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This happened in 2005, when I was still together with my long term partner. We had been drifting apart for a while, and I had started looking outside the relationship for sex and fun. I had started off playing safe, but increasingly I was fucking and being fucked without condoms and really enjoying it. I always knew, of course, that some of the guys I fucked with were likely to be positive - and if I'm honest, this was a real turn on for me. It was the not knowing that turned me on - far more than knowing that someone was negative or positive - it was the knowledge that I was going home with a load up my arse that might be a positive one! I can honestly say, however, that I had never actively chased. That is, until Nelson and Richard came to stay with us. Richard was a good friend of my partner - they had met at university and had been good friends ever since. Richard had moved to Australia for work and had met his partner, Nelson, there. They had been together for a number of years and, though I had met Richard a couple of times when he had been in the UK, i had never met Nelson. I had seen pictures of him though, and I had always thought he looked quite attractive. I had always noticed a certain reserve on the part of my partner when he was talking about Nelson, and I had the impression that he really did not like him. Richard and Nelson were spending a week with us in London as part of an extended break in Europe, and one night as we were discussing arrangements, I asked my partner why he didn't like Nelson. "It's not that I don't like him, exactly," he said "I just think he's really irresponsible." I asked him why he thought that and after a moment's silence, he told me that Richard and Nelson were both HIV positive and, whilst Richard was on meds and was always very careful, Nelson was not. Nelson rarely took his medication and, according to my partner, still fucked with other guys and did not tell them his status. He added that it was because of Nelson that Richard was positive. I wondered if Nelson had been positive when they met and had not told Richard, or if he had cheated on Richard and they both got pozzed that way, but I sensed that my partner did not want to talk about it any further so I didn't ask. Richard and Nelson arrived the following Saturday and in the evening we all went out for a meal. I got on well with them both - but, whilst Richard and my partner had many shared interests, I seemed to have more in common with Nelson. I have to admit, as well as liking him, I found him really attractive. He was very tall, dark haired and, though slim, was quite well built. I could see that he had hairy arms and I could see what looked like quite a hairy chest at the neck of his polo shirt. I also couldn't help noticing his arse, and how well it filled out his trousers. I hadn't had sex for a couple of months, and by the end of the evening I was feeling quite turned on by Nelson. I also had the feeling he was flirting with me a little, but I told myself that was probably just wishful thinking. The first thing that happened was on the Sunday afternoon. We were all going out in the evening and Nelson went for a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he was naked, with a towel slung over his shoulder. He grinned as he passed me in the hall, and I had a perfect view of his long, thick cock hanging in front of his balls. When he passed me, I couldn't resist turning round to look at his arse. It was quite smooth and I have to say it was one of the sexiest arses I had ever seen. As I was enjoying the view of his arse, Nelson turned round and grinned at me - he knew perfectly well I had been looking at his arse and he certainly did not seem to mind! Later that day, I had a quick wank imagining that I had taken Nelson's cock in my mouth and had then bent him over to push my tongue up my arse. I came just as I was imagining Nelson pushing his big positive cock up my arse. The following evening, we were all out for a meal and some drinks and when we got home it was quite late. Richard and my partner both said they were tired and went straight to bed. Nelson said he wanted to have a shower and headed for the bathroom. I stayed up, secretly hoping for another chance to see Nelson naked and, a short term later, I got my wish! I was sitting in the living room when Nelson came out the bathroom and a short time later he was standing in front of me with a towel wrapped round him. I could see the outline of his cock through the towel, and it appeared to be at least semi hard. Nelson looked at me and I nodded. He undid the towel and let it fall to the floor and I found myself looking at one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. It was still only semi-hard, but as I took hold of it and began to wank it, it grew into one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. "Suck it," he whispered, and I bent forward and licked the tip of his cock, before taking it into my mouth and beginning to suck on it. I love sucking cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking Nelson. The situation was made even hornier by the fact that both our partners were so close, and may not even be asleep yet. I sucked on Nelson's cock, licked his balls for a while and then moved back up to his cock. I sucked him for a bit longer, and then he turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into my face. I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hairy arsehole. I pushed my tongue up his hole and began to lick it as he sighed and pushed his arse hard against my face. I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and pushed his cock into my mouth again. I could sense he was quite close now and, as I kept sucking, I suddenly remembered he was positive and I was probably about to swallow a positive load. This made me suck him all the harder, and a few minutes later he groaned quietly and I felt the head of his cock swell up and then he fired shot after shot of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop! After we had got our breath back, Nelson pulled is cock out of my mouth and bent over to pick up his towel. "Did that feel good?" he whispered. I nodded and he grinned and then said "It'll feel even better up your arse!" and disappeared out of the room. I was shocked at what I had done, but really turned on too. I knew that Richard and my partner were going out the following afternoon, and I would be in the house alone with Nelson. Would I let Nelson fuck me? Would I let him do it without a condom? Would he tell me he was positive before he fucked me? I wondered about all these things as I climbed into bed next to my sleeping partner and drifted off to sleep, enjoying the taste of Nelson's cum in my mouth. The following afternoon, Richard and my partner left to meet some friends. They were going to some high brow concert and were meeting a group of mutual friends for an early dinner first. Nelson got us both a drink and we chatted for a while. We got on well and I enjoyed his company - but I couldn't help being turned on by what we had done the previous evening. After a while, Nelson went through to the kitchen to get himself another drink. I was a bit nervous now - I knew I really wanted Nelson to fuck me but I wasn't sure I could go through with it - however, Nelson did not make any move and I was just beginning to think that maybe nothing was going to happen when he called to me to join him in the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that Nelson was standing leaning against the kitchen table, naked from the waist down - his trousers and pants were lying on the floor and he was playing with his cock, which was now fully hard. He motioned to me to join him and I wasted no time. A few seconds later, I was down in front of him, sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I sucked him for a while, then licked his balls, then went back to his cock. After a while, I motioned to him to turn round and he did, bending over the table so that I could pull his cheeks apart and get my tongue up his hairy arse. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so horny! I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and I sucked his cock again. Then he pulled his cock out my mouth and pulled me up. He turned me round and then pulled my trousers and pants right down. "Take them off!" he said, and soon I too was naked from the waist down. Nelson bent me over the kitchen table and then pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his tongue on my hole and soon he was licking me and pushing his tongue right up me. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned "Are you sure?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned again. I reflected that if he was going to tell me about his status, he would have to do it now, but he said nothing as I felt him rub some lube onto my hole and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. "Oh God!" I moaned, "Fuck me!" Nelson pushed his big cock right into my arse and I felt like I was going to be split in two. He gave me a minute to get used to his cock and then, just as I was thinking I would have to tell him to take it out because it was too big, he began to fuck me. I don't think I had ever enjoyed a fuck as much as I enjoyed this one. Nelson began slowly and then his thrusts got harder and faster. He fucked me for what seemed like ages and then pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and motioned to me to get on my back. I laid back on the table and lifted my legs. A few seconds later, he was back up my arse. He fucked me even harder this time and I loved every minute of it. I had almost forgotten about his status, but now I remembered. The fact that he was positive and I was letting him fuck me without a condom really turned me on. I was surprised to find that the fact that he had not told me his status and was obviously intending to stealth me, turned me on even more! He was getting close now and was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before. I knew he was about to cum in me and I realised the one thing that would turn me on even more. "Can I ask you something?" I panted as he thrust his cock hard up my arse. "What?" he said "Are you on meds?" I asked, looking straight at him. He kept thrusting hard up my arse and grinned at me. "No!" he said. "I'm not!" "Oh Fuck!" I moaned. "You're going to give me HIV, aren't you!" "Yes" he said "I am!" "Do it" I moaned "Fucking do it - give me a baby!" Just at that moment he groaned and I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. As he began to breed me, I took hold of my cock and, after just one or two strokes, I shot a massive load all over myself. It seemed like neither of us would ever stop cumming - but eventually Nelson pulled his cock out of my arse and collapsed on top of me. I had never behaved like this before - but it was the best fuck ever! I enjoyed the feeling of having Nelson's dirty cum in my arse for the rest of the day - and couldn't help wondering if his cum was already doing its work inside me. Later on, shortly before the others were due back, Nelson told me to pull my pants down and bend over. I did, and he fucked me again and dumped a second load up me. Nelson and I fucked every chance we got after that - always without a condom and always with me hoping he would knock me up. About a year or so later, my partner and I split up and we divided our stuff up between us. I got the kitchen table! I still have it today and I have been fucked on it and over it quite a few times since then - but none of these fucks could ever compare to that first fuck with Nelson - the fuck I knew would change my life!

Author’s note: This chapter is a departure from the others because the character “Brian” is a mixture of guys I ran into during my time in Southern California who had similar qualities and behaviors. This chapter was difficult to write and for better or worse, I decided to take this road. LaLa Land Los Angeles in the late 1980s was never a place I imagined myself living in, but here I was. It was not so much an escape from the East Coast as it was a change of scenery, perhaps the turning of the page to a new chapter. Emotionally, I felt bruised and bloodied, but not defeated. I was born stubborn. But at that time, I thought new people, new job, new scene, agreeable weather, with an occasional shake to keep things interesting. You know, "shaken, not stirred." Dan’s death was the final impetus for that change I’d been contemplating. When he told me he was ill, he never spelled it out, nor did he need to. His partner Kieran followed him with “cancer” shortly before his 30th birthday. About a year prior, my doctor insisted that I finally submit to an HIV test. He began to require that all his gay patients be tested. He was tired of seeing his patients dropping like flies, and he wanted to see the day that this was no longer the case. He treated all the STDs I regularly picked up through random sex, so it was a surprise to no-one when the test showed that I was indeed positive. He remarked that my vital signs continued to be extremely strong, and I commented that I felt normal and healthy, and I hadn’t ever been truly sick. He told me that there were some promising medications to treat HIV/AIDS that were hopefully coming in the very near future. He counseled me that the experimental drugs current being tested on people were toxic to many (all) patients. Like all other gay city guys, I knew men who tried to choke down handfuls of pills to buy another day of life. My doctor recommended that I delay starting any meds and that my vitals continue to be monitored. He urged that I use condoms with each and every sexual encounter, blah, blah, blah. In my short life as a gay man, I’d dated some guys exclusively, others casually, and I’d had both anonymous sex with strangers as well as with friends and guys I knew quite well. I started to look at sex as “living for the moment” with good reason. But I intended to be responsible and do my part to avoid spreading further disease. I had no idea how long I had been HIV positive, who I contracted it from, whom I had given it to. Fast forward about a year and I was still the picture of health as I started a new chapter in LA. There are so many exceptionally beautiful people in LA trying to get into “the industry” as Angelenos call it. Of course, LA throughout its history has always been crawling with gays. Where I lived at the time, the Mid-Wilshire district was no exception. One morning I was running late for a meeting, and I drove into the garage of the office building. As I walked to the elevator lobby, a very handsome guy my age held the door open for me. Our eyes locked as I said thanks. He was about 6 feet tall to my 5 feet 10 inches, he had brown puppy-dog eyes and somewhat long brown hair to my blue eyes and short dirty blond hair. Of course he was as fit as fuck. The next day at lunch time, I went to one of the sandwich shops in the lobby of the building and I saw him again. As he walked toward the outdoor patio to have his lunch, he looked up and I smiled at him. “May I join you?” I asked. His name was Brian, and he worked a few floors away from me for a talent agency. He lived in West Hollywood (WeHo), but his father was in the military and so he’d grown-up all over. We exchanged numbers and I asked him out for a drink that Saturday night. We met at a WeHo bar and chatted about our experiences since moving to LA, our jobs, and of course sex. Later on, we walked on to another bar for a change of scenery. Brian held the door for me, and we walked into one of the seedier gay bars I could remember. I don't remember the name of the place, which probably closed long ago and has since been gentrified. Brian led me to the back room of the bar which was especially dark because my eyes hadn’t adjusted. We entered a kind of privacy stall with a door, and he started kissing me passionately. He unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rock-hard cock and started sucking me. I hadn’t realized that this was going to be that kind of date, but my cock and Brian’s mouth were in control now. I’d just shaved my ball-sack and manscaped before our date. Brian was able to take both my large hairless nuts into his mouth simultaneously and he looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes. I pulled my sack from his mouth and pointed my cock to his lips, and he parted them and took my cockhead all the way to the very back of his throat. After a time, I groaned, “Brian, you’re getting me very close.” He started mouth-fucking my cock fast and furiously. I felt my nuts contract as I started feeding my load to him. He swallowed, licked his lips and smiled at me. He stood up and we kissed for quite a long time: two queer men alone together in the middle of a crowded gay bar dark room. Finally, I turned Brian around so his back was against my chest. I pushed up his shirt and licked from his neck down his bare skin along his spine which made him shudder. I savored the saltiness of the slight sweatiness of his spine. I got down to the waist of his jeans, but before I could do anything, he dropped his jeans from his muscular ass and down to his knees. He was wearing a jockstrap, the slut! I buried my face between his lightly hairy ass cheeks. I breathed in his essence as my tongue began to explore his tight pucker. As I pushed my tongue up into him, I heard Brian huffing a brown bottle he must have grabbed from his jeans before he dropped them. His hole relaxed and opened up for me like an Easter flower. He reached back and pulled my face deeper between his glorious ass cheeks and at that moment, I never wanted to be anywhere else. He was moaning as I rimmed him and he finally gasped, “I want you inside, Dave.” I stood up and rubbed my cock so it was lodged lengthwise along his hairy crack. He bent over to give me easy access, and I teased his hole. I reached down to my jeans pocket and grabbed a condom and a little packet of lube. “Put it on me,” I instructed Brian as I handed it to him. He tossed the rubber on the floor as he opened the lube packet with his teeth and then spread some on his hole and fingered some inside. Then he reached back and placed my cock head at his pucker and he pushed back. My cock slid into him, and I eventually bottomed out in him with my balls against his taint. A choice had been made. I fucked him hard, and our sex noises blended with those of all the other guys who were fucking in similar cubicles or just out in the open in the darkroom. Finally, I came in him and I rested my body on top of his. Eventually, my softening cock plopped out of his hole along with some of my babies that dripped onto the floor. We went back to my place and jumped into bed. Brian road my cock cowboy style as I reached around and pinched his nipples and then let another load loose in him as he shot all over his abs. The next morning with the sun coming over the horizon, I looked down into his eyes as he looked up at me with his ankles on my shoulders. I really came to love Brian and we tried to have a real relationship, but it just didn’t seem to work for us. We were better off as fuck friends than boyfriends. That was a dynamic that followed me with all the guys I met in LA. Was it them or was it me?

The air in the apartment was thick with sweat and the musky scent of sex, the low hum of moans and laughter blending with the muffled sounds of poz-themed porn playing on a loop across the far wall. Doug stood near the entrance, his bare skin prickling under the weight of so many eyes—some curious, some hungry. Piet, ever the gracious host, draped an arm around his waist, fingers tracing idle circles on his hip. "Relax, man," he murmured, his breath warm against Doug’s ear. "Everyone here’s been where you are. Just breathe." Arthur, already half-hard again, gestured toward a cluster of men lounging on a massive sectional, their cocks either stroking lazily or already buried in someone’s mouth. "Doug, meet the regulars," he said, his voice a smooth purr. "That’s Marco with the sleeve tattoos—he’s a fucking animal when he bottoms. And the silver fox over there? That’s Richard. He’s got a thing for breeding fresh meat." Doug’s pulse jumped as Richard’s gaze locked onto him, slow and assessing, like he was already imagining how Doug’s hole would clench around his cock. Doug swallowed hard, his mind spinning. Names blurred together—Liam, the twink with the prince albert; Javier, the stocky dom who liked to spit in your mouth before kissing you—and he gave up trying to memorize them. The room was a kaleidoscope of flesh: hairy chests, smooth backs, cocks of every size and shape, some leaking precum, others already glistening with lube. The energy was electric, a current of need and permission that made Doug’s own dick twitch despite his nerves. Before he could overthink it, a couple—tall, lanky Tom and his burly boyfriend Derek—closed in on him. Tom’s fingers trailed down Doug’s chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples. "First time at a party like this, huh?" he murmured, voice rough with amusement. Doug nodded, his throat dry. Derek didn’t bother with small talk; he just dropped to his knees, tongue already out, and lapped a slow stripe up the underside of Doug’s cock. The wet heat made him gasp. "Fuck, you’re big," Derek groaned, wrapping a hand around the base. "Bet you’ve got a tight little hole too, don’t you?" Tom chuckled, pressing against Doug’s back, his own hard length grinding between his ass cheeks. "Oh, he does. Arthur’s been bragging." His teeth grazed Doug’s earlobe. "You gonna let us find out?" The question wasn’t really a question. Doug’s body answered for him, his hips rocking forward, seeking more of Derek’s mouth. The first suck was obscene, Derek’s throat fluttering around the head of his cock, and Doug moaned, his hands tangling in Derek’s short dark hair. They moved him to a nest of cushions near the wall, where the porn’s moans mixed with their own. Tom pushed Doug onto his back, spreading his thighs wide. "Look at you, already dripping," he murmured, rubbing a thumb over Doug’s slit. Derek didn’t waste time; he spat into his palm, slicked up, and pressed the fat head of his cock against Doug’s prelubed entrance. The stretch burned, delicious and sharp, and Doug arched into it with a broken sound. "That’s it, take it," Tom crooned, stroking himself as he watched. "You’re gonna take both of us tonight, aren’t you?" Derek bottomed out with a groan, his hips rolling in deep, punishing thrusts. Doug’s fingers clawed at the cushions, his own cock leaking onto his stomach. When Derek pulled out, Tom took his place, his cock thinner but longer, hitting spots that made Doug’s vision white out. They traded off like that, fucking him in turns, their rhythm syncing until Doug was nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess between them. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Derek growled, his balls drawing tight—but then he pulled out at the last second, stroking himself, "later though, after this POZ cock has plowed a few more of the asses here." Doug licked them both clean instinctively, tasting salt and musk, his own cock aching with need. But they didn’t let him come. Tom smirked, pinching the base of Doug’s dick. "Not yet. You’ve got more to give." Doug whimpered, his body thrumming with denied pleasure. Next was Rafael, a wiry power bottom with a smirk and a tattoo of a scorpion on his thigh. He crooked a finger at Doug, his ass already slick and gaping from someone else’s cock. "C’mere, papi," he purred. "I wanna feel that big dick split me open." Doug didn’t need to be told twice. He knelt behind Rafael, gripping his hips, and pushed inside with a groan. The man was talented, his inner muscles milking Doug’s cock like he was trying to pull the cum out of him. "Fuck, yes," Rafael hissed, reaching back to spread himself wider. "Breed my POZ pussy, puta." Doug’s balls tightened, his orgasm coiling low—but Rafael must’ve sensed it. He clenched down hard, and Doug gasped, his release stuttering, denied again. The room was a blur of flesh and filthy promises. Poz talk swirled around him—"Recharge me fucker"—"Knocked up three guys when I was off my meds"—"You ever take it raw from a guy who’s really sick? Nothing like it." Doug’s head spun, his body thrumming with denied release, his hole loose and aching from use. Then he appeared. Chris. Younger than Doug by at least a decade, with a messy mullet and a lip ring that glinted under the dim lights. His uncut cock was average but thick, veiny, the head already weeping. He didn’t ask. He just grabbed Doug by the hair, yanked him up, and shoved him against the wall. "Heard you like it raw," Chris growled, his breath hot and beer-scented. Doug barely had time to nod before Chris spun him around, bent him over, and slammed home in one brutal thrust. "Fuck—!" Doug cried out, his nails scraping the wall. Chris wasn’t gentle. He fucked like he had something to prove, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his balls slapping loud enough to echo. "Gonna knock you up," he snarled, his fingers digging into Doug’s hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fill this used hole with my POZ cum, make you mine." Doug’s cock, still desperate, leaked against the wall, his body caught between pain and pleasure so intense it bordered on religious. Chris didn’t hold back. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and roared, his cock pulsing deep inside Doug as he emptied himself. Doug could feel it—the heat, the weight of it, filling him in a way none of the others had. His own orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting against the wall as Chris’s cum dripped out of him, thick and obscene. He was still trembling when Arthur’s hands found his waist. "My turn," Arthur murmured, his voice dark with promise. He didn’t pull Doug away from the wall—just pressed against him, his cock, sporting a bigger P.A. than usual sliding easily into the mess Chris had left behind. Doug moaned, his sensitive hole clenching around the intrusion. Arthur’s thrusts were slower, deeper, his breath hot against Doug’s neck. "Look," he commanded, nodding toward the other side of the room. Doug’s gaze followed. Chris was on his knees now, his ass lips stretched around the cock of an older man—Richard, the silver fox—who had a hand fisted in his hair, fucking him with slow, deliberate strokes. Chris’s eyes were watering, his lips slick with spit and precum, but he was obviously loving it, Chris' own cock hard again despite having just come. Arthur chuckled, his hips rolling in a rhythm that made Doug’s toes curl, his P.A. dragging against Doug's rectum wall. "See that? That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be a proper POZ pig." Doug couldn’t deny it. His cock, already spent, twitched back to life at the sight. They didn’t last much longer. Arthur came with a groan, his release mixing with Chris’s inside Doug, marking him in a way that felt permanent. Doug’s legs shook as Arthur pulled out, cum dripping down his thighs. He needed a break. Doug collapsed onto a free couch, his body humming, his mind foggy. Chris plopped down beside him a moment later, his chest still heaving. He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "First time at one of these?" he asked, nudging Doug’s knee with his own. Doug exhaled, nodding. "Yeah. You?" Chris’s smirk faltered for half a second. "Nah. But first time since…" He tapped his temple. "Since I converted." Doug’s stomach twisted. Converted. The word hit him like a punch. Before he could ask, Arthur appeared, a fresh beer in hand. He dropped onto the armrest, his thigh pressing against Doug’s. "Chris here’s got a gift for you, Doug," he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. "His viral load’s sky-high. Off the charts." He leaned in, his lips brushing Doug’s ear. "That’s why I brought you here. Surprise." Doug’s breath caught. Chris’s grin turned sharp, hungry. "Yeah. Arthur said you’d love that. Fucking hot for me too." The room tilted. Doug’s hole ached, still full of their cum—his cum. The realization settled over him, heavy and intoxicating. He’d taken it. He’d wanted it. And now— Arthur’s fingers traced the cum drying on Doug’s thigh. "How’s it feel, knowing you may be one of us now?" Doug’s pulse roared in his ears. He didn’t have an answer. Not yet.

This is my first attempt at writing a story here, please feel free to offer suggestions / criticisms. Also I will be posting a link to an audio version of this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting a pic that inspired me to create this story, I hope you enjoy. Part 1 of 4 Hi my name is Dietrich Bindel and this is my # it gets better story. Wednesday October 5th 2:36pm It all started in the third grade (1983), at Ronkakama elementary, I was a dorky blond kid who always had to wear glasses. Ever since I saw Star Wars I was hooked on anything technology. I was the kid that got excited about going to a radio shack just to buy a bag of resisters. I know not your normal kid growing up in the 80's, but hey that's me. Anyway one day in October while in the school library I was reading a book on how HAM radio's worked. I was enveloped in my own world and then Christian Baddula and his friends said "look at that dork, reading a book like a fag" then what seemed out of nowhere Christian slapped the book away from me falling to the ground. He picks it up and says what is this dork, you some kind of a smart guy or something, and then spits in my face. The librarian rushes over and immediately separates us. He gives me the side eye while his friends laugh and snicker at me, then as instructed they walk away. The bell rings and it's 3:00 pm, so I grab my napsack and make my way to the front of the school. I look around but i don't see the station wagon, Ughh mom's late again. Then someone shoves me to the ground. All I can hear is Christian and his friends laughing at me. He kicks me several times in the face until I start crying, I yell "stop it, stop it" while trying to shield myself. He and his friends taunt me by repeating what I said, in the way that boys do to insult you. Stop being a little bitch you fucking cry baby. Fortunately Mrs. Sinnowitz comes over and drags us all to the principals office. At least the kicking is over with. The principal says, I already heard what happened in the library, you're not in any trouble but I will need to speak to your parents. A short time passes until my mom comes into the school office and sees me. I'm a little beat up, holding a napkin to my face trying to stop a bleeding lip. She walks into the principal's office, slams the door and all I hear is a pure furry of words which were never spoken by her church lips before or since. She walks out, grabs my hand and says come on, we're going home. My dad comes home just in time for dinner, we sit down at the table and he says, so you had a fight today huh kiddo. I told him what happened, the entire story. He puts his hand on my face and notices my lip, then looks at my mom and says you're right, he's not going back there. Not having a clue, my father already enrolled me into a science and math academy, and said you will never go back to that school again. Relieved, but I will never forget what Christian did to me, never. Part 2 Friday December 19th 1997 (winter break) I was home for the holidays from my job at Time Warner Cable, being a city boy now, it's nice to come back to the island for some home cooking and family time. Anyway two of my friends invited me to join them at this record release party being hosted by WDRE's Malibu Sue at the Dublin Pub, a few towns away. I'm assured it'll be a blast. I tell them I might meet up with a guy, so maybe later. Anyway the guy I planned to meet up with flakes out so I call Arthur, he says he and his boyfriend Harry met this hot jock boy named Christian and some fun was about to be had. So I head over, boy this place is jumping tonight, parking is tough. I walk in and see the boys and him, no fucking way it's him. I text Arthur and ask, is that the boy you were talking about. He replies yeah, why? I say, don't mention me at all, but get him good and drunk. I owe him some payback. He replies with a 😁. After a little while I notice they're all talking and hitting the bar pretty hard, but hey my guys are Irish so it's all good. After a few more rounds of shots, Christian was definitely ready to be more honest about his desires. You could almost smell the lust on him as his eyes kept scanning the two up and down with a growing hunger. So Arthur said hey, it's getting a little stuffy in here, you wanna get some fresh air? Of course Christian was thinking along similar lines. The three made their way outside and over to the boys Grand Jeep Cherokee parked in the back of the lot. Arthur opened up the tailgate and sat down with his legs spread. He then grabs Christians ass while pulling him in for a kiss, the boy is all too happy to go along with this. The two start to make out with Harry joining in the petting and kissing. Harry begins to unzip Arthur's pants and pulls out his boyfriend's 7.5x5 cock, then grabs Christians left hand and places it on Arthur's fuck-stick. Christians eyes open wider and the frenzy of excitement grows. Arthur stops kissing and says go ahead, he won't mind. Just as he goes down on Arthur. Harry pulls his 7x6 uncut cock out, smacking Christians left cheek while sliding his finger under his pants to that sweet jock hole. Harry could feel the warmth and now knows this boy is HUNGRY. Harry looks over at his boyfriend and gives him a filthy grin. Overwhelmed with sensations Christian switches cocks to enjoy the bounty offered. Arthur whispers, do you like to get fucked boy, hearing only a uh-huh from his stuffed mouth; good, as he unbuttoned Christians pants. Harry takes his cock out of his mouth and puts the boys face back on Arthur's fuck-stick. Harry moves to Christian's rear and then pulls his pants down, kicks his legs apart, then gets on his knees and begins to eat his hole out. A slight gasp and then the whimpers begin to roll from his cock stuff mouth, all while being slightly guided to go up and down on Arthur's shaft. After a little while Arthur asks the boy, you want my boyfriend's cock, again a solid reply of uh-huh. Harry gets up and slaps his cock on his hole while delivering a healthy amount of spit and says "you want it boy, then back that ass on it". Slowly self impaling himself enjoying every inch on offer, all while gaging on the larger fuck-stick lodged in his throat. Harry then grabs the boys ass on the sides and takes control. The boy begins moaning uncontrollably. He starts to mumble; fuck me, fuck me harder. The couple is getting more excited by this boy's hunger. They eagerly start using his holes as a self serve cock service station and this is where i make my entrance. I slowly walk up unzipping my pants grabbing at my 8.5x6.5 cut cock, watching the two as if each stroke of my cock was a clap to their performance. A few moments later Harry busts his nut inside of him by grunting and doing his final thrust digging inside to make sure his seed was properly implanted. Harry looks at me and says "your turn bro". Christian so enveloped in being a spit roasted fuck slut didn't even realize he's been bred, nor that anyone else was there. Once I put my cock in him he knows this isn't Harry anymore and he doesn't seem to care either, he's too hungry. I take Christian's right hand and use his forearm as a handle for a proper mounting. I slowly push my beer-can cock inside of him, feeling the warmth of his hole and the slurry of Harry's cum and spit. Slowly each bit fills and stretches him offering a challenge of pleasure and pain in ways he never realized possible. His moaning tells me he's never had a cock like mine before. As I start to breach his second ring he tries to lift his head off Arthur's cock but is quickly forced back down on it and then given a gentle slap and told to finish what you've started. I put all 8.5 inches in him hearing a deep and deafening moan. My friends made the same sound for me many times before which only made them hornier knowing his pleasure. I began slow at first then incrementally picking up the pace of the rhythm until I was at a house music beat. His moans quickly became uncontrollable cries, but I couldn't care less, I was here to take my piece out of this faggot. A small crowd begins to form around us looking on in shock and amusement. Arthur grabs the boy's head pushing it all the way down his shaft making him choke flem as he blows his load down his gagging throat. Leaving his cock in there to make sure every drop is properly delivered. Arthur says good boy, then releases the boy's head which makes his moans louder without the cock gag. Drooling flem and cum, he says fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hole out sir, i slap his ass with my left hand repeatedly and say "you love this dick faggot?" He replies my hole is yours sir, just keep fuuuucking meeeeeeee. With his left hand on Arthur's thighs, his head off to the side he murmurs out I love your cock sir, I love your cock sir, fuuuuuck meeeee iiiiii'm gonnaaa cummmm. Christian blows his load all over the trailer hitch, but I'm not finished yet. I keep my action going strong, mercilessly pounding him as his moans of pleasure quickly become yelps of pain until my final push releasing myself inside of him. Keeping my cock firmly inside of him saying take my load faggot. His legs shake uncontrollably otherwise restrained until every drop is drained from my balls, completing my insemination. Then I released his forearm and say, you loved that dick didn't you Christian Baddula of 23 Pond road Ronkakama NY, 11779. He looks back at me completely depleted from being fucked out and of bewilderment. I say you don't remember me, do you (as I zip up). Remember that kid you beat up in the third grade, he just fucked your jock ass stupid in front of all of these people. Now who's the faggot as I spit in his face and throw him to the ground. Mr tough guy huh, I tuck my shirt in and walk back inside the bar for another drink. My friends laughing at what I had just done; they close the tailgate and join me back inside. The crowd starts to dissipate leaving him there on the ground with his pants around his ankles, his mouth and ass leaking our cum and a new pain that he secretly loves. Christian now humiliated, vulnerable, and properly violated. Barely able to move, inches his cum and mud drenched pants back on and stumbles into the bar. He sees us standing at one of the side tables kicking back some beers like warriors celebrating after a glorious battle. He looks right at me and says, I'm so sorry for what I did to you back then, I was a real jerk. He drops to his knees, looks right into my eyes and says I will do anything to be your bitch sir. Looking pathetic and desperate for my approval, he grabs my thighs with both hands and with a half breath says....please. With a stern face I motion for him to get up and tell him to get us some beers. All too happy to obey like a faithful servant, he walks over to the bartender. You can see the filth all over him. He couldn't care less, for he found something he didn't know was possible and definitely knew he needed in his life.

Hey guys, I was on my way home after classes today and decided to stop at an ABS and theater i rarely go too. It's usally empty and I wonder how it stays open even? So as I park, I notice only one car in the parking lot. I thought, it looks like I'm cranking my own meat today! I walked in and grabbed a packet of lube and poppers and decided to hit the theater, instead of the booths...the girl working the checkout was really sweet and we chatted for abit..she went to the same college so she gave me a free entry to the theater...score! I walk over to the trash and took the seal off the poppers, cause there is nothing worse then trying to open a brand new bottle of gooner juice in the dark while either getting sucked,fucked,or jerked! LOL I enter the theater and sat down in the middle chairs directly across the video screen...it's not a gay film but, it will do as it's a very homoerotic MMF video with these two studs fucking a chic in the pussy! I'm the only one in the theater so I reach into my shorts and start jerking off. I am about 10 minutes into watching these bros bond over this cunt when the do opens and in walks this bro about my age....5'11, lean build, white, jeans, boots, t-shirt, and a curly mullet underneath his Calloway insignia baseball cap....the bro and I make eye contact and he gets a deer in headlights look! He immediately goes to the back row behind me and doesn't even act as if I'm there...I immediately know this guy is straight and was surprised by me. I cramped his style to jerk one out alone so I got up and went to the booths...he was fucking hot but, I didn't wanna be a creep...it had picked up so I let an Asian dude blow me through a gloryhole for a hot minute and then watched a Hispanic stud get blown by another homo in a booth....at this point my balls were aching...so I thought I'll hit the theater one last time then come back to the booths and let some guy eat my cum...I walk back into the theater and immediately notice mullet stud was still here...he had moved to the seat I had originally sat in and had his hands on his crotch but his dick wasn't out of jeans. I also noticed this older guy had sat near him and was cruising him. I stood at the back and watched them for a bit and it was clear that mullet didn't want anything to do with other guy...so I decided to play hero for this straight bro in distress and went and sat in between both of them...well, mullet kept his eyes Laser locked targeted on the gangbang going on the screen while the other dude started to lean over and touch my crotch...I whispered to him that maybe he could suck my dick later. He kinda huff and puffed then left...leaving me and Mullet...Mullet leaned his head over and quietly asked me what I said to the guy that left? I told him that I said I wasn't interested...Mullet replied that the dude had given him the creeps....I laughed and told him just be polite and firm with the guys here..they will back off...and if you're not firrm with them, then you will never get off! He laughed. He said he was indeed straight and that only time he'd been here, it was empty...I said me too in reply...we sat and watched the gangbang. I wasn't sure how'd he react if I pulled my dick out so I just sat there with my hard on parachuting my shorts and pushed my flip-flops off with them causing a slapping sound of them hitting the floor...I sideeyed mullet and could see he was full mass too...we chatted abit about the porn on screen then he asked me why I came to the ABS...I told him to buy a few videos and jerk off! We then proceeded to talk about his porn collection and all the different types of straight porn he's got...I said Dude we've gotta exchange numbers so we can share vids! He said he was cool with that. He said that he had his own place but,this week his parents was staying there and he was sleeping on the couch and that's why he came into the theater..I said ouch ! That sucks! He then said his parent's place was getting painted then we sat in silence for abit...as a new scene on the screen came on of a a girl getting DP'd again, I said to him from one porn addicted bro to another that it was cool if he wanted to jerk off and then we sat in silence for bit. I waited anxiously to see how this straight guy would react. Sucess! He unzipped his pants(they were unbuttoned cause he had jerked earlier) and pulled the skinniest dick out with a huge obscene mushroom head! He started to jerk off as I was silently wishing for the portobello to be stuffed up my butt! He then said Dude, you can jerk off too!...it feels weird me jerking off by myself...so I yanked my meat out of my shorts and pulled up my t-shirt...so here we are two bros jerking it and we start to make comments on the scene on screen...about this time two guys come into the theater and immediately beeline it two us...Mullet goes to put up his dick and I said Dude, if you stop everytime guys stares at you n the theater then you'll never get off and enjoy the porn on screen! If they go to touch you then say yes or no but, otherwise keep pulling you pud...so he gets his cock back out and, thankfully, the two other guys(middle age, white, and blue collar looks)just stand by the wall watching...well I start getting to beating off and moan every now and then and Mullet starts to jack off very fast...I can tell he's getting close cause he's flushed and pulling his balls while jerks with the other hand...I'm jerking even faster and notice one of the guys by the wall moves closer to me. Mullet leans his head back, closes his eyes and starts to shoot his load all of his exposed belly! I started moaning and guy that had moved closer bends down in front of me. I give him quick nod and he proceeds to engulf my dick! I reach over to Mullet,as he slowing jerking his stick in the glow of a good nut, and I whip his cum from his belly and proceed to eat it and I cum in the guys mouth sucking me! All the while, Mullet still has his head back, baseball cap has fallen off, and eyes closed. All I could think of as I achieved a grade A+ nut that Mullet was so preoccupied in orgasm that he didn't even noticed I had reached over a cleaned his belly of cum! The guy sucking me jumps up, gives me a thumbs up, and proceeds to share his mouth full of my rocket launchers with the other guy standing nearby....needless to say I thought seeing them share my cum while kissing was hot! I sat there with my dick hanging out and dripping onto the concrete floor, Mullet comes too, and proceeded to whip his massive mushroom head on his t-shirt bottom and then put his dick back into his jeans. He gets up ,as the other two guys leave the theater, and grabs his hat that had fallen behind his seat and put it back on backwards...my dick started to get hard again in my shorts as that fucking turned me on! I stand up and we leave the theater. He stops at the counter and picks up a bag of, at least, ten porn CDs and the girl says good bye sweetie to me. We walk outside and Mullet's truck is next to my Jeep...I start heading to me jeep and he said to hold on and that he'd put his videos in the truck and then he'd give me his number...I walked back to the driver's side of his truck and said you sure weren't kidding about have a porn collection as I pointed to the bag full of CDs he just bought. He said Bro, you should see his closet at home, it's completely full of porn...I asked why didn't he just watch porn on his computer and the kinky bastard said that he does but, he also likes the CDs cause it's easy and they're cheap...He then proceeded to give me his number and I typed it into my cell and then called him so he could have my number...He said that his girlfriend left him after a pregnancy scare so he's dating girls on CDs right now and we laughed! He then said if your seriously wanting to exchange videos that he was free after his parents left..I told him to just text me and, as a joke, said I'd bring the six-pack and lube...He said he's his down with me bringing the six-pack but, don't bother with lube cause he's got plenty of lube! As just smirked at him and I said I bet you do! He laughed and replied that it takes a [banned word] to know a [banned word]! We shook hands and I jumped into my jeep as pulled away.....He never mentioned anything about me rubbing his belly if he even noticed but, I do know I made new friend....I will keep yall posted if anything should happen with Mullet!

You didn't offend me @onlyraw. But thanks for your direct response. I think one of the common challenges going on in our society, no matter the subject, is the tendency to state or imply "all". All Republicans are xxx, all democrats are yyy. All of a specific generation are ZZZ. The reality is not that. Indeed some fetishize all sorts of things. I for one purposely and intentionally fuck raw, not because it is a fetish, but because I find it much more pleasurable.

Last night at the bathhouse in Amsterdam. Too 25 raw cocks with 9 confirmed loads.

"I want to rape you", whispered into his ear. If he doesn't run away, he's taken the compliment as intended and his cunt is already twitching. It's a fair warning, anyway.

The afternoon sun spilled through the half-drawn blinds of Arthur and Piet’s apartment, casting golden streaks across the couch where Doug lounged, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. A half-empty bottle of wine sat between them, its deep red liquid catching the light as Piet swirled his glass, grinning. “You’re terrible at this game,” Piet teased, nudging Doug’s knee with his own. “How the hell do you not know who won the ‘2010 World Cup?” Doug laughed, shaking his head as he reached for the bottle to top off his glass. “Because I was too busy studying for law school exams, you heathen.” The wine was rich, velvety, warming his chest as he took a slow sip. Arthur and Piet’s place smelled like sandalwood and something faintly sweet—maybe the incense burning on the shelf behind the TV. The air between them was easy, charged with the kind of comfortable intimacy that made Doug’s shoulders loosen, his usual self-consciousness melting away. Piet had a way of doing that, of making everything feel unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. “Mmm, so you’re telling me you’ve got a brain and that ridiculous cock?” Piet’s gaze flicked down to the growing bulge in Doug’s gray sweatpants, his smirk turning wicked. “No wonder Jay’s so obsessed with you.” Doug’s face heated, but before he could retort, the front door swung open. Arthur strode in without so much as a knock, his tie already loosened, his dark eyes locking onto the two of them with a predatory gleam. “Well, well,” he drawled, tossing his jacket onto the back of a chair. “If it isn’t my two favorite patients.” Piet chuckled, stretching his arms above his head like a cat. “Speak for yourself, doc. I’m perfectly healthy.” Arthur’s lips quirked as he toed off his shoes, his fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt. “Debatable.” The fabric parted, revealing the lean planes of his chest, the dusting of grey hair that trailed down into his waistband. Doug’s breath hitched as Arthur’s gaze raked over him, slow and deliberate. “Doug, on the other hand…” His voice dropped, rougher. “I’d say he’s overdue for a thorough examination.” Doug’s cock twitched, pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He should’ve felt exposed—trapped between Piet’s lazy, teasing energy and Arthur’s commanding presence—but instead, his pulse thrummed with anticipation. Arthur’s shirt hit the floor, followed by his belt, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet room. His slacks followed, pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them, naked except for the black boxer briefs that did little to hide the thick outline of his erection. “Fuck,” Doug breathed, his own hands twitching with the urge to touch. Arthur’s smirk was all teeth. “Exactly what I had in mind.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and stripped them off in one fluid motion, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. Piet let out a low whistle, but Doug couldn’t tear his eyes away—the way Arthur’s thighs flexed as he stalked closer, the heavy swing of his balls, the dark, hungry look in his eyes. “Bedroom. Now.” Piet didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Doug’s wrist and yanked him up, nearly sending his wine glass tumbling. Doug stumbled after him, his sweatpants tenting obscenely as Arthur followed, his hand already wrapped around his cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate pulls. The bedroom was warm, the sheets rumpled from earlier, the scent of sex still clinging to the air. Piet shoved Doug onto the mattress, following him down with a growl, his mouth crashing onto Doug’s in a bruising kiss. Arthur climbed onto the bed behind them, his body pressing against Doug’s back, his cock hot and heavy against the cleft of his ass. “Such a good boy,” Arthur murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Doug’s ear. “Already so hard for us.” His fingers traced the waistband of Doug’s sweatpants, then dipped beneath, wrapping around the thick length of his cock. Doug gasped into Piet’s mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Pathetic,” Arthur teased, giving him a firm stroke. “You’re dripping.” Piet pulled back just enough to grin. “Let’s see how much he can take.” He shoved Doug’s sweatpants down his thighs, freeing his cock, and Doug whimpered as cool air hit his overheated skin. Arthur didn’t waste time—his fingers slicked with spit, pressing against Doug’s hole, teasing the ring of muscle before pushing in without warning. Doug arched, a broken sound tearing from his throat as Piet swallowed it with another kiss. “Fuck, you’re wet,” Arthur groaned, his fingers scissoring, stretching Doug open with rough, insistent movements. “Already got Piet's load in there. But you’ll take it again, won’t you? Take both of us like the greedy little slut you are.” Doug nodded frantically, his cock aching, pre-cum beading at the tip. Piet broke the kiss, his breath hot against Doug’s jaw. “Say it.” “I—I’ll take it,” Doug gasped. “Please, fuck, I need—” Arthur didn’t let him finish. He lined his cock up, the broad head pressing insistently against Doug’s entrance, and then he was pushing in, slow and relentless, filling him inch by inch. Doug’s nails dug into Piet’s shoulders as Piet fed him poppers, his body stretching around the intrusion, the burn edging into pleasure as Arthur bottomed out with a sharp thrust. “Fuck,” Arthur hissed, his hips rolling in a deep, grinding motion. “You feel good.” Piet didn’t wait. He shifted, straddling Doug’s chest, his cock bobbing in front of Doug’s face. “Open up,” he ordered, tangling his fingers in Doug’s hair. Doug obeyed without hesitation, his lips parting as Piet fed his cock between them, the salty taste of pre-cum hitting his tongue, still with some taste of his ass from before. Arthur’s rhythm stuttered, his thrusts growing sharper as Doug hollowed his cheeks, taking Piet as deep as he could. “That’s it,” Arthur growled, his hands gripping Doug’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Suck him while I fuck you. Show us how much you love being our little cumdump.” The filthy words sent a jolt of heat through Doug’s body. He moaned around Piet’s cock, the vibrations making Piet curse. “Fuck, yes—just like that, take it all—” His voice broke as Doug swallowed around the head, his throat fluttering. Arthur’s pace turned punishing, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug’s ass with wet, obscene sounds, the slap of skin filling the room. Piet came first, his cock jerking as he spilled down Doug’s throat with a groan. Doug swallowed every drop, his own cock throbbing, untouched and desperate. Arthur didn’t let up—if anything, he fucked Doug harder, his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, his voice raw. “Gonna breed you, Doug. Want you full of my poz cum.” Doug’s vision whited out as Arthur buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came, hot and thick inside him. Doug’s own orgasm crashed over him, his cock painting his stomach with ropes of cum as he shuddered between them. Arthur collapsed forward, his chest heaving, his breath hot against Doug’s neck. Piet flopped onto the bed beside them, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over Doug’s sweat-slicked skin. For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing, the occasional drip of cum from Doug’s overfull hole. Arthur finally pulled out with a wet sound, his spent cock glistening. “Damn,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Doug’s shoulder. “You take us so well.” Doug’s face burned, but he couldn’t stop the smug, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Piet chuckled, reaching over to smear a finger through the cum on Doug’s stomach before bringing it to his own mouth, licking it clean. “Mmm. Tastes even better when it’s fresh.” Arthur propped himself up on one elbow, his expression turning thoughtful. “Speaking of tasting…” He reached for the discarded boxer briefs on the floor, pulling out his phone. A few taps, and he was scrolling through what looked like a group chat. “Jay mentioned something interesting the other day.” Doug’s stomach dropped. “Oh?” Arthur’s grin was knowing. “About a certain desire of yours.” He arched a brow. “Care to elaborate?” Doug’s face flushed scarlet. “I—I don’t—” “Relax,” Arthur cut in, his tone warm, amused. He reached down, his fingers tracing the cum leaking from Doug’s hole, pushing it back inside with a slow, deliberate motion. “You’re full of our poz cum anyway. No use pretending you don’t love it.” Doug’s breath hitched, his body betraying him with a fresh wave of arousal. “I do love it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I—I want it. I want to be. I just…” He swallowed. “I was really hoping Jay would convert me. But then you told him he had to go back on his meds before it took.” Piet’s hand found his shoulder, squeezing gently. “It’ll happen when it’s meant to,” he said, his voice soft. “No rush. The journey is as significant as the destination.” Arthur hummed in agreement, his fingers still playing with Doug’s used hole. “Though if you’re that eager…” He unlocked his phone again, pulling up a calendar. “We’ve got a little gathering next week. Poz fetish sex party. Jay’s gonna be out of town for work—perfect timing, really.” Doug’s pulse spiked. “A—a sex party?” “Mmm.” Arthur’s grin turned wicked. “Group of hungry, guys who love fucking and HIV.” His thumb pressed inside Doug, making him gasp. “You’d fit right in.” Doug’s cock twitched, already half-hard again. The idea of it—of being surrounded, used, filled—sent a shiver down his spine. “I—I'd like to come,” he breathed. Arthur’s smile was pure satisfaction. “Oh you'll cum for sure.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Doug’s ear. “You’re gonna love it.” Piet rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. “He’s gonna be insatiable after,” he predicted, his grin lazy. “Just wait.” Doug’s chest tightened with anticipation, his mind already racing with possibilities. The thought of Jay being away, of him finally indulging in everything he’d fantasized about—it was almost too much. He bit his lip, his gaze flicking between Arthur and Piet. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, the words barely audible. Arthur’s chuckle was dark, promising. “Oh, you’ll have to,” he murmured, his fingers finally slipping free of Doug’s hole. “But don’t worry, bud.” His voice dropped, a filthy promise. “It’ll be worth it.”

It was an unseasonably cold rainy Saturday here, which is usually good for hooking up, so I decided to go to Steam last night and awesome night last night, despite it being the middle of no fucking season, I lost count of how many holes I was in and how many poles were in my hole. I know I bred 4 holes and had at least that many in my hole, I got to flip fuck with a coupe of guy, got to be in the middle and did not suffer through any extreme anti-sexual behavior. I'll do more thorough write up in the last load forum.

Actually, for the men you're describing - those who were actively fucking during the "80's. 90's" - i.e. before hiv came along - it's the way everyone fucked - the "normal" way to fuck. Using condoms was an 'un-natural" or fetishized way to fuck. Only a handful of men actually "fetishized" using rubbers; fucking without barriers of some kind (i.e. condoms) was completely normal and universal (except for those few who "fetishized" use of condoms. It was the only way to have sex if one wanted to live out their lives. Condoms came into virtually universal use almost overnight, once the mortalities started piling up. Any guy that wanted to live his life either used condoms, or quit fucking all together.

Hi @PozBearWI I am sorry if I offended you- I did not mean to offend anyone … I think that you misread me - or I was not clear enough …. I am not saying that all of us vets of the 80’s and 90’s fetishize BB sex, just that it may be easier for us to fetishize it after the Safe Sex indoctrinations we experienced during that time. according to the Oxford Languages dictionary a fetish is “a form of sexual desire in which gratification is strongly linked to a particular object or activity…..” So based on this definition, my interpretation is that if someone (no matter their age) is fucking and just happens to be not using a condom, then they are just fucking. But …. If two (or more) guys (no matter their age) are purposely and intentionally fucking raw, and being verbal about it as “a particular (…) activity” … Than that is, by definition, fetishizing BB sex. I should also add, that I personally don’t see anything wrong with “fetishized” sex and I do not use “fetish” as a pejorative or as an accusation. (I personally enjoy several fetishes). sex is meant to rock your boat …. And so long as your partner(s) is/are also getting their boat rocked …. Who cares what you get into …. Go for it

This is one I got a little while back at a rest stop. I sucked him with my head over the toilet and he finished all over my face.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next part - life has rather got in the way lately! ————— Marcus and I both needed some serious downtime, showering and sleeping until the evening. We then hit the hotel bar for a bit to get loosened up, having decided we were going to go back to the club that night. We weren’t sure if we would be encounter Frank again, run into some other guys from the barracks, or just be able to enjoy some anonymous sex with anyone else from the town who showed up, but we knew we would have to be in balaclavas again. I wore a long-sleeve top to cover my biohazards, but decided to put on some of my silver as I was in the mood. The club was busier than I expected when we arrived, with a load of biker-types fucking or sitting around. There wasn’t anyone who I recognised, nor any other guys trying to keep their faces hidden, so we decided just to have some fun for a while and see what played out. From the looks we got, it seemed like most of the men there were tops waiting for some bottoms to show up. Me and Marcus had both been needing our holes filled after topping the soldiers earlier in the day, so we both bent over in one of the larger playrooms to let them know we were open for business. I took four loads, Marcus took three, and we were both up for spending the night continuing to get loaded up. However, attention shifted when two more guys showed up, both also wearing just jockstraps and balaclavas. One was stocky, muscular and in his thirties, while the other was provably around twenty, tall, toned and lean. His skin colour suggested he was of South Asian background, with a tattoo on one of his smooth pecs that was as written in a different script. What was interesting is that the older guy seemed to be in charge, leading the younger one into the room. The older guy directed the younger one towards the fuck bench, and stood back as the younger one got into position on it. The older one then signalled to a couple of the biker guys who were watching all this that they should come over, and he then just stood there and watched as a spitroast got underway. It was only when I moved positions in the room that I saw the older guy’s back for the first time, and realised that I knew who it was. Back when I was newly recruited, some of the older guys in the battalion had frequently ribbed Noel “Edmonds” Garrett about the ink he had recently got, to the point they stopped using the nickname he’d picked up from the TV host and instead called him “Feathers”. However, that had stopped when he was promoted to the rank of Captain and went off to a different battalion on the base. I did not know him, other than from my court-martial where he had randomly appeared as a witness to declare he had seen me from the running trail pulling up my shorts while a random guy had been walking away, stating that it was obvious I had been getting fucked. By that point in the hearing my character had been completely assassinated by a whole series of men who were somehow getting off from their own part in it all with just a slap on the wrists, so I barely registered what he had said. But seeing him here in this club, orchestrating the gang-fucking of a young guy that I now assumed must be a member of his own battalion, I saw red. He was a hypocrite, and I was going to take him down. I whispered a brief summary of everything to Marcus, and then spotted a couple of guys in the room who were leering at Captain Garrett rather than watching the younger soldier being used. I sidled over to them and whispered to each of them that I wanted their help in getting the older guy into the sling in the smaller room next door. They were up for it, and all four of us slowly moved around the room in a way that aroused no suspicion until we were in position. Then one of the biker guys gave a big nod, and we advanced on the Captain. He was so engrossed in watching the spitroast that he was completely unprepared, so it was easy for me to grab him from behind and cover his mouth with my hand, while all four of us picked him up and rushed him out of the room. He struggled while we carried him next door, but was not strong enough to get free. Marcus tightly held his legs together as we propelled the Captain onto the sling, the three of us getting his wrists secured in the cuffs on the chain before we went to the other end and got his ankles cuffed too. “Fucking let me go!” he shouted. We ignored him, and Marcus and I stood back to let the bikers at him first. I rushed back next door to get our clothes, pausing briefing to see that the balaclava had been pulled off the younger soldier revealing him to be quite stunning, with a long neck, angular features and big lips that looked great around a cock. But a roar from the other room got me focused again, and I went back to see one of the bikers had ploughed into the Captain without any attempt to loosen or lubricate him first. I threw our clothes on a bench, and then fished out my GoPro so I could start openly filming the scene. The Captain was roaring out in pain and anger, so the other biker grabbed an old sock that was lying on the floor and forcefully shoved it into Noel’s mouth. Silenced, all he could do was moan with tears streaming from his eyes as he was roughly fucked raw by the first biker, with the other taking his place after and sliding into the cum-filled hole. The Captain took that second fuck more easily, loosened up by the huge cock that had just been inside him, and he seemed to have almost calmed down by the time he got another load inside him. It was obvious this was not his first time bottoming, and his own erection was obvious through the thin material of the blue jockstrap he was wearing. The two bikers left the room once they were done, and I went over to close the door to the room. I then joined Marcus standing next to the Captain, who was looking up at us nervously. I reached over and pulled the sock from his mouth, with him spitting after it was removed. I stepped over to my clothes and grabbed a packet of mints from my pocket, taking one out and popping it into the Captain’s mouth. Then I reached up and pulled off my balaclava, and the Captain’s eyes went wide with horror when he saw me. “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck?!” “So” I said, smirking, “you remember me. When was it from again?” “I, er” he stammered. “From my court-martial” I said. “You gave evidence against me. Yet here you are, in a gay sex club, and I’m guessing that young guy next door is your personal cumdump on the battalion.” “Fuck you” he whispered. “Nah” I said. “Pretty sure you must have been one of the guys who did that at some point back on base when I couldn’t see who the tops using me were. My turn now.” Marcus pulled off his balaclava too, and the Captain seemed to recognise him. I then got my long-sleeved top off, letting him see all my tattoos. Marcus went over to our clothes and got his cigarettes, lighting up two and handing one to me. We stood there and smoked in silence, just looking at the Captain as he lay on the sling, his mouth slightly agape as he glanced between us without speaking. Even with the door closed we could hear the sounds of the gangbang in the other room, with a younger voice now moaning and yelping occasionally that made me wonder if they were already double-fucking the handsome guy. No doubt the Captain had planned to be in there watching all those men breed his cumslut, but instead he was restrained, vulnerable, and about to take some more cock inside his own arse. “So” I said, exhaling smoke as I got near the end of my cigarette, “I guess we should get on with things.” “Wait” the Captain said. “Please.” “Wait for what?” Marcus asked. “Your tattoos” Noel said, looking at me. “Hot, aren’t they?” I said, smirking. “Do they mean…” the Captain began. “Do they mean that I’m HIV positive?” I interrupted, causing him to nod. “Yes, they do” I finished. “He’s toxic as fuck” said Marcus. “Him and his brothers knocked me up recently.” “Fucking hell” the Captain muttered. “Shouldn’t matter” I said, shrugging. “Your prep will protect you.” “I’m not on prep” the Captain whispered. “You come to a sex club and you’re not on prep?” Marcus asked. “You expect guys in a place like this to use condoms?” “I, er…” the Captain responded. “What about that handsome guy next door?” I asked. “Is he?” The Captain hesitated, and then shook his head. “Well” I said, “you’re both idiots. But I have no beef with that guy, and whatever happens to him will happen. You, on the other hand…” I stepped between the Captain’s legs, pulled down my jock, and put my erect cock against his dripping hole. I started to gently push and then pull back, not penetrating him but just playing with him instead. My suspicions that he bottomed willingly on occasions were confirmed when his hole began to pucker, and he arched his back up slightly. “Please” he eventually panted. “You want this cock inside you?” I asked. “Yes” he whispered. “Please.” “You want his poz cock in your hole?” Marcus said. “You want mine after?” “Yes!” the Captain said, glaring at me. “Fuck me!” I pushed in, and began to pound into him. Gone was any sign of resistance, as the hungry bottom he kept repressed inside of him took over. I had no idea where his head was at about being pozzed, but he wanted to be fucked for sure. Marcus saw it too, and grabbed the GoPro to get some more footage of the Captain being willingly taken bareback, moaning and begging for me to pound him harder. “You want a toxic poz load in your neg hole?” I asked. “Breed me!” he yelled. I stopped pounding, fully buried inside of him, and just waited as he flexed his hole on my cock. He glared at me, and then at Marcus. “Look at the camera” I said. “Tell it what you want.” He hesitated, but then I saw the last resistance go. His face took on a hungry, pleading look, and he licked his lips. “I want to be fucked” he said. “I want loads in my hole.” “Poz loads?” I asked. “I want poz loads” he said, staring at the camera. “I want toxic poz loads in my neg hole.” “You going to go on PEP?” I asked. “No” he growled at the camera. “I want your toxic loads to infect me and make me poz.” “Good man” I said, chuckling. With that, Marcus put the camera away and I got on with working myself up to an orgasm. The Captain had given up all pretence and was repeatedly yelling for me to breed and poz him, and I knew he was serious. I hadn’t seen this coming, particularly when he writhed and fought so hard against the first fuck he’d taken from the biker, but something in him had finally snapped. He must have been so repressed, but now that he was impaled on a poz cock he was letting his true self out at last. It made me fucking hot as hell, and I was soon blasting a poz load into his welcoming hole. He almost panted in desperation for the few seconds he was empty after I pulled out, but he got satisfaction when Marcus slammed in and began to pound, soon adding a second toxic load. There was no need to keep the guy secured anymore, so I opened the door and went off to search the other rooms for a second fuckbench. When I found one I dragged it down to the bigger playroom, positioning it next to where the younger soldier was continuing to be skewered by the bikers, his body coated with sweat as he slammed himself back into the cock inside him. I then went back to the smaller room, and Marcus and I got the Captain out of the cuffs and helped him stand up. I led him back next door, and he almost dived into position on the second bench. We then watched as the bikers and other men present swarmed, soon having both military guys in fast-paced spitroasts. Me and Marcus stepped up occasionally to add another load into the Captain’s hole, and allowed the gorgeous younger soldier to clean up our cocks after. Then, as numbers began to dwindle, I crouched down next to the Captain as a big burly biker was pounding him hard. “How about we take you two back to our hotel room so we can carry this on in a bit more comfort?” I whispered into his ear, causing him to eagerly nod as his face strained from the size of the cock inside him. The bikers using the two men finished off inside of them, and then we pulled the dripping soldiers up. Marcus and I introduced ourself to the younger man, Arjun, and explained we were taking them back to the Premier Inn. I just told him straight off the bat that we were both poz, but he said he didn’t care and that he wanted to take our loads too. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was saying given how fucked-out he was, but we went with it anyway. We all got re-dressed, and then out on the street Marcus and I lit up cigarettes. Both of them looked at us hungrily so we offered them one each as well, and then the four of us slowly staggered back to the hotel as we smoked. Up in the room we all stripped naked, and after checking again with Arjun that he was OK with it, we got them on all fours next to each other and slid into them, with me in the Captain and Marcus in the younger guy. For the rest of the night we woke every couple of hours and fucked again, adding more and more poz loads into their gaping, cum-filled holes. Marcus somehow slept through their departure, whilst I lay there and just watched as the two of them took it in turns for quick showers in our bathroom before they re-dressed and slipped out. Both wrote down their mobile numbers on a slip of paper that they left on the table, and then they were gone. I summoned up enough energy to text Evan to just ring us when he was nearby, and that he would be having to put in the work as we were both knackered. His call later on woke both of us out of sleep, and after he lost at a game of rock, paper, scissors, Marcus went to fetch the soldier. We somehow managed to get hard again, but neither of us was up for much so just lay on our backs while Evan bounced his eager poz-craving arse on us in turn. When we had finally bred him with his load each for that day, he too had a quick shower and then was gone, finally allowing us to go back to sleep after a riotous 24 hours. Maybe we’d be up for more later, maybe we’d take a break from hunting for military men, but at that moment all we could do was sleep.

Yesterday went to the only adult store here to get a few small brown bottles. Saw an old tall guy looking at some bondage stuff. I walked over and made it look like I was looking at that stuff also. He looked at me and said you use these things? I said if a top wants to I enjoy it a lot. He looked at me and smiled and said I have a lot of these things at home. I smiled and said you must be fun. He asked you have some time? Then said i live very close by want to see it? I said i do and yes. He looked around and grabbed my ass fast. Then said lets go follow me. We walked out and he got into his BMW as I was thinking $. Lol Following him i was getting hot and we pulled into a gated community as he waved me to follow. We got to a big house and pointed to me to park next to his. There was another car there. He opened the garage door and let me in. Closed the garage door and told me to strip. So I did as he watched. He grabbed my close and told me to walk the the door. So I followed his instructions and walked into the house. Very nice house felt weird I was only one naked .He said continue down the hallway as he was behind me. i walked into the tv room and a heavy guy was sitting on a couch watching TV. He looked over and said what the hell is this. The guy I met at the store said I picked something up at the store. They laughed. Then the second guy said Mark show him the room. Lol well now I know the guy in the store's name. Mark grabbed my arm and said come here as we walked through the house to a room in the back. I walked in turned on the red lights and holy shit what a room! A cross, sling, table and a bed. The walls had either tvs or mirrors. I looked around and said wow I love it. He smiled and said lay on the bench. I said I wasn't ready for anything I need to clean. He said don't care get on the bench as he pushed me on it. So I was bent over on the bench he strapped my leggs and arms on it. Then put a collar and a chain on me. Finished with a strap around my waist to the table tight. He said ill be back turned the tvs on and had some porn playing as he rubbed my ass and thighs. I asked for my bottles from my pants he said we have things for you. I laid there for at least 20 minutes then heard walking sounds. Then I herad them walk in and I heard them say what a nice sight. I couldn't see them i was faced in the opposite direction. I felt hands on me and heard yummy. Then one put a blindfold me tightly as he pulled something on it. Heard noises as I felt someone between my leggs spreading my cheeks. I heard one of them say look at that hole. Both said yummy loud. One of them dove his face in my hole and licked and shoved his tongue deep. The other walked around pulled the chain hard to lift my head. Then felt a cock at my mouth so I opened up. He shoved his cock deep till I gagged. Then face fucked me while I was getting rimmed. Then they stepped up the pace as I felt something hard at my hole. Pushed in the well lubed thing in push and pulled as it felt great. The cock was big and long I couldn't take it all. I just sucked hard. My ass was getting some use with different toys then all of a sudden the last toy was a plug as it was slowly pushed in till it popped in. It was pulled a little then pushed in deep. They switched with me to suck and this cock was thinner but rock hard with precum. Got slapped a couple times and he put his hands around my neck tightly as he face fucked for a little. Both guys had some sort of leather on i could smell it. He pulled out and both unstraped me. Pulled me up walked me over turned me around and said get on this. I felt the sling behind me as I got lifted and pushed in. Immediately I was getting strapped in tightly. I felt something at my face and was told to breathe it in deep. As I got a rush the plug was pulled out slowly. I just cummed hard as it was pulled out. Botl licked my belly and cock clean as it happened. The felt a swipe on my hole as a cock entered. Wow he said he's ready. He pounded hard and fast for some time. Every pump he growled and pushed deep. He just kept pounding till he moaned then stopped as he pulled out. The other guy came over fast and felt his cock slide in fast. He pumped steady and easy for some time. Then he made a noise and pulled out. They put the plug back in as one told me save the lube. They left as I just layed there for sometime trying to recover listening to the porn playing. Had to be at least 30 minutes and I heard someone coming in. Felt him rubbing my leggs and thighs then playing with the plug. I was getting hard still not seeing and feeling my body being touched. Then I felt my cock get pulled hard as my balls were squeezed so hard I jumped. Heard a chuckle as they were squeezed hard again. Then the plug was pulled out as fingers were going in and stroking my hole. Had at least 4 fingers so deep he was playing around and hit my prostate as I jumped and cummed. He pulled his fingers out as his cock entered. I thought to myself this has to be a 3rd guy it felt different. He slid in and started slow to a fast pace for a long long time. He moaned and laid on me with his cock pulsing in me. He pulled out and left. I laid there for a while then heard a guy say thanks for your hole. I got unstraped and helped off. He handed me my clothes and said follow me. We walked into the garage and said get dressed as I did he opened the garage door as I left. He said I put my number in you pocket so we can do this again. I said definitely.

The weeks that followed were a blur of sweat and whispered confessions, of Jay’s hands pinning Doug down as he pumped his POZ load deep inside him, only to roll over afterward and mention some other guy he needed to “service” later that week. Doug would clench his jaw, the sting of jealousy sharp as a blade, but Jay would just smirk, trailing a finger down his chest. "You should try it," he’d murmur, voice rough from coming. "See how it feels to be free around your desire." At first, Doug resisted. The thought of Jay with other men—fucking them, kissing them, letting them touch what Doug thought was his—made his stomach twist. But then there was the night Jay came over smelling like another man’s cologne, his lips slightly swollen, and instead of arguing, Doug found himself pressing Jay against the wall, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks. "You’re mine first," he growled, and Jay just laughed, low and dirty, as Doug fucked him raw against the door. Jay told him after he only ever gets fucked by POZ pigs, but who knew, maybe he had converted Doug by now. After that, something shifted. Doug started swiping through apps, hesitant at first, but the first time a stranger’s mouth wrapped around his cock in a dimly lit bar bathroom, he understood. It wasn’t about love—it was about the heat, the need, the way a man he didn’t know could drop to his knees and worship him like he was the only thing that mattered in that moment. He came home that night with his ass sore and full of cum, and Jay took one look at him, grinned, and said, "Good boy." Their dates changed after that. Jay would kiss him at the restaurant but keep his distance, his eyes flicking to his phone every few minutes. Doug would watch, sipping his whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass. "You’re not inviting me back tonight, are you?" he asked one evening, and Jay didn’t even bother lying. "Nah. Got plans." Doug should’ve been pissed. Instead, he leaned in, his voice a dark purr. "Who is he?" Jay’s smirk was all teeth. "Guy from the gym. Big hands. You’d like him." That was the night Doug realized Jay’s distance wasn’t rejection—it was an invitation. Now they were at the phase of dating where they were being introduced to each other's friends. Tonight Jay was taking Doug out to meet a couple he knew. The bar was all low lights and sticky floors, the kind of place where men didn’t ask questions before reaching for what they wanted. Jay had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, his thumb tracing idle circles on the back of his neck as they weaved through the crowd. "There they are," Jay said, nodding toward a corner booth where two men sat—one broad and dark-skinned, his biceps straining the sleeves of his henley, the other leaner, with sharp cheekbones and a Dutch accent that carried even over the music. Arthur’s laugh was deep, rumbling, as he clapped Jay on the back. "Took you long enough, old man." Piet’s gaze flicked to Doug, assessing, before he smirked. "This the one you’ve been telling us about?" Jay squeezed Doug’s shoulder. "Doug, meet Arthur and Piet. Guys, this is the man who’s been putting up with my shit." Doug shook their hands, trying to ignore the way Arthur’s fingers lingered just a second too long, the callouses rough against his palm. Piet’s grip was firmer, his thumb brushing over Doug’s knuckles. By the second round of drinks, Jay was pressed between Doug and Piet on the booth’s bench, his hand resting high on Doug’s thigh. Arthur was telling a story about some disastrous threesome in Amsterdam, his voice rich with laughter, but Doug barely heard him. He was too focused on the way Jay’s fingers were inching closer to his cock, on the way Piet’s knee kept brushing against his under the table. When Jay leaned in to whisper, "Knowing these guys, they'd be up for a foursome after the bar. You into that?" Jay asked. "Have you fucked with them before?" Doug wanted to know. "Yeah, they're good friends with good benefits I guess you could say," Jay smirked. Doug nodded, and Jay invited his buds over for a nightcap. The apartment was too warm, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and the musk of four men who knew exactly what they were there for. Jay kicked the door shut behind them and immediately crowded Doug against the wall, his mouth hot and demanding. "You sure about this?" he growled, and Doug moaned into the kiss, his hands fisting in Jay’s shirt. "Fuck yes." Behind them, Arthur let out a low chuckle. "Damn. He’s eager." Piet’s voice was closer, his breath ghosting over Doug’s ear. "Let’s give him what he wants, then." Clothes came off in a tangle—Jay’s shirt torn half-open, buttons scattering, Doug’s belt undone with rough hands that weren’t his own. Like Piet had a biohazard tat over his cock. Arthur had no tats, his skin too dark to show them. Both guys also sported large PAs in their cocks. He watched, dazed, as Piet dropped to his knees in front of Jay, his mouth already open, tongue flat. Jay groaned as Piet took him deep, his head tilting back, and Doug’s cock throbbed at the sight. Arthur stepped up behind Jay, his big hands spreading Jay’s ass cheeks, and Doug’s breath stuttered when he saw Arthur’s tongue—thick, dark, wet—drag up Jay’s crack. "Fuck," Doug whispered, and Jay’s gaze snapped to him, dark and hungry. "You like watching me get eaten out, baby?" Doug nodded, his own cock leaking, and Jay crooked a finger. "Then come here. Let Piet take care of you too." Piet didn’t need to be told twice. He turned, his mouth glistening, and wrapped his lips around Doug’s cock without preamble, hollowing his cheeks. Doug gasped, his hips jerking, and then Arthur was there, guiding him backward until he was sitting on the couch, Piet’s head between his thighs. Jay went and got lube and poppers and handed them around. They all huffed deeply, and there was a round of kissing, tounges exploring each other deeply. Jay straddled Piet’s lap, his back to Piet’s chest, and Doug watched, mesmerized, as Piet lined himself up and pushed inside Jay with one smooth thrust. Jay’s moan was guttural, his fingers digging into Piet’s thighs. "Fuck, just like that—" Doug couldn’t look away. Arthur’s mouth was a wet, tight heaven, his tongue swirling around the head of Doug’s cock before taking him to the back of his throat. Doug’s fingers rubbed over Arthur’s corn rows, his hips lifting off the couch, and when Jay reached for him, pulling him into a filthy, sloppy kiss, Doug didn’t hesitate. He tasted himself on Jay’s tongue, the other’s spit, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. "You’re gonna let Arthur fuck you, aren’t you?" Jay panted against his lips, his own cock slamming back onto Piet’s with every thrust. "Gonna let him fill that tight ass up just like Piet’s doing to me?" Doug whimpered. "Yes. Please—" Arthur didn’t waste time. He stood, behind Doug, his cock thick and veined, already leaking. Doug spread his legs wider, his hole aching, and when Arthur pushed inside, it was with one long, relentless stroke that had Doug crying out. Jay’s mouth crashed onto his again, swallowing the sound, and Doug could feel Jay’s cock throbbing against his stomach, could hear the wet slap of Piet’s balls against Jay’s ass. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Arthur set a punishing pace, his hips snapping, his fingers bruising on Doug’s hips. Doug’s nails raked down Jay’s back, his own cock trapped between their bodies, leaking onto Jay’s abs. Piet’s grunts filled the room, his big hands gripping Jay’s hips as he fucked up into him. "Fuck, I’m close—" Arthur groaned, and Doug wrapped his legs around Arthur’s waist, pulling him deeper. "Do it. Cum in him." Jay commanded Arthur’s rhythm stuttered, his cock swelling, and then he was coming, hot and thick, filling Doug up in deep, pulsing spurts. "Your turn, baby," Arthur said to Piet as his cock withdrew from Doug's hole, a bit of cum dribbling down. Piet withdrew his cock from Jay's ass, came over and turned Doug towards doggie style. Arthur, guided his POZ cock into Doug as Jay watched appreciatively. As Piet gave Doug a firm fucking, Jay guided Arthur onto his back and started tongue fucking his hole. "Such a nice smooth hole Doug has, isn't it baby," Arthur muttered to Piet as Jay pushed his cock into Arthur's ass. "Jay always finds the finest ass doesn't he?" "Yeah .." Piet grunted, his fuck of Doug building up steam. "Fill him up Piet," Jay uttered, "still looks a bit innocent, but he's a slut for POZ cum." Without another word Piet's cock started pumping hus seed deep into Doug. Doug’s own orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting between them, his ass clenching around Piet’s cock as if he could keep him there forever. Behind them, Jay let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Arthur. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of ragged breathing, the slick slide of cum-damped skin. Piet pulled out slowly, his cock glistening, and Doug whimpered at the loss. Jay collapsed beside him on the couch, his body still trembling, and pressed their foreheads together. "You good?" he murmured, his voice rough. Doug didn’t know how to answer. His ass was sore, his heart pounding like he’d run a marathon. He could still taste Jay on his tongue, could still feel the ghost of Piet’s cock inside him and Arthur's before that. Arthur handed him a towel with a smirk, his own cock softening but still impressive, and Doug took it numbly. Jay’s fingers traced the cum drying on Doug’s stomach. "We don’t have to do this again if you don’t want to," he said quietly. "But I kinda hope you do." Doug exhaled, his body still humming. The old rules—the ones about jealousy, about possession, about what was his—felt distant now. Blurred. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in another kiss, slower this time. "Yeah," he breathed against Jay’s lips. "I think I do too."

************* 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 *******

My cock (in & out of the cage 😈)

*************** 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 *******

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.

After the old man came in me, I felt something give way in my mind. I don't know if it was the smell of poppers permeating the dark, sweaty atmosphere or whether it was the filthy loads I had already taken inside me, but I felt my body shiver with lust and a need to breed like I was in heat. The man stroking my head felt the change as I squirmed and slobbered over his cock. He raised my head and saw my swollen face and bright eyes and grinned at me, revealing sores clustering over his lips. "That's a good boy!" He breathed. "You're nearly there. Accept it." He raised me up and grabbed my arm. "C'mon." He said. As he pulled me towards the aisle, I tripped over my trousers and pants, leaving them on the filthy floor so I was naked from the waist down. He dragged me down the aisle to the toilets which were off to one side. I was aware of men following us, mere shadows in the darkness like demons from hell. There was no light inside, and the small area reeked of piss. He groped to one side, and dragged me into a cubicle and sat down on the pan. Then he pulled my head down onto his cock . "Suck it, bitch!" He whispered. I began to slobber over his erection, literally shaking now with lust and depravity. I felt bodies cramming in into the space behind me, fingers dipping into my cum soaked hole and excited whispers and the sound of zips being drawn down. Then the first cock began to slide into me and a fat belly was lifted onto my bare bottom. The man began to thrust like a rabbit, working himself quickly to a climax as the others urged him on. "Hurry up! Don't take all night. We all want a turn!" He grunted, his cock throbbed in me as he spurted, and then it was literally ripped out of me as eager hands pulled him to one side and another cock was thrust into me. I was lost. I felt my legs open wide, stretching my hole as wide as I could and pushing back in heat to milk their diseased cocks. I was in heaven or in hell. I didn't care. All I felt was the hands stroking my face, his voice saying "Good. Well done. Take them all." and troll after troll emptying his balls into me.

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

It was getting dark when I pulled into the car park by the playing field. There were very few people about and one or two other cars. I got out and went through the trees to the old, brick public toilet on the far side. It was run down and dirty and the only visitors were guys like me, looking for sex. I had been introduced to the place by a friend a couple of weeks previously. It was really sleazy, and the guys who went there were mainly older and not particular about hygiene. I stepped in through the dark doorway, my nostrils immediately filled with the rank smell of piss, poppers and sweat and I felt the hairs stand up on my neck. It was much darker inside and I felt rather than saw a number of men around me. I stepped up to the pale urinal, pulled out my stiffening cck and waited, my heart thumping in my chest. They moved in on me, a dry, horny hand feeling my hard-on and another feeling my arse through my jeans. A bottle was pressed to my nose at the same time as a warm, wet mouth engulfed my cock. I groaned as the poppers kicked in, my legs turning to jelly and my will-power evaporating. Someone started to try and kiss me, rough bearded face and fat lips slobbering over mine. His tongue slid into my mouth as another mouth sucked my cock. I gasped with excitement and lust, even as my mind was repelled by the thought of what I was doing and the terrible, terrible risks I was running. I felt hands on my belt. The guy sucking me pulled my trousers open and dragged them down, followed by my underwear. I felt the cool air on my naked backside as I stood there with my clothes around my ankles beng kissed, sucked and fondled by god knows what kind of ugly trolls. The bottle was held to my nose again. This time they held my head, forcing me to breathe deep until my head was spinning and I had to hold onto someone o stand up. "Yeah", said a dry, throaty voice " he's gettin' into it now. Oh yeah, we got a live one here." My head was pulled forward and down and a thick, sweaty cock slid into my mouth. It tasted so good and the poppers were so srong I just started sucking greedily on it, the hairy, fat beely pressed against my nose. "Fuck 'um," commanded the voice, adding "Here's some lube." I felt fingers between my chceeks and something cold and slippery being smeared on my arsehole. I started to panic, this was getting too heavy, but it also felt soo good, soo dirty. I felt hands on my hips and a man's cock probed my arse. I reached back and grabbed it. No condom. He was going in bareback! He slapped my hands away and carried on pushing forward. I felt the meaty head slide into me. There was still time to stop this. I could just push them away and go, but still it felt soo good, sooo dirty. Again poppers were offered to me, and this time I took the brown bottle and inhaled greedily, thinking to myself 'Oh my god - I'm going to let him'. Then his cock burst into me and the shaft slid up me in a delicious rush. I bent over, holding on to the thighs of the man in front of me as I was fucked, my mind screaming at me to stop even as I pushed back to meet his urgent thrusts. "Come on, fuck him!" called-out a voice. " Shoot up him," said another, adding "he wants it bad." Oh my god, I'm going to let him. I knew I should stop now, but I was going to let him. "Here it comes, bitch!" The guy pushed his flabby belly hard against mt arse and I felt his cock thrb in me. I was horrified, afraid, excited and disgsted as he slowed, stopped, then pulled out his greasy cock and I felt his cum trickle over my balls. I stood up, panting for breath, aware of myself as never before and suddenly I knew what I wanted. I saw several pairs of eyes glittering in the dark around me and with a shudder of surrender I turned, bent over and spread my cheeks the tears of joy in my eayes as the next cock slid up me.

Chapter 1 – Guest of Honor Todd had just finished getting his place ready for his guest of honor. Todd was a successful drug dealer and could afford a nice place on his own. His profession gave him continued access to a world of desirable men and hot barely legal teens. If his plan worked out tonight he would have both. Todd was waiting for a sweet little 18 year old that had just started buying from him. A twink named Aiden was his guest of honor tonight. Aiden was this ginger twink that had an innocence look to him that made Todd’s dick throb. He had laid the foundation after the first couple transactions, allowing the boy to linger and hang out. They would smoke bowls and talk. As with everything with men, the conversation eventually landed on sex. Todd had gotten the smoked out teen to really start opening up about him being gay and his limited experiences. Aiden smoked away his inhibitions and talked freely of his deepest sexual desires. He talked about how he was still a virgin but wanted to fucked by someone specific. The smoke had gotten Aiden to admit that he secretly was into the idea of incest and desperately jerked off each night thinking of his dad. He showed off pics of his dad from his phone. If only Aiden could see the inner workings of Todd’s mind. Aiden had also brought up the idea of being filmed made him hard. Todd being the generous man that he was, offered to set him up with his friend – another customer of his that makes amateur vids on the side. He could set the whole thing up if Aiden wasn’t shy about being in a video. The smoked out teen couldn’t believe it when Todd said he had a dead ringer for his dad that he could invite over for a smoke session. The horny boy agreed to meet up and see where it went. This was a week ago. The boy was prompt and showed up exactly on time. He was ushered into the house by his host. Aiden was visibly nervous but intrigued about the event and planned event. Todd could see that excitement in the boy and it made his mouth water. They sat in the living room. Todd: excited for tonight? Or scared? Aiden: Little of both. Cant believe I actually showed up. I’m so nervous. T: Let me get you something to help calm you down. A: Yes, please. Todd disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses of coke. He hads one to Aiden. T: Drink up. Some G should help with those nerves. Aiden gulped down half the glass and made a face. A: oh wow, that aftertaste. T: yeah, that’s some potent stuff there. Nothing but the best for my friends. Aiden continued to make the scrunched up face as he gulped down the rest of the drink. A: ugh. That taste though. T: somethings cant be helped. Todd sat down on the couch and the boy sat beside him. In front of them was a small box on the coffee table. Todd reached into the box and pulled out a pipe and a fat sack of T. He packed the bowl and reached back into the box for a lighter. Flick. The lighter ignites and he melts the first fat bowl of the night. Todd takes a big rip and blows a cloud out. T: good stuff here. Here, take that Mr Nervous. Aiden takes the pipe and takes his hit. It’s a huge cloud. T: looks like you’re starting off big huh? Aiden offers the pipe back to Todd but Todd waves off the gesture. Aiden proceeds to take hit after hit, finishing off the bowl in a few minutes. Todd reaches for the pipe wipes the bottom of the bulb. He refills the pipe and again melts it, taking the first hit. The cloud escapes his mouth. A second hit is blown out before the pipe is offered back to the boy. They go back and forth until the second bowl is done. Todd reaches over and touches the boy on his shoulder. Okay, into the bedroom. I wanna show you something. They get up from the couch and walk down a hallway to the master bedroom. Todd leads Aiden over to his large bed and lightly pushes the twink on the bed. T: now you wait right there. I’ll be right back. I forgot the supplies. Be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable. Todd turned around and walked back to the living room. He picked up the box of supplies and pipe and turned back toward the room. When he walked back into his room he was slightly shocked at the site before him. The boy had stripped down to his white briefs and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread eagle. A: I got comfortable. Todd laughed. That was not the expression Aiden had expected. His brief moment of confidence dropped from his face. He closed his legs immediately. A: OMG. I’m sorry. I thought this is what you wanted. T: oh im sorry. I’m only laughing because of white briefs. I took you for a boxer brief kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a sight to see. The tightening in my pants agrees with your kind gesture. A: I’m sorry. I thought… T: you thought this was all a ruse to get in your pants. That’s tempting. So very tempting. But I promised you an experience and I’m gonna pull through. A: I thought, because it was just us here – that you set this up for us T: oh I don’t mind playing with you a bit. But I promised you a daddy. He’s just running late. I probably should have mentioned that. A: Oh wow. Totally read this wrong. Aiden reaches for his pants. T: hey, stop that. There is nothing wrong with staying comfortable while we wait. In fact … Todd puts down the supplies on a side table and strips off his shirt and drops his pants. He is left in just his boxers with a visibly strained dick print in the fabric. T: See, you definitely got me all ready to go. But the plan. Believe me, you’ll love the plan. Todd reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone and places it next to the party supplies. He packs another fat bowl. He lights up and passes it back to the boy. While Aiden is flicking the lighter and working on the pipe, Todd goes over to the dresser and goes on his laptop. He selects a playlist and porn starts playing on the big screen tv. They pass the pipe back and forth a few times. More and more the boy is getting transfixed on the amateur porn playing. A few scenes have played through with the same ginger top. Not a body builder but he definitely looked like he worked out. He has muscley but not overly muscled. He had a light covering of red chest hair that funneled down to his happy trail and nicely trimmed patch of red pubes. Total ginger. Todd could see the front of Aiden’s briefs tenting. T: you like my friend there? A: OMG yes. He looks a lot like my dad. If my dad was a porn star that is. Todd refilled the pipe, took his usual rip and handed it off to the boy. He also handed him a bottle of laced lube. T: here, handle this while I go check on something. Oh and give those undies a rest already. Leave them on any longer and they’ll burst at the seams. Aiden throws off his briefs and Todd can hear him open the bottle of lube as he turns away from him. He grabs a phone and sets it to record and places it right in front of the boy. T: Video starts now boy. Make it a good show. Try and keep the lube away from the pipe haha. He looks down at the ginger boy. Totally smooth twink except for his pits and small bush above his 6 inch dick sticking straight up. He had lubed up and was jerking off his uncut dick. Pausing every other minute to hit the pipe. Lighter in his lube hand. Todd grabbed his regular phone and walked out to the living room. Chapter 2 – Paying a Debt Sid had texted Todd and was waiting at the front door. Todd answered the door in a robe. He ushered Sid into the house. Sid: okay are you gonna explain why I had to clear my night and cancel my plans. T: yes, now you know how much money you owe me because of your habit. S: ya, it’s a pretty penny. You know I’m working on that. T: oh I have a way for you to work it off. Hence why I needed you. I have a sweet young thing in the next room waiting for his daddy to come and pop his cherry. S: oh damn. I love those. T: ya, a sweet milky white boy with red hair. He asked for you specifically. S: so I just have to pop this stupid kid and we’re good? Are we filming it? T: of course. I’m the camera man tonight. I’ll try to refrain from joining. It’s a special video. Did you take the Viagra on the way? S: ya, its already starting to kick in a little. T: Good. Now I need “fucked up” you tonight. Alright. Go ahead and get into that frame of mind. Here, I made this point just for you. S: usually you only have me slam when you think I’m not into the guy? What’s the damage? T: nothing. Look. I have these pics from last week. Took them just for you. Todd pulls up some nude pics on his phone. Pics of Aiden posing in a jockstrap with his head cut out of the pics. The last one is a beautiful shot of the boy in doggy position showing off his smooth hole. S: Fuck yeah. Sid starts stripping and throwing his clothes on the couch. He’s naked now standing before his host. Todd reaches into his pocket in the robe and hands a rubber hose and premade point to Sid. Sid ties himself off and hits himself. He unties and a small cough escapes the seasoned user. Sid is filled with raw energy and on the balls of his feet, bouncing up and down. His 7 inch uncut dick standing straight up toward his belly button. S: Wow, that was a strong dose. Damn that was good. Where the fuck is this boy. I wanna pound him open already. T: just remember, we need a shot of you rimming his smooth hole. He’s hand toys up there but never a dick. You rim him, give him a huge booty bump, and then push straight in. You don’t stop until you breed him. S. Got it. Where’s he at? T: oh and there is something else you need to know. I need you to know this before you go in there. S: What is it? Just spit it out already. I need to fuck! Todd pulls up the live feed from the phone in the bedroom. It shows the boy with his legs spread and him fingering himself with lubed 2 fingers. He shows Sid. S: Damn that boy is fucking hot. Where did you find him? T:oh in your backyard. S: haha very funny. Where did you find the kid? T: I’m telling you. That’s Aiden. Sid stairs at the screen again. S: no … it cant be Aiden. Not my Aiden. WTF T: Yup and he cant wait to be fucked by his daddy. Or rather, my friend who is a dead ringer for his daddy. Make sure he calls you daddy in the video. Men are gonna fucking love that shit. S: I … I cant. I don’t think… T: oh you’ll do it alright. Not because you owe me a shit ton of money. Not because I’ll cut you off and drop you if you disobey. Because I’m fucking telling you to go in there and fuck your boy. Make him beg for your load. And then breed him like the cumwhore we’re making him into. And because every time I mention Aiden, your dick is leaking precum like crazy. Now go in there and make me my money. The two men walk down the hallway and peak in the bedroom. The boy is too high to move his attention away from the porn. Sid whispers to Todd S: How twacked is he? T: oh he’s flying. He’s green eyes are saucers right now. Go ahead. He wants it. You want it. Make it happen. Todd walks into the room and grabs a shard from the bag of tina. He walks over to the twink who slowly gives him the attention. T: before you turn around and face your fantasy boy. I’m gonna push this T inside you. Pull out those fingers. Good. Todd put the shard at the entrance to the boy’s lubed hole. He pushed it in with his index finger and left the finger inside the boy. Todd could tell the T was dissolving because Aiden was starting to ride his finger. Todd added a second finger and the boy moaned. He pulled his fingers out. He takes his phone and starts recording. T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy.

In the quiet of last midnight, seeking a study break, I logged into Grindr looking for a cock to ride. I received a message from a soldier from the nearby Canadian Armed Forces base who promised a manly masculine demeanor and a dream 8.5 in BBC. Since I have had some strong weed he graciously accepted to drive me to his barrack and drop me home after he is done with me. The ride to his barracks was a symphony of tension, each second stretching into an eternity. As we stepped into his barrack room the scent of his room, a heady mix of musk and man, intoxicated my senses. "Sniff this," he commanded, his voice a low rumble, as he handed me a pair of his roommate's worn, black boxer briefs. The fabric, soft and worn, held the essence of him. I inhaled deeply, the scent of arousal mingling with the poppers, sending a rush of euphoria through my veins. My head spun, and I felt a giddy, reckless abandon take over. He watched, his eyes hungry, as I sank to my knees. His cock, 8.5in thick and hard, strained against his pants. With trembling hands, I unzipped him, freeing his length. The sight of him, the sheer masculinity, made my mouth water. I took him in, my lips wrapping around his shaft, the taste of him, salty and sweet, exploding on my tongue. He groaned, his hips bucking, as I deep-throated him, taking him as deep as I could. His hands found my head, guiding me, setting a relentless pace. I could feel the power in his grip, the control he held, and it sent a thrill through me. He fucked my mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my own arousal, slick and hot, pooling between my legs. Without warning, he pulled me up, his hands roaming my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He spun me around, pushing me face down on the bed. His fingers, rough and calloused, found my entrance, teasing, probing, before pushing in. I cried out, my body clenching around him, as he prepared me, stretching me, readying me for what was to come. He entered me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely. I gasped, the sensation of being stretched, of being claimed, overwhelming. He began to move, his hips slamming against mine, each thrust driving me deeper into the abyss of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, as he fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, the gasps and moans that escaped our lips. He leaned down, his teeth nipping at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low, primal sound. "You like being fucked like this?" I could only nod, my body too consumed with pleasure to form words. He continued his relentless assault, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension deep within me, ready to snap. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation, of being filled and stroked, sent me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body convulsing, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and flipped me over, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. "Again," he commanded, positioning himself between my legs. "I'm not done with you yet." And so, the night wore on, a symphony of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy and exhaustion. He fucked me until I was a quivering mess, my body slick with sweat and seed. Until I lost count of the orgasms, each one more intense than the last. Until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a dance of desire and domination. As the first light of dawn crept through the window, he dropped me off at home, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of our night together. I stumbled to bed, my mind a whirl of memories, each one more vivid than the last. The soldier, with his dark eyes and fierce passion, had left an indelible mark on me, a reminder of a night that would forever be etched in my memory.

Saw this. Made me laugh out loud😃

This is such a great question and people have great responses. It's something I'm either trying to figure out myself. I did get pretty good advice a little while ago basically someone telling me it's okay to be a whore, slut, or cumdump if you want. Just be sex positive about what you want to be and not let others judge you. I have never really heard the term sex positive before but I love it. I did used to think about getting fucked everyday and I did the prep. Would follow a routine to clean myself out every morning and then be online constantly looking for the next hunt or load or go to bars or clubs and get load counts. Hell I had a system and a good amount of fuck buds and I could sort of plan to start the night getting fucked by a top who liked to fuck quick and was one and done and then go to another top that liked loads in me and liked to add one or two. This is before going to either hook up with someone or several guys or going to a bar or bath house like place and take multiple guys/loads. And yes bending over in a bar or public place was so easy for me to get many guys to fuck and breed me that I lost count of loads sometimes. So strange I rarely caught anything lol prep was just coming out back then and not really available. As fun as it was the issue with being a cumdump for me was letting it take control over everything. Waking up and just focusing on trying to find someone to hook up with or moving onto so many different guys and not really appreciating the ones I had. The hunt has always been fun or interesting whether online or in person. But it can be tiring on all fronts. The reputation thing is also spot on. The reputation of being a cum dump is something you need to own I think. It's probably harder if you don't have a lot of friends or support. Then you have to deal with however guys percive you. But what someone mentioned about a cumdump being someone you don't take home and cuddle just fuck somewhere and leave can definitely be true. But maybe things have kinda changed on views of cum dumps now. Maybe because prep exists, it's really common especially when you see it in public bars or bath houses. Also the guys that are being the biggest cum dumps are usually really attractive so that in itself might keep away some of the stigma. Because in a sense being a whore or slut has been kinda trendy in the past especially those who can pull it off. Eh. I already know why I kinda can't be one right now. Several reasons. But me saying that sort of feels like I'm repressing it which I think I am. I'm not doing it to make myself look better or feel better or superior by not being one especially in public. At the same time this is always something I wondered about it in the back of my mind in the past and even currently. But what if someone potentially that might be a fun hook up, friendship or more saw you out being a cum dump and their opinion of them lowered. Well while I just thought of this using some common rationale what are they doing at a place where guys hook up and whore around whether public or not. And if they do judge you for that then they probably are not someone you really want to get with because their view on sex like that might be negative. I've always been iffy about dark rooms though. They can be fun but It's always amazed me how some guys might not want anything to do with you in a bar or public place or just in the light. But in a dark room even if they see you going in they might follow and play with you. And after might go back on not wanting anything to do with you. I know that's not every guy and every situation but I've noticed it in the past. Or more recently. I've also had the experience at book stores where in a room a guy is really intimate or passionate regardless of what act involved in they state some kind of limit like "Oh I don't fuck guys in places like this or no I don't do that with guys here". But then again they are also at the place. I am probably overthinking all this way too much. I had clear and concise thoughts in my head but thinking of everything is becoming foggy. It could be with my situation where I am kinda "free" that maybe I'm letting it lots of repressed feeling and actions i couldn't do over these past years. Ironically someone I spoke to recently I told him a little of my experiences lately and he told me I'm a cum dump in a good way though. I told him this is light compared to how I used to be and his response was "light". I just might not be able to escape it. I wonder if being subservient natured sexually kinda fates or leads you into it. I can easily tell from past, present and future that if I run into a top that wants to whore me out I will not turn them down. I mean I've already kinda shown that. That makes me kind of wonder if you take any and all loads if a top orders you and you do it be subservient if that also makes you a cum dump. This was probably too much on this but I've thought about all of this way too much. Next my thoughts on couples with open relationships but I think I'll wait until I play with one again I need a refresher.

11:23 am The next morning as we start to wake up, Danny rolls up a joint and passes it to Christian and says this is for you boy. I flick on the TV and put in a video cassette tape, and hit play. The video starts up with Arthur opening up the chest of fun and the look of horror falls on Christians face. Knowing he can't say or do anything, he sits in disbelief watching how he was used all night long; and it's all on tape. I look down at him and say with a smirk, you think that's the only copy? As I take his collar off. So we get dressed and head to the Holbrook diner to get some much needed coffee. Once there I tell him to follow me to the bathroom. I sit him down in the handicap stall and I skullfuck him until I blow my load on his face. Then I put this gag hat on him and snap a pic, a keepsake boy. After breakfast, before we part ways, I remind him that he is still my bitch and that we'll be seeing him again. Maybe we'll order a pizza from your shop sometime, yeah I know where you work boy. I walk to my car with a sense of accomplishment leaving him at the diners entrance. As I begin to drive off I see the look of befuddlement on his face. The circle is now complete and after one night, Christian's life as my bitch has only just begun

Chapter 7: Darkness Unbound Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:00 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “That….. That’s his sock…” Lockjaw said, pointing down at the ground as Elias and Gravestone came up beside him. “He had them on this morning and… Why is his sock here?” Elias and Gravestone looked around, hoping to possibly find any other signs of the missing soldier around before Elias finally noticed the large puddle of clear liquid shining in the dim light of the hallway. Lockjaw picked up the sock, and found it sopping wet, covered in the same slimy residue that the team found earlier. His head was filled with new, confused questions. “Commander, over there,” he said, pointing at the end of the hall. “There’s another puddle of that liquid.” Suddenly, Lockjaw broke out into a sprint, running down the hall. “Sticks, are you down here?!” he frantically yelled, giving just a passive glance into the various rooms. “Please, just call out so I know you’re here!” “Shit, Lockjaw, get back here, we still need to clear the rest of the floor!” Gravestone yelled, as the two broke out into a run, trying to take off after him. “Lockjaw, stop man, we will find him, just hold on,” Elias yelled, holding his gun loosely at the ready, unnerved at the lack of response. Lockjaw rounded the corner, quickly vanishing from their sight. His boots echoed ominously down the hall. “God damn it, this is turning into a real problem fast,” Gravestone said, keeping pace with Elias as they both tried to follow, unable to close the distance as Lockjaw frantically continued his search. “I’m going to have to address this as soon as we finish the mission.” “I’d say give the guy a break, but yeah… this is totally against protocol,” Elias said. “He’s starting to lose it, sir.” They continued their chase, rounding the next corner. To their horror, more and more puddles of clear liquid dotted the floor. Suddenly, they both watched as Lockjaw’s step faltered, slipping in one of the puddles and sending him careening into the wall in front of him. Crashing to a stop, his hand accidentally slammed down on the large red fire alarm, catching the pull in the process. Immediately, a large metal shutter slammed down between the two men and Lockjaw, and the lights flickered off, the only light coming from the now flashing red lights over the doors. The dim light was occasionally pierced with a regular strobe of light. The hallway was suddenly flooded with the sound of the fire alarm blaring, three short chirping klaxons repeating over and over. Finally making it to the metal rolling door, Elias began trying to pull up on it, frustrated when he was unable to make it budge. “Lockjaw, can you hear me?” Gravestone yelled, pounding his fist on the metal door. “Are you okay?” Finally, they saw the door getting banged on in return. “Shit… sorry Commander, I-I didn’t mean to slip,” Lockjaw replied, his voice muffled behind the door. “I can’t get the door to open.” “Just… stay there while we figure out how to get it open for you,” Gravestone replied, his voice louder than usual as he tried to raise it above the alarm. Looking around, he scrubbed his hand over his face in frustration. “Kade… any ideas?” “Um… I think maybe the security office might have an override?” Elias replied in a near yell, putting his hands on his hips as he looked around. “Good idea. Lockjaw!” Gravestone yelled, putting one of his fingers in his ears from the loud noise. “We’re going to reset the alarm and see how we get you out of there. Stay put!” Quickly the two men pulled out their flashlights, cutting into the darkness. They slowly backtracked to the lobby as they spoke, the sound of the fire alarm dimming the further distance they walked. “Damn it, this day just keeps getting worse,” Gravestone sighed, looking at the map on the wall. “First the survivor and Sticks, now Lockjaw, and we’re walking around in the darkness.” “I’m sorry sir, I should have anticip-” Elias began to apologize before being cut off short. “Don’t. It’s nobody’s fault,” Gravestone said, shaking his head. “You had no way of knowing how everything would turn out. Although I feel like the further we go, the more it seems we weren’t given anywhere near all the information. You know what I mean?” “I…. yeah…” Elias replied, seeing the commander’s point. “Nothing is really making sense so far tonight. The mission brief was pretty clear that this was just a simple in and out, information and survivor extraction.” “Exactly, and knowing General Krell, the fucker has decided to keep up out of the loop for his own benefit,” Gravestone said, slamming his fist on the wall before waling down the hall. “Just like Berlin all over again.” “What exactly happened in Berlin?” Elias said, looking over at Gravestone briefly as they walked down the hall towards the stairwell. “I’ve heard bits and pieces, but everyone seems pretty tight-lipped.” “Krell was the one who approved the lab to make the virus that almost wiped out the city,” Gravestone explained as they walked. “He sold it to the upper brass as a global safety concern, found a way to protect the general public from the Marburg-Lyssa variant, and hired a genetics lab there to help develop a vaccine. Got billions to spend towards it after that outbreak a few years ago down in Uganda.” Opening the door to the stairwell, Elias entered, holding the door behind him to let Gravestone through as he continued speaking. “Turns out, the lab they were using wasn’t anywhere near equipped to handle working with the virus, and instead of creating a vaccine, they made it airborne. A sample got out and was infecting people like wildfire. Krell ordered a part of the city to be firebombed in an effort to sweep it all under the rug. Actually tried to blame our team for the bombing, saying we went rogue. Congress found out, and in an effort to save face, decided to force him into retirement instead of the backlash of the US losing total control of the situation.” “Jesus… that was him?” Elias said, opening the door to the lobby as he continued. “I thought that was just a random outbreak.” “That’s the story the general public got. Personally, I think Krell might have been pocketing some of the funds. Guy always seems to have his hand in these company’s pockets. But never got anything concrete,” Gravestone continued, looking again at the map. “This way to security. Needless to say, I don’t trust Krell in the slightest. And neither should you.” —----------------- Helixion Genetics, Corporate Office Building, Temporary Security Room, Fourth Floor. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:02 MST. 30-OCT-20XX An alert popped up on the General’s laptop. “Fire alarm triggered, building 3, corridor 7, basement level 1.” General Krell sat up straight in his chair, startled by the pop-up. He tried to listen closely, but the alarm couldn’t be heard from his secure room. He instantly rose, and went to the window, expecting to see the entire facility going up in flames. What met his gaze was the silence of night, and no burning buildings in sight. Apart from the blinking lights that could be seen inside a well-placed window with a view, nothing about Building 3 seemed out of the ordinary. “Dammit,” the General swore. “What are they doing over there? This was supposed to be a covert operation!” His fist came down on the windowsill, producing a dull thud that hardly did justice to his frustration. He instantly pulled out his mobile phone, selected a number from the speed dial, and held the device to his ear. “Yeah, it’s the General,” he said hurriedly. “The fire alarm in Building Three has been set off. Intercept the emergency response call, and tell them not to come.” Pause. “Yes, understood. There is no visible fire from outside, but the built-in containment system should be able to handle it.” Another pause while he listened. Then he moved back to his computer, and sat down. “I’ve got it here.” The person on the other end gave him instructions, and he began to type with both hands while holding the phone between his left shoulder and his ear. “I don’t have eyes inside yet, but heat sensors show absolutely nothing. So there probably is no fire.” Taking the phone back in his right hand, he continued to listen. “That’s right. See to it.” He closed the phone, and exhaled loudly through his nose. “Black Sigma, don’t fuck this up. I will not be disgraced again.” —------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 1. Opposite side of the metal shutter. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:00 MST. 30-OCT-20XX. Lockjaw began to panic. Try as he might, the door wouldn’t go back up. In his mind, he envisioned coming out the other side through another room, and wouldn’t Reaper and Gravestone be surprised? Then they could resume looking for Sticks, and all would be well again. He put his back against a wall, and slid down in defeat. He began to imagine the worst: that other metal doors came down in other parts of the facility and Sticks had been unlucky enough to be pinned beneath one of them; that he would be trapped in this strange place for days without food or sight of any soul; that he would search endlessly for Sticks and never find him. Then came the self-reproach. “I never should have left his side, not for an instant,” he whimpered. “I was so stupid to go off in a panic. Sticks, you idiot, why couldn’t you have waited for backup? Why did I let him put me on point like that?” Then he spoke aloud in a mocking voice, trying to imitate Gravestone. “Uh, no sense in taking risks! Lockjaw, you’re on point! Go fetch your stick! Ha!” Then in a normal voice, “Shit, I gotta get out of here. Sorry, commander, I can’t wait for you.” Lockjaw stood to his feet, brushed his pants with his hands, and wiped his face. He looked at the door accusingly, then down the rest of the hall. The blinking lights and the alarm were annoying, and he was grateful when they suddenly stopped. But the absence of the lights plunged the hall into near darkness, and his eyes could see little spots where the lights had previously been flashing. It was disorienting, so he waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He felt in his utility belt for his field light when he discovered the slot where it ought to be was empty. “Shit!” Then he remembered it flying out of his hand when he fell, and skittering across the floor away from him as the metal door came down. In the near darkness, he was able to make out movement some distance away. It crossed the hall from the left side to the right and disappeared. Might be two rooms over, possibly three or more. But it was enough to make Lockjaw curious. “Sticks? Is that you? It’s me.” He slowly moved down the corridor toward where he saw the movement, listening intently, and moving almost noiselessly, fearing that any sound he made would cause him to miss what he longed to hear. —---------------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Security Room. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:04 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Tex recoiled from the monitor in abject horror. “Oh…. oh god…” he said above a whisper. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” He moved to a nearby trash can, and proceeded to dry heave over it. “Pussy. You ain’t got the stomach for this,” Stag said. He turned back to the monitor. The room they were viewing was now emptied of its occupants, save for the figure that slowly descended from the ceiling. Stag could tell by the figure’s movements that it was Zero. He didn’t have to see Zero’s face to know he was probably traumatized by what they just witnessed. It was then that Stag noticed he had a massive hard-on. He smirked at the realization that he just watched something truly fucked up, and he adjusted himself from outside his pants. Better than any of the wildest porn I’ve got at home! Fuck, that was wicked. Whatever those things were… they were beautiful. Then a new thought sparked in his head, and went into full bloom almost at once. I want to join in the fun. Stag suddenly had butterflies in his stomach while Tex continued to try to empty his to no avail. Stag had an instant to decide: stick to the mission, or go have a little fun. But to do the latter, he’d have to ditch Tex, and now was the best opportunity to do so. Then, for no reason at all, a jingle appeared in his head: In the army or the navy, ‘tis the same, you know, You must either take your chances, or away they go. It was part of a song in some goofy musical that he was dragged to on a date, and he was never able to forget it. Taking this as inspiration, he removed his service revolver from its holster, and turned it over in his hand. He held the gun backwards, the handle protruding. He took a couple steps over toward Tex, who was still bent over the trash can, much like an undergrad who drank too much on spring break would be found perched over a toilet bowl. Frustratingly, Tex lifted his head, coming almost face to face with Stag’s still hard and throbbing cock. “What the hell, man?” Tex backing away slightly. “Are you fucking hard right now?! You’re fucking sick…” “Sorry, buddy, but I can’t have you stopping me,” Stag said with a very slight twinge of fear for what he was about to do. Before Tex could react, Stag struck him over the back of the head with the revolver, and knocked him out cold. Tex fell face first into the can, which then fell over with a metallic clatter. Stag let out a sigh, surprised that he got it on the first try. Before he decided on senseless violence just for kicks, he holstered his weapon, and turned back to the monitors. After a minute of inspection, he found what he wanted, and swiftly let himself out of the security room, leaving an unconscious Tex lying on the floor with his head in a wastebasket. Upon exiting the security office, the alarm abruptly ceased, and the lights stopped flashing. Stag took out his flashlight, and proceeded back up the stairs. He silently prayed that he wouldn’t be spotted by any of his comrades in his flight. Absent-mindedly, he began to whistle the tune he remembered in the security room as continued his ascent. —------------- Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Accounts receivable. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:15 MST. 30-OCT-20XX. Lockjaw had been resuming his search for his missing partner for only ten or so minutes, but it felt like an eternity. As the minutes passed, several agonizingly slow minutes, his concern began to increase. Sticks had just vanished without a trace. As wild scenarios began to form in his head, he kept reminding himself that it was just his imagination. But where was the thing he saw earlier? Could it have been his mind playing tricks? That he saw something only because he wanted to see it? Reaper told him to stay put, but if Sticks were down here after all, Lockjaw thought it better to find him now. At the very least, it would pass the time, and if he were successful, then he could relax and resume the mission. This was the only thing that kept him going as he continued to check every cubicle, under every desk, and in every room. “Damn, this place is huge,” he muttered. “And it’s just one of the buildings on campus!” He heard a distant, unidentifiable sound, and spun around toward where he thought it came from. “Hello? Sticks?” No answer. “Gravestone? Reaper?” He listened again, and got no reply. He may as well have asked the moon a question. Proceeding a few more stops, something new came into his vision. A boot, size 8. The exact same size as Sticks’s. Lockjaw quickly rushed forward to retrieve it, holding it in both of his hands like a valued treasure. Looking around, he tried to find the source of where it came from, sure that he’d finally found his absent lover. Holding it close to his body, he cradled it for a half a second before holding it away in near disgust. The smell coming from it wasn’t just that of a normal boot, but reeked, making his eyes water. “Jesus… how can it smell so bad?” Lockjaw asked himself out loud, jumping as a giggle in the corner of the room broke the silence. It caused him to drop and completely forget the boot. “Eric? Is that you?” Lockjaw called out, feeling around in the near darkness. “Hiiiiiii Adrian,” Sticks’s voice said, his voice sounding somewhat strange in Lockjaw’s ears. “I got pretty lost, but guess what….” “Where the hell… what happened?” Lockjaw said, finally finding him in the darkness, laying his hands on the smaller man’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh my god, you have no idea how glad I am that I found you!” Relief washed over him, followed by hope, then confusion, and finally, a resurgence of relief as his heart soared. Yet, questions still plagued him. “I missed you too, Adrian,” the smaller man rubbing his face around on his shirt. “I got sooooo lost. But guess what? I found a way out. Wanna see?” Lockjaw slowly pulled him away from his chest, his brain registering how wet it now felt. Touching one of his hands, he could just make out the shiny slickness on his fingers. Repulsed, he quickly wiped his hands on his pants in disgust. Grabbing his lover’s hand, Lockjaw slowly led him down the hall, stopping finally in front of the dull red glow of the exit sign. Looking down at Sticks, he slowly began to assess the smaller man. In the red glow of the sign, Lockjaw could just barely make out Sticks’s face, grinning almost like a loon, saliva dripping down his face, his pupils almost like two dark pools, sucking in the small amount of light. The smaller man’s flesh, fully exposed as he could now see, was almost feverish to the touch, a slight sheen of sweat covering it. His normally pale skin somehow seemed darker, and his veins seemed almost to stand out harshly. “Did you come in contact with something, baby?” Lockjaw said, running his hands gingerly across his skin, no longer concerned about his own safety from an infection, but instead wanting to find some sort of break in the skin. “Follow me, I want to show you the way out I found…” Sticks said, still grinning profusely, shaking out of the man’s grasp before gripping one of his hands, tugging him down the hall further. “Come with meeee, I want to show you.” At first, Lockjaw followed, unsure what to do as they almost seemed to go deeper into the facility. The two reached a stairwell, going down the stairs as Sticks began to hum a tune that Lockjaw couldn’t identify. Lockjaw began to get unnerved, unsure how Sticks could be so sure of where to go in the near darkness, at how they were going deeper into the building and not up and out. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped as they finally reached the bottom of the stairs. “Eric… I don’t think this is the right way… I think we need to go back up and have Patch or Tex take a look at you,” Lockjaw said, feeling more and more concerned that something was wrong, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on. “NO!” Sticks said, the sudden change in mood causing Lockjaw to try and pull away, shocked at how strong of a grip Sticks had on his hand. Just as suddenly, Sticks’s mood was softer again, smiling and pulling Lockjaw in on a tight hug. “No, baby, I… I’m naked, and I want to show you the way out so I don’t get lost again,” Sticks almost sobbed, the wetness growing again on Lockjaw’s shirt as he spoke. “You don’t want me to get lost again, right?” “Um… Eric… why are you naked?” Lockjaw asked, his head feeling slightly fuzzy as an odd smell began to come off of Sticks. “What happened to you?” Suddenly, Sticks released him and went running through the door, giggling again as he ran. Lockjaw, worried, immediately ran after, trying to keep up. “Wait, stop running. Where are you –” Lockjaw called after, suddenly slipping in a large pool of liquid, the smell coming off Sticks being much stronger in the room they were now in, looking like a long maintenance hallway. Lockjaw fell onto his back, slightly dazed as the wind was knocked out of him. The smell of the hallway was making his head swim as he involuntarily gasped in a deep breath in pain. Suddenly, Sticks was sitting on top of him, almost straddling him as he finally got a good look at his face, the light in the hallway being just a touch lighter than the rest of the basement floors. Sticks’s skin had taken on a sickly shade of grey, his pupils blown wide with an almost orange tinge to his normally green iris. The veins in his skin stuck out, looking almost black under his pasty white skin. It was when Lockjaw looked at Sticks’s teeth that he realized just how odd and wrong everything was. The teeth themselves looked too sharp, like someone had taken a file to his teeth. Foul-smelling drool was dripping profusely out of his mouth, threatening to drip on his face. “Oh my god… Eric, what happened to you…” Lockjaw said in disbelief, unsure what to do as the much smaller man on top of him held him in place with almost an inhuman amount of strength. “Don’t worry, baby,” Sticks said, smiling almost evilly as he cocked his head to the side. “I’m going to make you feel soooo good. Just give in to everything. I have an amazing… gift for you.” The way Sticks said ‘gift’ just now gave Adrian pause. He slightly raised an eyebrow in response. Lockjaw’s attention briefly turned to the scream growl coming down the hall, echoing on the concrete walls. Panicked, he looked back towards Sticks when his face was suddenly covered in a clear sheet of saliva, getting into his eyes and mouth as he accidentally gasped in shock. The entire world was covered in a blur as he felt the spit seeping into his eyes, making them water as his brain began to feel numb. “Shhh…. Just relax and let it take over, baby…” Sticks said, lovingly stroking his hand through Lockjaw’s hair, his face in a harsh grin. “You’re going to feel so good in a few minutes. My new friends are going to be here, and then the reeeeal fun will begin.”

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.

************** 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 ********

Of course. "Just the tip" is the oldest line in the book. I used it on guys a lot when I was young (and meeting young, less experienced guys.) Sometimes I meant it, sometimes I didn't. Usually, what I meant was that I wanted to reach the tip of his intestines unless he 1) really was in pain or 2) not clean, which happens with inexperienced guys.

I want to fuck you until you're pregnant.

I got a load 4 you. Raw deep breeder here

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

Eventually they let me go. I stumbled to a seat, pulled-up my underwear and jeans and sat there, feeling like a pig, as cum soaked through my clothing, only to be absorbed into the seat cover. Men came and went, watching the movies and drinking cans of beer. I guess I must have drifted off 'cause when I awoke it was late in the evening. The cinema was still full, but the clientele had changed. There were more older men, rough looking, some looking like they hadn't washed recently. I asked a guy next to me the time, and what was going on. He replied the cinema had a special reduced price once a week for retired guys, or guys on benefits, real trolls, and that meant most other guys stayed away. As I looked around I realised I was the youngest guy in the cinema, and the I was surrounded by guys who were watching me as much as watching the film. I also noticed several of the men were jerking themselves, cocks protruding from stained trousers beneath their fat bellies. My throat went dry and I felt my own cock stiffening in my pants. A man in an old jumper offered me his fat cock and I leaned over to suck him. His cock tasted salty and his groin smelled of piss. That was apparently a signal to the rest of the men, because within seconds there was a free-for-all, and I was theirs for the taking: I was surrounded, hands investigated my body, slid under my shirt, felt-up my chest, and even went so far as to jerk the cock in my mouth. I grunted with approval, only to find a bottle of poppers had been thrust under my nose. Next my shirt was gone and rough fingers pinched my nipples. I staggered to my feet, sensing this was too much, and aghast I had allowed old, bloated wretches to take command of my body, but at the same time the poppers were swirling in my brain and I nearly fainted. Hands grabbed my arms to steady me and someone whispered. "Steady kid, we 'aint gonna hurt you." They dragged my trousers and pants down, and I heard them hiss with anticipation as my cock sprang up stiff as a poker. Immediately, a balding old man bent and took it in his mouth, his lips encrusted with cold-sores. "Nooo!" I instinctively murmured, even as I thought his services felt excellent. Then a man in the row behind leaned forward and kissed me, his unshaven face rubbing against mine, and his tobacco breath in my nostrils. His shirt was open, and he guided my hands to his fat, sweaty tits which sported rings in the nipples. Slowly, ever so gently, he pulled me forward until I was bent over the seat back where somehow I found his heavy, veiny cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair in a strangely gentle way as he simultaneously reached back, pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my arsehole. I felt other hands on my hips and looked back to see a man old enough to be my grandfather leering at me with a gap-toothed smile. Before I could react, his cock was sliding into me as the fat man held my shoulders down onto the seat back. "P..please.. stop," I gasped, "let me go!" I felt the cock in me swell and throb as it came and the fat man bent and whispered into my ear "You're a good boy 'ain't you? You want to look after us don't you?" Another cock slid into me carrying god knows what diseases, but his hands were so gentle as they smoothed my hair and his voice was so soothing I could only submit and offer my hole for his use....