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Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

The sun beat down on the trio as they settled onto their towels, the warm sand shifting beneath them. Dan lay on his back, his eyes closed, the weight of the day already pressing on his chest. The beach was alive with the sounds of laughter, waves crashing, and the occasional call of seagulls overhead. It was a typical day at the gay nude beach, but for Dan, it felt anything but ordinary. Carl broke the silence, his voice low and curious. "So, Dan, how you holding up? The waiting, I mean. And the meds locked away. It’s gotta be driving you wild, right?" Dan hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns in the sand. "Yeah, it is. I mean, I’m horny all the time. It’s like this constant ache, you know? But I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do. It’s… a lot to think about." Jason, lying beside him, propped himself up on one elbow, his brown eyes narrowing slightly. "You’re not the only one who’s turned on by this, Dan. The whole situation, it’s fucking hot. But let me be clear—if you back out now, I’m not going back on my meds for a while. I’ll find someone else to infect. Someone who’s ready to take what I’m offering." Carl’s eyes lit up, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, Jason, remember when you and Jimmy infected me? It was the best feeling in the world. Taking load after load, feeling your virus in me. I was finally becoming the poz slut you showed me I’d always wanted to be." Jason nodded, his voice low and intense. "That’s the power of it, Carl. Knowing I’m spreading my virus, creating perfect sluts. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about the transformation. The surrender." Dan shifted uncomfortably, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced around the beach, his eyes landing on two older bears watching them from a distance. Their gazes were hungry, appraising. Carl followed his line of sight and smirked. "Looks like we’ve got an audience. Those bears over there, they’re definitely interested. What do you say, Dan? Ready to give them a show?" Dan’s throat went dry, but he nodded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, alright. Let’s do it." Carl and Dan stood, brushing the sand off their bodies, and began walking toward the trails that led to the more secluded areas of the beach, Carl carrying a small bag with lube, poppers and cum rags. The bears followed, their eyes locked on the two younger men. The air grew thicker, heavier, as they moved into the shadows of the trees. In a small clearing, away from prying eyes, the bears approached. They were burly, their bodies covered in thick hair, their eyes dark with desire. Without a word, Carl and Dan turned to face them, their bodies tense with anticipation. The taller bear grabbed Dan, pulling him close, his hands roaming over his body. Dan gasped as the man’s rough fingers traced his chest, his abs, before sliding down to his cock. The bear’s lips crashed against his, their tongues tangling in a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, the shorter bear pushed Carl against a tree, his hands gripping Carl’s hips as he lined up his thick, uncut cock with Carl’s waiting hole. Carl rubbed some lube on the bear's dick. Then he took a hit of poppers and moaned, his head falling back, as the bear thrust inside him, filling him completely. Dan was pushed to his knees, the taller bear’s cock in his hand. He looked up, his eyes meeting the bear’s, before he leaned forward, taking the man’s length into his mouth. He sucked greedily, his cheeks hollowing as he swallowed every inch. Carl tossed the taller bear the bottle of lube and the poppers. He took a hit, handed the poppers to Dan and told him to turn around. As Dan inhaled, he delighted in the feeling of the bear's fat mushroom head breaching his hole and sliding inside his ass. Being in the outdoors, listening to the grunts as Carl took the other bear's raw fuck, knowing anyone might wander by and see them made Dan feel so slutty. This was going to be such a good fuck. The bears were relentless, their bodies moving in rhythm, their grunts and moans filling the air. Carl and Dan took turns riding the bears’ raw cocks, their bodies slick with sweat, their holes stretching to accommodate the thickness. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through them, their moans echoing in the semi-secluded space. The two tops chatted to each other about Dan and Carl's holes, commenting on what good sluts they were. The guys finally made a choice about who was going to cum in who. The shorter bear picked up his rhythm fucking Dan against a tree and told him he wad going to give Dan his hot load. "Do it," Dan begged as the cock erupted deep in him. Then he heard the other bear asking Carl if he was ready to be recharged, and Carl saying "fuck yeah," followed by a loud moan from his top as the guy came. When it was over, the bears pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum. They stood there, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on Carl and Dan. Carl passed them a cum rag, and they cleaned each other off and tossed the rag back to him. Without a word, they turned and walked away, disappearing into the trails. Carl and Dan cleaned themselves up, their bodies still trembling from the encounter. They made their way back to where Jason was waiting, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. As they lay back down on the towels, Jason discreetly moved towards Dan, his hands reaching out to finger Dan's hole. He then put his finger in his mouth, a sly smile on his face. "Tastes poz," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The three lay together, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. Dan’s expression was unreadable, his mind racing. He was caught between desire and fear, between the thrill of surrender and the unknown consequences. Jason’s hand rested on Dan’s shoulder, his touch both comforting and possessive. "You’re getting to be such a hot slut Dan. Can't wait to add my load in there. Wanna head back to the bushes in a bit?" The beach around them buzzed with life, but in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of them. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand, as Dan sat there, his heart pounding, his mind swirling with thoughts he couldn’t yet articulate. But yes, he wanted Jason's poz and increasingly toxic load to mix with the one he'd already collected. "Give me 15," he said.

It was a few hours later when I finally awoke. I was on my bed, nude. A towel was stretched beneath me, and it was mostly damp from me sweating profusely. I struggled to sit up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in my room I realized it must be night time. I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to jump off the bed. Just barely I made it to the toilet and began throwing up, hard. Thankfully there wasn't much in my stomach, so after the first heave or two it was mostly just my stomach trying desperately to react in the way my brain was asking it to. I felt a hand on my upper back, right between my shoulders, and my head snapped up in shock. "It's okay, just remember to breathe." It was G, there in my bathroom. He was kneeling beside me as a final heave caused my head to fly forward and down. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped my mouth and nose, and flushed it all down the toilet. Gerry helped me to my feet, though I was wobbly and unsteady. I felt gross, sweaty all over, exhausted, and my ass was as sore as I had ever felt it. I had broken flashes of us in the woods, me on my back accepting cock into my ass. I began to lose my balance and I fell forward gently up against G. At that moment my eyes began to focus and I realized I was up against his hairy chest, my eyes looking just below my head at his POZ chest tattoo. My eyes drifted down and in that moment I realized we were both naked. In the time I had been asleep, G had apparently texted Dirk--who knew where I lived--and gotten a destination for where to take me. He had fished my house keys from my soiled shorts in his backpack, and had managed to carry that and me into my apartment. He had carried me back to my bedroom, fetched a towel, and laid me out. He had pulled the clothes he had lent me off and, with our pile of soiled clothes and his spare outfit as well, started a quick load of laundry to clean them all up. I didn't realize it in the moment, but he had also lifted my legs and removed the butt plug from my ass. I stood there, braced up against him. Slowly he shuffled us over to the shower, and he reached inside and started the water. He held his hand out, checking the temperature, and when it was just warm enough to not be hot for me, he helped me in, following me right behind. He slid the glass door shut and held me against him, my back on his chest as the water cascade down on me. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bar of soap and gently began rubbing it all over the front of me. He stepped back just a bit and then began soaping up my back. With a sufficient lather worked up, he stepped forward again and slowly rocked himself against my back, cleaning his own chest in the process. I felt his cock beginning to rise between my ass cheeks, and as he returned the soap to the hanging shelf beneath the showerhead, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit into his hand. He stepped back again and as he began to rub some into my hair, I felt his cock head rise up to meet my ass. He rinsed my hair, being careful to keep the soap from my eyes, and then again took the bar of soap in his hand. He dropped behind me, his right arm still reaching up and around my front, keeping me upright. He used his left arm to gently push my legs apart a bit and began soaping up my legs, my balls, and my cock. My ass however, was not to be soaped. He put the bar of soap on the shower floor in front of me, and using his free hand pulled my left ass cheek out, giving him a clear view of my hole. He dove in with his tongue and began cleaning around my hole. He spit a few times on my hole, but proceeded each time to use his tongue to swirl his saliva around. He pulled his face away and stood up behind me, but didn't release his grip on my left cheek. Instead, he positioned his rock hard member and slid most of the way into my ass in one go. I grimaced a bit and fell back on him, driving a bit more of his cock into my ass. He wrapped me up in a bear hug and began pile-driving my ass. Given it had been a few hours, he didn't last long, and I felt him pull me back against him as his hips thrust forward and his cum rocketed into my hole yet again. He remained hard, even as his thrusting subsided, and with a final couple passes under the showerhead, he turned off the water and opened the door. We stepped out of the shower together, him still buried in my ass. He grabbed a towel he had laid on the sink and proceeded to towel our torsos off. Needing to step back to dry our lower halves, he pulled back and yanked his cock out of my ass. I heard the sound of a glob of cum hit the floor, and as he toweled us off I felt him kiss both cheeks. With ourselves dried from the shower, and me still wobbly and warm, he guided me to the bed. He pulled off the damp towel I had woken up on, and gently laid me on the bed on my right side, crawling on himself and spooning himself up behind me. He slid his right arm through and under my right armpit, and pulled me close. He reached down and with his left hand guided his still-erect, hooded member to my ass; he slid it right up into me in one push and returned me to a bear hug in my bed. Gently he rocked his cock inside my ass, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would deposit another three loads in my ass over the course of the night, never once slowing to cum, never withdrawing, and with the feverish heat radiating from my body never needing to put us under the covers.

This weekend, I went to a Horse Fair with a prison twist in London. My first to such event. You choose to be an inmate(similar to a mare in other events), guards(stallion) or trustees(stable lads). Inmates must choose a red hood(bb) or white hood(condom). I was an inmate with red hood. First we stripped naked. Harnesses, rings or cages are allowed. We put on a prison orange jumpsuit. Then we were taken into the main room. This was huge with an industrial cold look. Rows of benches ready for mass fucking. Wow! Scary or exciting? Next we were hand-cuffed. A blackout eye mask is put on followed by the red hood. This stage was tense - fears, anxious and horny. Heard a guy shouted out to change his hood from red to white. I think 90% were wearing red. We were groped roughly by different hands before the orange jumpsuit was removed. Then I was told to bend down on a bench. Within minutes, my hole took a raw cock, then another, and another, it went on and on. I lost count but I think total for the night was about 15 to 20, some may be repeats, I don’t nor care. I probably took about 4 to 6 loads. Other than fucking, I was ordered by a guard to suck including some of the inmates. After an hour or so, I used the safe word to take a toilet break. A trustee guided me there where I was then allowed to remove my hood and mask. I noticed my hole was leaking cum profusely. As the trustee prepared to take me back to the mainroom, he said I should lubed up before returning. I told him I have tons of cum in me already. He checked fingering my hole and ordered me to suck him a bit. Nice moment. Afterthoughts - my personal thoughts, I know others will have own opinions: - the experience of being a fuckhole for countless anonymous tops is surreal. You hear grunting and feel cocks pulsating, then you know they are enjoying your slutty hole. You focus on the cocks taking turn to fuck you. - the comradeships with the other inmates was fun. Holding each others hands as we were being fucked endlessly. Towards the end when hoods were removed, I fucked a cub. - I would have liked to be ordered to felch those cum filled holes and be felched myself. - When changing to leave, good to see all the satisfied faces on those hot used bodies. - I will definitely go again, hopefully less anxious next time. As amazing as it was, I won’t say this beats everything else for me personally but we need variety. I am thankful such experience is accessible. Kudos to the organisers. Berlin next month … 🐷

I just took three loads earlier. I showed up to a guys house with two other guys watching straight porn and trying to hook up with girls on tindr. They were all jerking, we chilled, and they let me touch their cocks while the guy i was there for was in the shower. We ended up going into his room and he fucked me good and then after he finished he went back out and when he came in he asked if his friends could fuck because they had no luck with the girls. so they turned off the lights so it was really dark and they both took turns.

This morning I woke up to breakfast. My ex had stayed over. When I came out of the bedroom, he was naked, sitting on the sofa talking to another naked guy. The other guy was a 30ish Ecuadorian with a big banana like dick, uncut and curved. He was on the shorter side and slim with a helmet of long black hair. Sexy .I go to the bathroom and they both call me to join them. Next thing I know, I'm on my knees ferociously sucking that Ecuadorian dick. It had a wicked curve so was hard to deep throat. Anyway, it gets hard as granite and he gets up and gestures for me to get on the sofa. He lubes up and slams his dick all the way in. He starts with deep slow strokes and after a while, he starts gushing pre-cum. He pulls out and it keep spewing and he feeds it to me. I suck his dick some more and then he gestures again. I assume the position and he enters and puts he whole body on top of me and starts pounding the fuck out of me,. Soon, he starts moaning long loud moans as he noisily unloads in me. He stays in and rests for a second. In Spanish he says he hasn't busted in five days. Hr pulls out and I clean him off but he's very sensitive. I get up and go wash my hands. With his 5 day load still in me, I then made a big pot of oatmeal. Served it with honey and cinnamon and fresh blueberries. We all had a bowl and then he walked out with me as I walked the dog. Still have his warm seed in me. It was a very very good way to wake up.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** ***Also - forgive my rusty German*** “C’mon, Mikey,” it’s through here,” I called back to him urgently. “This is the door that Wolfgang told us about” Mike and I crept silently towards the blue door that said “Nur für Mitarbeiter.” In my limited German, I knew that meant “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. Yes, this is where Wolfgang told us to go. We crept silently, even though no one could possibly hear us over the din of the techno music-- it’s hypnotic beat pulsating and throbbing in our ears. Even while still outside, we could hear it clearly – on every fourth beat, a voice dubbed over the music added a rotation of single word: “TOXIC” “POZ” “AIDS” “VIRUS.” Yeah, this was the place and soon, just beyond that blue door, my best friend Mikey and I would get access into one of the most exclusive parties in the world: The infamous “Nachladen” party, exclusively only for POZ-detectable men, totally invitation only and only after applicants submit a copy of lab work showing a detectable viral load within 2 weeks of the date of the party. Lab work papers or .pdfs are checked again at the door by a fearsome looking punk bouncer, Carsten, who, at almost 7 feet tall and in his custom biohazard-shaped harness, biotats all over his lean body, and almost always wearing nothing at all, presented a formidable obstacle to access the converted warehouse on the outskirts of Berlin, by a small river, across the field and over a 6ft chain-link fence that Mikey and I scaled just before reaching the blue door. And even if your paperwork showed the required viral load qualifications, if Carsten didn’t like your look, or somehow thought you were faking being toxic to get in, he’d throw you out before you even get in the door. Nobody argued with Carsten. As these prerequisites were explained to me back home by my friend Clay who is a veteran of the Nachladen parties. Certainly, Mikey and I, both of us still neg after almost a year of chasing HIV, weren’t going to get in. But we were going to, in Berlin, stopping there on a train trip of Europe, and we beseeched Clay to try to get us in. “Sorry, Chris, chasers like you two aren’t welcome at the Recharge Party (using the rough English translation for “Nachladen.)” You gotta convert to HIV POZ first, and then you need proof of toxicity, like recent lab results to show them from your phone. Carsten will never let you in. He is one mean muthafucker, especially when he’s pounding a load from his poisoned cock into you.” Mike and I were dejected by this, of course, especially since in the last few years, more and more guys have openly and unashamedly chased the upgrade to POZ status - any gay street fair you go, or even this WeHo coffee shop we’re sitting in, is chock-a-block with guys festooned with biotats: Radiocative Symbols, Scorpions, Biohazard signs, or just the words “positive” or “HIV Inside.,” Our statuses have both stubbornly remained “negative,” despite Clay’s repeated breedings of us both. Clay, of course, was famously pozzed by his uncle Randy and a few of Randy’s high-viral fuck buddies at an infamous Tahoe conversion party, where 14 chasers got into the poz brotherhood in a single weekend. But Clay’s best efforts at converting me and Mikey had still not resulted in the desired outcome…Time after time, our home tests came up with just 1 line – negative…we had both been off PrEP for about a year, so why the conversion wasn’t happening was a mystery to us as we had been steadily taking loads from Clay, exclusively so he could claim us as his first converts and get on the road to the X tatted on his body, signifying 10 successful pozzings. Clay took his meds for awhile, but missed out on all the pozzing fun his buddies got to have, so he’s been med free for over a year now. Despite that, Clay had been frustrated by his apparent inability to poz us, and resolved to go to Berlin to the infamous Nachladen party to pick up a few more strains, or maybe the elusive HIV1/HIV2 combo, or even the rarer, legendary Cuban strain. A few months back, he took his first trip to Berlin, and since then, he’s been going every month for their famous bacchanal of HIV…guys celebrating the brotherhood of HIV/AIDS surrounded by their own kind…You can poz all the chasers you want outside Nachladen, but you can’t bring them in to the party. One day, he emailed over the secret link to the party and Mikey and I devoured the page: NACHLADEN: The ONLY POZ-TOXIC party in Berlin. You must be certified not just HIV POZ, but also TOXIC : WE CHECK YOUR VIRAL LOAD. We require .pdf or paper copies of your recent lab results, to even be eligible to attend. Once certified as toxic, you will be added to our distribution list and our event coordinator Carsten will be reaching out to each of you personally for more details. If you’re non-positive, you are not allowed to attend. This party is only for proven, high-viral TOXIC men to recharge each other, without the pressure of trying to poz up chasers. You can reach out to our members individually to poz up, but until then you can’t attend NACHLADEN. The website went on to offer member info for those who were available to pozzing up chasers. A small thumbnail pic and a unique Member ID linked to an anonymized email address for each toxic breeder. It also suggested neg guys looking for upgrades to POZ check out the “BREED” party at Noxon Club in Las Palmas or reach out to one of “The Ten,” tox guys who tattoo an X for every 10 neg holes they poz up. There, a link took the user to The Ten’s subscription newsletter, run by Clay’s Uncle Randy, a veteran pozzer with over 150 men proudly converted to HIV by him, as evidenced by the 15 dark Xs branded across his mid-section. How many more no-questions-asked guys he pozzed in bathhouses and sex parties will never truly be known. He retired from the pozzing game, started meds and settled down with his husband Tom, but he kept the dream alive for guys through his page. “But we’ve been through “The Ten” already,” Mikey protested, as I silently nodded in agreement, and since we’re already going to Berlin, I want to the chance to poz up for real at the mecca for toxic HIV/AIDS fuckers!” Mikey loves challenges, and he was determined to get into Nachladen come hell or highwater, wanting the chance to upgrade courtesy of some prime HIV high-viral toxic dudes. “The party in Las Palmas has too many chasers and not enough truly tox guys. I hear Nachladen has guys in all stages of HIV infection. That’s what I want!” “It’s very German,” Mikey said to me one evening, scanning the webpage and holding my neg cock with his other hand, while my hand reached down his shorts and started playing with his sweet neg hole. Viewing this webpage for the infamous Nachladen party got us both hard and ready to fuck. “We just need an ‘in,’” he said, casually stripping off his 5” inseam shorts and freeing his thick 8-inch cock from them. “Someone who works there, or one of their suppliers, maybe,” he added, lubing up his fat neg cock and bending me over, mounting me and thrusting it into my hole in one motion. I took Mikey’s fuck like the joyous experience it always is. Mikey and I are total best friends united in the goal of going poz, and then hopefully getting X’d up good for every 10 successful gifted infections, and, yeah, we love each other as well and expect to spend our lives together as POZ partners, fulfilling our destiny to charge up as many as we could along the way. As he’s fucking me, his fat cock slamming into me, he has an idea (he does his best thinking with his cock in a hole, or vice-versa.) “Their main sponsor is Energie Lube,” he says breathlessly as his balls tighten and begin spraying my insides with his cum. Shuddering a few times as he deposits the last few drops in me, he says “Let’s find out some info on them.” We quickly switch positions…Mikey’s hard cock and breeding of my hole has got me ready to blow as well. With only some spit on my cock, I flip him around and send it straight up his 21-year old neg hole and only after a few deep strokes, I send my load into him, slamming my cock deeper to get out the last drops of seed. “If only these were poz loads,” I bemoan, but my partner Mikey is already plotting his moves to crash the Nachladen party. A couple days later, he meets me in the coffee shop on Sunset Blvd – the one where Uncle Randy pozzed all the baristas one summer. “I’ve got it,” Chris,’ he announces, sitting down with is cold brew. Energie Lube is a German company and I reached out to their visual marketing editor…I found him on BZ and I’ve already made plans to hook up with him once we get to Berlin. He’s a hot AIDS fucker named Wolfgang. Once I get to take his fuck, I’ll turn on the old charm and he’ll be the key to us getting into the Recharge Party. And, at least according to his BZ profile, he’s majorly toxic right now. “How are you going to get him to help us,?” I asked. Mikey, leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. His fat pierced cock flopped out of the leg of his gymshorts, making no effort to hide it from view. Not that anyone cared – this was West Hollywood, after all. He just laughed and pointed to his expanding cock. “And if that doesn’t do it, he can always drop a load of HIV in my neg hole. Then, I’ll ask him to get us in.” “You and your schemes,” I said, reaching over to give him a deep kiss. “That monster in your shorts is getting me horned up. Let’s go home and fuck” --2 WEEKS LATER— We arrive at Wolfgang’s apartment on the perimeter of the old Friedrichshain neighborhood of what used to be East Berlin. Mikey is in his shortest shorts and a barely there tank top, while I’m in some leather gear I picked up at the leather shop in L.A. run by Randy’s fuckbud Ron (another of Randy’s many poz progeny). Wolfgang buzzes us up and soon we’re on the 4th floor and he opens the door. I immediately peg him as a veteran of many years poz status…his lean body showing some appararent wasting signs but still musculature ripples along his torso which is bedecked with poz tats. A fat, pierced uncut cock surrounded by a thick metal cock ring and 2 or 3 metal ball weights completes the look. Wolfgang apparently doesn’t speak a whole lot of English and as we are wordlessly led to the bedroom, he motions for us to strip out of our clothes. In his bedroom, well, there was no bed, just a black rubber-clad mattress on the floor and a couple of slings along the wall, he held up a toothbrush and motioned for us each to get into a sling. By this point, no words still had been spoken, in any language. Wolfgang stroked his long toxic weapon and played with his nipple rings while Mikey and I each scampered into the slings. “Which one first?” he finally uttered, in heavily-accented English, and before we had a chance to answer he approached Mikey and stuck the brush up Mikey’s waiting neg hole. Mikey and I have both been brushed like this before many times by Clay and other hot poz guys hoping their deathseed blooms inside us, so my bestie Mikey took the brush in stride, writhing with pleasure as it scraped his asswalls and prepared itself for a toxic flooding from Wolfgang’s hard cock. He has Energie-lubed his German sausage up and without a further word, drives it deep up my boyfriend’s pussy. Mikey throws his head back in pleasure with maybe a little pain as well but he soon acclimates to the fuck and Wolfgang is now pounding his AIDS-pole deep into Mikey’s guts. It was then I noticed the toothbrush hadn’t been removed…Wolfgang was fucking and brushing Mikey’s mancunt at the same time. Mikey was reeling in pleasure at this anal invasion of cock and brush, and Wolfgang reared back and uttered a long string of words in guttural German, and exploded into Mikey’s cunt with what looked like 8 or 9 pulsations of infected seed. Finally pulling his dripping hog out of Mikey’s blown-out and brushed manhole, Wolfgang confidently strode over to me in my sling and without a word or a touch of his hand on my helicoptering cock, he plunged his unmedicated dick deep into my guts. In his hand was the toothbrush, the same one used on Mikey and that went up my cunt as well, Wolfgang doing his best to bring us both into the POZ brotherhood right then and there. Despite breeding my bud Mikey 5 minutes ago, his cock showed no signs of abating and now he’s slamming it into me, the sling swinging back on every downthrust in my brushed pussy. The wasted German man could at last hold out no more, and with another string of utterances and a low grunt, he pulsed 9 shots of his AIDS-cum into my hole. My cock, swirling back and forth and around and around, explodes with 7 shots of my neg cum shooting straight up into the air…Wolfgang getting splashed on his cheek with most of it – his tongue curling out of his mouth to collect the salty prize. Exhausted, Mikey and I both lay there for a few minutes before Wolfgang helps us down and we move over to the mattress on the floor. His demeaner has changed now and at last he speaks, in accented English. “You boys like that? Give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to go again” So 15 minutes later, we repeat the process, with Wolfgang loading each of us up again with more deadly HIV, and we are well and truly wiped out by now. He brings us some water and we get to talking. He actually speaks English better than we thought at first. He founded the Energie Lube company there in Berlin a few years ago and supplies most of the German sex clubs, including the infamous Berghain and of course, the recharge fest for toxic dudes that is Nachladen. Energie-Lube has a proprietary formula, he claims, that helps cocks stay hard longer and rebound quicker. The subject turns to Nachladen: “I’ve been poz for over 10 years,” and even though we love infecting chasers like you two boys, the party just lets us hang with out brothers without the pressure or competition to impregnate.” “How toxic are you?” I ask, thinking of the two massive loads of his poison seed up my butt at the moment. “Oh, very toxic. I don’t know how you measure it, but yeah, I’m totally able to poz you guys up…maybe this was the day!” After a long conversation and then he even poured us some wine and fixed us some food, we excused ourselves to shower off. Mikey, looking for some shampoo, but also being a nosy little twink, opens Wolfgang’s bathroom cabinet and recoils at what he sees, grabbing a pill bottle to show me. “It’s fucking PrEP!” he exclaims, showing me the bottle, written in English from a pharmacy, not in Germany, but in…Connecticut. The label clearly states “pre-exposure prophylaxis regimen.” “And Wolfgang isn’t Wolfgang…he’s William and he’s from fucking Connecticut!,” Mikey tells me, shaking the pill bottle at me “Do you know what this means?” “He lied about being toxic…Hell, he’s not even POZ!” we both shout. “This is fantastic” Mikey says, to my bewilderment. “Just the knowledge we need to get into that club.” --END OF PART 1--

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Certain assumptions in this story about any person are simply fantasy and fiction. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** --PART 2-- “Hey, Wolfgang,” Mikey says as he saunters out of the shower, naked, with his fat cock dangling down. “Or should I say ‘William’”? Wolfgang whips around from washing dishes and turns to see Mikey holding his PrEP bottle. A look of horror crosses over his face. “Seems like you’re shooting blanks, there, Willie,” Mikey closes in on the stunned man, reaches him and grabs his cock in his hand. “Yeah, you threw a good fuck into us both with this fat hog, and I appreciate that,” he starts, “but you’re not even POZ and what’s worse is you’re on fucking PrEP to stay negative!” “You misrepresented yourself,” I tell William/Wolfgang. “Don’t sugarcoat it for him, Chris,” Mikey says to me “he fuckin’ lied about being POZ/toxic, about being able to poz us. “But I like you, William,’ Mikey continues, stating his real name with a measured but clear amount of contempt. ‘I think you can help us out, here, Wiilliam. You not being POZ seems like something the guys at Nachladen might want to know about, huh William?” William looked beseechingly at us and said “Please, don’t say anything to them, boys…Yeah, I lied…I’m a chaser just like you and I want to stop taking those pills – I got scared a couple of months back and I went back on PrEP, but I was overthinking it and I know I want to stop and poz up. He takes the pill bottle from Mikey and empties them out into the trash, pouring water over them to dissolve them. “That’s the last of them.” “I reside in Berlin 2 weeks every month. All my tats, and what we did earlier is my fantasy of how I hope one day soon to poz up young guys looking for HIV. I’m not AIDS-wasted, I’ve just always been this skinny and vascular. I’m sorry, guys, what can I do to make it right?” “You can get us into, or tell us how to get into Nachladen, “Wolfgang,” and we won’t say a word about it to anyone. Unless you want Carsten to know….” God, how I loved Mikey, he had some balls, I thought to myself, wishing they were full of hot deathjizz. “No, please never tell Carsten…anything but that,” he pleaded. “There’s one more thing you can do for us, William,” Mikey continued “you can get your ass back in the bedroom and take our cocks.” With that, Wolfgang/William puts himself face-down on the mattress and Mikey, lubing up his fat hog with Energie-Lube, heads straight for William’s hole, his engorged cock pushing through any resistance and he plants himself balls-deep up the imposter’s ass for a brutal fucking that I know only Mikey can deliver. Seeing my boyfriend pound out William like this, and imagining it was a hot poz cock about to spew HIV, got me horned up again and I motioned for Mikey to flip the guy over so we can double-fuck his hole. Mikey and I kind of specialize in double-fucking a manhole, as we can perfectly alternate our strokes and our cocks just go together, except of course for the missing element of being POZ. Soon we have our rhythm going and it just feels too fucking good and each of us blow another load into the William’s fuckchute. As Mikey is pounding out the last few drops of sadly-negative seed, he adds another condition to the bargain: “And we want two free cases of Energie-Lube sent to our home. That, and you get us into Nachladen and we’re all good, ‘Wolfgang’” Wolfgang/William is bronco-busting on our still-hard dicks up his cunt and his 10-inch geyser spurts a huge load of cum into the air. The dude writhes off us and we all collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap. “I like you, Wolfgang, you throw a mean fuck,” Mikey tells him, “but don’t go back on our deal…or else Carsten will find out you’re shooting blanks.” And with that direct threat to William/Wolfgang, Mikey had our plan to get into Nachladen…William was both a (supposedly tox-poz) member and a vendor for the party. As we talked, he told us how he falsifies his lab work with AI so he can get into Nachladen’s front door and past Carsten. But when he delivers his supplies, he enters in the back of the club with a passcode at the locked back door – that was our ticket in. --1 WEEK LATER-- The night of the party, we’re in the back of a taxi headed to Nachladen. When we tell the driver where we’re going, he just smiles and says “Yes, I’ve heard of it. He hands us a card with his number on it; Klaus. “I’ve been trying to qualify for membership at Nachladen for some time now. Maybe sometime you boys can help a chaser out?” AT THE BLUE DOOR Saying to Klaus we wanted to walk the rest of the way, he dropped us off about 1km away, so under the cloudy night sky, we scampered over the fence and through the field toward the back of the building. A single dim floodlight did little to illuminate the door, but Wolfgang’s directions were good and soon enough we were at the door, Mikey holding the slip of paper with the passcode, his shaky finger nervously poised to enter the combination. “Is this real, Chris, can this be the night we join the HIV brotherhood?” He is trembling a bit with anticipation. In the dim light, he struggled to read the paper and press the darkened number keys on the entry lock. “6, 2, 9, 0, 7,” he recited as he pressed each key. Nothing happened except for a short buzzing noise. That wasn’t it. Scanning the paper against the dimness, he corrected himself “6,2, 9, 6, 7,” that’s it.” Still nothing but the buzz. “Give it to me, Mikey, you know your eyes are bad without your glasses,” I said snatching the paper. “I’m surprised you don’t have this memorized.” “Here we go,” I said, “this will be it: “6,2,8,6,7,” I recited. BINGO. The keypad flashed green and beeped affirmatively three times. A lock inside the door opened with a click. I pulled the handle and the louder techno music flooded out and we both recoiled back a bit at the aural intrusion. “C’mon, Mikey,” I urged to him, “let’s go,” and we stepped inside the dark hallway beyond the door. Red exit lighting was about all the light we had, as we left our phones at the hotel. Phones weren’t allowed and as Clay told us, if Carsten or any of his fearsome guards spotted a phone, you’d get thrown out and blackballed from future parties. The hallway was shrouded in heavy black curtains on both sides and according to Wolfgang’s instructions, we had to walk about 100 feet to the back of the stage, where sometimes live sex shows would take place. It was straight down this hall 100 feet, then another door on the left and we could slip into the main hall from behind the stage where we’d be subsumed by the throng of naked AIDS fuckers. We hurried down the hallway and approached the door, ready to go into the hall, and stripping off our clothes along the way, throwing them in a pile behind the curtain. But suddenly, from another door emerged seven or eight naked men, all with biotats and all with leather bio-haz harnesses and fat metal rings around engorged cocks, most of them with thick PAs glistening in the bare light. They’re followed by another hot naked guy holding a video camera. “C’mon guys, lets get this show started!” one of them called out and they opened the door and proceeded through to the stage area. Apparently, a live fuck show was about to begin – the music got turned way down as a voice from above introduced the hot fuckers. Too afraid to pay attention to the announcement, Mikey and I ducked behind a curtain as they passed, and pretty soon we heard shouts and whooping from the main hall. As we crept to the door to open it a crack, we saw the filthy AIDS-fuckers already pawing at each other, fucking and sucking and eating hole in a variety of positions while images from the guy’s video camera were projected on the split-screens above them gave the assembled throng a birds-eye view of what was happening. We figured now was the time, as the performers were distracted by the swirling mass of poz-toxic bodies as they formed and reformed in new configurations. As we stepped through, determined to stay to the left to avoid being noticed, a veiny arm grabbed me and threw me into the scrum of writhing sex gods assembled on the fuckfloor. Someone else grabbed Mikey and soon our mouths were roughly pulled opened to accommodate fat, pierced toxic cocks and we could both feel tongues and fingers on our neg holes. “These boys want to join the show, brothers, and they look like new meat to me!” one of them shouted to his mates over the din. Breaking free for a second of the hard, already precumming cock in my mouth, I looked up at the guy and to my amazement, it was poz porn god Tony Bishop, and with a devilish grin, he was now flipping me around, pointing my ass at his fat toxic tattooed cock. “Let’s recharge these boys, brothers,” and with that Tony dove his poz weapon deep up my pussy, never once stopping to let me acclimate or get reasonably comfortable to take his pozfuck. But fuck that, I was being pozfucked by none other than Tony Bishop! I soon relaxed and accepted the hard, deep pounding Tony was throwing down on my mancunt and my mind was swirling to think I might receive the beautiful gift of prime porn-star POZ viral, unmedicated seed. I looked over for my boyfriend Mikey and he’s getting similarly pounded out by a super tall, bald, visibly wasted guy with what looks like 10 inches of positivity thrusting in and out of Mikey’s neg cunt. I began to realize that Mikey is getting poz pipe from the infamous doorman Carsten! The other guys in the swirling mass start switching off and Tony dismounts off me, only for my ass to be replaced by the rest of the AIDS-poles in rapid succession…now they’ve got Mikey and me on a rotation, with one diseased fucker going after the other on our holes, and I’m desperately hoping they’ll bring us into the brotherhood. Soon enough, the videographer joins in the fun, mounting me from behind with a thick poz cock and at the same time projecting the image onto the screens above. Soon, it’s Carsten’s turn in my ass and Clay was right, the man does not disappoint, for he is pile-driving deep into my cunt as the images are flashed on the screen above us. Tony, meanwhile has his tatted bio-weapon deep up my BFF Mikey. I struggle to see their actions on the split-screen but soon I see from behind as Tony’s heavy AIDS-filled balls tighten up and the pounding gets slower and deeper into Mikey’s cunt. Finally, he pulses what appears to be 10 shots of HIV into my best friend and soulmate, loudly grunting while he’s inseminating. The men in the sex scrum shouting “Recharge him!” and some other stuff in a mix of English/German/Spanish and some other languages I can’t quite get. At last Tony withdraws his poz pistol from Mikey’s gaping pussy, little dribbles of the gift coating the perfect O Mikey’s hole makes whenever he’s been fucked good and hard. Carsten moves on from my hole and re-plants himself inside Mikey, pausing only to lap up some of Tony’s venom from the hole. Tony, being the famous poz predator he is, wastes no time and goes back up inside me, grunting and hollering with all the men while Carsten unloads his poison into Mikey, the crowd watching erupts in applause and men all over the main hall resume their bacchanal of HIV fucking and seeding, shouting “Recharge” in their various languages whenever one erupts inside their brother’s hole. And while Tony continues drilling his toxic cock deep inside my hole, my mouth gets a rotation of fat HIV-laden cocks one after the other roughly face-fucking me. Tony is bucking and thrashing on top of me, pinning me down against the sweaty and cummy rubber of the black floormat, and with a growl, unleashes another unmedicated load, which feels like 12 or so shots of infectious HIV deep in my guts. He whispers in my ear “Get used to it, kid, we’ve only just started violating your hole.” The mass of men re-forms and without allowing us any recovery time, proceed to fuck and breed Mikey and me further. These fuckers’ cocks never go down and always shoot copious loads of the beautiful, bonding viral gift of pure HIV seed just needing a receptive vessel to bloom and proliferate. The videographer re-mounts my ass and drives his diseased load deep into me, all the while displaying the images up on the screen. He pulls his enormous cock out of me and my hole is truly gaped now with a steady drizzle of infected seed oozing out. But it’s soon filled by another of the sex show guys and every drop is driven back inside me. Maybe there is something to Wolfgang’s claims about Energie-lube, I think to myself as I’m passed yet again between hard-driving poz tops and fucked and bred again and again. Between Mikey and me, these 8 studs have bred us a cumulative 20+ times. The show reaches it’s end and the screens flash away from the stage and begin again with poz porn from all over the world. Mikey and I are truly wiped out but ecstatic at what has happened. We stagger over to the small bar area for some water, and we run right into Wolfgang/William. “Hey, didn’t I tell you this place was incredible!” he says hugging us both and reaching around to our holes to bring some residual seed to his lips. ‘I didn’t know there’d be a sex show tonight, boys, but damn was that hot watching Tony Bishop make you his sons. And then that angry fucker Carsten and all the other guys. I bet you guys have both just been pozzed!” “I didn’t think we’d get as many loads as we have so far,” I marveled to Wolfgang/William. “Oh yeah, these guys can almost *smell* new meat at this club,“ William added “Of course, they think you’re both POZ and detectable, so be sure to play along and shout ‘Recharge” whenever you breed a hole here.” With that, Wolfgang/William rejoins the dancing/fucking/sucking throng, immediately getting bent over and pozfucked at by various dudes. The video guy approaches us and says we can get a copy of what he recorded if we want as he hands us his card: His name is Todd and we cannot wait to replay this incredible sex show for Clay and Uncle Randy back home. Mikey and I, now with some water and a quick convo with Todd to exchange contact info, head out onto the main floor and we make plans to meet back at the bar in 2 hours, but in the meantime, get as many more poz-tox loads as possible. My head is reeling with the possibility that this was the day of our pozzing and we made it happen here at the infamous Nachladen party. I love Mikey more than ever for being the devious twinky little fucker that he is and conniving a way to get us in here. Way more than 2 hours go by in a total blur as men, of all ages, body types and stages of HIV infection use my hole to impregnate me with deathseed. As I’m getting invaded from behind, guys are just backing up onto my rockhard member at will, in a frenzy of sex and fucking and continuous breeding. At one point, I’m in the middle of a fuck-train of about 10 guys, which keeps reforming as someone drops a load. Then, as the time to meet Mikey fast-approaches, the crowd parts and there he is again: POZ god Tony Bishop, who comes up to me as I am straddled across a fuckbench. Saying nothing, he mounts up inside my blown-out mancunt and drops another venomous batch of his AIDS-brew straight from his balls and through his tattooed cock into my hole. “How’d you get past Carsten?” he whispers in my ear, depositing the last of his toxic jizz in my cunt and revealing that he knows somehow I’m not yet POZ. “No worries, you’ll definitely be eligible once we’re all done with you.” “Recharge!” he shouts again to the assembled onlookers, who, as Tony moves away, jockey to begin yet another assault on my hole. I’m fucked and seeded about 30 more times, but honestly, at this point, it could be 100 more times for all I know, I’m barely aware anymore, but just know I’m being pozzed tonight and I’m gonna think always of my new pozfather Tony. I know it could have been a strain from any of these sick fuckers, but Tony was the first load I took tonight at Nachladen, so he’ll be the one in my book to have brought me and Mikey straight into the beautiful POZ brotherhood! It's past 7:00am when we stumble out of the club, after finding our clothes again and there’s a line of taxis outside in the bright sun. We see Klaus’s taxi and wave to him. He takes us back to our hotel and we make plans to meet up next time we’re in Berlin. 1 MONTH LATER – WEST HOLLYWOOD I’m relaying the events of Nachladen to my poz inspiration, the great Randy, a founding member of “The Ten,” and uncle and pozzer of his nephew Clay, our good buddy, who is off getting a new tattoo. I’m playing clips from the video Todd sent us on my phone for Uncle Randy to watch. We also made plans to go to the next Nachladen, but before we do, we’ll visit taxi driver Klaus and help a brother out. “I’m proud of you and Mikey, son,” Uncle Randy tells me. “What an evening! Here, let me look at your home test again,” he asks me, right in the same WeHo coffee shop where he in his day pozzed the whole staff. He holds the test up to the light and smiles broadly as he sees the 2 red lines, bright as day. Just then, Mikey arrives and shows us his paperwork from Dr. Matthew’s office: He’s high VL, or as the doctor’s hot gifter nurse Keith put it “toxic as fuck”—which he and Keith then did, right on the examination table. Uncle Randy displays the two home tests and the paper as well for the coffee shop customers, who all break out in applause. Guys start coming up to us with congratulations and to air-drop their contact info. Clearly, we’re gonna be busy pozzing up and/or recharging scores of dudes. Achievement unlocked! We exit, horned up beyond belief and needing relief. At this moment Clay walks up to us, fresh from the tattoo parlor and pulls up his T-shirt to reveal his first dark X branded across his torso. He deeply kisses his pozfather Uncle Randy, and says to us all: “Let’s go pozfuck.” THE END

Part 2: I knew these people were out there. I heard about some of the sleazier hookup sites from titles in breeding videos. A4A bottom with tight ass milks daddy top. Anon Sniffies top breeds me deep. Trick from BBRT takes load. There wasn't much for me on there, right? But I couldn't stay away, and one afternoon, the call got to be too strong. I opened up Safari (private browsing, of course), typed in BBRT, and started to sign up. I felt my cock starting to get harder as I began filling out the fields. Username: thicktopguy7 (the 7 was a bit of rounding up, but this was a hookup app). I entered my location, and began filling out the other fields. 27, 5'10, 170, average body hair. Cock? Large/ Cut. Race? White. Status: Negative. Smoker? No. Position? Top. Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Ask Me. I was just here to look around. Take Loads Anal: No. Looking for HIV status? Negative Only. Then it was time to write my profile text, and I felt my heart beat faster. Maybe it's best to keep it brief. Headline: Thick cocked top, looking to explore. Profile text: Horny guy new to BBRT and new to this. Looking around for now. Upload photos? Fuck no. Then it was to the main screen, and a new world was suddenly visible. My mouth felt dry, and my cock throbbed. The profile names alone started to set me off, and reading the lists of intos made it worse. There seemed to be bottoms everywhere, looking for now, ready to get fucked til they were dripping. The grainy photo quality both pissed me off and made it hotter. It felt sleazy and secret, like this was a website that should have been shut down years ago. There were some fucking hot guys here: smooth sub bottoms with pretty holes that begged to be stuffed full of cock. Not many face pics, which made sense – who'd want to be seen here? And then there were the top profiles. Even though I topped, I could appreciate a good cock. And there were some big, gorgeous cocks on there. Why were all these barebackers so hung? I found myself getting even harder reading the tops' profiles. Daddy breeder looking for NSA. Discreet Latino needs head. Fuck it, I need to jerk off. I opened a new window, and went right for a favorite in my bookmarks of a guy fucking an anon bottom, ass up. He savors every stroke in this hole, starting off quiet until he can't hold back, and starts growling and grunting as he gets closer and closer to filling him up. I let it play and went back to browsing BBRT, idly stroking my cock through my underwear every now and then. I started looking through more of the profiles, and one caught my eye. BreederSeederTop. Online now. 42, large uncut cock. Top. The small photo made it hard to see the fine details of what he looked like, but I could make out a muscular chest with a good coating of fuzzy hair, stubble on his chin, a wolfish grin, and the base of a thick cock. Fuck. His profile made me throb. "Never pull out. Raw is law. Into a lot, as long as my load ends up in your hole. A breeding you won't forget. Bi, straight, gay, discreet, married, whatever, just bend over. Public, groups, anon are a plus." My eyes flicked down the page: Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Yes. Take Loads Anal: No. Your Status: No Preference. My status: Ask Me. I looked back up at the rest of his profile. "Huge loads. The only good condom is a broken one." Fuck. I started writing him a message. “Hey. Fucking hot profile. 27 year old top guy, new to BBRT, how's it going? Sorry I don't have any pics, I'm a bit shy haha. Never been on a site like this before :p” I hit send and then closed the window. Too much, too fast. But I opened another window a minute later, and checked to see if he'd viewed my profile. He had. My heart quickened, and then I saw the new message alert. I clicked. “Hey, thanks. Not much. I've got a big load saved up and nowhere to put it yet. What are you up to shy boy? Got any pictures?” I hadn't expected to hear back from him. What now? My instinct to delete the message was strong, but my cock twitched again, and I started writing back. “I'm just setting up my profile and looking around. No pictures right away, sorry. I know that's kind of lame, but I don't want anyone to I know to see me here. I don't fuck bareback. Unfortunately, I'm a good boy haha” A few long minutes of waiting, and then another notification. “OK, good boy, that's fine for now. But why are you on a BB site if you don't fuck raw? And messaging tops? It's how we were made to fuck. If I don't breed every day or two, I start to go insane. There's no better feeling than unloading deep into a tight ass, lubed with spit and precum.” I wrote back. “Fuck, I bet dude 😜 It's hard to explain but I saw some bareback porn a while ago and it really got in my head, man. I can't stop thinking about it haha. Trust me, I've always wanted to fuck raw, but the craving keeps getting worse and worse. Honestly, I was horny and jerking off today and just decided to look around here, but that's all I'm really doing. You're hot as fuck though lol” Sent. I waited a few minutes, saw he'd opened the message and waited for a reply. “I get it, boy. I used condoms when I was a younger top, but those natural urges are strong. I listen to mine. I've bred every bottom I've fucked for a decade now, and I'm never going back to being good. Being bad is better. What turns you on about it? What was the video?” Boy? That's what I called bottoms. But at the same time, it didn't feel bad. It felt kinda good. I let it go for now. “Haha, it's hard to describe, but it just feels right.” I stopped typing. How much do I let on? Fuck it. “The video? It's a bit twisted, but... it was a guy topping a bottom, doggy style, with a condom, and he cut the tip off and came inside him. I'm sure it was fake, but it made me cum so fucking hard man.” Another few minutes of waiting. I could feel myself clenching my jaw. Another new message. “Good boys like you shouldn't be into stealthing. Although maybe you're not a good boy after all? I wonder if the video was one of mine 😈” Fuck. “Fuck dude. You've done it before? What was it like?” I looked at his profile while I waited a few more minutes. My status: Ask me. New message. “Fuck yeah. How do you think I've bred so many asses? My load always ends up inside, one way or another. I don't usually record it, but I have a few videos in my private collection. I could show you at my place sometime. When are you free?” This was too much. I rubbed my cock a few times through my underwear, and felt myself about to cum. I got my cock out just in time and gasped as I began to shoot. Fuck. I painted my chest, six or seven shots of cum, grunting with each throb. I took a few deep breaths, but my heart was still racing, and I still had the browser tab open. I looked back at his profile for a second, considered my options, hit the block button, and closed the window.

I was in the park at night time. I saw a dude with no pants on. He was leaning on the fence rail. I walked up behind him, pushed my track pants down and just slid my dick in. I was fucking for several minutes and a fit tracksuit guy came up behind me and rubbed my ass and felt up my cock and balls to find me raw in the guy with no pants. I adjusted my stance so he could get at my hole, he rubbed some spit in to lube my crack. Track suit guy slid in as I was slow fucking the guy against the fence rail. Track suit guy quickly built up to full speed and in about two minutes fulled my hole with cum. This faster pace got me horny as and I blew my load in no pants guy. I went back to my truck and drove home with my ass full of cum.

Nerves are on high, but his 9 inch cock rest on my leg as he says, are you ready to fly? Fuck ya sir, as the point empties into my arm, and he takes the blue tourny off my arm, the rush thru my body, the cough, the tingle in my cock balls and hole, I say, Sir, fuck, fuck me now please! Oh i plan on it. He flips me over and spits on my hole, smacks it with his uncut precum soaked foreskin tip, and says, No turning back now boy, me not caring at all, He says, Take this poz chem cock, I look back, he slams his in his cock, seeing the blood on his dick has me spreading my bubble butt cheeks begging for him to wreck my hole, I can't believe how huge his cock got, and with no mercy he slams that thick dick balls deep, even tho I was so high the pain was so much, I scream out in pain, and pull away but he puts one foot on my neck and somehow swivels just right that his massive cock goes even further in my once tight hole. He grins with this devilish smile and I feel his cock go past that second hole and he lets out a low grunt and says, oh there it is , and for the next 30 minutes, probably longer, this bull just pounded me. I ended up blacking out for sometime, coming too to him still using my now stretched hole, adding a thumb or finger, saying, oh ya boy your hole is now mine, u feel my first load in your wrecked hole? I mumbled some thing as he slaps my face, and says, I can't hear you! YES SIR, I SAY. GOOD BOY! NOW, he pulls out and I notice 2 other men, even bigger than him, but then he come up to me and gets me some water. Well I thought it was water. And end up putting that blue thing in my arm as the other man grabs my hips, I feel his giant tip about to push in after that point is emptied then..... Part 2 coming soon 😈

Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

I've had two colonoscopies and see a proctologist three times a year. My anus is VERY obviously stretched and loose. So far, nothing has been said, though I did run into one of the male nurses at the gym about a week after my first one and he had this suppressed knowing smirk the entire conversation, like he really wanted to say "I know you are super loose must have had some massive stuff in your ass" but couldn't for professional reasons.

Went to the cruising area of the local nude beach yesterday afternoon. It was pretty busy, but unfortunately the usual Portland scene of guys looking but not playing. I did get three cocks in my mouth, but no cum. On the way home I was totally keyed up, so I decided to go to the local bathhouse, expecting more of the same. To my surprise it was packed and people were actually playing. I hopped in the sling and immediately got bred by a hot tattooed guy. I went upstairs and joined a little mini orgy with four other guys. I got fucked by two of them (no loads) before it cooled down. Then I went into the sauna and wound up getting fucked by five guys in a row. I only got a look at the first guy - I just stayed in position after he moved on and four more guys took a turn in my hole without me even seeing them. Totally hot. I’m not sure if any of them bred me. I wound up getting fucked one more time in the sling (again, no load) before I needed to head out. Overall, nine dicks in my hole and at least as many in my mouth. Only one confirmed load, but by far the best night I’ve had in a really long time!

I was in my 20s, often horny, and often bored. Work was good enough, life was good enough, and I was good enough. My job was remote and easy, and there was ample time to sit around, daydream, and edge. I was a top. It came naturally to me. I tried bottoming a few times, more out of a sense of obligation than desire. My hunger for hole was innate. I felt that primal urge when I saw a bottom, that desire to make them feel that mix of pleasure and pain. The feeling of grinding up against their ass, letting them feel my cock tease their hole, covering their mouth with mine while I slid in deeper and deeper. I had a thick cock that made bottoms gasp, and I shot big loads that often hit my face when I jerked off. My friends knew I was a top. I wasn't shy about it. I'd fucked some of them. Being a dom came easy to me. I liked being in control. I liked being a bit cocky, having that swagger, getting in a guy's head. I knew a little about kink, I'd been to gear nights, and I'd had older guys teach me the right lessons: respect your partners, respect consent, leave the people you hooked up with in a better place than you'd found them. And I'd taught those lessons to other friends, and the younger guys I'd hooked up with. I did the right things. But I wanted to do the wrong things. Despite all my talk of consent and respect, that wasn't what my brain really craved. I wanted to fuck who I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. And how I wanted it was raw, always. Not just raw. I wanted to corrupt guys. It turned me the fuck on seeing innocent twinks filled with cum, their tight holes opened up and flooded. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when guys were ready to fuck and get used from the start, but it was different with the innocent ones. The worst part? I wanted to stealth. Badly. So badly. And the cravings never seemed to go away. I'd never heard of it until I saw it for myself. It only took one video to break my brain: a grainy 240p of a guy snipping the top of a condom off mid fuck and shooting a load deep in a bottom on all fours. I came as soon as I realized what he was doing. I closed the browser window quickly, but later that day, I searched for the name of that video, got rock hard in seconds and blew another load. I tried being good. I kept ignoring these urges in reality, even if it made me cum fucking hard, every time. I always discussed testing before hookups, and still used condoms, even if what I wanted to do was rip them off, slide in deep and fill them full of my seed. I'd jerk off to bareback porn – always bareback porn – and imagine how warm and tight their holes must feel. But it was all a fantasy for me. Until I met him.

Origins pt. 1 "Can you believe that? My dad being gay?" My best friend Kimmy confess. "I never understood why they got divorced, but are still friendly. That makes perfect sense." I try to contain my hopeful excitement, "Well...your moving out this week, and your mom has been seen around town with her new boyfriend a lot lately. Especially so close to the divorce. They knew for a while and maybe they were just waiting for you to finish high school?" Mr. Martin was super sexy, in his late 40s. He's been working out a lot more than he did when we were growing up. He still has bit of a dad-bod but as I've been hanging out at their pool the past couple of years, I've noticed a bit of a change in his body. Less soft than it once was from his desk job, to more muscular arms, thighs, and chest. "Your my token gay friend, why didn't you notice? Your gaydar broken? Or are you the one that turned him?" She teases me. "I totally didn't see it until now. He was always super manly. I only know they gay kids in our school as reference, or tv. Maybe it was optimistically cautious. And trust me if your dad was fucking me I'd be living here a lot more that I do." I retort. "I hope he's a top. I can't imagine him taking a big cock!" "I hope he's a power top." She smack my arm. "I have to go into work tomorrow for a double shift, you can still hang out here until whenever if you wish. Just don't let the neighbors hear you getting fucked by my dad. I don't want to be called a madam for bringing sluts for him to fuck." She jokes. We continue talking and dreaming about college life before we fall asleep. Thoughts of her dad running through my head. Thoughts of the guys in the city my college is in and all the possibilities for me. The art scene, culture, and hope for my future race through my head as well. Only a few days left in the bum-fuck of a Georgia town. I get up to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off. On my way I hear moaning and smacks coming from Mr. Martin's office. I peek in through the crack of the unshut door. I see him on his couch, naked from what I can tell, is right arm and shoulder moving a lot. His left hand I see a picture of me in my speedo from spring break at their pool on his phone. I hear moaning from the TV and glance into the mirror to see a beefy older man fucking a twink that looked a lot like me. "Goddamn Alex. Your virgin hole feels so good around my cock." Shit he's jerking off thinking about fucking me. I run down the hall back to Kimmy's room. Fuck fuck fuck....

First, I will confess that I'd never heard of him before his tragic death. Thus, I am unfamiliar with his message(s), or his points of view. What I am familiar with, however, is the fact that murdering people one doesn't agree with, politically, philosophically, religiously, what-ever-ly. is never, ever the answer. Apparently, as I've learned in the major-media coverage, his message was crisp, sometimes blunt, but never calling for blood. Yet, that's what some deranged kid answered with. How is it that some of us arrive at that answer? Silencing the opposition? Actually murdering someone we disagree with? Varying points of view can - and should be - vigorously debated in our country, and there's nothing wrong - and everything right about that. I'm not a doctor, I'm not a psychotherapist, nor competent to clinically comment on whatever is wrong in that regard. Surely, however, we can all agree to condemn murder as though that could ameliorate any political situation. I did notice, however, that the little man that runs the US Governmental Agency regarding events like these, held up the press conference for hours until his plane from DC managed to get to Utah, so his face could be included in the officials present at the press conference.

bi guy here -- love me some pussy but embrace the fun, the benefits, and ease of fucking other men. My weakness will always be those damn femboys/cds/smooth holes. as a breeding top - i get off on spreading my seed. With guys, its so so much easier, no dates, no bullshit talk, no feelings, I spread my legs and someone gets to work on this cock. the other benefits that get me off even harder, not knowing their name, how old they are, in some cases what they even look like. Hole is hole, and I want to fuck as many of them as I can while I'm around 🙂

Who determines when one is ready for sex? I believe it is likely there are individuals younger than age of consent laws that are truly emotionally and physically available for sex. I also believe that for most who were were not ready. All sorts of beliefs and norms that one grows up with are composed of a broad range of factors. I've met some otherwise well adjusted individuals where sexual association by an older individual in their youth had no adverse impact on their lives. I think if initiated by the youth, they're likely ready. But when we're looking back in time, how can it be proven without a doubt who that person is. Thus we need the imperfect metric of age. Age of consent should be whenever the person is able to sign contracts.

I see that as the crux if the issue. True, maybe there are some that actually are developed enough to make adult decisions about their sexuality, or even about the gender assigned at birth. Those handful, however, are not anywhere near enough to accommodate the greater majority that are not able to understand the issue, let alone cause major alterations in their future. What counts is what's best for the greater majority of kids. We can't legislate on the basis of what's (perhaps) proper for a slim minority. Kids have plenty of their lives left after they achieve the age of majority, and we shouldn't manipulate the law to accommodate the few that might be affected. I wouldn't vote to change the age of majority.

I’ve always gone to gloryholes been fucked anon that way. Lately the idea of some random man walking into my apartment and finding me ready to take a cock has turned me on so i thought i would try my luck. I removed my profile details from grindr and sniffies and just changed my name to “anon cumdump” not expecting much but it turned into me taking 8 loads yesterday. got a few messages on both apps right away. Guy 1: Athletic build, mid 30s visiting from a smaller neighboring town to get groceries. messages me saying “i need to dump a load” I let him know that im lubed up waiting with my door unlocked and ready to take his dick. “can i breed you?” he asks. I respond with yes please. about 2 minutes later i hear my door open and close and footsteps approach the bedroom. I arch my back exposing my lubed hole. He slaps his semi on my hole a few time to get himself hard. I feel him slide in. if i had to guess he was probably around 6 inches. not too thick. he gives me about 8-9 pumps before he tells me he’s gonna cum. I feel his cock pulse in my hole. As soon as he knows he’s got all his nut in me, he pulls out and heads out the door. Guy 2: Hits me up on grindr. He’s in his 40s and has profile pic up. Not really a looker but i don’t care. “you still taking loads?” “yeah, do you want dump yours in me?” “i do” I text him my address and 5 minutes later the door opens. He’s in my bedroom and i hear him undo his belt jeans. I feel his tongue on my cummy, lubed hole. he fucks me with his tongue a bit before i feel him plunge his cock in me. probably around the same size as the last one. He only lasts about 5 pumps before he’s grunting and unloading deep inside me. Guy 3: 65 year old from sniffles. Stated he hasn’t fucked anyone in years and need to unload. I send him the address and he’s in the door within a minute (turns out he’s a neighbor) he slides a fat thick in me and holds still for a few seconds. I feel him pulsing in me. He came as soon as he was in me. he says “sorry” and leaves. I message him reassuring him that we both got what we wanted and he’s welcome in me anytime. Guy 4. Mid 40s. single dad visiting. Had some time away from the kids and messaged me to on grindr to unload. “haven’t nutted in ages, you want an 8 inch dick in you?” “Hell yes i do.” i send him the address and he’s there in 10 minutes. he walks in and pulls me by the hips closer off the bed. He starts tasting my hole and the loads other men have shot in me up to this point. His tongue is then replaced with his dick and he wasn’t lying. definitely felt all 8 inches. He fucks my sloppy hole for a little over a minute before loudly grunting and moaning while shooting his seed deep inside my sloppy hole. “fuck boy” he says as he pulls his cock out guy 5: late 30s, someone i’ve talked to on and off since i was 18. (he had no idea it was me. 😈) I ask him if he needed a warm place to cum and he says yes. “let me shower first.” i respond with “no need just stop by.” “you dirty fucker i’m on my way” he shows up about 15 minutes later. I can smell his gym musk while he’s standing behind me lining his cock up with my hole. he slides in and feels how wet i am. “how many loads are you in right now.” “4 sir” he pulls out for a second. “taste these loads on my cock.” he shoves his cock in my mouth. “clean that dick slut” He fucks my mouth about before sliding back into my hole. He fucks me for about a minute and tells me he’s gonna give me my 5th load. He pumps in me with his cock halfway in my hole. he pulls out slowly and some of his load, and the loads previous trickle out of my hole. Guy 6 messaged me with no profile info on grindr. “addres?” i give it to him and 10 minutes later he’s inside me. he’s got what feels like a big dick. thick too. He fucks me for a good 3 minutes and then silently pulses in me. Guy 7 48 year old married man messaged on sniffles saying he needed to cum really bad. “i’ve got a few loads in me if you don’t mind” “i’m married so maybe just a blow job” i wanted his load in my ass but who am i to refuse a man a place to cum. I send him my address and he’s here in about 5 minutes. I go to reposition my self so i can suck him but feel two hands on my hips before i can move. I feel his cock start to enter me. “I changed my mind im adding my load to that hole.” “thank you sir.” i reply. he pumps into me about 9-10 times and pulls my hips deep into him and lets out a loud moan. Guy 8: 40 year old bear type also living in the neighborhood. he messaged me on sniffies and i sent him my address. “damn i live a few doors down.” he’s here in seconds. He sees the loads overflowing out of my hole. He plunges a 9 inch cock into my mess of a hole. He tells me i feel so good. He cums deep inside me. Pulling out some more loads as his cock pulls out. Guy 9: last load of the day. 60 year old married daddy. “ how many loads boy?” “8 sir.” “damn you’re sloppy aren’t you?” yes sir. I send him my address and he’s here in 6 minutes. he stretches my already loose hole with a thick cock. “do you like that daddy cock in your young hole?” yes daddy.” I say in a whimpered voice. “you want daddy to give you another load boy?” “yes please daddy shoot deep in me.” “here it comes boy.” he grunts and tells me to take his load. I do so with a smile on my face. he pulls out and is on his way. as i am writing this i still feel some left over cum in my hole although with how sloppy i got most of it came out yesterday. I love being a warm place for men to cum.

I’m very open minded. I love pretty much anything sexual. But I won’t go for the extreme, at least what’s extreme to me. No kids, no scarring or branding, no puke or shit.

Went to the sauna and the cuckoos nest in Amsterdam yesterday evening Took 15 raw cocks and only two loads

here's one LOVELY point of view that Kirk espoused He also lashed out at the gay community, denouncing what he called the “LGBTQ agenda,” expressing opposition to same-sex marriage and suggesting that the Bible verse Leviticus 20:13, which endorses the execution of homosexuals, serves as “God’s perfect law when it comes to sexual matters.”....just in case you were unaware, Leviticus 20:13 states 3 “‘If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.. So in other words, Kirk was asking for you, personally, to be put to death because you are gay...never mind that there were laws against eating shellfish, or using cotton and poly blend clothes. I am not mourning his death.

And each entry has given many of us much pleasure…

Dan’s thumb hovered over the send button, his heart pounding as he stared at the text he’d just typed in answer to Jimmy's question about what he'd said during their four way with Carl. “Yeah, I’m serious,” he wrote, then hesitated. His fingers trembled as he added, “But I’m still scared.” He hit send, the words disappearing into the void of Jimmy’s inbox. The weight of his admission pressed on his chest, a mix of excitement and terror that left him breathless. The reply came almost instantly, as if Jimmy had been waiting. “Come over Sunday afternoon. Bring your PrEP. We’ll talk.” By Sunday, Dan’s nerves had twisted into a knot. He clutched his bottle of PrEP like a talisman as he rang the doorbell to Jimmy and Jason’s place. The door swung open, revealing Jimmy’s freckled face and a smirk that sent a shiver down Dan’s spine. “About time,” Jimmy said, stepping aside to let him in. “Jason’s in the kitchen. We’ve got something to propose.” Jason stood by the counter, his athletic frame casual yet commanding. He glanced up from the lockbox in his hands, his brown eyes locking onto Dan’s. Jimmy placed the lockbox on the table, its metal surface cold and unyielding. “Here’s the deal. We’re putting our meds in here. You put in your PrEP and promise not to get a refill. You get the key. If you don’t unlock it, in six weeks, our viral loads will be infectious and you’ll be barebacking with us, no protection. But if you change your mind before then, you open it, and we all start our meds again. Your choice.” Dan’s hands shook as he took the key, its weight heavier than its size suggested. “What if… what if I can’t do it?” Jason’s voice was firm but not unkind. “Then you open the box. But if you’re serious about this, you’ll find you want to stick it out. Discover which you end up choosing. That’s all we’re asking.” Dan nodded, his throat dry. “Okay. I’ll do it.” They placed their meds inside, the click of the lockbox sealing their pact. Jason clapped Dan on the shoulder, his grip tight. “Good. Now, let’s celebrate. We’re taking you to the baths. Sunday’s the perfect day—older crowd, more poz guys. You’ll fit right in.” The baths were a labyrinth of steam and shadows, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and desire. Dan clung to Jimmy and Jason as they navigated the dimly lit halls, his heart racing. The whispers of men echoed around them, the occasional moan breaking through the haze. “Relax,” Jimmy murmured, his hand brushing Dan’s lower back. “You’re safe here. And you’re gonna love it.” They led him to a private room, the door closing behind them with a soft click. Jason pressed Dan against the wall, his lips brushing his ear. “Ready to be shared?” Dan’s breath hitched as Jason’s hands roamed down his body. “Y-yes,” he managed, his voice trembling. Jimmy stepped forward, his green eyes dark with desire. “Good boy.” They took turns with him, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of his body. Jason’s cock slid into him first, slow and deliberate, his biohazard tattoo glinting in the low light. Dan gasped, his nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. “That’s it,” Jason growled, his thrusts steady and deep. “Take it all.” Jimmy watched, his cock hard and leaking as he stroked himself. “My turn next. But first…” He leaned in, kissing Dan fiercely, their tongues tangling as Jason fucked him harder. The room grew hotter, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the space. Dan’s moans were raw, his inhibitions melting away as he surrendered to the pleasure. When Jason pulled out, Jimmy slid in, his uncut cock filling Dan completely. “Fuck, you’re nice and smooth,” Jimmy groaned, his hands gripping Dan’s hips. “Perfect for what we’ve got planned.” They moved as one, their rhythms syncing as they shared Dan’s body, their cocks sliding in and out of him with abandon. Dan’s head fell back, his breath ragged as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Not yet,” Jason commanded, his fingers brushing Dan’s leaking hole. “We’re taking you out there. Let everyone see what a good slut you are.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. They led him to the main orgy area, the steam swirling around them as they found an open space. Jason pushed Dan to his knees, his cock thrusting into Dan’s mouth as Jimmy positioned himself behind, sliding back into Dan’s eager hole. The whispers of the crowd grew louder, the air electric with voyeuristic desire. Dan’s mouth worked around Jason’s cock, his moans muffled as Jimmy pounded into him from behind. Hands reached out, touching, exploring, as strangers joined in, their cocks pressing against Dan’s chest, his back, his face. “That’s it,” Jimmy panted, his voice hoarse. “Take it all. Show them what you are.” Dan’s eyes fluttered closed, his body a conduit for their pleasure. He was no longer just Dan—he was their slut, their toy, their soon to be poz whore. The presence of the key back in the locker felt like a promise, a pact sealed in sweat and cum. Jason and Jimmy yielded Dan's ass to a series of other guys. Most of them were decades older. Some in good shape, others less so. As he took their cocks, Jason or Jimmy would take turns murmuring in his ear urging him to ride that poz cock or milk that poz load. He was moved around the room, to the sling and then the fuck bench. By the end of the afternoon Dan had taken 8 loads and felt very slutty. As the afternoon faded, Dan stood in the changing room, his breath ragged, his body still buzzing from the encounter. He stared at the key in his hand, its metal surface cool against his palm. The choice he’d made felt heavier now, the consequences more real. Six weeks. He closed his fist around the key, the weight of it settling deep in his chest. The fear was still there, but so was the excitement, the thrill of the unknown. He was no longer a neg guy on PrEP—he was something more, something wilder, something free.

In the weeks that followed, Dan was no longer elusive. He hooked up with each of Jimmy and Jason from time to time. Each time he seemed closer to raising the subject of HIV again, but never quite getting there. Neither Jimmy nor Jason pushed the subject for the time being. One weekend afternoon after a three way among them, in which each of Jimmy and Jason had unloaded deep inside Dan, the air in the apartment was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung between the three men like a promise. Dan, his body still humming from the earlier encounter, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes darting between Jason and Jimmy. The weight of their gaze was both comforting and unnerving, as if they could see straight through to the core of his being. "You've been holding back, Dan," Jason said, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds he'd made earlier. "We know there's more to you than what you've shown us." Jimmy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned against the wall, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. "We want to help you explore those desires, Dan. The ones you're too afraid to voice." Dan's heart raced, his breath quickening at their words. He knew they were right; there was a part of him that craved something more, something darker and more [banned word]. But the fear of judgment, of rejection, had always held him back. "We've got a fuck friend joining us tomorrow night," Jason continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Someone who's walked a similar path. You want to join? He might show you just how liberating it can be to embrace your true desires." This somehow turned Dan on more than his qualms could restrain. "Yeah... okay," he said. Jimmy smiled and said, "come by around 9:30. This is going to be a lot of fun." "So good," Jason agreed, "real fucking good." Dan made his way home embroiled in his inner conflict. But he tried to convince himself that so long as he stayed on his PrEP, he wasn't really playing with fire. It was just vicariously living out his fantasy life. The next night he ended up showing up a little early. Jason and Jimmy were already naked and stroking each other to porn when he arrived. He slipped off his clothes and joined them on the couch, alternating sucking Jason's cut cock and Jimmy's uncut one while they waited for the fourth. The sound of the front door opening signaled the arrival of this mysterious friend. In walked Craig, a towering figure with a godlike physique that screamed power. His presence filled the room, a heady mix of raw masculinity and unapologetic desire. "Craig, this is Dan," Jason introduced, his voice laced with pride. "He's been... hesitant to fully embrace our lifestyle. We thought you might be able to show him the way." Craig's eyes, dark and intense, locked onto Dan's, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I'll do what I can, but as I can attest he's already in the best of hands with you two." As Craig spoke, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and sensual. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined, every inch a testament to his dedication to the lifestyle. He was tan all over, clearly having nude sunbathing. A biohazard tat was etched between his massive traps. Dan felt his mouth go dry, his body responding to the raw, unapologetic display of masculinity. "You see, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft but commanding, "Craig here is living proof that embracing your desires can be the most liberating thing you'll ever do. He's a poz slut, and he loves every minute of it." Dan's eyes widened at the term, his mind racing with the implications. He'd heard whispers of this world, of men who sought out the virus, who craved the raw, unprotected intimacy that came with it. But to hear it spoken so boldly, so proudly, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Come on, Dan," Jason urged, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's shoulder. "Let go of your fears. Let us show you what it means to truly live." As if in a trance, Dan allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, his body moving closer to Craig's. The air crackled with electricity as the four men stood in a circle, their desires intertwining, their boundaries blurring. Craig stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's chin, tilting his head back. "You want this, don't you, Dan? You want to feel what it's like to be truly free." Dan's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. "I... I don't know. I mean, I've thought about it, but..." "But what?" Jason interrupted, his voice sharp. "You're afraid of what others might think? Of what it might mean for your future?" Dan nodded, his eyes downcast, ashamed of his hesitation. "Fuck what others think," Jimmy said, his voice like a whip. "This is about you, about what you want. And we're here to give it to you." "Get Craig's pussy wet while I eat you out Dan," Jason commanded. Craig and Dan got on their hands and knees in a line on the sectional, Jimmy taking up position to have Craig suck his cock, while Jason leaned over and spread Dan's cheeks apart, starting to lick and nibble at his hole. Dan used one hand to pull apart Craig's ass cheeks, marveling at his wide and slightly puffy asslips. Craig already smelled like sex. As Dan started working his tongue into Craig's easily yielding hole he found within the unmistakable taste of cum. "Did Craig leave any presents up there for you Dan?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," Dan said pulling his tongue out for a moment, "there's cum up his hole." "Such a good slut," Jimmy murmured to Craig. Dan was getting intoxicated by the experience all while Jason worked him open with his fingers and tongue, working in some lube. "Time to fuck," Jason commanded, "Dan, lie on your back with your feet on my shoulders and Craig you get on top and present that hole to Jimmy." Dan did as he was told, Jason putting a throw pillow under his ass to get a better angle. Craig's big firm balls were resting on his nose and mouth, his shaft on Dan's chin. Dan was staring at the beauty of Jimmy's big uncut cock working itself into Craig's cumlubed hole as Jason started working his own cock into Dan's. He started to tongue Craig's balls from time to time. "Nice," Craig said, "you want me to suck you Dan?" Dan declined, afraid he'd cum too soon. "Such a fine poz pussy," Jimmy growled as he started long dicking Craig in earnest, "so fucking fine." The musk these men were giving off was driving Dan wild. Jason was pushing ever deeper into him, holding his head right in his second hole. "Time to switch," Jason said. As Jimmy pulled his cockhead out of Craig's hole, some of the cum of Craig's earlier trick (or tricks, Dan wondered) dripped onto Dan's forehead. Jason saw what had happened as he assumed the position behind Craig's ass, scooped up the cum and fed it into Dan's lips. Holy fuck, Dan thought to himself as Jason raised Dan's feet over his shoulders and started pushing his now cumslicked cock into Dan's hole, I'm a fucking pig and I love this. Jason and Jimmy started picking up the pace of their fucking. "Getting close man," Jason told Jimmy. "Me too," Jimmy replied. "Recharge my fucking hole," Craig grunted, his ass meeting Jason's cock thrust for thrust, clearly trying to milk out the cum, Dan staring at this sight while leaking precum out of his hard as hell cock. "Poz me," Dan whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Make me a fucking poz slut." Jimmy's eyes flashed with triumph as he thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into Dan's body. Dan cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure, as Jimmy began to move, his hips snapping with primal urgency. Jason moaned in sync with Jimmy and Dan watch the pulsation of his cock, knowing his cum was shooting into Craig. This tipped him over the edge and he started to shoot. Then Jimmy buried his cock deep and Dan felt the familiar heat and throbbing of Jimmy's eruption in his ass. "Clean us off gents," Jimmy said after they'd all caught their breath. Craig crawled forward as Jason took his cum covered cock out of Craig's ass and put it in Dan's mouth. After Jason pulled his cock out of Dan's mouth, Dan leaned his head up to clean the rest of the cum off Craig's taint. Craig meanwhile licked the cum off Dan's cock and then made out with his hole. As the four men lay panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, Dan felt a sense of peace wash over him. He'd crossed a line, embraced a part of himself he'd long denied. And as he looked into Jason and Jimmy's eyes, he saw not judgment, but pride. "You did good, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft. "You gave voice to what you wanted." Dan smiled, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I did, didn't I?" Craig, his body still entwined with Dan's, leaned in, his voice low. "We all have our demons, Dan. But when you embrace them, when you let them consume you, that's when you truly start living." As the four men disentangled, Dan felt a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. He knew that this was just the beginning, that his journey into this world was far from over. "Think about it, Dan," Jimmy said, his hand resting on Dan's shoulder. "If you want to take the next step, we'd love to help you out." Dan nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that this offer was both a gift and a challenge, a chance to fully embrace the lifestyle that Jason and Jimmy promoted. As he stood, his body still trembling, Dan's eyes met Jason's, and he saw a spark of recognition, of understanding. He knew that whatever decision he made, whatever path he chose, Jason and Jimmy would be there, guiding him, pushing him to explore the darkest, most [banned word] corners of his desires. And as he left the apartment, the weight of their offer still lingering in the air, Dan knew that his life would never be the same. The transformation had begun, and there was no turning back.

Part 2/x My brother James was kissing me back, his tongue exploring my mouth. I passed the pipe back to Peter - I wanted to play with James' cock. Exploring his body, my hand went down his stomach and felt the bas of his dick. He was hard! Got my hand round his shaft and stroked him, wanking his a few times. He moaned in my mouth as we were.kissing. After going up and down a few times, my hand went further down, over his balls towards his arse and I could feel Peter's dick inside him. He was resting, couple of inches of his own dick outside as he torched the pipe. I saw the clouds Peter blew out. I needed to get just as high. I took the pipe off Peter and went and sat on the other chair. Peter told me there was a full baggie on the side, and he wasn't kidding. There were more than enough T to keep the three of us going. And if I get my own way, we're all going to fuck each other before we finish. I got some big crystals from the bag and added them to the pipe while Peter slowly slides his dick in and out of James. Watching them, I light the torch and melt the T, building the smoke up. I take 3 or 4 big sets of clouds and blow them over towards them. I'm feeling great and want to get my dick inside one of them. I'm poz, and can either help breed my brother, or get re-charged from our cousin. I don't care which. Hopefully both. I set the torch down, and take a couple of crystals out of the bag. With a little lube on my finger, I finger Peter's hole. He's not been fucked yet, but he takes my finger in easier. Onces he's lubed a little, I add a crystal one the end and pop it up, as far as I can get it. Peter knows what I'm doing and pulls out of James. This is my first time with my fingers on James' hole and it's warm, hot even. He doesn't need any more stretching so just place a big bit of T on my finger and slide it on his hole. Rubbing it around the inside of his hole. I can hear Peter moaning about the T burning his arse already and just waiting to get the rest of the T in my own arse. Minutes later and I can feel the burn in my own arse. All three of us are on the floor. All kissing each other, hands going over each other's body. Both James and Peter have a hand on my arse, James seems to be a little hesitant putting a finger on my hole. That doesn't stop Peter. He's got 2 fingers up me. There's lots of moaning, kissing and fingering. Peter stops a moment and goes back to his bag (where his pipe is), gets something out of it. He gave me a viagra. 'You may be young, but we're gonna do a shit load of T... take it.' Who am I to say no? James is playing with his dick, moaning as he strokes up and down. The T bump has got him so high, I'm not sure he knows what's going on. I decide I want him to fuck me. So I straddle him. Raise my arse and guide his dick into me. As I'm doing this, I'm kissing his. I slide down. Moving my hand from guiding his dick in my arse to his nipples. I'm squeezing his dick with my arse as his dick gets deeper. Then drop down and he's all the way in me. James is stroking my belly and playing with my dick. We're still kissing. Im hearing him broaning, his kissing becoming more forceful. I can see Peter has something out of his bag. They're toys. One is a couple ended dildo (Peter and I have used that before). He's on the chair, watching ke and James, wanking and putting the dildo in his own arse. For now, the pipe has done its job, and left on the side. I'm sliding up and down on James's cock. James is getting louder, his hands now on my arse cheeks helping me going up and down, pulling my cheeks apart. I can hear James' breathing getting quicker, his dick getting harder. I'm squeezing his dick more, twisting his nipples and he's moaning out. 'I'm gonna cum' he says and I can feel his shooting inside me. His last proper neg load.

Current Day: I get out of the shower after my latest hook up. I hope Geoff doesn't mind me breeding his son. Hopefully it takes, like father, like son. I get dressed and heat up some leftovers for dinner. There is a bang on my off-campus apartment door. "Hold on!" Who the fuck can it be. The banging continues. "Jesus fuck I'm coming!" I open the door and see my little brother Jake crying heavily with a backpack and large duffle bag. "Mom and Dad kicked me out. Can I crash here for a little bit?" I open the door and let him in. He drops his bags on the kitchen table and plops on the couch with his head in his hands not sobbing as much. "How did you get here?" "One of my team mates dropped me off on his way out of town." "What happened?" "So the guys that Paul sent over, was a lot. Like 12 - 15 men. They all fucked me. It was amazing honestly. But apparently mom and dad got back early and saw them gangbanging me in their bed and left. They came back later after all but a couple of the bikers left. They finished fucking me in front of dad then left me on the bed naked and covered in piss and cum." "Shit. Did what did mom and dad do? Dad made me clean their room and grabbed a bunch of clothes and left for the night. The next day they came back and yelled at me, sold my car, phone, PS5, and grounded me good. It was hell. They asked if you had anything to do with it and I kept you out of it. I told them about the pool party after the swim meet, and then that one of the guys I hooked up with there, I kept seeing when you were out. I said that I loved getting fucked so much that I just started messaging random men on various apps and websites to come fuck me. Mom threw up and dad took her to Mrs. Austin's for a few days while he dealt with me. Mom picked me up from school a week later and took me to our pediatrician and told him everything." "Fuck dude, I'm sorry this all happened. You didn't have to keep my name out of it. They think I'm Stan half the time any ways." "Let me finish." I nod for him to continue, "The pediatrician asked her to leave the room and so he could do a full exam and such. Mark, our pediatrician was one of the guys that Paul sent." "Oh shit. What did he do?" "He fucked me again. I apologized about mom and asked him to be gentle with everything. He laughed and said not to worry. I could see his cock get so fucking hard. He had me strip and I was so hard and turned on. I put the robe on and he did an exam and took some blood. Then he did a deep rectal exam. I dropped to my knees and asked him if I could suck his cock quickly. He told me that all I could due is slobber over his cock and that's all the lube I was going to get. I begged him to breed me. It's been over a week since I was fucked and I was going crazy." "Shit dude, that fucking hot. I always had a crush on him. Go on." "I unzipped his pants and undid his belt and pulled his pants down, he was in a Nasty Pig jock, I pulled his cock out and he pulled his shirt off, that's when I saw it. He has a biohazard tattoo right above his cock. I asked him for his POZ load. He gave it to me, hard and raw. I flooded my pussy with his toxic cum. He pulled his own butt plug out of his ass and shoved it into mine. He had me move rooms and get dressed before mom was brought back. He told her that he took a blood panel, did a full exam and physical. Told her I passed with flying colors, but he will have to wait for the labs to come back. However, since it was so long since the day of the incident happened, there was nothing we could do but wait. Once the test came back, if all was negative, they'd have to wait for 31 days from the incident to do another blood sample and if that came back neg, I could start on Prep. She didn't say anything to me for a few days. Dad and I took their mattress to the dump and I had to pay for a new one. Doctor called and said that I was negative for anything at that point, but to keep an eye on me for any ailments and that they'd retest in a couple of weeks." Fuck, but that's still early, maybe. Why is he here? "Fast forward to two days ago, I woke up sick as a dog, chills, sweats, vomiting." Fuck yes!! Keep calm. "Mom takes me back to the pediatrician. He does some blood tests and send them off next door. I see he's rock hard, then it hits me. I may have HIV. I vomit again. He smiles and tell us to comeback this morning. He calls me back by myself and tells me I have HIV and that I'm very toxic right now. Mark, I was so hard, so fucking hard and turned on. I didn't understand why. He drops to his knees and pulls my cock out and starts sucking me off. I'm so sick, but angry and on fire and....I've never felt like that other than when you first fucked me, and the night you and Paul all fucked me. This was more intense that that was. He asked me to recharge him. He dropped his pants and bent over then exam table. I immediately fuck his ass. Hard, no lube, he was so loose and warm, and he pulled my cock out and fingered himself and scratched his hole so my DNA would take quicker. I fucked him a few more strokes and then bred him. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in cum and blood and then he sucked it all off and got dressed. He told me it was up to me who I told or if I went on meds. I asked to bring mom back so he could tell her. She started crying and said I was dead to her. How could I be worse than you. We went home and she told dad that I had AIDS, I had to correct her and show him the paperwork. That's when they kicked me out, cut me off, told me that I was dead to them. I ran to the bank and pulled all of my money of of those accounts and set up my own account before they could steal it. Then got a ride here." "Fuck Jake, I'm sorry to hear all of this. I'm not surprised that's how they reacted. Remember that's what they did to me when I came out, but they were so supportive of you when you came out." "Yeah, they're pretty fucked up, but no worse than we are. Just in a different way..." Goddamn I'm so horny. I look over him as he adjusts his hard cock. "Are you still sick, like dying sick, or able to do stuff?" "I'm kinda tired, but part of me is wide awake." "I want you to fuck me then. I want you to breed your big brother. Give me your Highly Viral Load." "Didn't you hear me? I have HIV." "So do I, now fuck me!" He launches himself at me, knocking me over. He make out while we rip each other's clothes off. "I've been thinking about breeding you with my POZ seed all day. When did you find out?" "Not terribly long ago." "Were you POZ the first time we fucked?" "You never asked." "Fucking asshole." He shoves his cock in me, thankfully I still had some cum from Geoff's son. "Why is your hole wet?" "Trevor was here before you." He starts drilling my hole. "Geoff probably pozzed him. I saw them fuck each other a few times. Who knocked you up?" "Paul." "Fuck. You should have told me." "You didn't ask." "I didn't care, I've been reading about poz shit for years. This was my biggest fantasy. Thank you big bro." "You know how to really thank me." He bred me three times that night. We fell into step over the next few days like slutty roommates. Although there were a lot of questions he had, he always wanted me to give him my seed, he stopped breeding me a few days later. He said that once he started feeling normal from the fuck flu, he wasn't as turned on by topping like he was. "How am I going to pay for school and everything?" "I can support you for a little bit, but I have an idea. Let me talk to a couple of people and I will get back to you. Don't worry. You still have your scholarship here. You can live with me, just give me a couple hundred a month for rent and utilities and I'll game plan the rest." I call Paul the next morning while Jake is setting up his classes for his freshman year. When he get's home, Paul and I are there waiting on him. We immediately both worship Paul's massive cock and fall in a pile on my bed, Paul fucking us both, Paul and I dp'ing Jake, Jake and I taking loads from Paul, Jake cumming on my face, me giving my little bro another load of POZ cum. We march out to the dining room naked, I grab a few beers for us. "Paul and I have the perfect idea. Short term big cash infusion: Conversion Gangbang/Orgy. Long term: I'll show you how to set up an Onlyfans, Patreon, and a couple of other questionable sites." "Fuck that's not what I had in mind. But I'm interested. How would the conversion Gangbang/Orgy work? Everyone here is POZ." Paul responds, "You lie. Say your both neg. We can provide the opportunity to impregnate two sexy twink brothers, you both are that. People would line around the block to do that. I can set it up on few we sites and use my contacts as well as Mark's to find you some generous sugar daddies. Secondly, we can also post up for after that party that there are two brother taking loads, no loads refused. We just ask for donations for food and supplies when they get there. I have the facility to host any type of party you wish." "Would that work?" Jake asks. "How do you think I can afford this apartment, my camera gear, my Audi, all my clothes without having a 'real' job? Paul was one of my first sugar daddies." "I'm in. What do I need to do?" "Stop fucking for a few days. Then fuck every guy at the parties, and any that mention's my name. I'll be back tomorrow with more details." He kisses both of us before he puts his jeans and shirt on. "You know, it's really hot that both of you have my strain." And he walks out.

************* 3 ************* "Yes, make me yours" I said. The dressing gown he'd been wearing was behind him on the floor and his hairy well built body had me pinned against the wall. He roughly fingered me, forcing it in and out without any restraint. When he withdrew it I felt him manoeuvring his well endowed cock against my hole. I realised he was going to fuck me without any lube but just as was about to object he rammed it all the way inside me. The pain was intense and I cried out. It had absolutely no effect on him as withdrew then rammed it deep inside me again. Again I cried out but again he ignored my cries and continued to fuck me. He was like an dominant brutal animal fucking and I was just a submissive animal letting him. As he continued to thrust his cock deeper than any man had been in me before, the soft flesh inside me began to stretch in order to accommodate his massive length and girth. After four or five minutes the intense pain I had suffered initially began to subsided and after ten minutes it began to turn to intense pleasure. As he fucked, he was grunting, working hard to reach his goal of impregnating me with his seed, of consummating our bond, of infecting me. My own cock was dripping copious amounts of precum which coated and trickled down the wall I was pressed against. He certainly had some serious stamina as after fifteen minutes he was still ramming his cock up inside me. My hole now felt well lubricated as his precum probably mixed with some of my blood coated the interior wall of my guts. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was now his, would be infected with his HIV poz sperm and my entire fate was in his hands. Suddenly he cried out and with a final hard thrust up inside me ejeculated his precious seed and consummated our union. Realising what had just happened my body reacted to the stimulation by forcing my own orgasm. My useless negative sperm splashed onto the wall and then the floor. He was still grunting and breathing hard behind me as his orgasm subsided. His cock then slipped out of my now ruined hole. He turned me around and I could see the effort he had made on his face. He was red and sweat covered his face and body. He placed a hand on my head and pushed me down onto my knees. "Clean it lad, clean your husbands cock" I greedily took him in my mouth. Even soft his cock was massive. It smelt and tasted of his sweat, cum and and my arse juice. I also saw it was tinged with red. It was huge in my mouth and I realised that my hole would be no use to any normal size man again. Two years later and we have been together every day since. I contracted the bug either on that day or relatively soon after. Difficult to say as he fucks me at least once or twice a day. I had no symptoms but, he kept testing me and breeding me until I tested poz. I am extremely happy with him. I perform all the domestic jobs in the house as well as keeping him sexually satisfied. His appetite for fucking is enormous as Is mine to be fucked by him. I never did get my car fixed. I don't need it as my entire life is lived on his property. I have no desire to go anywhere either. I'm totally satisfied to be his wife. ********** The end.***********

Dan pushed open the door to Jason’s apartment, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped inside. It had been weeks since their last encounter, weeks filled with conflicting thoughts and unspoken desires. The air was thick with anticipation as Dan’s eyes met Jason’s, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, Dan began to strip, his movements deliberate and provocative. His shirt hit the floor first, followed by his jeans, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers. Jason watched, his gaze intense, as Dan approached him, the distance between them closing with every step. “Miss me?” Dan asked, his voice laced with challenge, as he reached out to pull Jason close. Jason’s response was immediate and rough, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pressed him against the wall. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling in a dance of dominance and submission. Jason’s hands moved down, yanking Dan’s boxers off with a swift motion, exposing him fully. Dan gasped into the kiss, his breath already coming in short, ragged bursts. “Missed your ass,” Jason growled, his voice thick with desire, as he stepped back just enough to free himself from his own clothes. His cock stood proud and hard, the biohazard tattoo above it a stark reminder of the risks they both embraced. Without hesitation, Jason pushed Dan back against the wall, lining up their bodies, his erection pressing against Dan’s thigh. “Ready for this?” Jason asked, his tone commanding, as he reached for the lube on the nearby table. “Fuck me,” Dan whispered, his eyes dark with need, as he spread his legs, offering himself up. Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He slicked his fingers with lube, pressing them against Dan’s entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. Dan moaned, his head falling back against the wall as Jason prepped him, his fingers moving in and out with a steady rhythm. “You’re tight - haven't been getting fucked enough,” Jason muttered, his breath hot against Dan’s ear, as he added a second finger, stretching him further. “Just fuck me already,” Dan pleaded, his body arching into the touch, desperate for more. Jason smirked, withdrawing his fingers, and positioned himself at Dan’s entrance, his cock pressing against the wet, willing opening. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside, filling Dan completely. Dan cried out, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the invasion. “Fuck, you feel good,” Jason groaned, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the scent of sweat and lust heavy in the air. Dan’s moans were raw and unfiltered, his body moving in sync with Jason’s, their connection primal and intense. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his voice breathless, as he wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist, urging him to go deeper. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly as he pounded into him with abandon. As the pace quickened, Dan’s breath caught in his throat, his body trembling on the edge of release. “Jason… fuck…” he panted, his voice breaking as he struggled to form words. Jason’s eyes locked onto his, his expression fierce and dominant. “Cum for me, Dan,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel your hole milk my cock.” The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Dan, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his cum spilling between them, coating Jason’s stomach. Jason didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he rode out Dan’s orgasm, his own release building to a fever pitch. “Fuck, Dan… you’re so fucking hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained as he emptied himself deep inside, his cum filling Dan’s hole in a hot, wet rush. For a moment, they stood there, breathless and connected, Jason still buried inside Dan, their hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, Jason pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, leaving Dan’s hole gaping and satisfied. Dan slid to the bed, his legs shaky, as Jason leaned against the wall, catching his breath. “Do you... can I ask... how… how did you convert?” Dan asked, his voice soft, the question hanging between them like a challenge. Jason smirked, his expression both playful and dangerous. “Before I was in recovery,” he replied, his tone casual. “Probably from sharing needles. Why?” Dan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Do you… regret it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jason’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “Fuck no,” he growled. “It has let me be the fully authentic slut I am.” Dan’s breath hitched, his mind racing as Jason stepped closer, his presence commanding. “Admit it, Dan,” Jason pressed, his voice low and persuasive. “You find getting fucked raw by a poz top extra hot.” Dan’s cheeks flushed, his body betraying him as his cock twitched at the words. “Maybe,” he mumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment. Jason smirked, his fingers digging into Dan’s hips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “A gay slut doesn’t reach perfection until he’s poz,” he whispered, his tone seductive. “Your boy pussy’s very fine, but to become the ultimate cum milker it would need to be a poz boy pussy.” Dan’s eyes widened, his mind reeling at the suggestion. “This is fucking with my brain,” he stammered, his voice shaking. But Jason ignored him, his fingers sliding down to Dan’s hole, pressing inside as he smeared his cum back inside from across Dan’s skin. “Feel that?” Jason murmured, his voice dark with desire. “My seed marking you as mine.” Jason, fully hard again, pulled Dan's feet over his shoulders. Dan shuddered, his body responding despite his confusion, as Jason slammed into him once more, his thrusts hard and urgent. “Fuck, Jason…” Dan moaned, his voice breaking as he came again, untouched, his cum spilling onto the floor. Jason followed, his release explosive, his cum mixing with Dan’s as he filled him once more. Later, as Jason sat on the couch, his mind still reeling, he found himself recounting the encounter to Jimmy. “He's progressing nicely,” Jimmy remarked, a grin spreading across his face as he listened to Jason's retelling. “Or losing his mind,” Jason replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. Jimmy’s grin only widened, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe a bit of both,” he said, his tone knowing.

Jason's thumb hovered over the send button. He'd been waiting to see Dan online, the anticipation building since the last episode. With a deep breath, he typed, "Hey, Dan. Just wondering... did you enjoy fucking Jimmy?" The response was almost instantaneous, as if Dan had been eagerly awaiting Jason's message. "Hell yeah, he's hot as fuck. Can't stop thinking about him." A smirk played on Jason's lips as he typed his next message, his fingers flying across the screen. "Glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking... maybe you'd be up for something a little more... intense. You game for a threesome? Think you can handle both our cocks?" Dan's reply followed a pregnant pause. "Yes, I'm in. When?" Jason's pulse quickened at Dan's acceptance. He glanced over at Jimmy, who was lounging on the couch, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight. You free?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Dan responded, his words dripping with desire. As the plan was set in motion, Jason and Jimmy prepared for the evening ahead. They sat side by side on the couch, their thighs brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The bareback porn playing on the screen in front of them served as a backdrop to their own growing arousal. Jason's hand found Jimmy's, their fingers intertwining as they stroked each other's cocks, the rhythm slow and deliberate. The door clicked open, and Dan stood there, his eyes raking over the scene before him. He licked his lips, his gaze locking with Jason's. "Ready for me?" Jason's smirk was predatory as he rose from the couch, Jimmy mirroring his movements. "Always." They closed the distance between them, their hands roaming over Dan's body, mapping every curve and plane. Jimmy's lips brushed against Dan's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "We've been waiting for you." Dan shivered, his eyes fluttering closed as Jason's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer. "Take off your clothes, Dan. Let us see what we're working with." Obediently, Dan stripped, his body flushed with anticipation. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their unspoken agreement hanging in the air. They moved as one, their mouths and hands exploring Dan's body, leaving no inch untouched. Jimmy's tongue swirled around Dan's nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while Jason's fingers delved into the valley of Dan's ass, his touch firm and insistent. Dan moaned, his head falling back, his body arching into their touch. "You like that, don't you, Dan?" Jason murmured, his voice low and husky. "Like being touched, being wanted." Dan's response was a strangled moan, his body trembling with need. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance before turning their attention to Dan's cock, their mouths taking turns worshipping the throbbing length. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Jason and Jimmy moved in sync, their bodies a well-choreographed dance as they prepared Dan for what was to come. They took turns rimming him, their tongues delving deep, their fingers stretching him open, their touches building a crescendo of pleasure, while Dan lubed the other's cock with his spit. Jimmy was the first to push his cock into Dan's hole while Jason fed him poppers. "Such a good slut," Jason said, stroking Dan's hair as he fucked his mouth, "love watching your ass take Jimmy's fuckstick." Jimmy worked Dan open with smooth strokes, then told Jason to switch places. When they did, they made sure Dan was in position to watch the porn as he got fucked. "Yeah, taste your ass on my dick," Jimmy grunted, as Jason fucked Dan, picking up the pace. The porn playing in the background shifted, the scene changing to one of verbal poz talk. The voices of the men on screen were urgent, their words raw and desperate as they begged to be converted. Jason and Jimmy's movements became more primal, their thrusts into Dan's mouth and ass synchronized and fierce. Dan was a willing participant, his body responding to their touch, his moans filling the room. Jason and Jimmy spit roasted him, their cocks sliding in and out of his mouth and ass, their rhythm relentless. They switched positions, their movements a blur of flesh and desire, their bodies glistening with sweat. As the porn reached its climax, so did Jimmy, his body tensing as he thrust deep into Dan's ass, his cum shooting hot and heavy. The moment was intense, the air crackling with unspoken emotions. Dan lay panting, his body sated, as Jason and Jimmy caught their breath. Jason's voice was low and commanding as he instructed Dan, "clean up Jimmy' cock but leave that hole gaping so I can look at his poz cum inside you." Dan nodded, his movements sluggish as he followed Jason's instructions. Jason leaned in, his tongue delving into Dan's ass, his taste buds savoring the remnants of Jimmy's cum. He pulled back, his eyes locking with Dan's, and fed him a taste of Jimmy's poz cum, a silent, intimate exchange passing between them. Dan's eyes widened, his body stiffening, but he didn't pull away. Jason's gaze was intense, his voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you, Dan? Want to feel us inside you, marking you as ours." Dan's response was a nod, his throat working as he swallowed, his body trembling with a mix of emotions. Jason's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he thrust back into Dan, his movements slow and deliberate, his cock chasing its own climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Dan's body tensed, his cock spurting as he came, his cum coating Jason's stomach. But as the moment passed, the atmosphere shifted. Dan's body became rigid, his eyes distant, his mind elsewhere. He pulled away, his movements abrupt, his words rushed. "I should go." Jason's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Dan's face, but Dan was already dressing, his back turned. The door clicked shut, leaving Jason and Jimmy alone, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between them. Jason turned to Jimmy, his eyes uncertain, his voice laced with doubt. "Do you think... was the conversion porn too much? Too soon?" Jimmy's expression was calm, his voice assured. "It's a lot to process, Jason. But it'll marinate in his brain. Soon enough, he'll realize he wants our HIV in his guts. He'll come back, craving what we have to offer."

I have had three now. My GI Dr isn’t gay but I was very open about my sexuality and that I have only bb anal sex where I receive. He appreciated that. He also said how clean I was. I smiled and said … years of practice. Lol

Part 2: Have you ever heard the tale of the Two Wolves? We all have two wolves inside us, trying to control differently and the wolf that you feed is the wolf that wins. I sat there with my hands on the keyboard, torn. My mind vs this carnal desire. Everything I had ever wanted vs a physical, emotional desire that would take everything I had ever wanted away from me. I tried so hard to remove my hands from the keyboard, but I felt powerless to do so. I saw the warning signs, I knew that this was not just sexual, it was so much more, so much more dangerous. I must have sat there for what seemed like an hour letting my two wolves battle, with neither wolf seeming to gain an edge, but then something happened that pulled the dark wolf ahead, he messaged me. Dan: Hey, you’re online Me: (fingers on the keyboard shaking with nervous excitement) Me: Yeah, I just had a couple minutes free and wanted to say hi Dan: It’s been a long time, I wish you had more than a couple of minutes Me: yeah, I just came home early, and my wife will be here soon Dan: Well, I’m glad you did Me: me too Dan: glad you still think about me Me: I do Dan: I still think about you too, a lot Me: Dan: I think about that night in your car and how I should have taken you by the hand and led you inside my apartment Me: you think I would have followed? Dan: I think you would have been nervous, but I think you wanted me to take you inside Me: maybe so, I was incredibly scared though Dan: you really were! You were shaking when I touched you Me: lol Dan: but I think you would have relaxed once we got inside, and we were alone Me: maybe, but I was scared half to death Dan: I would have been gentle with you Me: I believe that Dan: who knows what that would have started. I think if we had made love that night, it would have changed a lot Me: how so? Dan: We would have been closer, more connected, and you would want it more than you can imagine so you would have come back Me: I can see that being true Then during the chat something happened that I didn’t expect: Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: ignores it Dan: please Me: I don’t know Dan: don’t turn your camera on, I just want you to see Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: (accepts) I have my video off, but he can hear me. I see him lying in bed, its dark the bed is a mess as he is laying there on the sheets with no shirt. Dan: Are you there? Me: (nervously) yes Dan: it is so good to hear your voice, I wanted you to hear mine and see me, all of me He points the camera down to his rock hard cock and starts slowly stroking it Dan: Do you like it? Me: (my voice cracks) yes Dan: it likes you Dan: it wants you and only you I find it almost hard to breath now Dan: Do you want it? Please PLEASE tell me you do Me: I do! Dan: Good baby, I knew that you did Dan starts stroking a little faster and moaning. My cock is rock hard and I pull it out and start to stroke it with him, trying not to cum, but being so turned on. Dan: FUCK! It feels so good to be inside you. Finally, we are together Dan: Tell me you want me raw Me: I want you! Dan: Tell me you want my bare cock inside you Me: I want you inside me Dan: come on baby, please take me bare. I need it, I need you Me: I want you to fuck me raw Dan: Fuck yes babe! I slide my huge bare cock inside you, you feel so much better than I had ever dreamed. I whisper in your ear that we are together now. Tell me you want it! Me: I want it babe! I do! Dan: I start fucking your faster and deeper, I hear you moan with pleasure as I get deeper and deeper. I tell you that we are going to be together forever now, there is no going back now, it’s just you and me baby. I know you want it. I am so close to cumming right now, and I am so caught up in the story I would do whatever he wanted, I have fully lost control! Me: I do want it babe: Dan: tell me you want me to cum inside you! Tell me you want cum flowing through your veins! Tell me that you belong to me now! Tell me that I am yours and you are mine! You’re going to leave your wife behind to be with me. Please baby! Fuck please! Me: Cum inside of me baby! Cum deep inside of me, I am yours! Dan: Fuck, I can’t hold it back anymore! I am going to cum! I push as deep as I possibly can inside of you trying to ensure my cum is injected directly into your veins. And I lean over and whisper in your ear, my poz cum is my wedding vow to you, there is no going back for either of us as my cock starts pouring a river of poz cum inside of you. Me: I want it! I see dan on camera shooting out a huge load all over his bed and I do the same, cuming all over my office chair. I sat there for a minute trying to regain my composure. That is the most intense sex Ive ever had and it wasn’t real. But now I am starting to come down from my high and reality is sinking in. What the fuck have I done! If I thought I had created a dangerous situation before, what I have I done now! Dan: Oh my gosh! You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had! And I am SO happy that you feel the same way about me! Me: Dan: Babe, I promise you that I am going to treat you so good. I am going to make you happy, trust me. Me: Dan: We need to make this happen soon! I know you’re ready too! Me: Dan: you still cleaning up after that great fuck? Lol Me: Me: Gotta run, wife just walked inside!!! Sorry Dan: What? Tell her about us, its time! We are together now! Dan: She needs to know about us so we can start with our life. I logged off without responding to the last two messages. I sat there thinking to myself, what have I done. I have no control over myself and I’m going to throw my life away. I just told him I wanted to divorce my wife and marry him. I cannot be trusted. The next day I thought to myself, ever since 9th grade, I have worked towards 1 goal, become a lawyer, have a successful practice, have the hot trophy wife that everyone wants, have a membership at the country club, take vacations to Aspen, the Bahamas, nice places. And I have all of that right now, but I am trying my best to throw all of it away. And don’t be mistaken, it will ALL be taken from you. If your wife finds out, you will get a divorce and her father will drag you through court so long that you won’t be able to take on other cases, not that any other cases will come to you. Your father-in-law will be sure to spread it to the far corners of the earth that you cheated on your wife with a homeless HIV drug addict, whatever he can say to ruin my reputation and he is well enough connected to do so. If you cannot control your desires to have a guy fuck you, you can easily find another guy. A guy who isn’t infected with every std possible, a guy who isn’t trying to own you and keep you locked in a cage. There must be some guy out there like me, that wants something secret. If the urges ever get that bad, that is what I will do, Dan is no longer an option. For almost a year and half, I hardly thought of dan. I forced myself to believe that it wasn’t an option, and if the urge ever occurred, I just told myself, well you need to try something different, dan isn’t an option anymore. Most of the time, I would just go and jerk off and occasionally I would watch a little porn and then JO, but that seemed to work, it satisfied the craving. Over the next year and half, my business grew, I had 2 other attorneys working for me and not to mention a very sexy assistant. And my relationship with my wife got better, I honestly believe this happened when I hired my assistant. She got a little jealous and more interested in me. Things were going good. Right around the year and half mark, I got a pretty big case, back in my college town, back where dan was, and I had to go back there for the first time since I graduated, over 12 years ago. Our first in court appointment on the case was on Thursday morning at 9am. Now, I live two and half hours from there, so leaving at 6:30am isn’t that difficult, but I thought it would be best to drive up the day before and get a hotel room, just so I’m prepared you know. My wife actually offered to come and stay with me, but I told her that I wanted to go over the case material in the hotel room, so she decided to stay back. The nostalgia of being back in your college town, what can i say, it felt great. Something inside you makes you feel young again, young wild and free! But none of that was true, it just felt that way. First thing I did was I went to the gym, then I came back to the hotel and ate dinner at the hotel bar. I sat there for almost 2 hours having drinks, flirting with the bar tender. She was younger, in college, tattooed up and just looked sexy as hell. I have to admit, I was very tempted to invite her up, this is probably the first sign that I’m letting college nostalgia effect my head. But, you can never tell with bar tenders, is she flirting with me because she wants a tip or something more, and there was no way I was going to stay down there another 3 hours until they closed. So I left her a $100 tip, (yes, I was definitely trying to show off) and told her it was fun talking with her and left. I got up to the room and took a shower and then with just a towel wrapped around me sat on the bed and turned on the tv and grabbed my notes, time to go over the case material. But, I was buzzing pretty hard from the drinks and found it hard to concentrate. So I thought I would jerk off really quick and the first thing that popped in my mind wasn’t the sexy bar tender, it was Dan. I told myself that Dan wasn’t an option, but I’m not going to talk to him, I’m just going to Jerk off thinking about him, the guard then came down. That is where it all changed course. It put dan back on the table, it no longer was “Not an option”. I allowed myself to think about him, about our last conversation, and right now my mind wasn’t focused on the part about me losing everything I had ever worked for, it was focused in on the part with his extremely long cock. I was already getting hard, but there was something inside me that wanted more, like just going to jerk off was drinking a diet soda, I didn’t want diet soda, it wasn't going to satisfy this craving, I wanted more. I almost immediately had my laptop open on the site ready to log in and then there was this subtle howl, the other wolf was trying so hard to change my mind but I didn’t even take the time to think it over. I pressed the “login” button. Immediately I see that I had almost 35 messages from Dan since the last time we spoke, this did bring me back down a notch and alarms started going off Dan: Last night was so fun! Love you (a few days later) Dan: I can’t wait to see you baby! Love you so much! (the next day) Dan: Just thinking about last night, I am so happy that we feel the same. Love you (a week later) Dan: Hurry back on here, I miss you! (another week later) Dan: ok, this is starting to make me mad. I need to talk to you (The next day) Dan: Look, you and I both know how you really feel. You want this more than I do, quit being an ass. (a few weeks later) Dan: I guess you decided to stay with your whore wife. Who cares about me huh? What about you? You know that you want me, you crave me, I am the only one who can make you happy! (the next day) Dan: ok, I guess I will have to call your wife and tell her about us. I guess you’re not big enough of a man to do it, so you need me to come do it for you. (a month later) Dan: You should see the guy I fucked last night, he reminded me so much of you in college. He took a huge load! (a month later) Dan: What are you going to do when I come to your office and just walk into your office and bend you over your desk and fuck you raw as everyone hears you begging me to cum inside you! (several months later) Dan: omg! I can’t believe I sent that message; I was so drunk and was out with this really hot college guy that I’m dating now and I didn’t even remember sending that. Sorry, hope you’re ok. (6 months later) Dan: Hey! Just wanted to say hi, haven’t talked to my husband (lol) in a while so thought I would say hi. Hi hubby. Lol remember that night haha (1 month later) Dan: sends video message of him jerking off and as he is cumming he says “Oh fuck, I can’t wait until I get to cum inside you again babe” (the next day) Dan: sorry I meant to send that to someone else. Hope you’re ok (a few months later) Dan: Funny story, I was talking about you last night with my boyfriend and he totally wants to meet you! (a few days before now) Dan: Hey just think about you, wanted to catch up and say hi and see how things are going. I read them all several times, thinking it all over carefully. This guy is not stable, he is dangerous. He would do anything possible to infect you, rape, stealth you, anything. He sincerely believes that by doing this, we will essentially be married because where else can I go? I can’t go back to my wife, and who would start dating me when I have HIV+, Hepatis, and Herpes, whatever std he has. I would have nowhere to go, so I guess I would just marry him, and he would move in with me and I would buy him a car and we would take vacations all over and he wouldn’t have to do anything. So, he will do anything possible to get his toxic load inside you. That brought me down, but I still wanted to Jerk off thinking about him, so I pulled up that video he sent me and watched him stroking his long cock and shooting his load and hearing him say he was cumming inside me. I watched it over and over with my hand on my cock, but I couldn’t bring myself to jerk off, I didn’t want to cum. I wanted more! Me: Hey man, things are good, how are you? I see you have a boyfriend now, I am happy for you. Within 5 minutes: Dan: Just working, great to hear from you. Me. Work, work work, lol all work no play Dan: lol, you never let me play! Me: you have a boyfriend to play with (not believing he has a boyfriend) Dan: he doesn’t have to know Me: Dan, you don’t want to cheat Dan: You don’t tell him, I won’t tell your wife, I little secret Me: lol, secrets can be dangerous Dan: I like that Me: I know you do! Dan: so do you! Me: I do? Dan: What are you doing online? Me: Sitting in a hotel supposed to be working but doing something else Dan: I wish I was something else 😉 Me: lol, I didn’t say letting something else do me Dan: You should say that Me: really? Dan: Yes Me: Your boyfriend is going to be mad at you Dan: He knows about you, about us Me: what does he know Dan: he knows everything Dan: why are you in a hotel working? Wife kick you out? Me: lol, no. I’m here in town for work. Dan: You’re in town right now? Me: for tonight, I have a court early tomorrow Dan: Where are you staying? Me: The Montgomery Dan: Of course, the nicest hotel around Me: Lol, business expense Dan: what are you going to do when I come over Me: how are you going to get here? Dan: call a cab Me: you don’t know what room number I’m in though Dan: are you really there Me: (sends picture out of window) Dan: You can’t tease me, let me come over! Me: I can’t I have to study, you have a boyfriend, I have a wife Dan: We broke up last week Me: oh, I’m sorry (still not believing he ever had a boyfriend) Dan: Please! We don’t have to have sex, I just want to hang out Me: Really? You think you could come over, be alone in a bedroom and just talk? Dan: Yeah, I mean hopefully you will give me a hug and maybe a kiss, but we don’t have to have sex unless you want to. Me: I really need to study for this case Dan: I’m taking $20 out of the register now to get a cab, that’s enough to get me there, someone else will have to bring me back 😉 Me: you cant steal from your work you will lose your job Dan: I will pay them back somehow, you can loan me $20, right? Me: and now you’re talking about staying the night, you just said we wouldn’t have sex Dan: Just called the cab Me: you still don’t know my room number Dan: That means I have 10 minutes to get it from you before I get there. Me: Dan, hold on a minute! Dan: Already called the cab Me: Really hold on, lets think about this Dan: too late, what is your room number Me: Dan: I guess I could ask the front desk Me: Dan, come on. Lets talk this through Dan: we have been talking for years! If you don’t want to have sex, we won’t. Me: Dan: Getting in the cab Me: 5 minutes later Dan: (sends photo of the hotel) Me: what the hell! Dan: Should I ask the bar tender or the front desk for your room number? Me: hold on one second Dan: They’re really going to be “why is he going up to his room” Me: Dan, seriously hold on one second. Dan: Front desk it is Me: Ok! Dan: Ok what? Me: NO sex, right? Dan: up to you! Me: 412 I am pacing through the room, not knowing what to do before I realize I am still just wearing a towel. There is a knock at the door, “hold on one second”. I turn off the lights except the tv and the lights coming in the window and grab some shorts tee shirt and throw them on really quick and go to the door. I slowly open the door and see dan, much older and skinnier than I remember, but it has been over 10 years, and he isn’t the healthiest person I know, so he hasn’t exactly aged well. He walks in and the door shuts, he hugs me and kisses me, and I pull back a little. Dan: I’ve missed you so much! Me: I missed you too, but I cant…. Dan: I know, but you would have just talked all night Me: did you really steal from your work Dan: yeah, I had to, what else could I do. I had to see you Me: Dan: give me a hug! Dan steps in gives me a hug, as his arms wrap around me, he pulls himself in close and lingers, as he slightly pulls back and say’s I’ve missed you so much and leans in and kisses me. He sits down on the bed and taps beside him, come sit down! I hesitate and he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he pulls me to where I am standing directly in front of him, he then puts his hands behind me, on my butt and pulls me in and hugs me, with his face right next to my dick. He slowly turns his face to where his face is directly on my cock with nothing but a thin pair of shorts between us as he takes in a deep breath. He then lays back on the bed holding onto my hands pulling me on top of him, he puts both of his hands behind my knees pulling my legs to his side, so I am straddling him. Dan: this feels so good Me: I thought we were just going to be friends tonight Dan pulls himself up close to me and puts his right arm around me and twists to the left rolling over on top of me between my legs. Dan: you said we could hug and kiss As he leans over and starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat, for a second I kiss him back but then reality awakens me as I push him back. He pulls back and smiles. He then leans down and kisses me more forceful this time, again I kiss him for a second, but then stop, but he doesn’t. He starts kissing my neck and with his right hand he moves it below my left knee, pulling my knee up as he starts grinding on me. I feel his cock getting harder and pushing through his pants and pressing up against me. Completely out of my control, my cock starts getting hard, but I still try and stop him. Me: hold on dan Me: Dan! Hold on a second Dan just moans and keeps kissing me and grinding more forcibly. Me: Dan STOP! Dan gets up and with both hands pulls my shorts off, I try to stop but it happens so fast I didn’t even see it coming, he unbuttons his pants right in front of me as I am laying there on the bed. Me: Dan we need to stop now Dan: it’s ok, I promise, I will keep my underwear on, I just want to blow you like I did before. Me: Please, we need to stop Dan pulls his pants down and is standing there in his dirty white underwear, he drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. I gasp for air, it feels so good, I am convincing myself that I will let him blow me and that’s all. It feels so good, my hips start to move. That movement you feel when you know the other person really wants it, I couldn’t control it. Then I feel his finger pushing inside of me, he must have had lube in his pocket, but he is pouring lube inside of me pushing more and more into me with his fingers, he goes from one finger to two to 3. I actually start to moan, then I feel him mouth leave my cock and go to my stomach, my chest my neck, my mouth and I kiss him back. Then I feel him pushing his bare cock towards me, I turn my head and say “NO!” Me: we can’t do that, ok? Dan: its ok baby, its ok As he keeps pushing it towards my lubed-up hole but I am blocking him. Then dan puts his hands around both of my wrists and holds them down as he continues to try and push his cock in me. Me: Dan, stop! We can’t to this. Not like this, we have to use a condom stop! Dan: its ok babe, I know you want this Dan removes his right hand from my wrist and puts it behind my knee pulling my knee up towards me giving him better access, with my free hand I try to stop him so he takes his left hand and puts it on my throat, with one hand holding my knee up and the other directly on my throat, leaving all of his wait pushing down on my throat, it’s hard to speak or even breath. Then I feel it, his bare cock is pushing in me, with one more push, his hard bare cock is about 1/3 of the way in me. He then removes his hands from my leg and throat and collapses on me and starts to kiss me. Dan: You feel so fucking good! I knew you wanted this As he starts taking slow strokes getting deeper and deeper. as he continues to speak under his breath with every stroke Dan: It's ok babe Dan: You know you want it, i know you really want this His breathing is getting heavier and heavier Dan: You know you fucking want this I am lying there in shock at what is happening, but at the same time this is the first time I have ever had anything inside of me, ever! So, I am also feeling this feeling. Dan keeps going harder and harder and getting deeper and deeper until he finally gets his entire bare cock buried inside of me, he then looks me right in the eye and kisses me and says Dan: you feel so good! I am already about to cum Me: dan, don’t cum inside of me please. I’m not ready Dan: It’s ok baby! I love you, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you. This is the only way As he starts fucking me again, I try to push him back, but he just grabs my wrists again holding me down and fucks me even harder until he takes one last thrust that makes me grunt, and then I feel his cock exploding inside of me. Dan: fuck! i'm cumming baby, i'm cumming I just lay there feeling his huge cock pumping over and over again pouring his poz load inside of me. He collapses on top me and I hear him say “I love you baby” as he rolls off to the side and lays there trying to catch his breath. I am just lying there, and what is kind of funny is that I’m not thinking about his poz load inside of me. I just keep thinking “was I just raped”. I honestly don’t know. I feel like I was saying no, and tried to stop him, but at the same time he was saying stuff like “I love you and I miss you”. And, I was rock hard and my clock exploded too. Do you cum if you’re actually getting raped? I honestly didn't know if this was actual rape. I laid there thinking that for about 20 minutes before it dawns on me that his toxic load is still inside of me. I get out bed without waking him up and go sit on the toilet for 30 minutes hoping it will just all come out of me. This is when I realize what has just happened. There is no going back now, everything he wanted he may have just got, everything I have ever wanted I may have just lost. I went and laid back down, trying to sleep, but that wasn’t possible. A couple hours later he woke up and went to the bathroom, I tried to pretend like I was sleeping, but I hear him walk out of the bathroom and comes lays back in bed beside me. He lays right next to me, and I continue to pretend to be sleeping, as he starts kissing my neck and then he starts rubbing my cock again. I just lay there as he continues on, but soon my cock starts to get hard, and I hear him say “there you are” I kind of moan from pleasure and move my hips as he starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat. It feels so good, I kiss him back and he climbs on top of me, between my legs, I feel his cock getting hard and rubbing against me and he is grinding his rock hard cock up against me. Dan: I fucking want you Me: Mhmmm Dan: do you want me Me: (I open my eyes, no longer pretending to be asleep and look him in the eyes. Here I am in my thirties, in my prime, with a $100k car in the parking lot, and here he is, old, sickly, doesn’t even have $20 dollars to his name, and he wants to own me, he wants me to give him everything I have and how do I respond, I bite my lower lip, looking him in the eyes and shake my head yes, yes I want you. You can have me, you can have everything!) Dan: (smiles) tell me Me: I want you Dan: No, I need to hear it all. Do you want me to fuck you raw, do you want us to be one Me: yes, I want you to fuck me raw Dan: you want me to cum inside of you, my toxic poz load inside of you Dan: you can’t go back to your old life now, you will be mine. Is that what you want? Me: yes, I want you so badly Dan: (Grins so big) Dan: If you want us to be married, grab my bare cock and slide it in you I do as i'm told, looking him in the eyes the entire time, I reach down between his legs and grab his bare cock and aim it towards my hole. As I am doing this dan looks me in the eyes and says: Dan: be careful here, if you do this, I am going to poz you. You can’t go back to your wife, if you try to run, I will find you and ruin you. If you put my cock inside you, we are together forever and if you even think about leaving me, I will ruin you! Im laying there with his huge bare cock in my hand aiming it directly towards my hole and I hear him say all this and I realize that he isn’t going to force himself on me this time, its my decision and it's totally up to me. If I do it, I have to leave my wife and essentially be married to him, or he is going to ruin me. He is giving me an out. He is letting me stop and say goodbye to him. He always thought if he got the chance to fuck me, that I would be the one to give it all up for him, and now he is giving me the option to stop it and let him go or to choose a life with him. It is all running through my mind, what do I do? I know what i have to do, i look him right in the eye: Me: I do! Me: Your load has the power to make us one. I don't want you to use a condom, I don't want you to pull out. If you infect me now, I will be yours forever. Dan smiled really big - everything he had wanted for 12 years was about to be his Dan: This is our wedding, you're mine now He then stuck his finger in my ass and started fingering me without lube and doing it very rough, I could feel his fingernails scratching my inside. I clenched up and grunted from the pain, but he didn’t stop, he just went harder and harder. When he finally finished, he pulled out his finger which was covered in blood. Dan: there is no chance you won’t get infected now, you ready? I reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it towards my hole. I was his.

I hated my job. We've all been there; that job you loved the look of, the honeymoon phase lasts about a year, and then suddenly it isn't the same. People come and go, management changes, your responsibilities go through the roof. Before you know it, the job you thought you'd be at 'til you retired is suddenly the job you can't get out of fast enough. Yep, I was there. And so, after just four years, I was on the hunt. I needed a job that didn't make me a bitch. And oh was I a bitch thanks to this one. My now-ex had had enough and broken up with me about six months prior. It was probably for the best, since we didn't exactly mesh. The lust factor was there of course, but emotionally we didn't have that spark. I'll spare you the details of the search, but eventually I found a new position; it was a remote job, one where I could work from home, have no commute, flexibility in my hours, and--most importantly--no dress code. And the best part? It was nearly $30K more a year. Sold! I spent the first several months getting up to speed with my new teammates. As a project manager, it's important not just to get to know the projects you'll be overseeing and guiding, but the people you'll be working with as well. More than half of working a successful project across the finish line is managing people: their expectations, their needs, their wants, understanding their approaches so you can balance all the aspects of the work that needs to get done. While I was enjoying my new job (again, remember it's hard to hate a job you were excited to get, at least for that first year) I spent my weekends and the occasional evening trying to get out of the condo. The downside to working from home and being constantly tied to your desk with a headset is you get zero exercise. And while I have always prided myself on keeping in-shape, riding a desk can be just asking to fall off the wagon. So I started making it a point to get outside as much as possible: for a run, a bike ride, a hike in the woods nearby. I made sure I wasn't going to get soft. So before I go any further, a little about myself: my name is Reid, I'm 27 years old, stand exactly 6', and weight in around 175 pounds. I dont sport the most defined abs, but I'm well toned and have a pretty slender build; short, cropped, dark blonde hair that almost looks brown, and blue-green eyes, with usually a day or two's worth of scruff. Quite a catch I think, and from the times I'd been out at the gym and bars pre-COVID and the glances that would come my way, pretty decent-looking I'd say. Of course I'm also slightly on the introverted side, so a tad quieter compared to my energetic and somewhat boisterous gang of friends. (More about them later.) It was a warm, sunny Thursday evening where my story begins. I headed out the door for a run, but soon decided I wasn't feeling it and headed at a slow jog for the nearby woods. My complex sits right along one of those rural rail trails, and at points along the main path you'll find trails that head up the hills that the old railroad used to cut through. I've explored a number of them, but they're often what you'd expect--an interconnected web of dirt paths that eventually tie into each other. A half-mile of trail that's new before you circle back to a path you've explored previously. Not that I mind of course, part of what I love about the trails is the workout from the steep climb some of them take. And most go deep into underbrush that secludes them, especially in the summer when the foliage is fully grown in. So this particular evening I picked a trailhead I'd checked out before, but one that had a branch-off I hadn't yet explored. It took me about ten minutes to reach the fork, and off I headed to the right to see where this direction would lead. This trail turned out to be a much more winding and occasionally steep trail than most of the ones I had climbed, and after a while I had to pause to take a quick rest. I'd had my earbuds in, listening to some music as I worked my way up, so I took them out and took a moment to inhale deeply and look around and listen. I love the smell of the woods, still slightly musty after a recent rain (like we'd had last night), and the energetic chirping of the birds that you couldn't see but knew were all around you. There was a fallen tree to the side of the small, open area I had stopped in, so I went over and had a seat, figuring I'd be back up and climbing higher within a few minutes. "Hey there!" Holy shit, I literally jumped half off the fallen log at my surprise at hearing the voice. "Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare the shit out of ya. You must have been in you're own little world there." I turned to face the source of that voice, and found myself looking at a beast of a man, standing probably a good three inches taller than me, heavily muscled (like a beefy linebacker), and sporting a deep red--almost maroon--tank top. The salt-and-pepper chest hair that spread out from underneath it matched the flattop haircut and trim goatee he sported. I'd guess he was probably in his 50s, and he clearly spent more time than most at the gym keeping his body. Pausing a moment to compose myself, I eventually forced out the words to get the conversation started, in something of a stutter. "Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was around here. I thought I'd check out a new trail this evening, and it's quite the climb." "Sure is," he responded. "It's one of my favorites, but I've noticed most people who try it tend not to come back this way again. They prefer the trails that don't test them quite as much." "I can probably understand why," I agreed. Even in my pretty good shape I had need to stop for a momentary break, I could only imagine how this trail must chew up and spit out those who weren't prepared for it. "So what do you think? Has it kicked your ass too?" my fellow hiker inquired. "No, not really. It was definitely more than what I expected, but I like a trail that will push me now and then when I need it. I don't always like an easy hike," I replied. "Well, I was on my way back down, but if you'd like, I can head back up with you if you want someone to show you further up?" he offered. It would have been rude for me to refuse, and he wasn't the worst looking guy I've seen. Perhaps a tad older than what usually peaked my interest, but there was something about him that both put me at ease and intrigued me. I chalked it up to finding someone who seemed easy to talk to and enjoyed an activity that I did as well, and decided to take him up on his gesture. "Sure, probably wouldn't hurt to have someone who knows the path, especially if it gets to be any tougher a climb!" "Great! I'm Gerry by the way, though most people just call me 'G' for short," he said, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Reid, nice to meet you," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. As our hands clasped in that typical form of greeting, I felt a strange sensation wash over me as my hand made contact with his. It was warm, slightly sweaty as you would expect, but I felt my pulse oddly quicken in excitement. Again, I chalked it up to the thrill of the trail ahead. Having introduced ourselves, we started up the next leg of beaten down dirth path. It was, as I suspected, just as exerting a climb as the first portion had been, but at least I had someone along to pace myself against, keeping me from slowing down or going easy. We seemed to attack the climb, moving deliberately and steadily. Occasionally Gerry, I mean G, would alert me to a trip hazard or potential loose footing danger from his position ahead. He clearly knew this trail, and I marveled at how he seemed so at ease on it. Clearly he wasn't kidding about most folks not wanting to hike this deep woods, high mountain path simply give the energy it took. We went for probably 25 minutes before we came to another small opening. The trail ahead seemed to level from this point for a bit as it disappeared into the trees. We took the opportunity to pause and strike up a conversation again. "So are you new around here?" G asked me. "I've been here about a year now. Moved here with the boyfriend, but we broke up about six months ago, so I've only been out exploring the trails for the last couple months," I explained, not even thinking that I had casually informed him of my sexuality. "Boyfriend eh? Sorry to hear you two broke up, but you seem like a decent guy. Guess he was the problem half," he said, locking eyes with me. "My partner passed away last year, so I know what it means to find yourself out and about solo. He loved the trails around here. Hell, he loved the trails anywhere he could find them." The conversation was so natural. I didn't even find myself surprised at this beefy, muscled man coming out to me either, as if both of us having male-on-male desires was completely normal. As it is. "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was it unexpected, or was it... Covid?" "Not unexpected," he replied. "He'd been dealing with some health issues, and in the end they were too much. He had a good life, we enjoyed our time together. There are days I miss him, but I'm fortunate to have known him for almost 20 years, so I hold onto the good memories and try to be happy when I remember." I could tell there was still a part of him that missed his former partner, as by the end of his words his gaze had moved off into the distance. I felt a bit of sadness for him. "But enough about the mushy stuff, what about you? Any new prospects since your breakup?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nah, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. I'm enjoying having time for myself, doing what I want, when I want, wherever I want." "And doing... whomever you want?" he smirked at me. I blushed. I hadn't had sex since the ex and I broke up. Some days I just didn't care, and others my hand had usually sufficed. But every now and then... "Nah, no sex in a long time." "Shame. Paul and I had sex all the time, more than a few times on the trail right here!" he laughed. "Since it's always been a pretty quiet trail, never had to really worry about anyone stumbling across us." It was as if he read my mind, poised to ask him just that question about being discovered by passers-by. A quick glance confirmed that this was indeed a secluded spot, and the time and effort it had taken to arrive here would have deterred all but the most ardent climbers, and that was assuming they even noticed this particular branch of the trails to begin with. I found myself imagining where in the clearing would have been "the spot" to do it, before his voice drew me back. "Ever had outdoor sex?" He had an almost mischievous grin on his face, as if he was daring me to say "yes." But I couldn't, because in the time we'd been together Shawn and I had never done anything remotely risque; quite the opposite in fact, our sex had been pretty vanilla. And I must have turned red at the question, because before I could muster up the courage to say I hadn't, he jumped right back in. "Ever WANTED to have outdoor sex?" Honestly? I had never really thought about it. And I answered him truthfully. "I've never really given it any thought. I mean, it sounds hot, I guess I've just always played it safe when it came to the who's and the wheres," I replied. And that's when I--laughingly and jokingly, or so I thought at the time--asked that fateful question that would, unbeknownst to me in the moment, change the course of my life forever. "Why? You offering?" "Hell yeah, I would!" He had caught me off-guard with his reply. And yet again, I made what would be--in hindsight--a pivotal choice. I got up, stood in front of him, and with as much courage as I could muster, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "prove it!"

Sometimes I find myself in a situation that I know can’t be good, but the allure of being seduced into a den of iniquity is too intoxicating to deny. This is such an occasion. I was trolling on BBRT when I was approached by a guy looking to top. I checked out his profile and it was rather sparse. Hispanic, 38, 165, 5’11, nice cock. That’s it. No pics, no preferences. Nothing. Initially, I ignored him, but a few minutes later he messaged, “It’s Saturday night, I got a six-pack and hard cock. You should come over.” I responded, “Your profile leaves a lot to the imagination. Do you have a pic?” Him, “Imagine my fat Mexican cock making you whimper like a little girl, bitch. I will make that gringo ass happy, niño.” And…I was hooked. I know, It didn’t take much, but Louis, his name, sounded horny and dirty so I cleaned up and headed in his direction. I packed a jock, poppers and a beer. Soon, I found myself in a part of town I’d never been before. Following the GPS, I wandered deeper and deeper into a neighborhood that started looking shadier and shadier the further I got. When I arrived at the address Louis gave me, it looked like no one had lived there in years. These houses looked abandoned. The three story home was absent of any paint on the clapboard siding and had been weathered gray ages ago. The partial shutters seemed to barely hang on its hinges by a thread. The garden, and I use the term loosely, was overgrown and there were no cars in front of the house. This had to be the wrong place, I thought. I texted Louis and he said, “Yeah, this is it, come on in. I’m on the second floor.” I started hiding everything in my car so that nothing would tempt a would-be crackhead to bust through my windows or cut through my convertible top. For safety reasons, I took my cell with me in case I needed to call the police when I returned. I walked up the steps to “Boo Radley’s” front porch and opened a squeaky screen door, turned the knob on the front door and went in. The first floor was empty and like the wood on the outside of the house, the inside looked as tattered and weather-worn as the outside. Everything seemed lifeless and gray. There weren’t any lights on inside the house, but the streetlamp light coming through the windows illuminated the lower floor. To the right was the staircase. I’m sure it was beautiful in its day, but now it looked unsafe. I told myself this was not smart and my gut instinct was to turn and leave, but I found myself climbing the stairs. What am I doing? Am I out of my fucking mind? As I reached the top of the stairs, there were make-shift wall dividers that seemed to create private entrances to the rooms. It looked like a maze at first but upon closer inspection it simply prevented anyone on the stairs from seeing the door to each room or “apartment”. A door was cracked and a red hue was coming from just beyond. As I got closer, a man opened the door slightly and invited me in. There stood Louis. He said he was 38, but could have easily passed for 28. He had jet black hair which was neatly braided and cascaded down his back. He wore several earrings, gold and silver necklaces, rings on most fingers and bracelets on both wrists. He was in great shape and wore tattered “Joplin” style jeans, a silky billowy shirt unbuttoned and bare feet. This guy looked like a gypsy. The only light in the room was a floor lamp in the corner covered with a scarf thrown over the top to give a muted red glow throughout the room adding to the mystique. A double bed with voluminous aged draping extending from the ceiling to the floor and a tattered sofa also covered in scarves and various fabrics was on the opposite wall. Music was coming from somewhere. Louis had a sexy, hot yet rough edge to him. On one hand he was fairly good looking but not in a pretty way. On the other hand he was covered in tattoos. No, I mean literally his other hand, arm and shoulder was covered in a huge continuous tattoo that extended through to his chest. In all honesty, he was a bit of a skank, but he had my cock stirring for some reason. It was like I was knowingly taking a dangerous trip. And even though every instinct in my body told me to leave, I wanted him to take me to the wild side. He did have a fun loving essence about him and what seemed to appear a free spirit. He had an infectious smile. The kind that made you feel good. He walked over to me and said in a heavy sexy breath, “Hola, chico,” and kissed me deeply pushing his tongue far into my back of my throat. He tweaked both my tits through my shirt and said in his heavy accent, “We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, mi blanquito. Are you ready?” I immediately acquiesced and nodded that I was. Louis produced two beers and took his shirt off revealing a smooth chest with two dark nipples that were made for sucking and a torso that was tight and cut with a sexy navel just above his low cut jeans. He stepped back and started doing a sexy dance like a professional stripper would. He was good at it leading me to believe that maybe this was his profession at one time. He unbuttoned his jeans while grinding to the music teasing me as his tightly trimmed bush began to peek out from the zipper. I started undressing myself leaving only my shorts on; never taking my eyes off this swarthy Mexican gypsy. He grabbed me and we fell onto the bed making out and rubbing up against each other. He slid his hand in the back of my shorts and cupped my ass. His hand roamed all over my ass and eventually found my buttonhole and emitted in a husky throaty voice a slight growl. He patted my hole a few times and dipped his fingertip into the entrance and pulled it back out again; teasing me. Louis took my hand and brought it to his crotch and rubbed it into his mound. I took control and grabbed onto his junk and massaged him. It felt full and warm and emitted an intoxicating scent. I got off the bed and knelt between his legs and grabbed the waist band of his jeans. He lifted his hips and together, we pulled his pants down around his ankles freeing his cock and balls. His cock was nothing short of beautiful. It was long, slender, uncut and dark. His balls were naturally smooth and framed his cock making it look even longer. I dove down and took his soft cock into my mouth. The smell and taste made me feel drunk; maybe it was the beer. It grew in my mouth rapidly and soon grew stiff and erect. His cock was really long but not too fat. I knew I would be able to deep throat him without much of a struggle. I dove down and soon I had him in the back of my throat with my lips resting on his balls and pubic bone. I released his cock and admired how the foreskin crowned his cock in the middle of the gland. It glistened with my saliva. I swiped my tongue across his balls a few times before sucking them both into my mouth. Louis was stroking my hair with one hand and the other hand traveled back to my ass. I continued to eat his balls as he inserted one then two fingers into my ass. He pulled them out, spit on his fingers and reinserted them much easier than before. “Yes, baby, I’m going to take good care of this ass tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I love playing with a hot ass like yours.” He pushed his three fingers all the way in and said, “You like that? You want me to dedicate tonight to your gringo pussy?” Oh god, I thought, yes, yes I did want him to dedicate tonight to my gringo pussy. I moaned and somehow the sound escaped from around his balls which were still stuffed in my mouth. I set his balls free and immediately took his cock in my mouth, peeled his foreskin back with my tongue and took his cock to the root. “Ahh fuck, dude, yeah,” He groaned. He pulled his fingers from my ass and sat up and took the back of my head and held me in place. I took a deep breath through my nose inhaling his pubic scent and took my teeth and lightly placed them completely around his cock then carefully bit down letting him know he was definitely being deep throated. I heard groaning and unintelligible Spanish words coming from Louis under his breath. He started to fuck my throat. Just little fuck movements at first. Then the strokes became a little longer. As tension increased he interlaced his fingers through my hair and begun a full out assault on my throat pulling my head back and slamming me back down on his cock again. I quickly found a rhythm by breathing on the up stroke and opening my throat on the down stroke allowing him to bottom out each time and at whatever force he chose. I let him know immediately that I knew what I was doing and could take what he had to give me. He had the rare perfect cock for deep throating. He kept this up for a while when suddenly tightened his grip on my hair and yanked my head from his crotch abruptly and huffed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m too close, don’t touch it. Give me a second. Oh fuck!” I looked down at his inflamed cock and it was pulsing. I knew from experience exactly where he was at that moment. The launch sequence had been activated. He would either have to mentally calm himself in order to salvage the orgasm or at any second he would start to blow. The slightest movement could set him off. The head of his cock looked angry and purple as it glistened from my slobber. It continued throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat. Soon a rivulet of crystal clear precum streamed from his cock slit onto his balls and then onto the floor. His breathing started to slow and his heart returned to normal. He looked at me for a second and said, “Fuck dude that was close. You are fucking amazing. Let’s take a break and then I’ll show you what I can do.” With that Louis went into his kitchenette and retrieved a couple more beers. We sat on his couch and drank and made small talk about what we liked and got into. Louis gave me 100% of his attention when I spoke and listened with sincerity. It was clear from our conversation that his was 100% top, and a bona fide ass man at that. He also let it be known that he had a special penchant for white blonde bottom boys that knew how to relinquish their ass to their tops. He finished his beer as I downed the last sips of mine and he stood up, grabbed me by the ankles and raised my legs high in the air pulling my ass off the edge of the couch. He got on his knees and spread my legs apart and stared at my hole whistled, “Sweetheart, your cunt is one beautiful sight.” We made eye contact and he lowered his face down between my legs. I felt him kiss my hole and then speared his tongue into and then past my ring. I felt a vibration-like sound and realized, as he stared directly into my eyes that he was in fact, moaning and eating my ass at the same time. He spread my cheeks even further and progressed to chewing my hole. I was getting super-hot and began squirming underneath him. I could feel the stubble from his chin scratch hole each time his jaw opened and closed. Louis pulled his face from my ass and reached over and retrieved a bottle of poppers. His face was covered from nose to chin with wet, sticky saliva and he had the unmistakable look of hunger in his eyes. Handing me the poppers he again grabbed my ankles and pushed them back until they were resting on the back of the couch and my ass was wide opened and exposed. He nodded and I opened the poppers and started taking a hit. As I inhaled, I could feel him dribbling saliva onto my ass and rubbing it around. I took another hit from the other nostril. As I began to take-off, Louis placed his cock head at the rim of my ass and pushed in. Once the head popped through he continued his decent until his balls were resting on the outside of my hole. I had this nasty motherfucker’s greasy, long, rock-hard cock buried balls-deep in my ass. I could feel his heartbeat. Just like his cock was perfect for deep throating, it was perfect for fucking, too. No pain, no wincing, no holding your breath; just pure sheer spine-tingling ecstasy. We both sighed, “Ahh,” in unison when Louis would hit bottom. I reached under and felt his balls slapping against my ass and decided to take another hit of poppers. When Louis saw this he docked his rod deep in my ass and froze. I took nice long hits and reached up and offered him some and he accepted. I help him load both nostrils. Once the cap was screwed back tightly, Louis started ploughing my ass deep and hard. Lifting his entire body and slamming it back into me. He leaned into me and started rough kissing. I loved having his tongue and his dick buried inside me at the same time. The pounding came with such a force at times our teeth scraped together. We were so in the heat of the moment we’d didn’t care. After doing heart pounding push-ups inside me for about 20 minutes, he started pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in again. He held his cock, took aim and punched it back in. He stared right into my soul for my reaction. A few times he missed the hole and it got stuck for a millisecond on my taint before slipping back inside on its own. I wailed when that happened. He was tapping into and bringing out my innermost slut. “Yeah, fuck me, man.” “Yeah?” he said, “You like that brown raw dick fucking your pale white ass?” Looking down as he pulled his cock out again he said, “Dude, your cunt is staying wide open when I pull my cock out.” He shoved his dick back in, “You’re such a horny little whore.” Louis produced a small container of lube and started squeezing it onto my taint area as he fucked. Gravity made the lube run down my taint and gather at his thrusting cock. Things started getting slippery and very greasy. My cunt started making those nasty squishy sounds like when a ketchup bottle is almost empty. Louis looked into my eyes, smiled, nodded and then snarled, “Fucking pig.” The next time he pulled his dick out; he switched things up and went back in with 3 of his fingers instead. He alternated between his cock and three fingers for a while driving his fingers in deeper and deeper until they, too were maxed out in my ass. I started losing my mind when he added his fourth finger. This stretched my ass as far as it would go and I began to squirm, moan and buck. This is what I needed. I arched my back and opened my hole as much as I could to get even more of a stretch. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh my god! This feels so fucking good!” He replaced the palm of his hand with his cock. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you and then fuck you some more. Grab your poppers.” I took a hit and then another. When I starting to ride the wave, Louis pulled his cock out and replace it with his four fingers again. This time he started twisting them around very slowing causing me to moan even more. He signaled me to feed him another hit of poppers. When he was sufficiently loaded, he added more lube. I took a hit and felt him fold his thumb under inside of his palm. He added pressure. I was flying so high at this point, I thought, “Oh fuck, this crazy, skanky sexual demon is going to fist me!” I pushed back against his hand and pushed out with my ass muscles. I grabbed my ankles and pulled them back to the side of my head while Louis was expertly twisting his hand looking for the secret passage code. He worked with the precision of a safe cracker and we both felt it at the same time. His hand locked into position and it slide all the way in. We both yelled at the same time again. I was mumbling incoherent sounds that couldn’t be deciphered. What I was trying to say was, “Oh my fucking god! Fist me you nasty mother fucker. Own my fucking hole.” But Louis never heard any of that. He started talking to me in a soothing calming voice, “That’s it baby. You’re doing really good.” He started moving his hand around a little, “That’s right, let me do my work. Take a deep breath.” With that he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. “See how good you are, your pussy is swallowing my hand. You like this, my little gringo cunt?” “You know I do, look at me.” I was practically having an out of body experience. He ran a finger from his other hand just under the lip of my cunt and traced completely around his wrist. The pleasure was dumbfounding and all I could say was, “Ahhh.” Louis smiled and pulled out and pushed back in again. He began to repeat this cycle picking up speed each time. At first I was intoxicated then I was delirious. My spine began to tingle. I wanted more. He started picking up speed and that felt even better. On the other hand it felt like I was losing control. I didn’t know how far I could go. He got faster and faster until it became a piston-like fucking. I started moaning louder and louder and the moan elevated into a verbal prayer, “Oh my god! Oh Fuck! Fuck me! No stop! No Fuck me some more. Deeper! Stop!” My asshole involuntary began to quiver. Louis pulled his fist out and my rosebud bloomed as I exhaled. He stood and lined his cock up with my ass and shoved his cock into the center of my rosebud and fucked into it. After a hit of poppers without missing a beat, Louis replaced his cock with his fist and started punching me again and again. Suddenly he pushed deep inside, past his wrist and stopped; leaving his hand inside me. I clamped down on his wrist and he returned the body language by rotating his hand slightly. He was fumbling around and I wasn’t sure what he was up to. I then felt pressure against my fist-stuffed hole. While trying to figure out what was going on, I took a hit of poppers again and began to fly. I pushed back on the pressure and suddenly, Louis’s cock slid into my ass right next to his fist. The feeling of fullness was like no other. I worried my cunt wall might tear. I was on the edge of immaculate pleasure. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and was jacking off inside me. I was delirious and incoherent yet again. The imagery of his cock and hand working my ass at the same time was driving me wild. As he continued pounding me Louis grunted out, “Fuck, baby, I'm getting close. Where do you want it?” I couldn't yet respond so he added, “I would love to spew this hot Mexican cum deep up that pink gringo pussy. Will you let me?” I nodded and grabbed both my tits and started twisting. Louis picked up speed and started to push even further into me. Suddenly he pulled his fist out and jack-hammered his cock into my ass nonstop. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slammed forward, froze, grunted and spewed. He dumped load after load into my well-fucked cunt. I have never been more turned-on than I was at that very moment. Louis rolled off and collapsed next to me on the couch to catch his breath. I set my very sore legs down onto the floor as we both caught our breath. I started to convulse. My body, on its own, was twitching uncontrollably. I lay in the fetal position basking in the afterglow realizing that I was having my first anal orgasm. I had heard of it but didn’t believe it was true. Louis looked at me and said, “Your turn.” He rested his “fist” hand on his elbow and folded his fingers into a cone shape and said, “Climb up and take a ride, baby. You do the work. I want you to fist my load further up your cunt.” I found the strength to get up, grab the poppers, then stood up on the couch and lined my ass up with his hand and took a hit. I squatted a little more and made contact with his fingertips and dropped onto his fist in one fell swoop. We both started fucking; him pushing up and me squirming down. I grabbed my cock and started pumping. I turned to face Louis as he fisted my ass. I was over stimulated and felt my balls boiling up and my load started traveling up and exploded out of my cock. I sprayed all over Louis's face, hair and chest as my hole clamped involuntarily onto his wrist. I collapsed onto the couch and his hand slipped out. I was in a stupor. Lethargically, we started kissing and smearing cum everywhere; licking, squeezing, moaning and fondling. Once our heart rates returned to normal, Louis jumped up and grabbed a towel and we cleaned up a little removing any visible lube and cum. He returned the towel to the bathroom and I started getting dressed. He was leaning against the bathroom door with his arms folded watching me. I saw all of his jewelry and tattoos and that beautiful Mexican cock and those dark cherry nipples. I glanced around the room and it all came rushing back to me. This guy was, one some level, dangerous. I don’t know if he dealt drugs, was a male prostitute, or perhaps even a thief. I had no idea but something about him caused my fight-or-flight meter to vacillate. What I did know was he was one of the hottest fucks I’ve ever had and I couldn’t wait to take another walk on the wild side. For now, I needed to go see if my car was still there.

yeah -- as a top I'll say I love the sluts. sliding into cum filled ass or pussy, yes please. ive fucked holes loose enough to where it felt like I was just humping the air, but I always get that load worked out in them. Plus it's fun if I go to a cumdump event on sniffes or whatever, walking in and not knowing what kind of hole I'm going to cum in, the mystery of it, will they be tight? loose? cum filled? tested and clean or a true mystery hole not knowing if they have anything, all of it gets me throbbing

May I borrow that quote ??? PLEASE ????????????????

Wow! Delicious hairy body there🤤

Very fucking hot. Looking forward to more!

Your body- you and only you decide. Convert this vanilla group into a pig group! You will be our president.

FWB came over with some of his Buddies, they ran a train on me all cumming inside me then all went again but second time pissing in me instead of cum

Im a neg and drug free cum dump in Melbourne Australia. On Prep and just love taking anonymous loads and none are refused. Was at the sauna the other day in the sling and had a friend of mine directing guys to fill my holes with cum and he then finished off fucking me using their loads as lube. He blew a few times as he was watching his cock covered in other guys cum going in and out of my hole. Was damn hot and love to be used.

Chapter 3: The Preparation The message came on the morning of the seventh day. It was as terse and commanding as he was. Address: 2247 Crestview Drive. 9 PM. Do not eat after 2 PM. Shower before you come. Use the enema in the package. The other 40k is waiting. Another package had arrived that morning. This one contained a specific, professional-grade saline enema kit, a fresh, large bottle of poppers, and a black silk blindfold. Taped to the bottle of poppers was a small, clear baggie filled with shimmering, crystalline shards. Tina. The instructions were degrading, medical, and unbearably arousing. He wasn't just preparing me; he was programming me, building the chemical architecture for my own surrender. I followed his orders to the letter. I left work early, my stomach a knot of nerves and a low thrum of excitement. At 2:01 PM, I took my last sip of water. The afternoon was an agony of anticipation. I paced my small apartment, the baggie of crystal sitting on my coffee table like a malevolent diamond. I picked it up, feeling the sharp edges through the plastic. This was the key he would use to unlock me. At 7 PM, I began the elaborate, humiliating process. I laid a towel on the bathroom floor, my cheeks burning with a shame that only fed the growing heat in my groin. He wasn't here, but I felt his presence in every step, his approval the only thing that mattered. When I was finally, clinically clean, a hollow, empty vessel, a wave of dizzying submission washed over me. The shower was a ritual. I scrubbed every inch of my skin until it glowed pink and sensitive. I shaved myself smooth, the drag of the razor making me shudder. I stood under the scalding spray until the water ran cold, imagining it was his gaze. I looked at myself in the foggy mirror. My eyes were wide, pupils already dilated with fear and need. My body was trembling. I was perfect for him. I put on simple jeans and a tight black t-shirt. No underwear. Another unspoken command I felt compelled to obey. I placed the vial of poppers, the bag of crystal, and the blindfold in my pocket. The Lyft ride to Crestview Drive was silent. This house was different from the first—a brutalist masterpiece of black steel and tinted glass, a sharp angular silhouette against the night sky. It felt like a fortress. A laboratory for sin. He opened the door before I could knock. He was dressed in sleek black leather pants that clung to his powerful thighs and a tight black muscle shirt. He looked me up and down, a predator assessing his meal. “You brought everything?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. I nodded, wordlessly producing the items from my pocket. He took the bag of Tina, holding it up to the light. “Good. This will help you receive your gift properly. Come.” The interior was stark and intimidating. Polished black concrete floors, blood-red walls, and harsh, minimalist lighting. The air was cold and smelled of ozone, leather, and his dominant cologne. In the center of the vast, echoing room was a large, leather-padded medical table, equipped with sturdy straps at the ankles and wrists. My breath hitched. This was real. This was happening. Matt saw my look of trepidation and smiled, a flash of white in the dim room. “It’s for your safety. To keep you focused on the sensation. To keep you from running from the pleasure.” He stepped closer, his scent enveloping me. “The price is the same whether you are strapped down or not. But the experience… the experience will be infinitely more intense if you surrender to it completely.” This was the final gate. Walking out now would mean I had humiliated myself, flushed my pills, and taken his $10k for nothing. I’d be free, but I’d always wonder. Staying… staying meant total immersion. It meant getting the full, terrifying, exhilarating value of our deal. I looked from his intense eyes to the table. My cock, traitorous and eager, strained against my jeans. “I’ll stay,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I knew my boy would make the right choice,” he purred, his hand cupping my cheek. “Now, the gear. Let’s get you ready.” He led me to a low black sofa. He prepared the pipe with an expert’s efficiency, loading a large shard onto the screen. He lit the torch, and the familiar cloud of white smoke began to fill the glass bulb. “Inhale,” he commanded, holding the pipe to my lips. “Suck it deep into your lungs. Hold it. Let it burn away all that fear.” I obeyed. The hit was massive, a seismic shock to my system. The rush was instantaneous—a crackling, electric current zipping up my spine and exploding in my brain. Every nerve ending screamed to life. The leather of his pants, the cold air, the sound of his breathing—it all became hyper-sharp, intensely vivid. And the hunger… a raw, animal need began to uncoil in my gut. “Again,” he said, his voice already taking on a god-like resonance in my heightened state. He fed me another colossal hit. This one melted my bones. A dizzying, euphoric wave of pure lust washed over me. I was panting, my skin buzzing, my cock a rigid, leaking ache in my jeans. “That’s it,” he murmured, his own eyes glittering with dark intent. He took a hit himself, holding the smoke before leaning in and sealing his mouth over mine, forcing the potent cloud into my lungs in a searing kiss. I groaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders. He broke the kiss. “Now, the blindfold. I want all your focus on what you’re about to feel.” The world vanished into deep, rich black silk.

Number one turn off is scat …..I do not care….if I am lubing a nice ass with oil and I find a blockage, there is NO way in hell I am fucking. I also find it supremely uncomfortable if I am undouched…even as a top. There are things mentioned here that I find exciting. One is pissing- and getting pissed in, especially right after the pissr has cum. The other is spitting…. I am of the opinion that it was used as a tool to humiliate, and is associated with racism. However, seeing spit coagulating on a face or off nipples that have been chewed, it’s an addition to the sex play. Of course, permission is primordial.

Athletic Trainer 3 Luke heard the water in the shower stop while he was on the phone. Right after he got off the phone, Jason came walking out with a towel barely hanging on his waist. He looked like he barely dried himself off because most of his body was still wet. The water droplets hanging off his nipples and defined muscle turned Luke on a lot. Jason sat down on high top chair at the kitchen island with both hands rubbing his temples. Luke hid himself behind the kitchen island because despite Jason's discomfort, this was one of the sexiest appearance that he was not expecting. It is even better than a guy just spread out on all fours in a doggie position because he is no stranger to guys getting into that position for him willingly. He could vaguely see Jason's soft cock through the opening of the towel too. “What's the matter? Are you alright?” Luke asked “Yeah….maybe it was the hot water….I just felt light headed when I got out of the shower” Jason said while still rubbing his head Luke looked at the glass of juice he poured for Jason when they first arrived and saw the empty glass. He had thought Jason was already under the influence of G earlier when he was fucking. Luke now realized he must have chug the whole thing just before he came into the room so the G is just now hitting him “Well……drink some water” Luke poured him a legit glass of water this time and watched Jason gulp it down. He then poured another then walked up next to Jason to prop him up from his underarm and said “do you want to sleep or nap it off? You tell me how you feel and what you want to do.” Some may enjoy taking advantage of guys while they passed out, but not for Luke. He finds no joy messing with an unconscious body so realizing maybe that was too much G for Jason, he was willing to take a couple steps back. After all… he's playing a long game “I think laying down for a bit might be good” Jason started to slur his words so Luke carried him back to the bedroom. Jason’s towel fell off on their way back to the bedroom. Luke put him down on the bed and this is the first time Jason had a direct look at Jason's fully nude body. His soft cock is a good 6-6.5 in long. Some guys wish their dick was that size fully erected. His pube is trimmed nicely with a little trail up to his belly button. Although Luke was high earlier, he had to admit this boy knew how to fuck. It well exceeded his expectations earlier. Even now his hole felt somewhat empty without Jason's dick. He doesn't bottom often and he sure doesn't feel this way often after getting fucked. “So ... .is there anything that's off limits for you before we get started?” Luke asked after putting Jason on the bed, but Jason had fallen asleep entirely. Luke wasn't too concerned. With the dose he put in the juice, Jason at most gets knocked out for a couple hours at most. Luke hopped in the shower himself but kept Jason's cum in his hole. He did a hygiene check to make sure it is okay to do that and no red flag there. Luke heard his phone buzzing and saw a text showing up on his phone. The text said “I'm here” along with a selfie of a good looking blonde guy with a big smile at the building entrance. The guy's name is Brad. He's a senior and no one would even guess this young kid is his connection. He looks healthy and in shape. Technically Luke's connection is his uncle who lives out of town. He had met Brad a few years back and even had several great 3 ways/groups with them. When Brad started attending the same school he works at, he felt comfortable going through Brad bc despite being young. He does know what he's doing so Brad has been his direct connection since. Luke buzzed Brad in as he towel off and put on a jock then continued to dry himself off as he walked toward the door then wrapped the towel on his waist just before he answered the door “Sorry to interrupt. As promised, here's everything you asked for. Where's the fresh meat? I was expecting a tied up first time bottom whore right here on your couch to be honest” Brad said “Well….. about that. I may have accidentally G him out. I got carried away earlier and you know I won't go after someone who's unconscious” Luke said “The boy should consider himself lucky. Where is he? Can I have a look at him at least?” Brad asked “He's asleep in my room” Luke led Brad into his bedroom and opened the door. Brad size him up from head to toe and whispered “damn…. that's the size of his dick soft!?” Brad asked. Luke nodded and smiled. The two exited the room. Before exiting the room, Brad took a picture of Jason fully nude with his phone without Luke knowing. They pack up a bowl in Luke's bong and started smoking in the living room “I think he might be in my history class” Brad said “Is he?” Luke said “you're a senior and you still have common classes with a sophomore?” Luke teased “Well….at least I'm making progress but this year ain't my last, that's for sure” Brad Said while letting out a big smoke cloud out of his mouth then passed the bong to Luke “So…. I came here with a raging hard on thinking I'd have a tight hole to fill with you” Brad pulled up his shorts slightly, letting his mushroom head out at the bottom of his shorts. “What are you thinking?” Luke said with a mouth full of smoke. Brad knows he's attractive and Luke has known him for years. There's almost no limit to how far Brad would go with his request. “Hum…. I'm still deciding to be completely honest. Have you been to the sex club just opened in town?” Brad shotgun a big smoke into Luke's mouth and lightly pinched his nipples after he asked the question. Luke started to build a tent under his towel so while Luke was taking a hit. Brad slipped his foot out of his shoe and was teasing Luke’s crotch. Eventually snagged the corner or Luke's towel and pulled it off “awww….you have a jock in” Brad said Luke chuckled and almost choked on his mouth full of smoke “sorry. Just a habit. I thought my boy toy was passed out so I didn't think anything beyond that” Luke shotgun the rest of the smoke back to Brad and passed the bong back to Brad “How about your hot neighbor downstairs?” Brad asked before taking a hit then signal Luke over to take the smoke out of his mouth. Luke locked lips with him and the two made out for a little bit this time before taking the bong back from Brad's hand “The guy you swore is a closet gay!? No way. I live here. I ain't about to take a shot unless I know for sure there's no way I will miss. You are more than welcome to knock on his door and text me a picture of him blowing smoke on your dick then I'll make my way downstairs. I can lend you a bubble so in case you are wrong, he isn't gonna call a cop on your bc you have a meth bong in your hand before he even open the door” Luke said “and if somehow you can make everything I said happen. My boy might be up by then. Either you two come up or I'll bring him down then we can still call it even” Luke was half serious and half joking. The scenario is outrageous that he can't even just go knock on a stranger's door and make them bow to him at will, let alone get high and bow to him. And like he said, he's a resident in the building. That's way too much risk for him to take. However, he knows Brad, even if he failed, wouldn't rat him out. At worst he may have to say he didn't know Brad is into drugs bc camera can probably track back to who let him in the building and both Brad and his uncle will understand why he can't stick his neck out for Brad unconditionally. It's a scenario they chatted about long ago, which is also why they trust each other. Historically speaking, Brad does have a way with his magic somehow and has made some impossible group sex happen before. They all went on a vacation once and Brad somehow brought back two porn stars who had never gotten high before and both were eager to try for Brad and they all had a great time. “Ok. I'll take your words. Give me a bubble. Short one preferably. And if I text you that picture you asked for. You have to bring your sling downstairs and set it up. And no jock or underwear under whatever you decide to wear coming downstairs AAAAAND you will wake your boy up. I'd at most give you 30 min to convince him. If you can't fulfill your part of the bargain then your hole is mine to use for the next 48 hours” Brad said then shotgun smoke out of Luke's mouth and made out with him. Luke hesitated for a bit because letting Brad own his hole for 48 hours is no joke. He has fucked Brad far more than Brad has fucked him. He does also know Brad as a top in almost all other scenarios so he has no idea what kind of experience that will be. But the unknown does turn him on and he is rather confident that it won't get to that point because he'd only need to bring Jason downstairs with him. He already knows Jason will do anything to have sex with him again. Nothing a little more smoke couldn't conquer. “Deal but you also have 30 min to send that picture” Luke said and got up to get a bubble from a side table in its hidden compartment in the drawer. Brad took the opportunity to tried sliding his index finger in Luke's ass “Oh damn….I have never been able to slide my finger in just like that. That boy sure opened you up, didn't he? And you still have his babies in you?” Brad licks his finger clean. Luke jumped when Brad slid his finger in then laughed “yeah. He was a surprise so I'm not gonna just treat him like a quick fuck. There's much more I wanna do with him. Here. You have 30 min. After that, I just can't promise I'll still be by my phone after 30 min and if you plan on returning, you have to ask before you do because I do have a guest who may be awake by then so you can't cock block me if you failed. Here's for the stuff” Luke said “but we can maybe still get together but on equal footing but I can't promise anything outside of 30 min” “I like the way you think. There's no one else on this campus I trust more than you because of that.” Brad took an extra big hit from the bong and slowly shotgun it all to Luke and wrapped it up with a quick kiss without causing Luke to exhale the smoke. He then quickly stood up and showed his mushroom head to Luke. Brad said “give me your blessing and be ready for that picture to arrive on your phone. This won't be the last you have of my dick tonight. Mark my words” Luke pulled Brad's shorts up even higher and put half of Brad's shaft in his mouth before start letting out the smoke in his mouth and started sucking on Brad's dick head and licking all around it while it was in his mouth and felt it grow harder and harder in his mouth. He loved the confidence Brad had. It's one of the reasons that makes Brad so irresistible. He knows Brad is at least as big as Jason's. He has bottomed for him a few times in the past but Brad, especially high, can get carried away. If he matches Brad's high, he very well may love that but Brad has always wanted to make him a cumdump, which is something he doesn't want to get into so he has never given Brad free reign over his hole before and Brad has respected his boundaries so far because if he doesn't, Brad knows his uncle will sure make him pay the price. After Luke's thoroughly sucked part of his dick, Brad grabbed everything and the bubble and was eager to head downstairs. “Wait…..do you remember his apartment number “ Brad asked last minute “7010. How the fuck are you going to make a dude who you don't even know is gay or not to get high and worship your cock when you can't remember a simple apartment number” Luke teased him and took a hit from the bong and shot gun it to Brad “That's not where my magic is. I have cock suckers to help me remember that sort of thing… like you” Brad said and followed up with a wink. “See you in 30 min Luke. Oh one more question. Did we ever figure out his name?” “Noah. Don't forget we spoke to him in passing a few weeks ago in case he remembers and you don't” Luke teased Brad “Oh if he remembers that then you've already lost half of the bet mister” Brad said “one more favor to ask you. Do you have a couple cans of beer I can take with me as props?” “Sure but if you g him out. it doesn't count” Luke reminded him “You wanted a picture of him blowing clouds on my cock, don't you? I can't do that if I g him out, can I, dummy?” Brad said “I was just reminding you” Luke said and took a hit from the bong and walked toward Brad who's eager to go on his mission and blew the cloud in Brad's mouth “good luck babe. Your time starts now” Luke pinched Brad's butt, an ass that he has fucked on many occasions before and enjoyed it a lot. He will never say no to fucking that ass again. If Brad wasn't mostly a top like he is, he's sure that the two of them would be fucking every other day, if not, every day already.

Yes I have although I would not call it full on rape. One Polish trucker semi-raped me. I was younger, he was older and married but quite hot. He was driving through the area and was resting for the day. We agreed on me sucking his cock because he was so horny, was a long time on the road and therefore hasn't had any sex for months with his wife or anyone else for that matter. He didn't agree on a guy sucking him first but I convinced him I was good. When I got to his truck, he invited me to his little cabin behind the front. Was enjoying the blowjob after a nervous phase in the beginning but then he REALLY got into it, so much so he wanted to fuck me. I wasn't prepared in any way so I said I'm not sure about it and that I'd rather not. He didn't take no for an answer, he wanted to 'just feel my hole', rubbing his cock on it 'but nothing more'. I probably was a bit naive and too horny and he was really hot so I agreed. He but me on my back, lifted my legs and then initially only did what he said, rubbed his cock on my ass and hole but then he started to get really really aggitated and pushed. I said no and wanted to get away but he pinned me down at that moment and basically just spit on his cock and just pushed in without any care. One of the most hurtful moments I have experienced. I tried to get away and pushed him out and away but he basically put his hands on my mouth and went even deeper and put his full weight onto myself so I couldn't do much but to endure it. I was bleeding I think because he tore my hole from the fast entry but he didn't really care all that much, he was enjoying it. I'm very tight. He fucked me for a while while pinning me down and telling me how tight I am in my ears and how good of a fag I am. I just endured it and when he came, I felt really used at first. I was never hard. But I was never really angry at him. He pulled out of me and told me that I was very good and that he hoped I enjoyed it and that I don't hurt too bad. I basically thanked him for raping me, This is now one of my favorite things to jerk off to and one of my favorite memories being semi-raped by that really hot married Polish trucker.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…