if was to happen he expected me to be very honest with him and ask him anything. So I said well...I know your not a stalker or gonna be the type to cling or fall in love me. That it appeared you've given this some thought. I said Dude, you're not my type at all but, you've explained yourself. I gave him my telephone number and said let me give a thought and to call me the next day. He totally understood and agreed. I leaned over gave him a peck on the cheek, and I left. After pondering it over and chatting with my bro...I was still on the fence about it when he called the next day. When I answered the phone, I asked him again why and he explained himself again and then ended that not everyone can say they lost their virginity to art. I said that i believe that a man can have sex in love and also have sex without it...that type of sex is like playing sports...everyone has great time, build camaraderie, make friends but that's it...after the nut, it's a slap on the ass and everyone involved says great game...are you able to know the difference as well. He said yes. I gave him directions and time to be at my place. I gave him what he wanted

Doug's fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as he waited outside the arrivals terminal. The afternoon sun glinted off the windshield, casting flickering shadows across the dashboard. He had been looking forward to this moment all week, the anticipation building with each passing day. When Jay finally emerged from the sliding doors, rolling his suitcase behind him, Doug felt a surge of relief and desire course through his body. Jay slid into the passenger seat with a grin, leaning over to plant a firm kiss on Doug's lips. "Miss me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Doug swallowed hard, his cock already stirring in his jeans. "You have no idea," he admitted, pulling away from the curb and merging into traffic. The drive to Jay's home was a blur of stolen touches and heated glances, the sexual tension between them palpable. As soon as they stepped through the front door, Doug was on Jay, pushing him against the wall and crashing their lips together. His hands fumbled with the buttons of Jay's shirt, desperate to feel skin against skin. Jay chuckled against his mouth, pulling back slightly. "Eager, aren't you?" he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. Doug's breath hitched as he managed to get Jay's shirt open, revealing his muscular chest. "God, I've missed you," he groaned, leaning in to nip at Jay's collarbone. Jay's hands tangled in Doug's hair, pulling him closer. "I've missed you too, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. But then he hesitated, his hands stilling Doug's frantic movements. "First, you should know I forgot to bring my meds on my trip," he said, his voice serious. "There's a small chance I may be infectious. Do you want to wait?" Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anxiety and arousal coursing through him. He looked up at Jay, his eyes wide and pleading. "I can't wait," his voice barely above a whisper. "No possible way. I need you, Jay. Now." Jay searched Doug's face for a moment before nodding, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Alright, baby," he said, his voice softening. "Let's go to the bedroom." They stumbled down the hall, shedding clothes as they went. By the time they reached the bed, they were both naked, their cocks hard and leaking. Jay pushed Doug onto the mattress, climbing on top of him and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Doug moaned into his mouth, his hands roaming over Jay's muscular back, pulling him closer. Jay's cock pressed against Doug's, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through his body. "Fuck, I've dreamed about this," Doug gasped, his hips bucking up to meet Jay's. Jay chuckled, his breath hot against Doug's ear. "Me too, baby," he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip Doug's cock. "Me too." They kissed again, their tongues tangling as their bodies pressed together. Doug could feel Jay's heart pounding against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of his own. Jay's hand stroked him slowly, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip, spreading the precum down his shaft. Jay then started eating Doug's ass with evident hunger. His tounge pushing in, then taking nibbles around his hole. "Jay," Doug gasped, his hips jerking up into Jay's touch. "Please, I need you inside me." Jay groaned, his cock twitching against Doug's thigh. "You're so needy, baby," he teased, his voice rough with desire. "I love it." He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube and slicking up his fingers while tossing Doug poppers. Doug spread his legs, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers circled his entrance. "Please," he begged, his voice trembling. Jay's fingers pressed inside, stretching him slowly. Doug moaned, his back arching off the bed as Jay's fingers crooked, hitting that spot inside him that made his toes curl as he huffed. "Fuck, Jay," he gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. "More, please." Jay added another finger, scissoring them to stretch Doug wider. "You're tight, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to be inside you." Doug whimpered, his cock leaking onto his stomach. "Please, Jay," he begged. "I need you. Now." Jay withdrew his fingers, slicking up his cock before pressing the tip against Doug's entrance. Doug's breath hitched as Jay pushed slowly inside, the stretch burning deliciously. "Fuck," he gasped, his nails digging into Jay's back. "Yes, just like that." Jay groaned, his hips snapping forward as he bottomed out. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So tight and hot." Jay fucked Doug slowly but firmly, pushing his cockhead repeatedly through Doug's second hole, and moving him through position after position. While Jay was spooning him from behind, Doug thought to himself in his poppered up haze: this raw cock fucking me has probably been in half the gays in town; this raw cock fucking me belongs to a guy who might love me; this raw cock fucking me might convert me. This was a level of sexual extacy far above whatever he had experienced before. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their pleasure, now with Doug on his back, feet over Jay's shoulders. "Should I pull out before I cum?" Jay asked. Doug stared at the biohazzard tat above the cock that was fucking him. "No," he said, "dont pull out. Breed me Jay. Fucking breed me." Doug's cock leaked onto his stomach, his balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached. "Jay," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I'm close." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug's now less tight hole. "Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock." Doug's back arched off the bed as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting cum onto his stomach. Jay groaned, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Doug, filling him with his hot load. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they caught their breath. Doug's heart pounded in his chest, his body humming with satisfaction. Jay's cock was still inside him, softening slowly as their breathing evened out. Jay pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling Doug against him. Doug snuggled into his chest, his body still humming with pleasure. "That was something else," he murmured, his voice soft and content. Jay chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Doug's head. "It was," he agreed, his voice warm. "But we should get cleaned up and have some dinner. I'm starving." Doug nodded, reluctantly pulling away from Jay's warmth. They showered together, their bodies pressing close as they washed each other with tender touches. After drying off, they dressed and headed to the local restaurant where they'd had their first date. As ate, Doug couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, his heart still pounding with the memory of their earlier encounter, feeling his rectum full of Jay' cum. Jay caught his gaze, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "What's on your mind, baby?" he asked, his voice soft. Doug hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns on the tablecloth. "I was just thinking about earlier," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "About how turned on I was by the thought you might be converting me." Jay's eyes darkened with desire, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth. "I was turned on too, baby," he admitted, his voice rough. "The thought of filling you with my POZ cum, of possibly converting you... it's intoxicating." Doug's cock twitched in his jeans, his breath hitching at Jay's words. "I still have a voice inside my head saying I should be more careful," he admitted, his voice trembling. "But I can't help how I feel." Jay reached across the table, his hand covering Doug's. "There's nothing wrong with how you feel," he murmured, his voice soft. "You're allowed to want it. You're allowed to get it too, if it's what you want. Fucking hot for me, if you do. I'll have to go back on my meds. My health is important to me. But I could wait a little while longer, if you wanted." Doug nodded, his heart swelling with affection for this man who could be so tender and caring, even as he indulged in his darkest desires. "Yes please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Jay squeezed his hand, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "After dinner," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I think I should have another load for you, baby. What do you think?" Doug's breath hitched, his cock hardening at Jay's words. "Yes," he gasped, his voice trembling with desire. "Please, Jay. I need you." Jay's eyes darkened with lust, his hand tightening around Doug's. "Good," he murmured, his voice rough. "Because I need you too, baby. More than you know." They finished their meal in a haze of desire. As they walked back to Jay's their bodies pressed close as they stole kisses and touches. As soon as they were in the apartment, Jay pulled Doug into the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Their kisses were frantic, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as they stripped off their clothes. Jay's cock was hard and leaking, pressing against Doug's thigh as they kissed. "I need you inside me," Doug gasped, his voice trembling with desire. Jay groaned, his hips snapping forward as he lined up his cock with Doug's entrance. "You're so needy, baby," he teased, his voice rough with lust. "I love it." He pushed inside, the stretch burning deliciously as Doug's body opened for him. "Fuck," Doug gasped, his nails digging into Jay's back. "Yes, just like that." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug's wet hole. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're in heat for this, I can smell it on you," Jay went on. Doug's cock leaked onto his stomach, his balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached. "Jay," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I'm close." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock penetrating Doug as deep as it could. "You want this ass I'm fucking to be a POZ ass," he asserted, his voice rough with desire. "Yes," Doug muttered, staring into his lover's eyes. Jay stroked Doug's cock with one hand. "You want this to be a POZ cock," again a declaration. "Yes," said Doug, his volume rising slightly. Jay shifted his caress to Doug's scrotum. "You want these to be POZ balls that make POZ cum," he said. Again, Doug stared in Jay's eyes and said, "yes." Glistening with sweat Jay growled, "yeah, you want to be a POZ pig like me." "Fuck yeah," Doug almost yelled. Jay groaned, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Doug, filling him with his hot load. Doug could feel the heat and the throbbing deep in him, his second ring fully open. Jay collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they caught their breath. Doug's heart pounded in his chest, his body humming with satisfaction. Jay's cock was still inside him, softening slowly as their breathing evened out. Jay pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling Doug against him. Doug snuggled into his chest, his body still humming with pleasure. "That was amazing," he murmured, his voice soft and content. Jay chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Doug's head. "It was," he agreed, his voice warm. "But we should get some sleep. We'll make another deposit in the morning." Doug nodded, his eyes already drifting closed as he cuddled into Jay's warmth. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and excitement for what the future held.

Breeding the Mormon Boy. Was in London yesterday and opened up sniffies at about 8PM. Hot 20 year old blond boy messaged me almost immediately asking if I could host and breed. I invited him to my room and he showed up in less than 5 minutes. He was fucking perfection...beautiful face, incredible body, and horny as fuck. I asked him how many times he had been fucked that day...he said he was at sweatbox and was fucked for 45 minutes but the guy never came..he was desperate for cum. He immediately stripped off his clothes. He was rock hard with a massive dick. He stripped me then licked me from toe to armpit...really aggressive and desperate licking...this boy was horny. I asked if he liked multiple tops and he immediately gave me his phone and asked me to invite anyone to join. I started by replying to the dozens of messages in his sniffies and invited everyone. I was in an easy access hotel so an impromptu orgy was no problem...the boy continued licking my body and begging for cum. I left the door open then started to fuck his ass. Shortly after another guy came in watching me...then he stripped and asked me to step aside. One by one, then 12 guys came in and fucked this kid as I watched...I knew it was dying down so then I stuck my dick into his hole and bred in the 13th load...mixing all the cum nicely... After I shot my load I fingered him and asked him to push out the loads...I fed them to his hungry mouth... He then asked me if he could beat off...I of course said yes and just watched this perfect boy masturbate... He came with a huge force and shot his load over his head...I scooped it all up and let him lick it off my tongue. Then we laid next to each other hugging...I asked him where he was from (Utah) and why in London (visiting with his family)...this was his last day and only "free" day in London. He got on Grindr and took two more loads in my room then left with a big smile on his face.

************** 2 *************** Prior to attending I had received instructions on how to prepare myself. They were fairly basic. 'Shower thoroughly and douch. Attend promptly at the allotted time. Read the contract thoroughly and make sure you fully understand your obligations and the consequences. If you agree with the details contained in the document, sign it. When you have done so and are ready to proceed knock on the door of the specified room number (this will be sent via text 30 minutes before you attend) at hotel mutually agreed between us. I reached for the pen. My hand was still shaking, infact my whole body was shacking. My heart was beating fast. I felt hot and was sweating profusely. My head was spinning and my breathing laboured. I also felt incredibly horny. I filled in my name and signed the contract then knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door was opened and I stepped across the threshold and into my new life. Immediately behind the door was a small entrance hall and a door that lead to the main part of the room. This door was closed. A tall thin man stood infront of this door. He was wearing a black mask that covered most of his face with just holes for his eyes and mouth. He also wore a bathrobe, obviously supplied with the room with the hotel logo on the breast pocket. Now I was even more nervous. God what the fuck was I doing. I handed him the completed contract which je glanced at and said "Strip, everything off" i was in such a state I couldn't even reply but, I did as I was told. I removed my T-Shirt first then kicked of my shoes and dropped my trousers. Then slipped off my underpants. Now fully naked, I felt extremely vulnerable. Beneath his robe I saw his cock begin to rise. Although I could see little of his face I could see his eyes were smiling. Then he turned and opened the interior door. Inside I could just make out five other men even though the room was almost completely dark, with extra thick blackout curtains placed over the rooms standard fitted curtains. All the men were naked apart from masks similar to that of the man who had met me at the door. They were mostly slim or skinny and all had erections. They looked in my direction and all walked slowly towards me. The man who had met me had slipped off his robe and approached me from behind. His hands ran over my buttocks and then between the crack of my arse. He put one arm around me and with the other hand began to rub a finger aroumd hole. I was still shaking, almost uncontrollably. One of other me infront of me said "Calm down and relax, this is what you wanted. What you've dreamed of. It's going to happen" The man behind said "Whether you still want it or not" All the others gave soft laughs. I was unbelievably horny now and ready to submit my body to all of them but, that didn't stop me from shaking. I said "I do want it. I want this more than anything. Please poz me" The men surrounded me and began feeling every part of my body. Hands and fingers touched my neck, chest, stomach, cock balls and even explored my face and mouth. The man behind me pushed a dry finger into my hole then replaced it with two fingers, stretching my sphincter and grazing the soft delicate flesh of my rectum. One of the men said "I love fucking neg guys, its as good fucking a virgin" The others made sounds that said they agreed. Two men the grabbed my arms and pushed me forward onto the bed. They got onto the bed either side of men and held my arms tightly. Two others grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. I had no intention of struggling or trying to stop what was about to happen but, it felt good. Another grabbed my head and shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breath deeply while placing his other hand over my mouth. At the same time I felt the last man behind me. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. The feeling in my whole body was intense. My cock was dripping precum. My head was swimming. This is it. Fuck I want this so bady. At last its really happening. These men are going to fuck and breed me with their poz seed. I will be poz. Suddenly the man behind rammed his cock deep inside me, tearing my sphincter and pushing his cock right upto the hilt as far as he could. The pain was horrendous and I cried out. But, he didn't stop. He began rimming his tool in and out of me. Now I understood why the other men were restraining me. I was trying to struggle but was totally at their mercy. As he fucked me his skinny torso lay flat ontop of me. The other men were quietly edging him on, encouraging him to poz me. "Go on fuck him, give him that poz load" "Yeah, infect him, he wants it" As he continued to fuck me my hole stretched to accommodate him and slowly it became less painful and just uncomfortable. And after a few more minutes it began to feel fantastic and I willed him to keep fucking me and even fuck me harder. I knew his pre-cum was already in my bloodstream but, knew it probably wouldn't be enough to successfully convert me. I wanted his poz cum load as deep in me as possible. He had been fucking me for at least ten minutes when his breathing changed a he began making grunting noises. I could feel sweat dripping off this body onto my back. Someone said "Fuck yes, this is it, your getting it" Another said "Oh yeah give it to him, fuck yes" Then the final thrust as he pumped is poz load into was delivered as hard and deep as he was able. This was followed by further short deep pumping actions as he emptied his balls of poz seed directly into my now ruined body. I had never felt so good. I felt like I had been reborn although in some my body was no longer my own. It belonged to the seed, the poz bug that was now living inside me. ********To be continued ********

'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?

This really os my favorite thread. Here's a photo of me licking my husbands cock before I sucked him dry recently:

He came prepared ...cleaned out and on Prep...so yeah, he took my baby gravy

*************** 3 *************** The guy who fucked me was now completely knackered and his balls empty of seed. He collapsed on my back and slowly his cock shrank and slipped out of my hole with a plopping sound. I could feel his sperm dripping from my hole, over my taint and then over my balls. One of the men said "Move over, I want to fuck him while most your cum is still in his arse" The man who had spoken replaced the the first guyb and didn't hesitate, he slid his cock hard inside me. He said "If his load didnt do its job mine will and my viral load is through the roof" The guys holding my arms leg moved off me. I guess they thought I was already likely to be infected now, so no point. I felt like the second guy had a bigger cock. The first guy had stretched the walls of my arse but, this one seemed to be on another level. One of the guys handed me a bottle of poppers and I took two lungfulls in each nostril. Now high on poppers with a huge poz cock in me and having already had a huge poz load pumped into me I was in heaven. As the second guy picked up the pace, fucking me deeper than anyone had ever done before, the first guy knelt in front of me and told me to clean his cock. I greedily took him in my mouth. His cock was still leaking cum and I savoured the taste knowing it contained his poz babies. The guy fucking me told me he hadn't cum in a week as he had been saving it up to poz me. He was really pounding me now, so hard but it felt good. The first guy said he needed to piss and told me not to let any dribble on the hotel bed. So, while being poz fucked I began to receive poz piss in my mouth. I'd never swallowed another mans piss, let alone poz piss. This felt beautifully degrading. I swallowed it all even though the guy fucking me didn't make it easy as I was being jolted around. The piss tasted salty and sweet at the same time. I wondered if poz piss tasted different from neg piss. He withdrew his cock just as the guy fucking me said "Another load of poz cum for you, you'll definitely be pregnant now" and laughed. Then rammed his cock in hard and sprayed my insides with his poz babies. I felt, degraded, used, dirty, powerless but, mostly just really sexy and horny. These men could have done anything they wanted and I wouldn't have objected. I was totally ore of them and willing to submit to anything. I felt I belonged to them and to the bug. ****** To be continued *******

I love sucking a good dick and swallowing a hot load ... but I prefer feeling my ass flooded.

Damn that was good cock

731 Our junior year (third year) at university came to a close and the three of us roommates decided to stay together for the upcoming fourth year. We got along well, and we enjoyed the convenience of being able to satisfy sexual needs without leaving home. With Dan and me, it was purely physical enjoyment of each other’s bodies. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and he was entertaining thoughts of becoming a model and had a trip planned over the summer to go to Manhattan because some agencies expressed interest. But with Bob and me, it started to become a little more. Bob and I started to catch movies together at the university union and then go out for pizza and then home to sleep together. We enjoyed being with each other and I found Bob’s scent to be irresistible. But Bob still dated and slept with women. He left of trail of broken hearts and irate co-eds. After briefly feeling a bit hurt and jealous, I saw our situation for what it was. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted from a “boyfriend”, but I knew Bob was even more hyper-sexual than I was, and that we probably wanted different things out of life. I knew he wanted kids someday. At the end of my third year, I met with my college career counselor. He had advised me at the end of the second year that I should consider going to graduate school to get a master’s degree and he had given me suggestions about schools to submit my applications. At our year-end meeting, he asked me if I had made decisions. I replied that I had narrowed it down to two large universities and that I scored very well on the standardized exams for my area of study. He gave me suggestions, and we parted for the summer break. At that moment, it truly struck me that life was moving on and I was moving along with it – that my comfy living arrangement would end in the next year and I would be moving somewhere where I would have to make new friends. Bob, Dan and I all had summer internships in large cities, but we would return to the apartment in mid-August. My internship flew by, and I enjoyed it, but everyone in the company was married with children or older. The apartment the company arranged was in a sketchy part of town. The large university in town was in the outer suburbs and not easy to access without a car, plus, it was summer break. So, I tried to meet people in dive bars in my area, but these were creepy places for the most part. I was exploring at the edge of the neighborhood one Saturday early evening in late July, when I saw a muscular guy in his 40s or 50s wearing some kind of leather pants over a pair of worn-out jeans and a tight black shirt walking in front of me. I thought he must be sweating like a pig with those leather pants. He disappeared into a building just ahead of me. There was no storefront or sign on the building, but there was a black door with just oversized address numbers on it: 731. I tried the door, and fortunately it was unlocked, and I could hear the beat of music coming from stairs which lead to a basement – maybe an underground dance club? I walked down the steps and there was a booth with a dude inside and a paper sign on the booth window that just said “$7”. I figured it was a cover charge. The guy said, “If you want a locker and lock, it’s $2 more.” And I handed him $9 and pushed a towel and lock toward me. He buzzed me in, and the place had a similar vibe as the Auroura Book and Video Store, but different. There were small lockers lining the walls of a room and there was an older guy in a jockstrap who locked me over and then grabbed his towel and walked through another doorway. I knew this was no dance club, and I quickly peeled my clothes off and stowed them in the locker and quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. The music was coming from speakers in the next room and there were some guys at the bar drinking beer. The variety of men went from leather muscle studs to very skinny middle-aged guys, to grandfathers with pudgy guts, and everything in between. I just turned 22 and was the youngest guy here by ten years. I noticed that there were condom dispensers on the wall, and I grabbed one and walked from the bar into a hallway. For no good reason, I had a fantasy that only big cities were suffering from the plague; not small northeastern college towns and certainly not athletic and masculine guys like my roommates and me. We had never used them with each other. We didn’t see the need. Plus, President Reagan never mentioned it, so how bad could it be? But being in the big city meant that I should be cautious. I walked into a dark hallway with gloryhole booths lining the walls and continued to the next room. The room was dimly lit and there were leather hammock-like things hanging from the ceiling beams by chains and some guys were getting fucked by other guys. I also noticed a padded bench and there was a muscle man in crotch-less leather pants and black leather boots who was strapped securely face down on it and getting fucked by another muscle stud; the guy strapped down had a leather hood over his eyes and nose and was sucking off a guy with a huge cock. Two or three others were watching this and probably waiting for their turns. There was also a bench like a weight-lifting bench and a shoeshine chair, but no one was using these. On the other side of the room was a swinging door, and I walked through. It was pitch black and hot and smelled like sweat and sex. I could hear other men, but I couldn’t see anything. I found a wall and felt my way along it. Then, I bumped into someone else. The first thing I felt was a hand on my pecs and my abs, and then he moved to my dick. I felt back and the guy was very muscular and well-built and a bit taller than me. He kissed me and I kissed back. Then he moved to my nipple and started licking and nibbling it. My cock was rock hard. He licked down my treasure trail to my cock and took me deep down his throat. He grabbed my ass cheeks and made me fuck his face while he rubbed his finger around my pucker. Finally, he released my cock, and I could feel his back and my cock was planted in his hairy crack. Then, he pointed my cock to his pucker and reached back and pulled me toward him until my cock head breached his ring. Bare. “Man, I don’t have a condom on!” I panic-whispered in his ear. He said back, “No problem, dude, I’m clean.” Hesitant at first, I plunged ahead and started fucking the guy. He also felt like he was pre-lubed because I slid into him with no friction. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, and we were both sweating. The pounding he was getting from me attracted some other invisible men who were fondling both of us. I felt a very hairy pot belly against my back trying to mount my hole and I pushed him away. Time seemed to fly, and suddenly I realized I was going to cum in this unseen stranger without a condom. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, and he pulled me deep inside of him. It was the first time I shot my load in another guy since the last time I fucked Dan in late May. The guy pulled off my cock and was gone. My cock was slick with cum. I grabbed a cup of water from the bar and then went to the gloryhole booths to collect myself and cool down. I berated myself for not insisting on a condom, but the guy said he was clean. But really, how could he know? Before I could obsess about it, a big bush and a circumcised cock came through the hole, and I reached out. I licked from the shaved balls up to the tip of his head, a solid eight inches. Having Dan and Bob as my coaches had made me into a very good cocksucker. Before, Dan said blowjobs never got him off, but I could make him cum with just my mouth. I gave him great head for about 10 minutes, then the guy was breathing hard and he pulled his cock out of the hole. “Show me that hole, boy,” he said. He was probably about 45 or 50 years old with a brown beard and moustache and very handsome. My ass needed to be rimmed badly. So, I turned around and put my ass up against the gloryhole. I felt his breath and then his first lick and then he licked my slightly hairy crack. I was in heaven. He tried to push an unlubricated index finger into my pucker, but I was tight and didn’t want to open for him. He went back to rimming me and then he tried to finger me again with something that felt like Vaseline. He rubbed it around my tight little hole, and I felt a slight pleasant tingling sensation. He kept licking my ass cheeks while he worked magic with his finger. I couldn’t resist any more and I unlocked my hole and let him push that finger into me. He took more goo and pushed it in me. Then I heard him stand up and I knew what was next. I still had the unused condom, and I tore the package open. As he put his cock up to the hole, I wrapped the condom onto his pole and turned around and pointed it toward my moisturized asshole. He slowly pushed in as I pushed my ass back against the wall. Finally, he was balls-deep and started to thrust. God, I needed cock so badly! He was pounding away at me, and I had two or three anal orgasms. My cock was dripping pre-cum profusely. Finally, he grunted and held his cock in me. As he pulled out, I felt cum dripping out of me. I looked around and saw him pulling the remnants of a shredded, cum-soaked condom off his cock. He dropped it on the floor and walked out of the booth.

Glory Be Life at the apartment went on as it always had, except Dan was getting fucked by me multiple times a week and probably the same by Bob. I say “probably” because the three of us never had a three-way, and I’m only guessing that Bob was fucking him because of the times I arrived home hearing Dan getting railed by Bob in one of their bedrooms. The only one of us who ever used condoms was Bob, because he was still having sex with at least a couple of women and he didn’t want to fuck up his life by getting one of them pregnant and having one of them use it to force him into some kind of arrangement. It's not like we could get pregnant and the full weight of the simmering epidemic wasn’t something I thought of ever. But that was not a problem for us because I was exclusively sexually gay only with Bob and Dan, and I assumed that they were only sexually gay with me, even though Bob seemed to have sex with more than his share of women. One day, I was running an errand off-campus on a fringe part of downtown. I thought I saw Bob ahead of me and I shouted for him, but he was too far away to hear me with the street traffic. Then I saw him walk into a store front I had not seen before, “The Aurora Book and Video Store”. I was nosy, so I walked in to check it out. I was shocked because I didn’t know this kind of shop existed. Along one wall were all kinds of porn magazines and books. Gay, straight and anything you could imagine. They also sold VHS tapes of porn movies as well as dildos and other sex toys that seemed very expensive to me. There were other men in the shop. I noticed that some of them were wandering through a curtained doorway, which made me curious. I followed one of them in. It was a dark hallway with doors on either side, and I could hear both women and men making sex noises. What the fuck! I opened one of the doors and looked inside, then entered. There was a small TV screen showing a porn video with a small stool against the wall and a small sliding bolt to keep the door closed. There was a machine where you could feed in coins to keep the porno running. Then I head someone say, “Hey, psst!” I jumped in shock and a bit of horror, and I noticed a hole in the wall and some white dude running his finger along it. What the fuck? I responded, “Hey? What’s up?” The voice said, “Come here. I want to suck your cock.” I faced the hole in the wall and the arm reached through and unzipped my jeans and undid the button. I dropped my jeans, and his hand caressed my cock and nuts through my underwear which made me get hard. He put his mouth up to the hole and hung his tongue out and I dropped my underwear and put my cock on his tongue. My hips were right up to the wall as he took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and started to give me the best blow job I ever had so far. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. After about five minutes, I started breathing like I was going to cum and he grabbed my hairy nuts and pulled them hard, which hurt a little and made me ease off on nutting. Finally about five minutes later, he let go of my balls and I immediately unloaded them into his mouth. He kept licking my cock head until I was oversensitive and I pulled it back. I was recovering from nutting when I heard the door close on the other side. The cocksucker was gone. I decided to check out another booth where it sounded like a guy was getting fucked. This booth was completely dark because the video had run out of coins. I looked through the hole and I saw my roommate Bob in the next booth, completely nude with his ass up against a hole on the opposite side of the booth. An enormously thick black cock was pounding Bob's ass. Bob’s cock was hard as a rock and swinging up and down with the rhythm of his fucker. Bob was bracing himself against the wall where my booth was, but he had not yet noticed the hole I was looking through. I was instantly hard again and I knew I wanted to eventually fuck Bob. Bob told me when we first started fucking that he only topped – he didn’t get fucked, so I was surprised. I didn’t know how Bob was able to take such a thick pole up his hole, but he was enjoying it because he shot his load without ever touching his cock just as the other guy was cumming in him. Once Bob came down from his sex high, he noticed me looking through the hole at him. He exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dave.”

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

So I’m relatively safe and easy going, but in the last 6 weeks I started taking my testosterone 2 times a week instead of once every 14 days. I had low T during Covid and it helped, and the doctor told me to experiment with smaller doses and more of them. Figured why not, well I’ve basically become the horniest man in the world hahahah. It came to a head today when i for the first time in AGES went on the apps with the intention of meeting as many as I could. I’ve been sex crazed the last 2 weeks. I started with a neighbor in my building, as I knew him from a previous encounter. He ate my ass like a god, then fucked me and bred me quickly. I told him while hanging out about my plan and how “I don’t know, now that I got a load in me maybe I’m good” and we decided to smoke some pot. I then left with a nice buzz and the buzz made me forget every and immediately was on sniffies, there’s an older man 2 blocks away looking to fuck someone. So off I went. went into his place, he was like 5’6 and cute as fuck. Like 60 years old, and he had a nice thick cock. We went at it for maybe 20 minutes. He loved LONNNNG strokes, right as he was about to exit my hole he’d SLAM it back in and just went like that the whole time. I started to have an internal orgasm, and my insides felt like they were pulsating and I was in heaven. He gave me two or three more before he came in me. Now I’m in a full body orgasm and don’t wanna stop hahaha, I see there’s a cruise spot in a park nearby, it says night is the best time. I just go and go to the bathroom and see, and I walk in and there’s feet in a stall with the stall half open. Holy shit, dick jackpot lol. I look in, black dude like 25, little scared, I tell him I know what he’s here for. We go into the handicap stall and I suck him and he gets big, 8.5/9? Very nice. He pounds the living hell out of me for like 4 minutes and cums. He was kinda shy, I got his number right then (he’s since text me lol) and decided I may wanna stop because he was rough. He asked me if I wanted a few hits of weed and I said ok……the beast was still there so I Decided to check sniffies one more time, super hot bear like 2 blocks away. run over there, he’s like 6’3 and built like a linebacker. Hot guy, belly, grey beard (gotta be mid 50s) and we start making out, and soon enough I’m getting on his dick while he’s laying down. His belly a little in the way while I’m riding his hot cock, so sexy……It was probably 6 but thick as fuck, and he wanted to be real rough so I asked him if he minded if I did poppers. Pulled em out, took a couple hits for my first of the day and the weed and that combined had me time travel lol. I rode him for 10/15 minutes, I started making out with him and holding him because I just didn’t want to stop. He was complimenting my hole, saying it felt so sexy. He said he wanted to go doggy, so I get down, and he putting all his weight on me, I’m having intense internal orgasms. He stops and he’s fingering my ass, I’m thinking his fingers must be huge because that’s a lot of pressure, he says “can I do more fingers?” and I said “dude whatever you wanna do do it. Lemme hit some poppers” …. hit some poppers and as I do BOOM….. I feel the pressure and then right away I knew, the fist was in me. Orgasms are coming to me left and right as he’s twisting his hand back and forth. I finally say “I fuckin have to cum fuuuuckkk” and I shoot a big load on his bed. He then said he needed to finish and I said “breed me dude, fucking do it. Destroy it” and I took like 3 hits of poppers and he slammed into me so hard. Was basically speaking in tongues as the weight came on and off, the over stimulation of the prostate felt rough but so hot. He dumped it all on me and I went home with cum oozing out. This morning I’m injecting myself with my half dose of testosterone and feeling my aching asshole I’m thinking “should I maybe not take this one?” hahahahaha

Bloody Hell! Love to run into your cock out on a trail Fuck Me!!!

Married daddy make me wear his wife's panties and dresses, put me up in truck stop area motels and invite truckers over to use me for his sexual entertainment. He said the sight and sound of me being used is exactly how he envisioned his wife being used like a cheap prostitute, and he doesn't have to worry about men getting me pregnant.

YES! I could feel this story. While ultimately and after lots of poz loads I chose a bit of a variation on cause of my infection; bottom line once I chose that it was quite like signing this contract. Infection wasn't just the 2% chance from raw sex with poz loads, but quite certain. But it did take me experiencing dozens of poz loads before I concluded that as much as I enjoyed them, they weren't making me a poz guy as well. But it's interesting, I made an informed decision, I am delighted to be experiencing HIV infection. I am not recommending this though. I truly do not think HIV makes us horny. But our horniness that was part of our willingness to risk raw loads; now casts us as the "desired one" once we seroconvert. It is weird and delightful to have the ability to be a gifter; and definitely something that took me awhile to get my brain converted.

Apps are still working for me, but always mixed results. Flaky guys, possibly fake ones, they've always been there. The real guys who want to meet though, it's no trouble, very easily 30-60 minutes from hi to being in person with that kind of guy. One guy was nearby and was about 20 minutes from hi to being nuts deep inside him. I really liked his energy :) Most times, if it's going to happen, it happens quickly with a guy. Long term chat mostly doesn't lead to much - but sometimes it leads to the best meets. I'll do it sometimes if the guy is unavailable for believable reason and I have a good feeling about him. Bi married guys can take longer to meet. I'll also talk a while if a guy is fun to talk with, it's alright sometimes, pics and talking are fun. The thing with an app is you can get to talk longer and I've had some long conversations with guys and really got to know what they like, and discovered we're a great match, and eventually met. I only invest the time in each guy I feel good about, don't go over that or it's not fun any more. And a good meet with a new guy, they happen when they happen, some things can't be made to happen right away.

My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”

Indeed nearly all the guys I fuck with are cheating on their wives.

Why hadn’t Kevin come back? Nigel looked at the naked man and the heavy, drooling cock and felt his sensible, rational self fading before the lust he felt. Slowly, he raised his tee shirt over his head, hooked his thumbs in his shorts, then pushed them down and stepped out of his clothes. His face was red with embarrassment as he felt Bill’s eyes on his chubby body and ashamed at his small cock and balls hanging below his ample belly. Bill moved towards him “So...you want to stay then?” Nigel felt the heat from the man’s body and gasped as Bill took his hand and curled it around his penis. It was warm and the skin was smooth. His fingers stroked it and were soon coated in Bill’s precum. Bill lifted Nigel’s hand and licked the cum from his fingers. Nigel shivered with lust and fear and Bill smiled. “Let’s go upstairs and find Kevin, shall we? I’m sure everyone’s checking him out by now.” Bill led the way up the narrow stairs, giving Nigel a close up view of his backside. As he climbed, the hairy buttocks parted to reveal a dark cleft glistening with some kind of lube. Nigel swallowed hard. He was excited by Bill’s bum, but also worried about what might happen next. They reached the landing. Kevin’s tool bag was outside the toilet but he wasn’t there. Nigel heard a TV and voices coming from a room across the way and followed Bill to the doorway. He felt really nervous about being seen naked as Bill stood back and pushed him inside. There were several men in the room on two couches. A TV on the wall was showing porn, but it wasn’t what made Nigel gasp with shock. Two old men sat on the filthy couches stroking erections as a nude man knelt beside them being fucked in his fat arse by a short, muscular black guy with a bald head and rings in his dark nipples. As he thrust back and forth, Nigel saw his cock was bare and glistening with cum or lube. The kneeling man groaned and turned his head and his eyes went wide as he saw Nigel standing in the door way. “K...Kevin!” Gasped Nigel. Kevin smiled and just knelt there being fucked. “But...he’s doing it...bareback!” Bill’s hand slid over Nigel’s back and cupped his buttocks. “Of course he is.” His finger slid between the soft mounds and probed Nigel’s arsehole. “He’s going to feel some sperm in him soon and he’ll get pregnant.” Nigel paled as he realised what that meant. But he couldn’t stop watching as the black guy’s thrusts became more urgent. He grabbed Kevin’s hips and grunted softly. He shuddered in orgasm and when he’d finished, he pulled a long, cum smeared cock out of Kevin’s rectum. “There you go!” laughed Bill. “Thanks,” grunted the black guy. He came over and winked at Nigel who was transfixed by the dripping cock hanging beneath his belly. “Mmmm,” He said. “Nice arse. I’ll give you my babies later.” Kevin sank down onto the couch. He could feel the spunk dripping out of his arsehole onto the filthy material. He looked at Kevin standing, nude, in the doorway being fely up by Bill. The lad was obviously excited by what he had seen but also unsure and fearfuk about this room full of toxic old men. “Well, Nigel.” He said. “You’ve seen me being bred now. Why don’t you sit down over here and relax for a bit.” Bill pushed Nigel gently into the room and he went over to the sofa on rubbery legs. The two old men made a space and he sat between them, feeling the heat ad sweaty smell of their old bodies. The thin one he had seen before said “I’m Sid, and this isArthur.” The other man was shorter, older and when he grinned he revealed a mouthful of broken and blackened teeth. He was sporting a thick erection which rose up from a metal ring at it’s base and he licked his lips when he saw Nigel stare at it. Nigel looked away red faced. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. He wasn’t stupid. He realised this dirty old men were toxic and he’d probably seen his aunt’s husband being pozzed. He squirmed and felt he should go, and yet it was so exciting to be here naked. Arthur produced a small brown bottle which he sniffed. It smelt like solvent and the whiff of it made Nigel’s heart beat and he felt languid and sexy. “So,” said Sid “You’re Kevin’s nephew.” As he spoke, he took Nigels hand and wrapped it rounf his stiiff cock. “N...no..”replied Nigel. “He’s married to my aunt.” He watched as Kevin sniffed the bottle and sagged back playing with a small cock beneath his belly. “Are you going soon, Arthur?” Asked Sid, ignoring Nigel’s reply. “Yeah, got to see a man in town” He pushed the bottle under Nigel’s nose and the youth felt the poppers sweep through him, washing away his anxiety and making him feel in heat. He felt hands gently raise and push him until he was kneeling on the sofa. He heard Sid say “Nice young man you’ve got here, Kevin.” as he rubbed something cold and slippery into Nigel’s arsehole. He jumped at this intimate contact as Arthur got heavily off the sofa and went behind him. He felt his boney fingers on his hips and then the heavy cock pushed against his hole. “W...wait...ooof..it hurts!” He wailed Kevin reached over and put the bottle under Nigel’s nose. “Just relax, Nigel” He whispered. “Let him in.” Nigel gasped and then the old man’s cock stretched him wider, wider and then slid up him in a rush. He groaned as he was impaled and then the man began to slide in and out, his balls slapping against his own. “Nice,” said Sid. “ What time have you got to be in town?” Arthur was picking up the pace, enjoying the feel of the lad’s rectum around his cock. “Oh..ahh...in about an hour.” He gasped “Gonna cum soon!” Nigel shook with the thrusts as the poppers wore off. He realised the man was intent on cumming toxic spunk in him and the thought made him excited and fearful at the same time. Kevin stroked his head “Shhhh.”He said. “You know you want it. It will be over soon.” Arthur was thrusting madly back and forth and then he cried out, pushed against Nigel’s bum and he felt the penis in him throb and throb as it spurted inside him. The old man stepped back and pulled out his cock and slapped Nigel’s bum. “Phew! Thanks!” Bill laughed and went off downstairs with Arthur. Sid stood up and moved into position. “It’s in you now, Nigel.” Kevin said. “We’ll make sure your pregnant before we go home, shall we?” As he spoke, Sid’s cock slid easily up inside Nigel’s arse through the lube and Arthur’s spunk and he sagged in surrender beneath the old man’s thrusts...

In London , don’t get many offers as a stocky older bottom but a visiting Saudi top wanted to breed me turned up at his hotel , unfortunately I had cut my lip shaving he was a hairy top Arab , big thick cock unfortunately no foreplay he just lubed my ass lubed his cock with baby oil and used me as a cum receptacle initially missionary then face down pounding my daddy hole unto; he filled me with cum

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."

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 don’t play well with other bttms

After our hookup (although I don’t think we referred to it with that word at the time), I had a flood of different thoughts that I considered the following weeks. I realized that I was physically attracted to Dan, but I didn’t feel any emotional attachment to him like I had with some of the girls I dated. But I had enjoyed it. Hell, I fucking loved it. Whenever I thought about it, I got hard as steel. Maybe I was just horny and needed to get off? No, that wasn’t quite it. Also, Dan and I didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think we acted weirdly when we were around each other, thankfully. So, life went on for the next week like nothing happened. Then the following Saturday night, I went to one of the local college bars with some buddies, but one of my friends got wasted doing jagerbombs, so I made sure he got home in one piece, but it was only 11 pm. I decided to go back to the apartment, and I could see from the street that lights were on inside. I unlocked the door, but no one was around, so I turned on the TV. Bob was staying at a new girl’s place this weekend (without his current girlfriend knowing about it). About 15 minutes later, Dan walked in the door with a 6-pack and a small brown bag which he threw to me. “Hey, what’s up?” I said as I caught the bag and looked inside. “I bought you something and I want you to use it right now,” he said. It was a fleet enema. “What the fuck is this for?” I exclaimed. He replied, “It’s for you to clean out.” Ah…for some stupid reason, I had not thought about why Dan’s ass was completely clean when I fucked him…and now (I supposed) he wanted to fuck me. OK, I was open to trying it. “Any special instructions?” I asked. “No. Just do it while you shower and make sure the water runs out of you completely clear and clean for a few purges. And don’t rush it,” he replied. A few purges? OK. I had never had an enema before, and I certainly did not want to embarrass myself. The shower and clean-out took longer than I expected. But I finally finished and walked to Dan’s room, and he was laying on the bed with his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I dropped my towel and bent over him, and we kissed. Then, he told me to 69 with him. We were sucking each other’s cocks for about five minutes when he released my cock from his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking around my butt crack and then he flicked his tongue on my pucker. The next thing I knew, his tongue was invading my hole, and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was shocking what he was doing and it was surprising how great this felt, and I tried to keep focusing on giving Dan head. He was fucking my ass with his tongue, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his chiseled chest. I didn't want this tongue-lashing to stop. Then Dan told me to lay face down on the bed. He got a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and rubbed some into my ass. He took and finger and pried open my asshole as I struggled against it in pain. “Relax! Just like to song goes. And breathe deeply,” he said. Finally, he got a finger in, and I stopped whimpering. “I think we’re going to need a little help,” he said. Again, he reached over and opened a drawer of the bedside table and took out a little brown bottle. “I’m going to hold this under your nose, and you breathe the fumes in as deeply as you can and count to 10 and then I’ll do the other nostril, OK?” So, with his hard cock lodged in my ass crack and his cock head poking right against my hole, Dan introduced me to the wonderful world of poppers. I was flying high as he quickly pushed his cock into me and of course it hurt. I took the bottle from him and huffed more until it started to feel better and then it began to feel amazing. Dan told me to lay on my back, then he lifted my feet to his chest and put his cock into me again. He told me to hit the poppers, and he started pounding my ass. In about five minutes he said, “Man I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” With several grunts, he slammed into me, and I felt his cock twitch as he finished crushing my anal cherry. As Dan came down from his orgasm, I could feel his heart beating through his cock which was still inside me, and his sperm was swimming inside me looking in vain for eggs to fertilize.

You probably have nothing to worry about. If this guy is taking one pill a day, where he was once taking 38, that's a reflection of the advancement of medicine, not that he's slacking off on his medication. Virtually all HIV treatment today consists of a single pill taken daily; those pills contain 3 or 4 separate medications that, together, do what it used to take a mass of medicines to do. Moreover, in most cases, those single-dose-per-day medications typically render the patient "undetectable", meaning that while he still has HIV, the level is so low in his system that it's not possible under any normal circumstances to transmit HIV to a partner. I can't advise you as to where you could find PEP in Berlin, but it honestly shouldn't be necessary, unless he was lying to you about being undetectable, or about being on medication, or he somehow managed to ejaculate in you in those five strokes. Incidentally, being a virgin does not make your rectum "a weak sucker for diseases".

Part 5 "Lay back down on your back son." He got between my legs and lifted my ass up and spread my cheeks apart. I felt his tongue again and my head fell to the pillow as my back arched my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I never knew that this kind of pleasure was possible. Seemingly out of my control my hands moved down to his head and pushed him as deep as I could into my hole. Both of us moaned at the same time. He pulled his head up and reached for the pipe and torch again. He got back up on his knees and fed me another hit. Then he took one but before he let it out he put the pipe down and reached back for his cloth bag and went back to my hole. I felt him blow into my hole with some of the cloud escaping around my crotch. "How does that feel son?" I didn't have the words to describe it. I gasped and tried. "So good da--oh my god!" He was rubbing something wet onto my hole and began to push his finger into me. "Just breathe. Take a deep breath in son. Now let it out." When I let it out I could feel him pushing in deeper. I had rubbed my hole before when I jerked off but I never pushed anything in. This was the first time anything was being pushed into me. I saw him fumbling a little with his cloth bag. "This is going to burn just a little bit but its going to feel good in a couple minutes." I nodded having no idea what new sensation was going to come next. I felt his finger again push into my hole and then I felt that burning. Not painful but noticeable. He worked his finger deeper into me and i felt his palm against my hole. His entire finger was in. Suddenly the tingling I had felt in my hole became something else. Hunger. And he could see it in my face. "It's working now isnt it?" I looked down at him smiling with that smile that said mischief. "Yeah dad. I think so. What is it?" "It's called a booty bump son. I want you to feel as good as you can so youll be ready to take your dad's cock." I was feeling great. This was so much better than I ever imagined it would be. He moved up to kiss me and rested the weight of his body on top of me. Our making out was even more passionate than before. I wanted to be as close and connected to this man as possible. Our hands exploring each others body and our cocks rubbing against each other. His huge thick cock pressed against my smaller softer cock. I could feel our pre cum getting slick between us. I didn't want this to end. I could make out with this man forever. But he broke the kiss. "I'm going to give you a little bit of the control." He rolled off of me and onto his back. He pulled me onto him and held my face with his hands. "Son it's time. I want you to sit on my cock. Take as much time as you want. We are in no rush ok?" I nodded and he pushed me up into a sitting position. He sat up also and told me to press my hands into his shoulders for balance as I hovered my hole over his cock. He poured some lube into his hand and I could hear him coating his cock with it. Then I pulled away and sat on his knees. In my drug fueled state I was the horniest I had ever been but something in my head was terrified. "What's wrong?" I didnt know what to say. I didn't want to make him mad. "Shouldn't we be using a condom? Just to be safe?" He tilted his head and smiled. "Dads and sons don't need condoms. That's why its the best kind of sex." Something was sobering me up. Like years of conditioning about the shame I should feel about what we were doing combined with always wanting to be safe about everything were bubbling back up at the worst possible time. "Mr. Kelly I mean we're just playing around but we're not actu--" "Stop son." I saw in his face that he was serious. The smile was gone and he was looking deep into me now. "Do you trust me? Do you trust your dad? Look at me. Do you trust me?" I just nodded too scared to speak. Something in his face was completely different. "I told you that I was going to show you everything you always wanted to experience but also some things you never knew. Isnt that right? Isnt that one of the reasons you wanted to come over here in the first place? You wanted to be brought into a new world?" I nodded. "One thing I want you to experience is raw sex son. I want you to feel the sensation of slick skin entering you and touching you deep inside and the feeling of rope after rope of cum shooting so hard into you. And I want you to experience that with your dad the first time so you never forget who introduced you to the greatest pleasure." I noticed then that he had never taken his hand off his cock. He was stroking his cock slowly. The image was mesmerizing. "Climb back up here son. Dads ready." That was all I needed to shut that voice down. I got back up into position and lowered myself slightly. I felt the slick head of his cock spread its wetness into my taint and up my crack grazing my hole back and forth. I could feel how big it was. There was no way it would be able to fit. "I'm just going to rest my cock against your hole but I'm not going to push. Look at me son. Press yourself down real slow. Its going to hurt a little at first but Im right here. Youre safe with me." I felt the pressure on my hole. This was it. I lowered myself and pressed down. My hole was resisting. It was too big. I tried a lttle harder but my hole had become a wall. I started to get frustrated feeling like I was never going to get this to happen and I would let him down. I sighed in annoyance but with that exaggerated exhale it happened. My hole opened and suddenly I felt that wet thick head pop inside me.

Thanks for all the kind comments! Part 4 "I'm so glad you want that son. I do too. Do you like what you see on the screen?" I turned back to the movie and the dad and son were still making out with the dad on top of the son. But the dad was fucking the son! When the dad pulled away from their kiss I heard him say, "You like the feel of your dad's raw cock inside you?" The son was moaning and getting louder with each thrust. Dad was cupping my balls and stroked by cock his mouth back to my ear. "We don't have to do that right now or even tonight but I know you want to feel your dad's thick raw cock inside you don't you?" I moaned softly excited and scared all at once. I had never even thought about getting fucked raw. Bareback was always fantasy to me. It was too risky to do for real. But the door to the secret room in my mind was wide open now and in that moment condoms seemed like the worst possible idea. I turned to look at him again and this time I was dead serious. "No dad. I want that tonight. I want that now. Please dad. Fuck your son." As soon as I heard myself say it I pulled back away from the center of the bed and dad's arm around me. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry I don't know what I'm saying. I...I ....I'm not like that." Dad reached for my arm and held it pulling me back to him. "Hey hey it's ok its ok. You're fine. I want to know your deepest desires. I'm here to make them all come true. You're not scaring me. I like that you can trust me with those thoughts." I was leaning against him again and heard the click of the torch. "Here let's do another couple hits. I think we could probably use something to help us relax." He put the pipe up to my mouth and I took another big hit. Back and forth we went until that urge returned. I grabbed my semi hard cock and I stared at dad's thick cock. Without saying anything I leaned down and licked the tip my tongue moving along his slit. I tasted the sweetness of his pre cum. "Oh fuck son." I felt dad's hand against the back of my head as he put the slightest bit of pressure so that I would take more of his cock. I wrapped my lips around the head and got the loudest moan of the night as dad's reaction. It was just the head but my mouth already felt so full. I tried to go deeper on his cock but my mouth just couldn't handle it. "God you're so huge dad. I can't fit you in my mouth." I was looking up into his eyes with his cock on my tongue. "That is such a gorgeous site. Why don't you just lick up and down the shaft. I don't want to cum this way anyway." He gave me what looked like a conniving smirk. I knew what he meant and I felt my cock pulse. I started licking up and down his cock trying to taste every part of it. It was hairy but it looked like he probably trimmed so it wouldnt get out of control and so nothing hid how big it was. "Come back up here." I felt like I wasn't doing a good job. I didn't really know what I was doing so this was probably not the best blow job he had ever gotten before. He pulled me into another kiss and laid me on my back his hands moving up and down my chest and abs. Then he kissed his way down my neck down my chest and down my abs and then he put my cock into his mouth. "Fuck oh my god" I screamed. His mouth felt amazing. He was able to get all of it in his mouth which was probably easier because I was still only half hard. After a couple minutes he pulled up from it and used his hand to stroke me while he licked my balls. He looked up at me as the tip of his tongue teased each ball and made me jump from the sensation. "I love how smooth you are son. Does everyone on the swim team shave their cock and balls too?" I was feeling a little embarrassed. I never talked to anyone about this. I just liked the way it looked in porn so I figured I would try it too. "Nah not really. I just wanted to see how it looked and felt." He kept teasing my balls but with each touch he moved further down. "Well they look amazing. How do they feel?" I could see that he was smiling as he gave me a small spasm each time his tongue hit my balls. "It feels amaaaaaazing." "If you think that feels amazing you're gonna love this." He surprised me and pushed my legs up and pulled my cheeks apart. He kissed each ass cheek and then all of a sudden i felt that tip of his tongue again brush against my hole. I lifted my head up with a gasp. This time he used more of his tongue to lick around and on my hole. "Wha- what are you doing? Oh my god." He pulled his head up. "You haven't seen this in porn? Rimming?" I shook my head. "Oh are you one of those guys who turns on a video and fast forwards to the fucking?" He got me. I started laughing and as my head fell back against the pillow his tongue pushed into my hole for the first time. My laugh became a long moan. "Dad oh fuck that feels amazing." For the next few minutes it felt like he was trying to use his tongue to get deeper and deeper into me. I was in ecstasy. I never even knew this was something that existed and it was the best thing I had ever felt before. I reached for my cock and felt that it was getting more than semi-hard. He raised himself up and lowered my legs back to the bed. He came back up to a sitting position and grabbed the pipe and torch again. "How about a couple more hits?" I didn't say anything. I just pulled myself up to sit up again with him. He put the pipe up to my mouth first again. I took a long hit and as I let it out he put the pipe back to my mouth. "Don't you wanna take your turn before I take my second?" He smiled and just said "You are so sweet Jake. It's ok. There's plenty for both of us. Go ahead take another hit." He made me take a few more hits in a row. All big clouds. It felt amazing and for the first time I felt the tingling at my hole. I needed him to take my virginity. Now. As if he could sense what I was thinking he put his mouth back up to my ear and whispered, "I think it's time dad takes his son's cherry." I shuddered and nodded. On the screen the dad was screaming "Take your dad's load son! I'm breeding you with the cum that made you son!" All my brain was saying to me now was I want to feel that too. I was ready.

I used to belong to a club, now defunct, called Wisconsin Bares. They've been gone for years. But started in 89 as a BB Nude play group. It evolved to be tame and social, and eventually disbanded. Being poz and coming to understand that I am just a ton more comfortable with fellow poz guys (or guys who truly don't fret it). I would be the host in the greater Milwaukee metropolitan area. I have always been a barebacker, and I don't really want to host sex parties where we all enjoy bareback fun with each other, taking responsibility for our own sexual health as we see fit. As I would be the host, guys coming would have to be comfortable with me being poz not undetectable as I plan to be an active participant. Which isn't to confuse my purpose as a host, which is man to man sexual pleasure open to all the others there. Not sure how/where I'll make it known. I suppose in these weird times maybe I should just suggest guys contact me about my events via email? I'm looking for some feedback. Am I probably barking up a tree that won't go anywhere?

Grindr has turned to absolute shit. Way too many scammers. And the amount of ads is asinine. sniffles is getting close. And limiting the area where you can message people on a “free” account is ridiculous

I love you easily Nigel sank into the delicious depravity of taking the old guys poz loads. I am sure Nigel will accept his forthcoming status with glee 😈

Story 4: At The Gym Todd stepped slowly in front of and flexed in the mirror of his tiny studio apartment, frowning somewhat before disgustedly slumping. Though one could say he was good looking, he’d always wanted to look more, well, hot. More masculine, more muscular. Like the countless guys he’d spent hours watching and shooting a load to on various porn sites. After 6 months though, nothing. Sure, he looked a little more trim, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, no gains were made. Sighing loudly, he grabbed his keys and water bottle, stepping out into the cool morning air. Jogging a few blocks, he stepped out of the dim morning light and into the surprisingly calm hustle of the gym. Looking around, he noticed a few men working out in the gym, his eyes immediately drawn to the monster of a guy lifting dumbbells, grunting loudly as he worked out. Immediately, Todd felt both horny and jealous, wishing he could get the types of gains that the gym bunny working out across from the bench he was sitting on had. Muscles on top of muscles, exuding a manliness Todd could only imagine. Suddenly, the guy met his eyes briefly for a second, causing Todd to fumble the water bottle he was holding. Trying to save face, he bent over and retied his shoes, feeling the blush on his face having been caught ogling again. For a few minutes, he continued to pretend to work at his shoelaces before finally digging up the courage to sit back up before looking down at his phone, pulling up the workout plan he felt he had foolishly purchased, seeing that today was unfortunately another cardio day. Putting in his headphones, he put on a high paced techno song to drown out the sounds of metal weights clanging and the whirring of different workout machines. Resigned, he walked over to the treadmills, noticing a hot looking couple of slightly less muscular guys running at full speed. Slowly he began to walk, letting his muscles warm up as the treadmill started with a lurch and he let his mind wander, building various hookup scenarios on the different guys in the gym. He’d be laying down on the workout bench, watching as the almost freakishly muscled gym bunny pulled his pants down and began teabagging his face, the massive set of bull balls likely hiding in his jockstrap resting on his cheeks as he hungrily licked and sucked on them, before the guy shoved his massive cock down his throat, putting on a show for the other muscled and oiled men as his legs we lifted by one of them. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild, imaging as a line of men lined up and began to drop load after load in his hungry ass, feeling as their muscled thighs slapped hard against his ass, getting thrown back onto their groins as he was used as just another piece of gym equipment. Suddenly, he felt the treadmill stop with a jolt and he opened his eyes, confused before looking face to face with the muscled gym bunny he’d locked eyes with earlier. Nervously, he pulled out his headphones, shocked at the man staring back at him, an almost annoyed look on his face. “Oh, um… hi!” Todd said, his voice sounding small and making him cringe inwardly, “Do… Do you need something?” The man’s frown grew. Confused, Todd’s smile dropped. “I said, do you fucking mind?” the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. Even more confused, Todd looked around, noticing the hot guys a few treadmills down looking at him, smirks on their faces as they watched the interaction between him and the gym bunny. “Uh… I’m sorry?” Todd said, unsure what was going on, feeling as though he was missing some very crucial piece of information, sweat starting to drip down his forehead. “Look man, some of us actually come here to work out and not get their rocks off watching people making real gains,” the guy said, looking pissed as he spoke. “What?” Todd replied, perplexed at the situation before the guy motioned down lower at him, pointing at his pants. Looking down, Todd felt a hot blush break out across his entire body, as he saw his hard on protruding in full force through his loose gym pants. The horror of the situation caused his brain to shut down, unsure what to say. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like a piece of meat and took care of that shit at home,” the man said, turning around and walking away. Hurriedly, Todd quickly rushed to the locker room, unwilling to look at anyone in the gym as he stormed across the space, his face feeling hot as he quickly slammed through the bathroom doors and promptly ran to a bathroom stall, locking it as fast as he could. For several minutes, he squeezed his eyes shut, hugging his arms around his chest and he waited, wondering how long it would take for everyone in the gym to leave so he could go home. Mentally, he beat himself down, telling himself he’d have to find a new gym, or better yet, maybe just leave town and never come back, knowing how quickly word in the gay community got around. Word would spread, he was sure of it, and details would likely get thrown in. He’d be the [banned word] that came in his pants running on the treadmill. Or probably that he whipped it out right in the middle of the gym and started jacking off in front of everyone. Reaching for the door, he slid the lock open and looked around, thankful that the locker room was empty. Rushing over to the locker, he fumbled for a minute, his hand shaking uncontrollably as he tried in vain to get the combination lock to hit the correct numbers. Suddenly, the door opened to the locker room, and the two men who’d watched everything between him and the gym bunny entered, laughing and talking as they came into the area and began to put their things away across from Todd’s locker. Clenching his hands, Todd turned his attention back to the lock, trying desperately to remain calm as he worked the lock again. He heard one of the men say something, not really catching his attention as he felt the blood rushing to his face once again, his ears ringing slightly as he fought back the feeling of utter humiliation from making him tear up. Todd jumped when he felt a finger tapping on his shoulder, looking over at the tall, muscular black guy staring at him with actual concern on his face. “Sorry… I’m leaving… I-I’m sorry…” Todd muttered, looking back down at the lock, biting his lips as he finished speaking. “Damn, babe,” the hispanic guy next to him said, pity in his voice, “Once again, looks like Spencer the gym rat scares another cute guy away from here. Guy really knows how to kick a guy in the balls.” “Look man,” the black guy said, slowly laying his hand on Todd’s shoulder reassuringly, “Spencer’s kind of the resident prick. Don’t worry about it. None of us are good enough for the muscle queen herself. He only goes for other roided out muscle gods like himself.” Letting a breath out he hadn’t known he was holding, Todd relaxed slightly and let go of the lock. “Yeah, man,” the hispanic guy said, pulling off his shirt, “I think he almost gets off making other guys feel inferior. Even when they’re hot and just enjoying the eye candy at the gym.” “I’m Alvin but everyone calls me Al. And my buddy there is Mateo,” the black man said, giving Todd’s shoulder a slight squeeze before releasing his shoulder and turning around. “Uh… Todd. Todd Cochran,” Todd said, holding out his hand to the men, feeling dumb as he did it, unsure whether to put his hand in his pocket or wipe it on his shorts. The hispanic man smiled warmly, shaking his hand, letting his thumb rub around on the top before slowly releasing it. “Well… Todd… Mateo and I were just about to jump in the showers, if you wanted to maybe join us?” Al said, grinning at Todd and he slowly began to strip naked, grabbing a few towels off the bench as he spoke. Todd stood in silence, wondering for a moment if he was reading the situation correctly, watching as Mateo also stripped off his clothes, tossing them quickly in his locker before following after Al. Looking behind him, Mateo drove the point home in Todd’s mind as he looked up and down on Todd’s body. “Be a shame to waste that hard on, don’t you think, man?” he asked, before walking out of the locker area toward the private shower stalls. Shocked, Todd stood there for a second, his mind racing as he was suddenly faced with the possibility of finally living out his fantasy. Snapping out of his stupor, he quickly began to fumble with the locker with a vigor, almost letting out a yell of triumph as the lock finally opened. As quick as he could, he stripped his clothing off, tossing them as fast as he could into the locker and slammed it shut. Grabbing a towel off the rack, he walked as fast as he could, following the sound of the shower head turning on and almost stumbled into the small stall, watching as Alvin and Mateo leaned back and slowly worked their quickly hardening cocks in their hands. “Told you he’d be fuckin game for it, man,” Mateo said, quickly pushing Todd down onto his knees under the shower spray, standing up and pushing his cock up to Todd’s lips. Hungrily, Todd sucked the large cock deep into his mouth, placing his hand over the large scorpion on Mateo’s stomach for balance. “Fuck yeah, suck that dirty cock,” Al said, watching in earnest as Todd quickly got to work sucking Mateo, lovingly licking and sucking the cock in anticipation for what was to come, “Show us how much you want it.” After a few minutes, Todd turned around and began to suck Al’s cock, compliantly standing up and bending over, giving Mateo access to his cock as he heard the man spit on his ass, the saliva dripping profusely on his hole. With Al’s cock deep in his throat, threatening to gag him, Todd let out a pained whimper as the large cock breached his hole, slamming hard and fast deep inside him, almost as if it was penetrating him to his core. “Oh, fuck, his hole is nice and tight,” Mateo groaned, quickly slamming hard and fast in Todd’s ass. Mateo’s cock slammed harder, filling up Todd as he slowly began to push his ass back on the cock, meeting each slam harder and harder, enjoying the rough quick fuck in his ass. Suddenly, Mateo quickly grabbed his hips and pulled him back, burying his cock deep as he began to shoot rope after rope of cum deep in Todd’s guts. “Yeah man, take my fucking load deep in you, white boy,” Mateo whispered, his fingers digging deep inside as he came, “I’m gonna paint the walls of those pretty pink guts with my cum, make em nice and slick for my man. Fucking take every drop, cause it's the only lube you’re going to get here on out.” Al pulled his cock out of Todd’s mouth, tugging on it as he lifted Todd’s chin, watching as Todd’s face took on a shocked and happy expression, his mouth gaping open as he felt the cum flooding his guts. Finally, Mateo pulled out of Todd’s ass, letting out a soft chuckle as he watched several drops of his cum slowly drip out of Todd’s ruined hole. Both men firmly spun him around and Todd’s mouth was pushed back down on Mateo’s cum slicked cock, as Al firmly pushed his cock in, forcing some of the cum back inside as he quickly and fervently began to slam his cock in and out of Todd, biting his lip in enjoyment. Sucking the remains of cum off Mateo’s cock, Todd groaned, feeling the long cock taking even deeper strokes in his ass, as Mateo eventually guided him up and started making out with him, the warm spray of the shower covering him. “Yeah, gonna fucking breed you nice and deep,” Al said, his voice deep and gutteral as he worked, “Knock your white boy ass up nice and good. You fuckin want my cum in you, don’t you boy?” Todd could only nod, turning his head around and kissing Al deeply as his strokes in his ass began to be ragged and uneven. “Fucking gonna shoot, man,” Al said, reaching around and wrapping his large, meaty hand around Todd’s throat, “You’re gonna fuckin get it, slut.” Suddenly, he squeezed a little tighter on his throat, and Todd could only choke out a slight groan as Al began to growl and stopped slamming, his cock twitching deep inside him. The three stood under the spray of the water, breathing hard from the sudden workout in the small shower stall. Finally, Al pulled out, giving a playful slap on Todd’s ass as he grabbed a handful of soap. The three quickly washed up in silence, Todd’s ass throbbing from the onslaught as they finished showering. Grabbing their towels, the three dried off and went back to the locker room. Finally dressed, Al sat down and pulled on his shoes, finally breaking the silence. “Hey man, if you want, Mateo and I are both off for the weekend, if you wanted to come to our place and learn a few more workout routines?” Excitedly, Todd nodded, following the two men out of the locker room. As they walked, he noticed Spencer, the gym bunny standing at one of the sinks, brushing his teeth. Unable to meet his eyes, he hurriedly past, hearing as the muscle freak spit out his toothpaste. “Fucking fags,” Spencer said, muttering to himself, “Gym is for working out and gains, not hooking up.” The only thing Todd could think to himself as he left with Al and Mateo was how wrong Spencer was. And that he’d definitely gotten a good workout, the first of many to come. -------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) My Roommate's Secret B) Boyfriend's Birthday Surprise C) Airport Hookup D) Stealthed Keep in mind the top story will win, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. In the event of a tie, I might be willing to write a second story . Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see. Voting will close on August 20th for the latest round of choices.

Ive never been picky about race as long as I can remember, but as I've become mostly a bottom cumdump, I've learned the power of letting guys chase me vs hunting. Now most the guys who reach out are black or latin. Big cocks are drawn to me and I must say they feel the best. Ill let anyone breed me, but if I get to choose, ill always pick the black tops.

he's definately a lucky guy to have crushed on you .. and have you say yes .. sweet .. and fucking hot!

LOVE this, we are definately the same guy. I'd rather swallow loads but facials are a close 2nd. Always leave a load on my face. Makes me feel like such a slut, painted and used. Wish we had bookstores/gh around, I'd be there daily looking for loads.

I'm so happy that my story has stayed one of the most read and enjoyed stories on here. Thank you to all. I've had one set back after another the past few years. I keep wanting to add to my other stories I haven't finished but then some new craziness comes up and I have to keep postponing. I'm hoping that in the next month I'll be able to finally start writing again.

Can't it just be whatever it is to whoever is doing it? Why does it need labels?

It not really about risk for me, it's about what I've come to associate with pure-pleasure. It's all about what I learned in my first experiences with men, which were always much more older than me—they were in command, I learned to obey, get more pleasure from taking care of the needs of men and not caring so much about what happens to me--as long as they are happy. And I keep seeking that feeling of bliss I got from those early experiences.

John’s Interlude John is kind of avoiding his friends. He doesn’t want to face them right now. Somehow after John has cum while fingering cum into his ass in the showers; shame has overcome him. John’s plea to his friend is playing over and over in his head, “Cum where everyone else does. Cum in my ass.” FUUUUCKKKKK! John can’t play that off as sexual fuck haze. He outed himself as a bottom to two of his friends. He also outed himself as a bareback bottom. FUUUCCCCKKKKK! As John wanders the park, he hears the music start for the party. Dressed only in his very small shorts and sneakers that he wore to the showers, John decides to go to the party instead of back to his camp site. He arrives and is popular. Most guys would think he is a top, but he is showing way too much skin and the shorts hug his ass too well to be a true top. In this era of tops looking like some muscled porn star in a tank top or wearing loose cargo shorts; John is showing off his body and his ass like a guy who wants to be fucked. John is chatting with some guys who have a makeshift bar set up. They are doing shots together and John is moving a bit to the music and talking to the guys. One of the guys decides to take a chance and he steps behind John to dance. John likes the familiar sensation of a man dancing behind him. Often in the clubs, this is how he meets the guys who will be fucking him a few hours later. John lets the man feel his body The man's hand feels his ass. John pushes his ass back on the man’s cock. Twenty minutes later, John’s shorts are on the ground behind a trailer and the man’s cock is planted firmly in John’s ass. John said he didn’t have a condom, but neither did the other guy. John used one of his favorite sayings that he’s said to many other guys about to fuck him, “Not like I can get pregnant.” The top, knowing condoms were available from any of his friends or even if he took this guy back to his trailer, smiled at his good fortune and slid his cock in bare. Five minutes after the cock entered John’s ass, the man blew his load in John. John moaned. Two more men fucked John behind that trailer, 40 feet from the DJ both. They both came inside him. John went out to dance for a bit. He saw his friends, but instead walked toward another group of guys in their 30s. He danced with them for a about an hour, cum leaking out of his ass. One of the guys dancing with the group steps behind John and another in front. They are grinding. John can feel their hands groping him. Their hands are searching him insistently – groping, demanding. John feels hands down his shorts. He lets the men feel his cock and his ass. He lets the man behind him slide a finger into his wet hole. One of the men leans in and asks, “Did you get fucked recently?” John smiles and nods. The man continues, “Boyfriend?” John says, “I’m single.” The guy says, “Come for a walk with us.” John says, “Guys I didn’t bring condoms with me.” They two friends look at each other questioningly and then watch the masculine man in short shorts walking toward the woods. The friends decide to go for it and follow the bottom in the wooded area. They are leaving the dance area as the DJ is cutting off the music. They enter the wooded area. John thinks to lead them to the shower room. He almost gets there but one of the guys asks if he sucks dick. John drops to his knees, the men get their cocks out and the John starts alternating sucking both cocks. A few minutes later John says, “Want to fuck me?” One guy looks down at John and says, “I thought you didn’t have condoms.” John says, “I don’t.” The one guy looks at his friend again with a questioning look. John stands and pushes his shorts off. He turns to show the men his muscled ass and leans against a tree. “Fuck it” says the one guy and he rubs his cock on John’s ass. John moans as yet another man slides in him raw. He fucks John for a few minutes and says, “Want my load?” John says “Cum in me.” The first top pulls out and the second top pushes his raw cock into John. In less than six minutes, the second top is blowing his cum into John’s willing hole. John moans as the man fills his ass with a load.

Getting Away, Part 9 When Matt comes back, High Dude is no longer there, and Jay’s friends are mostly mixing with other guys. One of Jay’s friends, Jamie, comes over and apologizes. Matt shrugs it off and asks if Jamie is having fun. He says, “Yeah but not as much as you. Those two guys you talked to were so hot. And totally different – like one is “works with his hands in the sun hot” and the big dude is “can break you in half” muscle hot. I want some. Matt, a bit on edge from the storytelling of others, takes a big gulp of his drink and prepares to tell this dude to fuck off. Matt turns on Jamie and sees his face is full of just good-natured fun and a big smile. Matt relaxes and says, “This can be a fun place. You been here before?” Jamie says no and he and Matt start chattering at each other rapid fire, laughing, curious, sharing information about the camp ground, all the things. Mya’s new song, “Case of the Ex” comes on the speakers. Matt and Jamie squeal at their favorite new song. Matt drops his ass to the ground. He looks over to see Jamie doing the same thing. The two twinks start dancing up on each other as if this song is the only song in the world. As the song ends, the two guys devolve into laughing and rapid fire conversation. One guy watching the two twinks talk turns to his friend and says, “They look like two chickens squawking away at each other.” Another dude says, “But that dance gave me a fucking boner.” The group around them agrees and they all laugh. Then they watch Snake arrive and speak to the two boys, with his arm around Matt’s waist. The guys watch Snake work his magic. Within a few minutes, he seems to have mesmerized both guys and they are walking into the field together, all three of them. Out of a sense of mixed emotions one guy says, “EVERY! FUCKING! WEEKEND! He gets more action than a rooster in a hen house.” The guys nod and laugh, and one says, “Appropriate since we all just agreed those twinks looked like chickens squawking at each other.” The men all laugh and go back to their conversation. Matt wasn’t feeling any sexual energy from Jamie until Snake swept them away. Now Matt is sandwiched between Jamie in the front and Snake behind him. Jamie is kissing him while Snake kisses Matt’s neck. Snake’s hands are rubbing Matt’s arms, back, shoulders and ass. Jamie’s hands take Matt’s hands to his waist. Matt rubs the twink’s thin hips and he slides a hand to Jamie’s cock and makes a noise of surprise. This twink is hung. By the time Matt runs his hand to the end of the bulge, he is mid-thigh on the twink. Snake says, “Find something you like?” Matt says, “Oh yeah. Jamie has a nice cock.” Jamie rubs Matt’s cock and unbuttons his shorts. Matt takes a minute and pushes his shorts and underwear off and takes off his shirt. Snake and Jamie both make appreciative noises at Matt’s eagerness. Naked, except for his sneakers, Matt returns to making out with the guys. Snake feels Matt’s ass (which has now been fucked by 5 men today) and Matt’s hole opens for his finger easily. Snake feels like this is going to be a good night. Jamie drops to his knees and starts sucking Matt’s cock. Matt turns his head to kiss Snake as Snake’s fingers enter his ass. Matt grunts and asks if Snake brought lube. Snake says, “Yeah babe. I got you covered.” Matt says, “You’ve never been in me covered before.” Snake pulls lube from his pocket, puts some on his fingers and slides them back into Matt. Matt moans. Snake says, “Yeah babe. Moan for me. You gonna take it uncovered again tonight? Gonna let me cum in you tonight?” Matt says, “Yeah. Do you want me to?” Snake says, “Fuck yeah. I want to breed your ass.” Jamie is listening to the guys. He continues working Matt’s cock. Jamie has never had unprotected sex, but he’s not dumb. He knows what “uncovered,” “cum inside,” and breed” mean. Jamie wonders if this very hot camp worker and very hot twink are serious. One voice in Jamie’s head is saying leave now and another is saying stay. Jamie stands up and kisses Matt and strokes his cock. Matt pushes off Jamie’s shorts and bends over to start sucking Jamie’s nice cock. Snake says, “Work that cock babe. You like it? It looks big.” Matt moans around Jamie’s cock appreciatively. Matt hears Snakes belt hit the ground. Snake rubs his cock in Matt’s ass crack. His cock head catches on Matt’s well fucked hole and almost sinks inside. Snake pulls back. He has plans for Matt tonight. He wants to see how far Matt will go sexually. Snake is usually still plying his weekend conquests with some kind of romance on night 2 of a weekend. He’s thinking Matt might be ready for the kind of night that makes Snake popular at this campsite. Snake starts rubbing his cock on Matt’s hole directly. The twink’s legs spread almost on cue as Snake pushes on Matt’s hole. Instead of entering the twink’s ass, Snake is pushing his sexual desire higher. Matt is moaning. He is sucking Jamie’s cock. Snake knows how good Matt’s mouth feels. He tells Jamie to switch with him. They turn Matt around. Jamie starts rubbing his cock on Matt’s ass crack. Snake feels Matt’s mouth around his cock again. Snake says, “Sweet mouth. Feels so good.” Jamie is loving the feel of Matt’s body and his ass. As he is rubbing his cock along Matt’s crack, his cockhead rubs Matt’s hole. Matt moans and Jamie almost slides inside. Jamie does not want to accidentally fuck Matt without a condom. He pulls back from Matt’s ass and says, “I want to suck Matt’s cock more.” Matt turns around and watches Jamie take his cock in his mouth. Snake knows if Jamie keeps sucking on Matt’s cock that Matt will cum too soon. He wants Matt’s sexual desire to hit that place Snake wants it to be – begging to be fucked. Snake doesn’t get every bottom to this point – some cum to quickly, some start to think too much, some get spooked by the crowds, some get spooked by the other men watching. Lots of things can go wrong. Snake has gotten about a dozen guys to the necessary height of sexual desire required to give up their inhibitions previously, including “July bottom” last year, and it takes timing and patience. Snake says, “Babe, you ready to get fucked?” Matt pulls his cock from Jamie’s mouth, turns and kisses Snake. Snake says, “Get on all fours. Focus on Jamie’s cock as I enter you.” Matt gets on all fours, grabs Jamie’s cock and starts sucking. Jamie moans. Snake gets behind Matt, lines up his cock, and pushes into Matt. Matt moans loudly around Jamie’s cock. Jamie can swear he feels the vibration of the sound in Matt’s throat. He almost cums from this previously unknown sensation. Jamie also watches as Snake’s uncovered cock slides all the way into Matt’s ass in one motion. Jamie says, “Matt. Do you want to use a condom?” Snake looks at Jamie incredulously. He’s unable to process this twink’s stupidity. If a bottom doesn’t ask for a condom or present one, they are willing to take it bareback. Only get them to admit they want it bareback, when you know their answer. Snake knows Matt’s answer, but this could fuck up Snake's plans for the whole night……………………….

Sorry for the short chapter there. Got interrupted and didn’t want to lose what was written so far. So…. But he didn’t pull out. He continued to tug against my ring from the inside, his now clenched fist turning like a washing machine. It drove me absolutely out of my mind. Finally I came, screaming so loud I’m sure the entire complex could hear me. I was hyperventilating and it felt like my entire insides and clenched down on his fist. He coached me to slow down my breathing and relax. When my hole loosened enough, Gino pulled his hand out slowly. Immediately he shoved his hard cock in me and started fucking me violently, telling me he was going to poz me and give me whatever other diseases he had. It was too much. I felt like my ass tunnel was being completely destroyed. He came in me again a few minutes later, the salt of his cum burning the tears in my chute. He laid down on top of me, his cock still inside. He wrapped his arms around me. I realized I was crying. I wasn’t really upset, just overloaded and exhausted. After I calmed down, he helped me up and we got into the shower. The warm water helped calm me down. Gino grabbed a washcloth and gave me a rubdown. After I dried off, I checked the clock. It was after 5am. I was still to spun up to drive but needed to get my shit together and get back to the house of my husband would be freaking out. We walked over to the whirlpool nearby. We were all pretty wobbly, them because they were really high, me because I was so sore it was painful to walk. It was a beautiful night out and the water jets felt great. Unexpectedly, Rob became affectionate and pulled me onto his lap, running his hands over my body, then wrapped his arms around me. Gino came up from behind, giving me a sandwich hug. I didn’t know what to make of these guys. Were they evil dudes on the lookout to corrupt party virgins? Or were they nice guys in the party scene and just got a wild hair to pop my party cherry without telling me? Turned out maybe both. We talked for awhile and then went back to the room to pack up and head out. That wasn’t the last time we hung out together, but that is story for a different chapter. When I got home, I was pretty messed up in my head. I had been so responsible and strait-laced my whole life, I couldn’t believe I put myself in a situation where something like that happened. I was chatting with a guy on BBRT who I’d been talking to for years but we’d never met. He was a really sexy guy about my age, shaved head, tatted with a big fat cock. We’d talked about hanging out quite a few times but just hadn’t yet. I liked his sense of kink. He asked me how Palm Springs was and I told him what happened. His response was, “Well, I party. If you ever want to do it again, I’d be down for that…..” To be continued

Continuing the story…. We followed Rob out into the shared area of the complex. There were rooms around the central area, that had a pool and hot tubs. He took us to a corner of the complex where there was an outdoor dungeon. In the center was a sling. There were four guys there sucking each other in different corners. It was dark outside with only dim lighting. Rob lifted me into the swing and began fucking me. With gymnast skill, Gino jumped up on top of me and lifted my legs so they could double fuck me. I was spinning and so relaxed and my hole and been fucked by both of them for hours so I was as loose as I’d ever been, but I didn’t think I could take these two at the same time. Rob slid in first. He felt so good and I moaned as he warmed me back up. Then Gino put his head at the entrance and firmly forced the tip in. They had obviously had lots of practice together. I didn’t think I could take getting double fucked again, but I was so high I could have taken an elephant, I thought. They both came again, one shortly after the other. While I was catching my breath, Rob was talking to the guys. One by one they came over and fucked me. None of them came but the nastiness of having four strangers stick their dicks in my slag hole was hot. Rob and Gino pretty much carried me back to the room. They smoked some more and Gino blew some more smoke in my face. I didn’t fight it but didn’t try to inhale it either. Rob said he was going for a walk and left for awhile. Gino and I talked for a bit and then he stuck his still hard cock in me again. He felt soooo good inside and I told him. I knew it was the drugs but I felt like I was falling in love with him. He was so handsome and nice and sexually in tune with me. Then he said, “You ready?” ”For what?” I asked, wondering what else they hadn’t already done. Gino slid three fingers inside me along side his cock. It felt fantastic. Then he added a forth and got his hand in up to his knuckles and held it there while he fucked me hard. It was better than being double fucked. I screamed as I tried to cum but the T was keeping me limp and unable to com. After a few minutes, he slid out, backed down and told me to just relax my body and my hole. He petted the outside and softly massaged the inside. It felt good. I felt a burning. I’m not sure to this day if he added more T but I wouldn’t be surprised. Then he inserted all four fingers up to his knuckles. I knew what he was doing now. “I’ve only been fisted once by a guy with small hands years ago and that was for like ten seconds.” I said. ”Just relax.” He replied. He coached me to breathe and push out and before long his whole big fist was in me. Fireworks blew in my brain and my entire body started to shudder. “Oh fuck, Gino. Oh fuck!” Then Gino started to turn it gently one direction and the other. I couldn’t believe the ecstasy that was wracking my entire body. Like every nerve was on fire. I moaned so loudly I thought someone would complain from another room. He continued by pulling almost all the way out and then back in. Finally I asked him to pull out. My nervous system was overloaded and I could not take any more. To be continued.

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Quinn I've just had the most intense orgasm ever and feel as if I'm floating. I've never had my cock in anything other then my hand since all the guys with whom my mom made me sleep had with just wanted to fuck me. A couple of them would fondle my cock, but like I said before they'd just do or say anything to appease their conscientious. None of them actually cared if I felt good, they just wanted to unload inside me, but at this moment there was an amazing man sitting on my cock which was shoved all the way inside his ass. I would never have believed that anyone could get that much dick in his ass. For fucks sake. If I lined-up along his stomach it would be past his navel. I looked-up and he was grinning ear to ear, still swiveling his hips and obviously enjoying himself. At that moment I remembered something Jason had done to me that felt awesome, so I decided to give it a try. I pulled down on his hips and make my cock jump inside him. This had the effect I intended: Jason took a sudden intake of breath, his head fell forward, followed by a very loud "Oh Fuck! You're a fast learner young man. Remember that for later." Jason starts to rise up off my dick but I hold onto his hips and lifted my hips with his motion I stayed lodged all the way in, asking "What, can't wait to get away from me now that you've taken my virginity?" "You learn way to fast and you ARE EVIL." With that, Jason leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on my lips. Then before I knew what he had in mind, he pulled off of my dick, which, with a loud thump, smacked against my stomach. "Damn, and you said I was evil!" "Yep. Guess we're two peas in a pod and deserve each other." He grinned down at me and then stood-up, stepping off the bed and offered me his hand. I grabbed his hand and he helped pull me out of bed. Once I was on my feet he pulled me into his embrace and held me. "I'm glad your here. I've been worried about you since I saw those welts on your back. I don't know what I would have done is someone and taken things to far and seriously hurt you," and with that he tightened his arms around me. I felt safe and comfortable. We rocked back and forth for a few seconds, but my ornery streak came out again. "Well, if all we're going to do is stand around, we should of stayed in bed with my dick inside your ass." Jason chuckled and responded, "Yep. You're evil alright. Guess I'll have to keep you around to protect the rest of the world from your wickedness." "Ok, I can live with that." Again I hugged him and Jason returned my hug with the suggestion "Why don't you jump in the shower while I make the bed. I'll join you in just a second." "Sounds good to me." Once in the shower with the water running through my hair everything starts to sink in. I was in love with a man who was HIV+ and who had 13 years on me, and that he had probably infected me or at least started to. I knew I could still get to the clinic and get medicine to stop it. Do I want to? I hollered "Hey Jason, can I use your shampoo?" "Sure." Do I have to get HIV to stay with him? I poured shampoo into my hand and start to lather up. Couldn't we just use protection? And I think about how it felt last night. How he was so patient and how incredible it felt to have him bare inside me. Was that because I loved him or does the condom deaden sensation, or was it both? I rinsed my hair, and again called-out "Can I use your body wash?" Again, "Sure." I wondered if there was a medication I could take so I could stay negative, even if we didn't use condoms. "Where are the wash cloths or can I...." I jumped as Jason opens the shower door, pointing to the loofah. "See that? That's ours." He points to the shampoo "and that? Yeah that's OURS too, as is the conditioner and ever other product in this bathroom." With that, he slapped my ass adding "This, now this, is mine as is this" he announced, wrapping his hand around my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, well, that works both ways right?" "It certainly does. Both your ass and mine belong to me, as does your dick and my dick." "OH that's just wrong," and we both laughed. I soaped-up as Jason washed his hair. A million thoughts were racing through my mind as I tried to organize them. We danced around the shower stall, alternating between getting wet and rinsing off. Finally I was done and made to step out of the shower, but Jason reached-out and lightly grasps my elbow, and, as I turned to see what he wanted, he leaned forward and kissed me. Then he leaned his forehead against mine, looked me in the eyes saying "Somebody thinks you're special." There was absolutely no doubt in my mind who that somebody was. "You know I think that same somebody thinks you're special too. OH wait. I mean I think your special or somebody ... oh damn, I totally blew that didn't I?" Jason was downright laughing his ass off, saying "Actually, baby that was just perfect. Okay, more immediate, I put your clothes in the dryer but that's going to take some time so I laid out a pair of sweats on the bed for you. The bottoms will be long but the top should be just fine. There's also underwear in the dresser across from the bed. You might want to wear some with the sweats," winking at me, then with a final peck he turned back into the spray to finish his shower. Once in the bedroom I headed for the dresser, where in the first drawer, I found socks so I closed it and went on to the next one, which, as it turned-out, contained more different kinds of underwear than I had ever seen. Looks like someone has a thing for underwear, I thought. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through boxers, jocks, g-strings, and ass-less shorts. Now that looks like it could be fun, I thought to myself. Choosing a pair, I quickly put them on and I was dressed by the time Jason came in from the bathroom. "You find everything ok?" "Yep but took me forever to wade through all the underwear. I swear a couple of them tried to grab me and drag me into the drawer." Jason turns beet red "Yeah I kind of have an underwear thing." "Kind of? That's way more then kind of." "So which ones did you get?" He reached around me began to slide his hands down the back of the sweat pants. "Oh no." I push him back "if your a good boy I'll show you later." "What if I'm bad?" "Then I'll let you touch them." "You know I'm going to be VERY bad?" "Yup. I kind of planned on it when I picked them." Jason raised an eye brow "Oh really??" as he stepped towards me. "Ah ahh aha. NO touchy till later," I admonished, grinning ear to ear. "Fine," Jason replied, turning towards the dresser. "Hold on one sec mister," I said as I reached past him into the drawer with all the underwear, grabbing probably the sexiest jock I had ever seen, suggesting "You get to wear that." "Oh really, picking out my clothing for me now. Soon people will be accusing us of being an old married couple." His words raced through my head. A married couple? All I could do was stand there. "Hey, hey. It's just a saying, okay? I kind of thought that was a good thing." I could clearly hear the hurt in his voice. Looking right into his face I stated "It is love. You just caught me by surprise. I just never expected anyone would want..." It was hard for me to finish, but I spit out the obvious words "...the whore's son." "Love, I very much want you and I'm tired of this self-description as the whore's son. You are now my man and that takes precedence. Even as we speak my DNA is combining with yours. So can we drop that awful phrase, and can you just be content to be my Quinn?" Jason reached for me and this time I let my body fold against his chest. "Yeah, I think I can do that." But as I leaned against him, I couldn't stop thinking about his reference to DNA, and how our DNA was now combining in my body. I wanted to be Jason's and the idea of part of him being inside me was strangely reassuring, but then the question remained, did I really want to be HIV positive, and as a follow-up, couldn't I have everything else but that? Then, aware, perhaps, that I needed time to think, Jason got back to the mundane, saying "Ok, let's go get your stuff, and we can grab some breakfast on the way there. 'kay?" With that we moved apart and I nodded in agreement. Heading out the door, however, Jason grabbed a jacket for each of us, remarking "I checked, your jacket is still soaked, so you might want to wear one of mine." "Thank you." "My pleasure. I plan on taking it off of you later" giving me a broad smile. "Mmmm, well, that depends on just how bad you are," and we gave a chuckle, and left it there. The trip to my house, no, to my mother's trailer, was quiet. Between eating my croissant, chasing thoughts of HIV and DNA, and worrying about dealing with my mother, I was preoccupied. Arriving at the entrance of the trailer park where I had lived most my life, I got my first real look at the grounds, and found myself thinking 'It's pretty amazing how we can live some place and never really see it'. The rusty trailers, some of them missing skirting panels, old cars sitting on blocks in the driveway, automobile parts and toys scattered all around the various yards, weeds being about the only plant that grew strongly, and, truth be told, they were sprouting up everywhere. I wanted to slide under the seat. I was so embarrassed. I never really cared. Never before had I cared about where I lived, or, for that matter, had I really registered where I lived, until I brought Jason to the dump, and not surprisingly I found myself wishing he had never seen the place. Perhaps I should have just made some excuse to come alone but it was too late and he was here. Still I couldn't stand the idea that he would see the unvarnished truth of how I lived. Rounding the corner, we were facing my mom's trailer, and to be honest, it was one of the worst. Panels were missing, rusted or beaten, the steps were broken, cracks in the windows were sealed with tape. The whole mess should have be in a scrap yard. I glanced over at Jason. Revulsion was plainly written on his face. I'm so ashamed and just bowed my head, staring at my feet. "Hey, love, look at me, please." I look up at Jason as he continued "Do you remember when I said I was proud of you, and you asked me how I could be proud of you, but then didn't let me answer?" "Yeah. I remember." "THIS is why I'm proud of you." I was completely confused and I am sure it showed in my face, but Jason continued, and his remarks put everything in perspective. "How many of the kids who grow-up here finish school? How many of the guys your age are healthy and drug free? How many of the girls who grow-up here aren't already pregnant, or have kids, or are selling themselves - and not looking for a way to break out of this place?" With that he stopped the car in the middle of the road and pulled me over to him, saying, with great earnestness, "You've fought to keep going to school, you've kept yourself in great shape, you don't do drugs and you don't go out and sell yourself." "But I do. My mother has guys over for me all the time," I sobbed. "Baby, what your mother does doesn't count. YOU don't sell yourself out, your mother does. What have you been doing when you're not with your mother's 'John''? You've been going to school, doing homework and keeping your body in shape. Right? How many of the other guys you grew up with here do that? Now place, however horrible, is why I'm so proud of you. Got that? You're so much better then this world." His words gave me the strength to realize and accept the truth of his declaration. "Thank you." "Baby, you don't need to thank me for saying what's true." I smiled, saying "Just park right here. I'll run in and get my things. it shouldn't take me long." "You sure? I'll go in with you." "No it's ok. It will be faster if I just run in. With any luck mom will be out of it, and I'll be able to grab my stuff and get out." "Ok, baby. Your call, but if you're too long I'm coming in to get you, and Lord help anyone who gets in my way." "You just want your clothing back." "Nah. Just the underwear." We both giggled. "Okay. Be right back." I took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked to my mom's trailer. I glanced back at Jason, seated in his car, and knew he was worried for me. I waved and headed up the four steps to the sliding door, through which I could see Mom smiling, seated on the couch, her hand on some guy's thigh. I slid open the door and Mom turned to look at me. Her eyes had a glassy look so I knew she was on something. "Well, there you are" she said, asking "Where have you been, honey?" "Around, I'm just going to grab some stuff and I wont be in your way and you can finish visiting." "Oh Honey, John's not here to visit with me. He wants to visit with you." John was a pudgy man, probably around 35 or so, about 5' 10' and around 250 pounds, and even when standing at the door I could tell he smelled. I had never really cared before as it had never before mattered what I thought, but this time I felt like I was going to be sick. 'Fuck it', I thought, and unbidden, the words came out "No, mom I can't." "Of course you can, Honey. John has paid very good money to visit with you." "No mom I can't, I....don't have any condoms." John spoke-up saying "That's ok, young'un. I don't need em. I'm clean." My mother, however, spoke-up: "No. No one does my boy without a condom. But that's ok. I've got plenty in my room. I'll just get you boys a couple and leave you alone to have some fun." But I took the bull by the horns and announced "No mom, I don't need condoms. I got infected last night. I'm not clean." "WHAT!" she screeched "How could you, after everything I've taught you? Well you just take care of John here, and we'll get you right to the clinic and they can give you them pills to stop it." "No mom I'm not visiting with John or any other John any more. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. I'm only here to get my stuff." And with that I headed off to my room where I grabbed my backpack with my school books, and a duffle bag into which I shoved what little clothing I owned that was decent. In the background I heard the sliding door open and close. 'Good. At least 'John' is gone', I thought. As I rooted through the drawers in my bureau, I heard Mom come to my bedroom door, but I cut her off before she could begin, saying "I'm not going to talk about this, Mom. I'm just leaving." The voice that sounded was not Mom's, it was John "Well, I'm not much for small talk anyway, but you're not going anywhere for a while. You're mom changed her mind and said that I could leave a few marks 'cause you're being such a bad child" and with that the back of his hand, he smashed me across the check. He chuckled as I stood there, utterly stunned, and 'John' continued saying "She did say not to break anything, but you know she's not around and if you fight too much, well let's just say 'accidents happen'." John then grabbed me and yanked me around, punched me in the back of the head and then pushed my head down, forcing me to bend over. Then with his other hand he grabbed my pants and yanked them down. "My what do we have here. Such cute little fuck-me panties. You must have worn them just for me boy. Did your mamma tell you 'Daddy' was coming and to dress up so purty for him?" I heard him unzip his pants. Understanding what he intended, I struggled to extract myself from his grip, but John, who was surprisingly strong for an over-weight man, clobbered me hard above the ear. "No, please don't, don't do this, I plead." "That's right boy just keep begging, love it when they beg. Gonna have you begging for more here in just a sec." I hear him spit and then he's shoving his hard dick side me. I try to tighten up so he can't get in and he slaps my ass hard and shoves my head into the wall. "You let me in first boy then you can squeeze" and with that he viciously shoves his cock into me. "NO, NO, DON'T! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" "Oh yeah, boy, I'm going to get off in you. Don't worry about that none," and with another cruel thrust he shoved harder into my ass, again slapping me in the back of my skull. I was dizzy from his last slap and my ears were ringing, so I just stood there, bent over, my head against the wall as he fucked me hard. As he did so, I remember thinking 'How can this be happening to me?' Suddenly John's cock was jerked out of my ass and his weight fell off me. For a second I stood there, trying to get my balance, when I felt the trailer shaking. Looking around, I saw Jason had one hand around John's cock and my mom's cutting knife in his other hand. The cutting blade was resting under John's balls. "You like it rough?" Jason seethed, hissing through his clenched teeth, "well, this knife is a bit too sharp for me to make it rough for you, but I'm ok with that." A small smear of blood trickled across the knife blade, and down 'John's' thigh. "Fuck, no, DON'T! Please! Don't!" "You know, I believe I just heard my LOVER say the same thing to you and how did you respond? I believe you told him to keep on begging." Jason was face is crimson with rage, and he was practically spitting in the other man's face. I notice that the blood was running a bit more quickly, and I could tell Jason was close to killing this piece-of-shit-of-a-man, and I knew I'd loose him if that happened. "Love, please," I gasped, "I need your help, please," I begged him. "Just let him go, and let's get the fuck out of here." Jason looked at me, and then back at John. "If I ever see you again, I'll fuckin' kill you, and if I ever see you near my lover I'll kill you slowly. Do I make myself clear?" The terrified man nodded. "Now get the fuck out of here," and with that Jason shoves the bastard down the hall. I could hear 'John' scrambling to get out the sliding door and then he was gone. In turn, I dropped to the floor, not believing what had transpired, shaking and sobbing. I couldn't control myself. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the tremors. Then Jason was there. holding me tightly. "Oh my god, love, I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. I saw your mother leave and thought she was upset and letting you pack. Fuck! Your own mother left you with him! No never mind that. I never want you to have to come back here. Helping me to my feet, he herded me to the exit. "Wait, I need my backpack." "I will get you new clothing. There is NOTHING in this fucking hell hole you need!" "Jason, I need my backpack." "I'll get you new clothing." "Jason, its my school books I need. My math book." "I'll get you a new math book." "Jason, I need that specific book." "Why?" "'Cause that's the one I had when I met you. That's the first problem you helped me solve. I need that book." Jason stood there staring at me, then clutched me tighter to his chest, sobbing and shaking as much as was I. "Lover, you have no idea how proud I am of you, and how much you mean to me." With that Jason grabbed my back pack and we were gone.