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As I approach 6th conversion anniversary, I present you with my conversion story. My stories are based on true events however, I try to add erotica. In my story while I am running through emotions of my conversion, I am imagining if my negative ass and his positive cock were to come alive........... The seeds of my conversion were laid in a gay bar The gay bar pulses with raw, unfiltered energy, a throbbing den of desire where the night air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and the faint, musky tang of arousal. Bass from the speakers vibrates through the sticky wooden floor, syncing with the rapid heartbeats of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Strobe lights cut through the haze like knives, flashing over bare torsos glistening under the dim glow, hips grinding in shameless rhythm on the dance floor. Men of all builds—lean twinks, beefy bears, smooth jocks—press close, hands roaming freely, lips brushing necks, crotches bumping with deliberate intent. It's a place where inhibitions dissolve, where the line between flirtation and fuck blurs into oblivion. I sat at the scarred oak bar, a fit guy in your mid-20s with a slim, athletic frame honed from gym sessions and runs along the beach. My dark brown hair is tousled just right, falling over my forehead in a way that screams approachable yet fuckable. I am dressed to tease: a fitted black shirt that hugs my defined pecs and narrow waist, unbuttoned enough to show a hint of smooth chest. Below, snug jeans cling to my thighs like a second skin, the denim molding over the firm curve of my bubble butt and the subtle bulge of my cock, which twitches occasionally as the club's vibe seeps into me. I've ordered a whiskey neat, the amber liquid burning down my throat as I sip, trying to play it cool. But inside, a storm brews. I've always been the safe one—condoms, regular tests coming back negative. Tonight, though, something feral stirs. The whiskey warms my belly, loosening the knot of caution, whispering temptations of risk, of letting go and getting lost in the heat. My eyes scan the room, drawn to the dance floor where bodies writhe like a living organism. A guy nearby laughs too loud, his hand sliding down his partner's back to squeeze an ass cheek possessively. I shift on the stool, feeling my own hole clench involuntarily, a phantom ache building. The bar's energy is infectious, pulling me in, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I've come here alone, telling myself it's just for a drink, but deep down, I crave connection—raw, unprotected, the kind that leaves marks. Across the crowded space, Jax locks eyes with me. He's in his mid-30s, rugged and commanding, with a build that speaks of hard labor or heavier lifts—broad shoulders straining a sleeveless gray tee, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, a salt-and-pepper beard framing a square jaw. His dark eyes smolder with confidence, scanning the room like a predator selecting prey. When his gaze lands on me, it sticks, raking over my body with blatant hunger. He smirks, the corner of his mouth quirking up, and jerks his head toward the shadowy back corridor—a dim hallway leading to who-knows-where, away from the main throng. My pulse hammers in my ears, louder than the music. My cock stiffens fully now, pressing insistently against the seam of my jeans, a damp spot forming where precum beads at the tip. I hesitate for a beat, glass halfway to your lips, but the pull is magnetic. I down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, the fire spreading through my veins, and slide off the stool. Weaving through the press of hot, sweat-slicked bodies feels like wading into a sea of temptation. A hand brushes my ass accidentally—or not—as I pass, sending a jolt straight to my groin. The air grows thicker, charged with pheromones, every inhale filling my lungs with the promise of sex. Jax waits at the corridor's mouth, leaning against the wall with casual dominance, his muscular legs spread wide, crotch outlined prominently in his faded cargos. He doesn't speak, just nods once, and I follow, heart thudding as the club's roar fades behind me. The hallway swallows me whole, the noise muffling to a distant thump, replaced by the echo of my footsteps and ragged breaths. Graffiti scars the brick walls—crude drawings of cocks and asses, scrawled messages urging 'Fuck raw' and 'Breed me'. Dim bulbs flicker overhead, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. Jax doesn't waste time. He spins me around, slamming my back against the cool, rough brick. His body pins mine, solid and unyielding, heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. I can smell him now—clean sweat mixed with cologne and something earthier, masculine. His crotch grinds into my hip, the hard ridge of his erection unmistakable, thick and insistent. "That ass," he growls low, lips grazing my ear, breath hot and laced with beer. "Been teasing me all night, swaying like it wants to be owned." His hands are everywhere—fingers digging into my hips, yanking me closer, one palm sliding up under my shirt to thumb a nipple. I gasp, arching into him, my own hands fumbling at his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle beneath. The danger thrills me; I overheard him earlier at the bar, bragging to a friend about his status—positive, on a medical break and hence potent in reality. It should scare me, but instead, it ignites a dark fire, making my hole twitch with forbidden need. Jax's mouth crashes onto mine, a bruising kiss all tongue and teeth, devouring me like he's starved. I kiss back hungrily, tasting salt and smoke, my cock throbbing painfully confined. His fingers hook into my belt loops, tugging my jeans down with rough efficiency. The zipper rasps, fabric pooling at my ankles along with my skimpy briefs. Cool air hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps, my erection springing free—seven inches of rigid flesh, curving upward, the head flushed and slick with precum. But Jax's eyes drop lower, to the prize: my plump cheeks framing a tight, pink pucker, the rim smooth and virginal in its untouched tightness, clenching shyly under his stare. He steps back just enough to free himself, shoving down his zipper with a metallic snick. His cock emerges like a weapon, a girthy nine-incher, the shaft thick as my wrist, ridged with bulging veins that pulse with his heartbeat. The mushroom head is a deep purple, swollen and weeping a steady stream of clear fluid, balls heavy and low-hanging below a nest of dark hair. It bobs aggressively, pointing at me like an accusation, the slit oozing more precum in invitation. I know what it carries—the virus, humming in his blood, ready to rewrite me. My knees weaken, ass cheeks flexing as if already feeling the invasion. Jax pulls a small brown bottle from his pocket, the label worn but unmistakable: poppers. He unscrews the cap with a grin that's all teeth and promise. "These are gonna make it good," he murmurs, voice a gravelly command. "Open you up wide, turn that tight ring into a hungry hole. Inhale when I tell you—deep hits, let it rush through you." He takes a snort first, eyes half-closing as the chemical high hits, his cock jerking visibly. Then he holds it under my nose. The sharp, vinegary scent invades my senses; I huff deeply, the vapors exploding in my brain like fireworks. My body melts, muscles loosening, blood rushing south as my rim softens, blooming slightly in readiness. In this fevered haze, the world narrows to the intimate space between our bodies. Reality bends, and my ass and his cock come alive—not in flesh, but in sultry, internal whispers that echo in my mind like a private duet, raw and intimate, heightening every sensation. They face off, his tip hovering inches from my entrance, tracing teasing circles on my inner thighs, building the tension to unbearable levels. HIS COCK (Jax's massive shaft, a deep, resonant baritone that rumbles through my core, the length flexing with each syllable, veins standing out as it inches closer, a fat drop of precum dangling from the slit): Look at you, tight little mancunt, all puckered and pink, clenching like you've been waiting for me your whole life. I've been trapped in these pants all night, watching that bubble butt grind against the bar stool, calling to me. Feel how hard I am? Throbbing, veins full of blood and more—I'm positive, loaded with my special gift, the kind that flips boys like you from safe and empty to wild and owned. Let me seduce you into it. Imagine my head pushing past that ring, bare and hot, stretching you wide till you're gasping. No rubber, just skin on skin, my precum leaking in first to tease what's coming. Then the flood—thick ropes of cum blasting deep, converting every cell, making you crave this rush forever. What's holding you back? That negative status? It's boring. Let me change you, make you mine. MY ASS (my eager hole, a breathy, vulnerable tenor that quivers from the cheeks, the rim fluttering shyly toward the approaching heat, inner walls tingling with nerves): Oh god, you're so close... I can feel the warmth radiating off you, that drip from your tip almost touching me. I've been negative forever, clenched tight against anything that could change me. Guys poke and prod, but I stay safe, locked up. But tonight... you're different. Huge, veined, pressing like you own the air between us. Why me? What makes you think I want your conversion? HIS COCK (nuzzling closer now, the broad head brushing my perineum, smearing a warm trail of slickness upward, voice dropping to a seductive purr, the shaft bobbing with restrained power): Because I see it in you—the way your cheeks tense when eyes linger, how your hole winks when you think no one's watching. Conversion? It's pure fire. I'll start slow, my crown dimpling that virgin ring, popping in with a burn that turns to bliss. Inch by veiny inch, I'll claim those velvet walls, dragging friction that lights up your nerves. You'll feel me pulse inside, leaking more precum to lube the way, priming you for the real change. But first, poppers—essential for this. They drop your defenses, make your muscles go slack so I can slide deep without fight. Jax is holding the bottle; snort now, deep and long. Let it hit you, melt that resistance. I snatch the vial from Jax's hand, pressing it to my nostril and inhaling sharply. The rush crashes over me like a wave—dizzying, euphoric, my vision spotting as heat floods my body. My ass relaxes instantly, the rim softening, parting slightly as if inviting entry. Jax chuckles, low and dark, his tip catching on the loosened edge, testing the give. MY ASS (blooming under the high, voice turning husky and needy, the pucker quivering openly now, pushing back instinctively): Fuck, the poppers... everything's spinning, so loose and electric. Your head's right there, teasing the edge. I... I'm seduced. That warmth, the promise—guide me through it. Show me how to take you, how the conversion works step by step. HIS COCK (pressing forward with intent, the flared crown dimpling my entrance firmly, tone shifting to firm instruction, the slit oozing steadily): That's my boy—poppers are key, keep you open and hungry. Now, relax and push out like you're bearing down. Feel that? My head breaching, stretching the ring wide. Good—grip me as I sink in. We're going slow; first few inches to let you adjust. Those veins of mine? They'll scrape your walls just right, building the heat. Conversion starts here—my precum seeping in, marking you from the inside. When I hit halfway, poppers again; it'll make the deeper stretch feel like heaven. The penetration begins with a sharp, delicious burn as Jax's cockhead forces past your sphincter, the muscle yielding with a slick pop. I cry out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as I clutch at his arms. Inch after thick inch follows, my walls stretching impossibly around his girth, the prominent veins dragging along sensitive nerves, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating outward. Jax rocks his hips gently, feeding more length, his hands spreading my cheeks wide for better access. The poppers' glow lingers, turning the fullness into a throbbing ecstasy, my prostate already brushing his shaft. MY ASS (yielding to the invasion, inner muscles fluttering around the buried length, voice a muffled whine of sensation): Shit, you're huge—splitting me open, those ridges pulling at me. It burns so good... guide me more. How deep now? When's the next poppers? HIS COCK (half-seated, pausing to throb inside me, the shaft pulsing rhythmically against my walls, voice steady and dominant): Halfway in, perfect—feel how your mancunt's hugging me, milking already? That's instinct, begging for the gift. I'm leaking deep now, that precum warming your core, starting the rewrite. Poppers signal: Jax is bringing the bottle—inhale deep as I push the rest. It'll loosen you further, let me bottom out without a hitch. Jax presses the open bottle to my face; I huff greedily, the fresh hit amplifying everything—the stretch, the heat, the illicit thrill. My body goes limp with bliss, ass opening voraciously. He surges forward with a grunt, burying the final inches until his balls press flush against my taint, the head nudging deep into my guts. Fullness consumes me, every vein mapped against my insides, my own cock leaking profusely onto the floor. MY ASS (fully impaled, walls clenching greedily, voice keening in overwhelmed pleasure): Yes—bottomed out, owning every bit of me. The poppers make it pulse so intense. Now what? How does the conversion build from here? HIS COCK (holding still to let me savor it, then withdrawing an inch before snapping back, setting a slow rhythm, tone possessive and guiding): Locked in now, that's the spot—feel my tip kissing your depths? Each pull and thrust pumps more of me into you, my fluids mixing with yours. Conversion's ramping up; the virus rides every stroke, cell by cell. Poppers keep it smooth—important for the pace, prevents clenching that could slow the absorption. When I pick up speed, huff again; it'll sync your body to the pounding, turn it into waves of need. Jax's hips begin to move in earnest, pulling out halfway before driving back in with controlled force. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the hallway—schlick, slap, my cheeks rippling from the impacts. Sweat beads on my skin, trickling down my back as he kneads my globes, fingers occasionally dipping to feel where his cock disappears inside me. My dick bobs untouched, precum stringing to the ground, the pressure coiling tighter in my balls. He slaps the bottle to my nose once more; I inhale, the rush hitting as his thrusts accelerate, turning the fuck into a relentless drive. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning shaft, rim gripping slickly with each withdrawal, voice fracturing into moans): Deeper—pound it! I feel you swelling, that hot leak turning my insides to fire. The poppers... they're everything, making me take you raw, absorb the change. HIS COCK (ramming harder now, balls smacking my skin with lewd pops, voice roughening with building climax): Fuck, you're tight and wet, sucking me in like you were made for conversion. Each slam delivers more—my seed's brewing, ready to flood and seal it. Poppers one more time: snort as I go full throttle. It'll drop you into the peak, let you milk every drop without holding back. The final hit surges through me, head swimming as Jax's pace turns brutal, hips blurring in a frenzy. His cock fattens inside, grinding my prostate mercilessly, the veins throbbing against my walls. My orgasm crashes first—body seizing, cock erupting in thick jets that splatter the brick wall, hole spasming wildly around him, pulling him deeper. MY ASS (convulsing in ecstasy, voice a shattered cry, sucking greedily): Cum now—flood me! Make the conversion stick, turn me positive and dripping! HIS COCK (exploding with a roar, shaft jerking as ropes of hot cum blast into my core, tone triumphant): Take it—spurt after spurt, painting you full! Converted, boy—my hole now, buzzing with the gift forever. He grinds through his release, cum overflowing, leaking down my thighs in warm rivulets. I slump against the wall, trembling, ass throbbing with the fresh, illicit warmth. Jax withdraws slowly, the wet pop echoing, his softening cock glistening with your combined fluids. He tucks himself away, pressing the poppers into my palm with a final smirk. "Hold onto these. You'll be back for more soon." He melts into the shadows, leaving me alone, fingers tracing the creamy drip from my hole, body humming with newfound hunger—no longer negative, but alive with craving. The hallway spins faintly as the poppers fade, but the fullness lingers, a promise of nights to come. I pull up my jeans, the fabric sticking to the mess, and stumble back toward the bar's lights, already next to Jax at the bar raising celebratory drink and making plans with him for the rest of the weekend.

Chapter 14 - The Final Chapter ———- Jacob ———— There was a soft humming coming from somewhere but I couldn’t place where. I had no clue what time it was. The room was dim and quite save the hum. I was in bed tucked under what felt like 7 blankets. I vaguely remember my time praising the porcelain thrown. Then Buck came and took me to a doctor. Since then I have been sleeping with him occasionally waking me to take some medicine or drink water. He tried to get me to eat at one point I think but it wasn’t successful. I moved to sit up and got half way there before I felt light headed and started to fall over. The humming stopped and gentle but strong hands course corrected me to where I was sitting up my back against the headboard of the bed. I looked up to see Trevor smiling at me. He had been the one humming, I remember him doing it before when we were slow at the shop. He brought his hand up to my head as a way to check my temperature I assumed. “Hello sleepy head. You don’t seem to be running a fever. How are you feeling?” “Not great. My mouth is dry, I have aches all over, and I am a little dizzy.” I answered him honestly. ”Here drink some of this water.” He told me handing me a glass. He then went to the door keeping me in his sight. He hollard something down into the main living space but I didn’t really catch it. My mind seemed to be a little cloudy still. A moment later Trev’s mom walked into the room and came over to my bed and sat beside me. She greeted me gently and then took out a thermometer and took my temperature. She also looked all over me, at my eyes, in my throat, etc. Trev had told me she used to work as a nurse many years ago before become a stay at home wife. While she was doing that Trev had excused himself to the living room to make a call. He returned a few minutes later with Buck trailing behind him. Mom got up and went over to Buck and talked to him in hushed tones as Trev came over and sat with me and held my hand. I started to zone out a little until I felt Buck put a tray stand over my lap. Mom put a bowl of soup on the tray. Before I ate Trev and mom said good bye, mom giving my head a kiss before they left. “So am I going to live?” I asked my voice coming out rough and weak. ”Of course you don’t think I’d let anything happen to one of my scorpion boys?” He asked me. “No, but why do I feel like I am close to death then?” I asked half joking half serious. “Well it’s part bad news part good news. You are in the process of seroconversion and the bad news is your body had an extreme reaction to it. Worst then any of the other scorpion boys. However the good news is the blood tests confirm you are the newest scorpion boy!” My mind froze for a minute processing the news. Then it hit me, I was HIV positive. The power to change someone’s life forever now ran through my body. I had accomplished a life goal I didn’t know I had as recently as a month ago. I was a Scorpion boy! I knew exactly where I would put the scorpion tattoo too. Right in the center of my chest. The same place the shop logo rests on my chest when I wear one of the shop aprons. It be perfect there. I also knew I wasn’t going on meds anytime soon and that I planned to enjoy my time as a toxic scorpion boy. Spreading Daddy Scorpion’s strain as much as I could before I absolutely had to go on medication for it. “That’s awesome Daddy Scorpion!! You made me one of your boys!! The sickness will be worth it! When can we get my tattoo?” I blurted out while trying to move to get up. “Whoa there boy, hold on a minute. We will get it after you get feeling better. The doc says you will be out of commission for about a week. Plus we need to go back for a follow up visit with him in a week or so to check everything over. Then we can get your tattoo after that.” Buck told me as he gently but firmly pushed me back into my spot sitting against the headboard. “Ok, well then can you at least fuck my newly toxic hole daddy?” I asked smiling at him devilishly. “I will make you a deal boy, eat all your food and then I will fuck a load into you newly poz hole. But I will do all the work. I don’t want you over exerting yourself.” I immediately started to eat everything on my tray. The food made me feel a little better honestly. When I was done Buck removed the tray and tray stand from the bed. He took them into the kitchen and returned. He bent down and kissed me deeply then helped me strip naked and told me to lay over the bed. It put my ass up without me having to hold doggy position which I really don’t think I could have done if I tried to. I heard Buck strip behind me then felt his strong hands cup my ass cheeks. He pulled them apart and spit on my hole. Then his finger massaged it without entering. Then another spit glob followed by more massaging. His tongue touched my hole and made a moan escape my throat. He started to eat it deep as he continued to play with my asscheeks mildly slapping them every so often. Buck moved up from behind me his body cupping mine till his mouth was at my right ear and he started to kiss behind it. I felt his big fat cock head at my hole slightly pushing against it but not enough to get it in me even with me pushing out. His kisses moved from behind my ear to down my neck, then switched to my left side to repeat. Buck had me hard as a rock and my hole craving his big dick. I tried to move back against his head but he growled subtly to let me know that I was moving faster than he wanted. His dick continued to play with my hole opening as he kissed me and ran his hands up and down my sides. His big body pressed against mine. The warmth of him keeping me warm as if I was still under the blankets. “You ready for Daddy Scorpion to open that now poz boy hole” he asked in a deep gravely voice. “Yes please put in me daddy. Recharge me!” I begged. “The doc said that our first night fucking was probably what knocked you up boy. The timeframe works out for it that way. Daddy took your cherry and impregnated you all at the same time” he told me as his head popped through my hole and he held it so that was all that was in me. “Really? Daddy took my v-card and made me his for life all in one night. That is so hot!!!” I replied as I tried to hold my moans of pleasure from his fat dick head opening my hole. “Oh yes, and I plan to keep recharging you just like all my other scorpion boys!” He said as he pushed the rest of his 8 raw fat poz inches into my hole balls deep in one stoke. He slowly fucked my hole using long strokes to hit my prostate just right. He was gentle as he fucked me. Which was good because I don’t think I could take a hard fuck in my current condition. Buck continued to kiss my neck and behind my ears as one hand roamed my body while he used the other to steady himself as he fucked my poz boy hole. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer and shoot a huge load, my first poz load, all over myself the sheets hands free. My hole squeezes from me cumming which made daddy scorpion growl in my ear. On his next stroke balls deep he moaned deeply as he flooded my hole with is dirty seed. We laid there in that position for a few minutes till Buck got up off of me. His half hard dick plopping from my hole. He told me to hold still and went to the bathroom coming back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned my backside along with my cum smeared stomach and crotch. He helped me climb into bed and crawled behind me to cuddled me. He pulled the blankets over us and told me to close my eyes and rest. As the cold/fever/pain medicine kicked back in I feel asleep dreaming of walking out of the tattoo shop with my fresh ink marking for all the world to see me as one of daddy’s scorpion boy! ——— Buck ———— It had been a wild few of months. I had hired and then pozzed my fifth scorpion boy, Jacob. I helped nurse him through the worst case of the fuck flu I had ever seen. After that we got him set up with my doctor, like all the boys, for regular blood work and monitoring. He pestered me for weeks till I took him to the tattoo shop and got his scorpion mark on his chest. He was so proud that day and every day since to wear my mark. He has also been using his hole (and his dick a time or two) to spread my strain. It was February now and Jacob had been with the shop for 6 months. All the other scorpion boys (save Jayden that left and opened a spot for Jacob) still worked at the shop. Trevor has been the assistant manager since before Halloween. The shop has been very busy beating last year sales year by 12%. It was our record sales year! I provided a holiday party in December and gave out fat bonus checks to all the staff. Jacob used his to pay me for his Camry. Ant used his to get a second bike to start working on and fixing up. Trevor put his into a new car to bring back to life. He and Ant loved working on vehicles together. Lane and Kenny also treated themselves with their bonuses. They had all earned that money. We had been so busy we’d all been working massive overtime. It had just slowed down enough the last week that I’d been able to get everything caught up and run the numbers. We could hire on two new staff with our current and projected sales without stressing the shop or cutting hours to any of the scorpion boys. I had Ant put the “Now Hiring” sign up in the window last night before he left after closing. This morning I was opening with Jacob. Trevor would be in right before the lunch rush to take the kitchen so I could float. We had been open 10 minutes when Jacob asked me to come up front. Since I the pizzas in the oven had a few minutes left I walked around to the front. Standing on the other side of the counter were two young men. In fact identical twins. I’d guess 20 or 21. Both tall around 6’3-6’4 and very lanky. They had matching blonde hair and emerald eyes. One of the twins stepped forward introduced them to me. The one talking was Vance and his brother was Lance. I introduced myself and shook their hands. I asked Jacob to go check on the pizzas before turning back ti the twins to ask how I could help them. Lance spoke up and told me they were both there to apply for the job opening. I went through the same basic stuff I always did. Made sure they were over 18 (they are 20). I also found out they were going to the local college near by and needed a job to help ends meet. I offered them an interview slot for the next morning before we opened. It was my day off and Trevor was scheduled to open with Jacob but I’d come in for this interview for sure. My cock was thickening and filling in my pants behind the counter as we made the arrangements to meet in the morning. We said our good byes as I made my way to the back. Jacob smiled at me as he came up to me and grabbed my obvious budge in my pants. He kissed me briefly. “Looks like the magic hiring sign has done its trick again. I hope they work out, both look like they would be a fun ride!” He said as he released my hard dick and sauntered back up front. I thought to myself that he isn’t wrong. We may have 2 new scorpion boys by Memorial Day! ————————- This will be the final chapter of this particular story. I have greatly enjoyed writing it and love that so many others have enjoyed it too. There may be spin off stories in the future but I felt this was a good ending for this one. Plus it’s always good to shift gears write something fresh then come back to expand later. I really have appreciated all the support and kind words. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as you have the rest. Look for more stories to come!!!

We kissed, gently at first but then the animal in him took over and he pushed his tongue deep and forcefully into my throat, causing me to gasp for breath. I reached down and fumbled with the button fly and belt of his jeans desperate to see what was hidden inside. I guess I’m what you would call a size queen and as the package finally revealed it’s hidden treasure I gasped again as I felt that monster cock in my hands, it was at least 9 inches and very thick, just what I needed to hit the spot. His name wasn’t important; I don’t think we’d even exchanged those silly details when we’d met in the bar just 30 minutes earlier, but the attraction was instant and intense between us and neither of us had been able to take or eyes of the other. He was taller than me at around 6”2, dark, with cropped hair and very muscular, he came across as confident without being arrogant and it really was a case of our eyes meeting across a crowded room. He smiled and raised his beer in salute to me and I smiled back, blushing a little at the attention from the smiling hottie. My light complexion meant that even the slightest blush shone on me and I brushed my blond hair away from my face in a gesture that I suddenly felt was too overtly camp. I’m no screamer by any means but with my shoulder length blonde hair and slight but toned build I felt out of place in most gay bars, surrounded by muscle marys. I was startled from my daydream by looking back up and finding the hunk standing there next to me. He smiled that killer smile again and said, “Got a place?” I nodded and we headed together for the bar exit. So here we were, in my apartment, I was lucky enough to live just minutes from the bar and I was now pushed against the hallway wall moaning gently as he nibbled his way gently down my neck, and playing with my left nipple through the fabric of my tight fitting t-shirt. I put up no resistance as he pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my chest and allowing him to work his way down further and nibble my erect nipple. He shucked off the jeans and underwear from round his ankles and still suckling my hard nipple he began to unbuckle my belt and push down my trousers and underwear, allowing my own throbbing cock to burst free. He ran his hands up and down its length causing me to shudder slightly. He stopped what he was doing and stepped back from me, smiling and looking me up and down all the while, I blushed now, standing naked in my own hallway with this handsome stranger, finally now he broke the silence “Shall we move somewhere more comfortable” he said. I didn’t need any other encouragement and took him by his hand and led him through to my bedroom down the darkened hallway. Once through the door he discarded his shirt revealing a big muscular chest with a light dusting of hair and then animal in him took over again, he pushed me hard, face down into the bed and parted my ass cheeks. This guy knew what he wanted and was taking no prisoners, I heard him spit onto his hand and felt him start to rub one finger along the hairy crack of my ass ……… I shuddered again, I was so hot by now that I wanted to scream at him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I felt my asshole pop as he slid his finger into me and began to work his saliva into me, I felt the finger pull out and heard him spit again, this time he began to work two fingers into me, “oh yeh baby, this is one hot ass, I can feel it sucking on my fingers, it’s just dying to feed on my big cock”. A third finger went in and I wanted nothing more than that cock in me. I reached over to my nightstand and passed a condom back to him and picked up the little brown bottle of poppers that i kept there (hey i'm no angel - i love a poppered up fuck). I started to sniff heavily on the poppers and within seconds my head was buzzing and I began to feel him slide into me, he was gentle at first and despite the poppers it hurt, as my ass resisted such a large intrusion. He’d stop momentarily and then I’d feel him start to slide more into me, until finally he was resting fully against my firm ass with that beautiful cock throbbing gently inside me. He stayed that way for a few minutes as if savouring the feeling of my tight warm ass wrapped around his meaty cock and then slowly pulled out partially and then pushed back into me and I moaned loudly as he grazed my prostate and really hit the spot. It wasn’t the easiest of fucks and I wished a little that he’d used more lube than just his spit, but nevertheless I was really starting to get into the rhythm arching my back and raising my ass to push back to meet him as he started to fuck me harder and slam his cock into my ass. Then something fluttered past my shoulder and onto the bed, it was the unopened condom packet! The buzz from the poppers was gone then and I almost shouted, “Are you fucking me raw?” and tried to buck him off. “It’s the ONLY way to fuck pretty boy” he growled and pushed his full weight down on me pressing me to the bed and stepping up the pace of his fucking. Despite my best intentions I was now really get off on the fact that I was effectively being raped. He paused his fucking and reached over my shoulder and grabbed the bottle of poppers, first taking a hit himself and then forcing the bottle under my nose, “sniff” he barked at me. Totally compliant now I took hold of the bottle myself and inhaled deeply into both nostrils, again after a few moments that buzz kicked in and my head began to spin and I now ached to be fucked by that big raw cock in my ass. I moaned gently and he laughed, “yeah, I’m gonna make a barebacking bitch out of you yet”. I didn’t say a word, I didn’t want to admit that I liked this out loud – I wasn’t ready to confess my new found desires either to myself or to him but I guess he’d taken my moaning as the signal to start again and he started again to fuck my ass HARD. As the poppers really took effect I couldn’t imagine anything more important than getting every inch of that cock in me. His fucking was relentless now and he really slamming into my ass, pounding me so hard that I felt I was in danger of being forced through the mattress. He was still pounding away but leant forward now and started growling in my ear, “oh yeh pretty boy I am going to fill this tight little ass with cum”, “take it, you bitch”, “yeh c’mon, open that ass for my big cock” .... this dirty talk was making me so damn hard that there was now nothing more important that that cock inside me. His pace and his breathing both quickened now and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came; I was high on poppers and lost in the intense feeling of the fucking I was receiving but still I was filled with a mixture of dread and excitement at the thought of someone cumming inside me for the first time. He was panting heavily now and pounding my ass hard, with a final hard slam into me I could feel his cock pulsing as he blew what felt like a big load of cum deep into my guts and he yelled as he came, almost screaming into my ear, “take it bitch, take my hot toxic cum!”. With a final few stabs into my ass he fell on top of me, breathing heavily, Something amazing happened while he was fucking me, without even touching myself I had cum. My own orgasm had been intense, I’d never cum without jerking myself off before and yet here I was, laid stomach down with a pool of my own neg sperm soaking into my mattress, still with this hunky guy on top of me with my guts full of poz cum and his softening cock still inside me. With a plop, his cock pulled out of my ass and he flopped over onto his back, I rolled over onto my side, revealing the cum underneath and he laughed, “I guess you enjoyed that after all”. I smiled sheepishly and nodded, feeling alive at being released from the tyranny of condoms, I HAD enjoyed it and something inside had changed and I knew I’d definitely bareback again and soon. “I have to ask you something” I said, unable to look him in the eye now. He placed a finger softly on my lips, the gesture intended to shush me, “yeh, I am poz”, he said. I sighed deeply, “I guess I expected to get it at some point but I never expected to do it so willingly” He smiled again, leant forward and kissed me gently, “you ready to go again and make sure you do convert?” I looked down and noticed he was hard again, and stroking his big tool. I only smiled and rolled over, raising my ass in the air again ……. And you know what, I was ready!

Couple Mark and Adam have been running a Poz-friendly men's club for several years. The club's mission is to reduce stigma and bring together men who share the same positive attitude towards being poz. The club is open to all adult men. The club never asks about men's status or medications. The idea of the club is to be a free space to meet other like-minded men, without judgment or criticism. Mark and Adam are both poz, sometimes on medication and sometimes off. The club's network includes over 130 men in total, some of whom actively participate in every event and others less often. You can only join the club if you are recommended by an existing member. So not just anyone can join the club. The club has members of all ages, from men in their twenties to seniors in their eighties. There are all kinds of men: fat, young, skinny, positive, muscular, gifters, athletic, neg, tall, chasers, old, short, wasted and vital. Everyone is welcome. Once a month, the club organizes a Men's Body Admiration Meeting at Mark and Adam's farm, which is practically a 24-hour, unclothed and non-condom debauchery event. The large house is full of naked men in various configurations throughout the event, from spirited discussions to darkrooms. Almost every time, about 100 men participate in the event. The house is large enough that anyone who wants to can always stay overnight. Although the party often continues until the early hours of the morning. Mark and Adam want to come up with new spaces for the event every time. This time, the novelty was the Wheel of Fortune game. The game had a rotating Fuckbench, with ten sectors around it. The idea of the game is that one man is on his stomach on a fuck bench and 10 men stand on sectors. The bench is spun and when the wheel of fortune stops, two opposing men get to use the holes of the man on the bench for 30 seconds. One fucks the mouth and the other the ass. The game continues until the first man empties his load inside the man on the bench. Although the event doesn't talk much about the status of the men, biohazard and scorpion tattoos often give a hint of status.

I love getting my mouth fucked in this position. It’s easier to take a thick cock when he’s deep fucking my throat ruff. Thin I like best is his balls are slammed over my nose with each thrust. Fukkin heaven when he’s got real sweaty nuts.

Yeah, I love to push my Boy Drew’s head all the way down on my cock. When I’m about to shoot. I love to watch and hear him choke on my cock when I’m deep in his mouth and I’m pumping my sperm in his throat.

Mmmmm can I eat you out?

I love this pic, eventhough my hole could use some stretching... maybe a reason for a second pic in the future

I always douche my ass before I leave the house and did so yesterday as I was driving to Lodi, New Jersey and quickly pulled into a temporary trucks only rest area in my car, hoping to take a few loads. I pulled in front of a big 18 wheeler, parked on the exit road on the side and proceeded to tap on my brakes and he started to flash his lights so I quickly got out of my car open my trunk lowered my sweatpants and spread my ass cheeks and once I turned around. He opened the passenger side door for me, and I jumped in and he quickly fucked my face with his big dick in his back area of the truck sleeping cab. I did not want his load in my mouth. I wanted it in my ass so then I quickly flipped and spread my ass cheeks and he stuck his dick in my asshole and after four or five pumps, unloaded a huge load. I was happy that it was deposited there and not in my throat. I was able to drive to Lodi, New Jersey with a cream pie of Gucci Trucker load for the next several hours there and back. What an amazing feeling knowing that I am a cum dump willing to take any anonymous loads on my way to a business meeting.

Gay sex being illegal in Malaysia seems like a concern.

As a divorced, now poz guy, I always fucked raw when I was married. Taking or giving dick it was raw. Bookstores, theaters, parks anyplace that guys fucked, my ass was raw. Didn't get pozzed till after divorce. Have loaded some married guys but don't know the outcome.

Great start. I hope there is more. I feel it must be awesome knowing you are getting fucked by a poz guy who is not on meds. And knowing your ass is not protected against anything. Fertile and ready to get knocked up.

Question: Why is everything have to be about race with you? You bring the topic of race and racism into nearly every post, even when the subject matter has nothing to do with race. Take the murder of Jonathan Joss for example. Race was not a factor in his murder, yet you insisted on bringing racism into the equation. That's just one example of race having nothing to do with the topic at hand yet you felt the need to include "racism" into the matter. Other examples of you doing the same thing include but are not limited to: •Austin Wolf •Getting treated poorly at cumunion •Pope Leone XIV •Warning points -"Isn't such a policy racist?" ... NO! It isn't! Not everything is about race. "Race! Race! Race! Race this... Racism that..." as if the KKKlan is lurking around every corner. It's a victimization complex that you have. It's marxist ideology that is poisonous. It's neither productive, healthy nor does it do society one bit of good. It's an ideology that is in itself -RACIST! You know that line that goes "Those who blame everything on racism often times tend to be the biggest racists of all" ? Well with all due respect, you give light to that meaning considering how you incessantly cry "racism" while making multiple racist remarks on here against white people, many of which are nothing short of outright bigotry which no offense, makes YOU a racist. YES -blacks can be racist against whites and some are. YES -racism against white/caucasian peoples does exist and many examples of such hate and bigotry against them is happening at the very moment. Not everything is about race. You have the same rights as everyone else in our society. p.s. ~And I'm not trying to offend you or anything by saying this to you, but the white man doesn't owe you shit. Blacks owe it to themselves to make the best of their lives and the opportunity to do so has never been better than now and I for one, want nothing more than to see them triumphant.

Yup a couple years ago with a black guy he was 12.5 inches and thick as hell. He pounded me silly we legit fucked all night in a truck stop parking lot in his sleeper. I couldn't sit for 3 or 4 days after lol.

I was in a small town, so that explains a lot of it. But I had a long time bf there, and he just refused, only wanted head. Believe me, I really tried. He wouldn't share me either. Even when I moved to a larger city, I got ghosted all the time. I actually got introduced to my current bf by a guy who didn't want to bother with it. He came over the first time, and said he accidentally came too fast while getting head. And the second time I don't remember exactly, but he eventually hooked me up so all is forgiven. He is invited over and I still suck his cock, and he still says I make him cum too fast. Haha so no hard feelings. I don't know, maybe I was unlucky. Thank you. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE giving head, and go at a cock with enthusiasm and talent, but a boy's ass needs to get fucked, you know? And I love a man who gets two big handfuls of my ass and pounds away or slaps it red while taking me. Or a little of both haha.

I find it interesting how I relate to stories now that I am poz, than the many years before reading them while neg. I love being poz...

Yesterday at the adult theater parked myself in the sling. Wore a hood with blindfold so I'm not so sure how many guys fucked me nor how many loads precisely I took... But I'd guess something like 10 and 5-6, across both holes. More would have been better, but it's not like I could have stopped them from wearing a condom. The first guys to fuck me were focused on pounding my ass and none of them bothered with lube, so I was pretty sore and a bit relieved when the ones after that preferred the front hole. But when I left for home, I spent the rest of the night toying my ass, so... not _that_ sore, I guess...

Had a couple of days off last week so decided I was going to get ass up and take some loads. Got off work on Sunday and decided to clean my hole and get ready for a few days of being a complete cumdump. Being the good cumslut I am, I have some of my own cum that I freeze to use as lube for my breedings. Mostly I keep it because breeders usually like a loaded hole so it’s more enticing to them. So as soon as my hole was ready I shoved some frozen shards of cum up my hole. The feeling is always shocking but soon I could feel the wetness in my hole it was making me really horny. So I got on Sniffies and posted my location and waited for the tops to hit me up. My update said “good boy cumdump dad looking for breeders to use his hole. Can be blindfolded if requested. Three loads in.” I also changed my Grindr profile to say “nut in me.” Grindr sucks nowadays due to all the bots and OF accounts, so I mostly get the loads I need from Sniffies. Donning my black jock and a vintage white cropped stussy jersey I am ready. LOAD 4 : First to hit me up was a blank profile that only sent a picture of a thick black cock. Yes please! Didn’t ask for any other pics and sent over my address. He needed to charge his phone so after about an hour he finally came over. I love waiting ass up poppers in hand til I hear my door downstairs open. He starts coming up the stairs so I hit my poppers hard and get ready. I don’t even look back at him, I love being just a hole for men to use, they are just a dick and load. I can hear him taking off this clothes and he dives in smelling and licking my hole. I definitely could smell the cum and he was loving every bit of it. After a couple of minutes, he grabs the lube on the nightstand and slowly slides into my hole. He had a good pace and came pretty quickly. Once he’s done, I turn around to get him a towel and he is really handsome. Tall, probably 6 feet, great smile and an oversized beanie he wore while he was seeding me. He gets my email so we can hookup again. One of my regulars, was hitting me up and wanted to bring his big dicked bf but at this point it’s about 230am and the Ubers are super expensive. Over the entire couple of days I keep telling him my load count but he doesn’t make it. Always a bummer. LOAD 5 : Next top is a bi 23 year old that I’ve talked to but never managed to hook up. He’s 5’8” and trim with a good size dick. Tell him I have three loads in my hole and if he wanted to be next. He was hanging with a friend but after about an hour he’s making his way up the stairs. Again poppers to the nose and he slides in and gets right to it. He’s a sweet lover, calling me dad, asking if I want his load. I’m a verbal bottom and will beg for a beating, give me your fucking cum boy. He loved tweaking my nipples as he was fucking me. My ass is definitely wet and loud, just the way I like it. He cums in about 10 minutes and gets up and takes off after some pleasantries. Stayed up for about another hour but only guys into partying were up and I don’t, so I decided to go to bed and set an alarm for 6am to see if I can get any loads from guys on their way to work. Slow morning with lots of chats but no takers so fell asleep a little bit. Had to get to work at 5 that night so was trying to get many more that. LOAD 6 : Blank profile hit me up, another bi guy, sends me a cock and torso pic and all looked good so I send over the address and he comes over promptly. Very good fuck, my hole is really talking at this point. He is a good kisser and is pounding me pretty deep. After about 15 minutes he seeds my hole and I can feel every burst of cum. Turn around as he’s getting his clothes back on and he is super hot. Filipino and my age (42), gorgeous smile and really fit bod. Damn. Hoping to see him again. LOAD 7 & 8 : Been talking to a handsome gay Korean guy that used to fuck me at my favorite defunct arcade (RIP Fat Cobra). He just recently moved from the burbs back into the city so after he finished some reports he heads on over. At this point it’s about 330 and time is running out. While we are chatting I get a message from a profile, 28yo, 6’4” black bi guy. He sends me two pics, one of his hard cock, and one of his torso. He definitely wants to be my 8th and final load of the day. Korean guy comes over and even though his cock is pretty average I can tell he really loves and has missed my hairy cum hole. I tell him I have another dude waiting outside so he pounds it out pretty quickly and is off. Tall black guy is in my apt within minutes of my friend leaving and he immediately starts eating out my well used hole. It’s wet and my jockstrap is drenched. He is by far the biggest cock of the session and he is reaching parts of me that hadn’t been hit yet. He is a great fuck and I feel so full and I can feel the cum sloshing around in me. I love it, being just a sloppy hole for alpha men to nut in. He fucks pretty quickly and he cums so hard. I can feel his cock pulsing in me, definitely like 8 or 9 times. He pulls out and says that there is a pool of cum in my jock strap. I turn around and he is gorgeous. Stunning smile, tall and fit. He uses a scorer so he puts on his 5 layers and he’s out. I have enough time to hop in the shower and get to work. Next part of the adventure coming soon….

Chapter 13 ——- Jacob ——- I was working the front after the lunch rush. It was slow and while I cleaned up I thought about my recent sexual awakening. It had been a little over 3 weeks since that first time I had taken Buck/Daddy scorpion’s toxic loads. The next night I had fucked Ant and filled him full of my cum. In the weeks since then Buck had bred me several more times. I have also met up with a few random hookup since then. While topping feels good and is fun I am pretty sure I am a vers bottom. I still want to top every so often but I definitely enjoy bottoming more. I would love to take dick everyday if I could. I have only hooked up with negative or undetectable guys. I want to be sure Buck is my poz daddy. I want his strain to be the one I carry. I was hoping I’d of seroconverted by now. I asked Trev how long it normally takes and he said it could be up to a month to have the “fuck flu” but also could take longer. Or I could convert and not have any real symptoms. He pointed out it took Lane 4 months to test poz. We made a plan to get at home tests at the month mark if I didn’t come down sick before then. I really wanted to earn my tattoo. Kenny walked up front around 2:00 untrusting my day dreaming. He was working the front tonight for the closing shift. His nose ring, earrings, and shaved head were shinning in the shop lights. ”Hey Jacob! How are you?” He asked with a big smile on his face. ”Hi Kenny. I am doing ok!” I said smiling back at him. “That’s always good to hear bud” He said as wrapped his arm around my shoulder giving me an bro hug even though I was about 2 inches taller than him. After that I was sent to the back for an hour or so for training with Trev on the pizza station. Ant pulled him when Lane got there to show him some of the ordering and inventory stuff. Trev was being taught the roles he’d need to know in order to be the assistant manager. Jayden had that role before he left and now they wanted to get Trev into it. Buck had also had talked about hiring one or two more people since sales had been up all year. The thought of new boys made me excited at the possibility of new friends and coworkers but a little jealous that it meant Buck would probably have a lot less time for me in the evenings after he got me knocked up. However, I also reminded myself that it would give me a whole lot more time to explore and have sex with new people. To taste a variety of men so to speak. It wouldn’t be bad at all and I knew Buck would always care for me no matter what. Ant had Kenny and me work in a project in the lobby while it was slow cleaning up and putting up new signage. We chatted while we worked. I had told him about my first time with Buck’s poz seed, the times since, my night with Ant, and the guys I’d messed with since. Kenny told me about his times with the bosses and his pozzing story. It was hot to hear and I was half hard the whole time. He also talked about all his piercing saying he had them everywhere eve down there. I kind of scoffed in disbelief. To prove my doubts wrong he pulled up his shirt and showed me his pierced nipples and his belly button ring. It was the first time I’d seen anything like it in person. The piercings and the tats. They all looked so good on him. I had too tell him I how hot I found him and them. I also admitted I’d never been with a guy with body piercings. He made a small laugh and then looked around the empty lobby and unzipped his pants pulling out a big soft dick and nice set of balls. His dick was completely soft but had to be like 5 inches long. I couldn’t help myself I had to get a closer look. I moved closer to Kenny and bent over looking at the ring through the head of his dick and the bars going down the shaft. I reached out and grabbed his flaccid dick. As I moved it around to get a good look he started to get hard. Next thing I knew I had an almost 10 inch long hard and very thick dick in my hands. “Ummm sorry. I should have asked before I groped you.” I said when I realized what I had done. I went to move my hand away and he covered mine hand with his. Then he started moving my hand so I was now stroking him. He looked me in the eyes as he smiled a devious smile. “It’s ok, just a curious boy. We don’t have an order for at least 15 minutes. I can see who’s coming in through the window in enough time to warn you if you want to try tasting it.” He said before winking at me. My inner slut came out and I was down on my knees licking his cock head and tasting his slit and the ring that went through it. Then I moved to his shaft and those bars. Running my tongue down the shaft and back up. I knew we had limited time so I went to work and took the head in my mouth. It took bit of time but I managed to get almost 3/4ths of it down my throat. It felt incredible sucking his pierced cock. It made the experience so different but in a good way. I also used my hands to help me jerk his large hog as I sucked him. He started moaning lowly as he encouraged me to suck him. Calling me his good boy. Taking his dick out of my mouth and slapping me on the face with it every so often. Finally he took me by the back of the head and throat fucked me hard and as deep as he could. He made me gag some but nothing I couldn’t take and nothing I didn’t enjoy. After a few minutes of this his balls pulled up and his breathing got more intense. “Mmm yes boy I am going to feed you my toxic babies!! Swallow every single drop baby!!” He said as he flooded my throat with his cum. His load was massive. He shot several big ropes of cum into my throat and mouth. It tasted good. Sweet but with a bit of tang. It was very unique to what I had tasted so far. But it tasted very good! As he finished he pulled his dick from my mouth and brought me up to him and made out with me while his cum was still in my mouth. We French kissed which allowed me to share his seed with him. It was so hot!! I was so into it that hadn’t even realized I had come in my pants. I noticed the wet spot in my jeans as we parted. I got a little embarrassed when he noticed the spot too. Kenny pulled up his pants went around the corner and got a lap apron for me to wear till it dried. He assured me it was hot that I came for blowing him. We got back to work after our fun and giggled as we worked. I would definitely be down for a repeat and wanted to try that pierced dick in my hole in the future. I was even so bold as to tell him that. He was totally onboard with it too. The dinner rush went smooth and I headed home after it slowed. I got home and watched some tv. Around 9 I got super tired and decided to go to bed. I fell into dream land remembering the taste of Kenny’s cum on my lips as we kissed. ——- Buck ——- (The next morning) It had been a few weeks since I’d put my first toxic load in Jacob. His tight raw virgin negative hole gripping my big fat poz dick. Him begging for my toxic babies as I flooded his negative boy hole with my cum. I thought of it often when I had a down moment. Today wouldn’t have much down time though. First I had gone to the community center and attended one of Kenny’s classes early this morning. When I left the house around 7:15 this morning I saw Jacob’s new (to him) car was parked in front of his house. That car had been a fantastic buy. It is in really good condition. I suspected he was still asleep when I drove by. I wondered if he had got any action last night. I was happy I had helped awaken his inner slut. I’d put probably 10 dirty loads in him since the initial 4 that I put in him during our first fuck. I know he fucked what was probably his last neg load into Ant’s ass the night after I took his cherry. He’d also told me about the 3 other men he’d bottomed for since. He said he was vers bottom but I’d call him a bottom with the occasional craving to top. I also noticed he’d been flirting with Kenny a lot recently. I hope Jacob is ready for a big dick because that boy has a big pierced monster between his legs. But he is gentle with it I hear. He is vers too so they’d be a good fuck pairing. He didn’t seem sexually interested in Trevor and vice versa. They were too much like brothers. Jacob and Lane had become fast friends and Lane had been helping get into the gay world since Jacob had never really been in the scene. They may fuck at some point but I’d put more money on someone tagging them as the two bottom friends shared a dick. I got to the shop around 9:00 and went through the back door leaving it unlocked so Jacob come in and not wait on me. I kicked on the ovens and got the pizza station ready. Then I got to work on the prep. I was busy and not really watching the time. When I came out of the cooler after putting the last of the prep away I saw on the wall clock it was 10:37. I hadn’t heard Jacob come in but I was sure he had to of. It was strange he hadn’t asked for me to get his drawer from the safe, but maybe he wanted to get set up instead of bothering me. That would be so like him not wanting to disturb me. I walked up to the front area to check on him. The lights were still out and none of the opening work had been done. I started to panic a little. I went through the whole shop looking for him as I called Ant hoping he was home and he could look to see if Jacob’s car was still on our street. When Ant answered he told me he was out running errands but he would be at the shop in 10 mins to take over so I could go check on Jacob. Ant could handle the shop for a little while by himself. We had both done it before. I knew something had to be up because Jacob was never late and would never not call if he would be. I was going out the back door as Ant came in it. He told me to be careful and let him know what’s up when I could. I made it back home in no time flat. His Camry was still sitting in the same place. I parked right behind him, put the truck in park, and fast walked to his apartment door. I got up to the door and knocked on it with my heart racing. When he didn’t answer and I didn’t hear anything I knocked harder. Still nothing. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I thought of the maintenance man that the people that owned this house employed that also lived in the ground floor unit. I bolted around and knocked hard on his door hoping he was hope. My heart was going a million miles a minute and I was only giving him 30 seconds before I went back and kicked Jacob’s door in. I’d pay for the damn thing if it meant he was safe. Luckily the man was there and able to come straight around and open Jacob’s door. He asked if he should come in but I asked him not to for a few minutes while I investigated. I asked him to wait at the door just in case. He agreed to that. The all the lights were out off in the apartment. I made my way back to the bedroom and found Jacob in bed sleeping deeply. He was laying in a bed of sweat. His skin was clammy, his eyes looked puffy, and when I touched him he was warmer than normal. I felt his forehead and found it very hot. I felt his lymph nodes and they felt swollen. I was pretty sure Jacob was going through his seroconversion. I tried to wake him by shaking his shoulder but he just moaned and rolled away from me. The first call I made was to my doctor and friend to get us in to see him right away. I wanted to lessen any pain or sickness he was feeling. We also needed to get his temperature down. He could draw blood while we were there too. I called Trevor after getting the okay from the doctor to bring Jacob in. I explained what was going on and asked him to go help Ant so I could concentrate on Jacob. Trevor made me promise to give him updates even going so far as to practically threaten me if I didn’t. I am older and taller than Trevor but I’d never do anything piss him off, I didn’t want to feel his wrath. I promised again I’d give him updates as soon as I could. Only then did he agree to go to the shop and not come to Jacob’s house. I went back to the front door and let the maintenance guy know Jacob was just dealing with a flu and told him he could go. I then went back to Jacob’s room and managed to wake him up enough to get him up and dressed in fresh dry clothes. I practically carried him to the truck and bucked him Into the passenger seat. By the time I was in the driver seat he had put his head against the window and fell back asleep. We got to the clinic and I hustled him in. The nurse took us straight back to an exam room. When the doctor came in Jacob woke up enough to talk to him. Apparently he’d been feeling fine yesterday at work and last night at home got very tired. Then in the middle of the night he got sick waking up stumbling to the bathroom to puked a few times and then he passed out. He had woke up a few times sweating but was so tired he couldn’t get out of bed. After examining him and taking some blood samples the doctor agreed that he thought Jacob was seroconverting based on the facts and time frame. The first night may have knocked him up after all. Jacob was half awake his head laying against my shoulder as the doctor talked to him and gave him some prescriptions to help with the ill ones form concerting. I made sure to pay attention so I could help Jacob get what he needed when he needed it. None of the other scorpion boys had got this sick. It worried me a little but the doctor assured me it was fine. He’d call with the preliminary results later this afternoon. He sent us on the way to get the meds and get Jacob back in bed to rest. I called Ant and Trevor as we drove to the pharmacy and told them what was up. Ant immediately took charge and told me he’d cover the shop for a few days while I took care of Jacob. Trevor promised to stop by after he got off work to check in. When we arrived at Jacob’s house there was a silver car parked in front of Jacob’s camera. As I got him out Trevor’s mom got out of the silver car and came up to help me get him in the house. She had brought a big tub of chicken noddle soup which she put in the fridge. She had also brought a few other supplies. While I got Jacob doped up on his medicine and in sleeping clothes she changed the bedsheets sheets. I tucked him in as mom cleaned the bathroom from last night. She straightened up the bedroom and got things set up to care for him for a few days. She kissed his forehead before she left. She promised she’d be back tomorrow to check in and back again everyday till he was feeling better. She really was the shop’s mom. After I got him tucked in Jacob remained pretty out of it. I made sure to wake him when his meds were due. His fever broke a few hours after he got to bed. I stripped him from his sweaty clothes and put him in clean ones. I continued monitoring him to be sure he wasn’t thrashing or getting too hot again. I got a call from the doc around 4:30 and he was certain Jacob was now a scorpion boy. The first results of the blood work had come back and it indicated a positive test. The definitive test results would be back tomorrow but he doubted they would say anything different. Trevor dropped by a little after 7:00 brining me a pizza to munch on. I gave Trevor the most recent updates after which he went in and sat with Jacob for about 30 minutes. I left them to their privacy and I called Ant to give him an update and talk about the schedule the next few days. After Trevor left the apartment I ate my pizza and watched some tv as Jacob slept. I laid down with my new scorpion boy around 10:00 after I given him his last dose for the night. I fell asleep listening to his breathing and small snore. ——————— We have a new Scorpion Boy!!!! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and it was worth the wait. Look for the next chapter in the coming days (if work cooperates ha). Thanks for all your patience and kind words!! Uncut

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I have not tasted any cum yet I did not like. I like the taste and the texture. Also I can get an after taste an hour or two later. I will say though I prefer cum in my ass.

Did it for time after party and love it cant wait to do it again

Discovered I have new neighbors who just moved into my complex. Signing into Sniffies today, I had a hot 23 yo guy just 259 feet away. I discovered he is paired with a 24 yo old BF who works outside the home at a major retailer. We started chatting and I invited him over for coffee. He was curious about me seeing my undetectable status but wanted to be neighborly. Hot swimmer bod admitted he had a thing for older men and thought pozzing videos were hot & he lost his cherry to an older swim coach. It wasn't long before he was naked in my bed taking a raw load in his cunt. I know we will be meeting for coffee & fucking again but I want to fuck his BF too.

Hey Uncut, luved your story...soooo glad Jacob is now a true pozzed up, toxic Scorpion Boy, proud of his tat!! Can't wait for another one of your hot/sexy stories...more, more, more!!!🧑‍🦰🍊🍆💦☣️☣️🦂😋

You know it baby boy! ✨👃✨

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What about the elderly, the indigent, those with health problems, and the plethora of other issues old folks are afflicted with? How are those issues addressed by the government? I can understand how those who can work, but choose not to could be not included, but are the retired seniors, after a lifetime of contributing, they're cut off as well?

I was one of those annoying and naive condom-only fucks back in the day. I went to a bathhouse and expected all the guys who fucked me to wear a condom because I always played safe. I remember one guy in particular who came into my room as I lay on the bed with my head on the pillow against the headboard. I was in my late 20s at the time and he looked to be in his mid 30s. He had to be close to 6'5" and like 250 lbs. in comparison to my smaller 5'7", 140 lbs. His body was solid and I remember thinking he had a sturdy rugby player look to him. I told this guy he needed to wear a condom and he seemed annoyed from the scowl that appeared on his face as I grabbed one and held it out. He looked like he was silently debating whether to wear it, and I thought he might leave. Instead he grabbed the wrapped condom with his massive hand and tossed it on my chest. He then grabbed the spare pillow and firmly gripped my right leg with his other hand like a vice. He effortlessly lifted me up by my leg, similar to the way an adult lifts up a child when they are changing a diaper. As he lifted my leg up toward the ceiling, my head slipped down the pillow. Once my butt was about a foot off the mattress, he crammed the pillow under my ass to elevate it and let go of my leg. My butt was elevated higher than my head and both of my legs were just hanging in the air. Without saying a word, the guy then grabbed the condom, tearing it open with his teeth, and removed it from the wrapper. He threw the ripped wrapper back on my chest and looked down toward his cock, which was out of view. He took a moment to put the condom on and then grabbed the lube that was lying on the bed, and squirted some on his cock. The guy lifted my legs up and spread them wide. He lined his thick cock up with my hole and roughly jabbed it inside without any consideration to the pain I felt due to the thickness of his cock and the roughness of his thrust. He immediately pushed my legs apart even further, letting go of them as he laid his body on top of mine so I was stranded between him and the mattress. I felt his full weight on top of me and turned my head to the side so I could try to breathe, his body fully enveloping mine. His head was next to mine, facing away from me as he started thrusting his heavy cock in and out over and over, finding his rhythm. While I could not say for sure, I think he fucked me for a good solid 15 minutes, never changing his rhythm or slowing his pace. I tried to ask him to go easy a few times, but it was like he didn't hear me. There was no change in his breathing when he turned his head so his mouth was next to my ear and he suddenly bellowed at the top of his lungs, loud enough for everyone on that floor of the bathhouse to hear, and scaring me enough to unintentionally and tightly clench my pucker hole around his pulsing cock. Clearly my ass made him cum and I was grateful he used the condom. The mammoth man lay on top of me, catching his breath for a few minutes, as I remained trapped underneath him. He lifted himself up off of me and pulled his cock out. Without looking at me or saying anything, he got off the bed and headed toward the door. I intuitively said "thank you," as he opened the door to my room and walked away. I caught my breath for a moment before I lifted my hips and pulled the pillow from underneath my ass so I could position myself upright on the bed. I looked down and peeled off the ripped condom wrapper that was pasted to my chest by the mixture of my and the strangers sweat that was created from our bodies being so close together during the intense fuck. As I lifted myself upright, felt something else stuck to me. I grabbed at my ass and as I brought my hand up to my face, I held the unrolled condom from the guy who had just fucked me full of his cum.

My uncle started fucking me bareback when he was 25 y/o. Since I stopped at his place almost every day after school, by the time I graduated high school, I was a pretty experienced cumdumpster. After about 2 months of frequent and regular fucking/breeding sessions, my uncle started to invite his friends over to fuck and breed me as well. I'm sure having many different guys fucking me when I was young had a lot to do with my enjoyment of having many different partners. Since I love variety, my norm is to have ongoing sex with established fuckbuds as well as new guys fucking and breeding me too. I like a mix of fuckbud breeding sessions and 1st-time/one-off breeding by guys I'll likely never see again. I love hooking up with guys from outside my location who are traveling in my area. A lot of my breeding travelers are married [to women] men. Of the thousands of times I've been fucked, I know that the number of condom fuckings is less than 10—some were at parties when I was getting gangfucked and was more interested in quantity, so some guys who slid into me were wrapped. I certainly have turned down opportunities to get fucked because a guy wouldn't go bareback. I've never explicitly coerced any guy to fuck bareback, but I make it quite clear up front that I hate condoms; never use them. I choose not getting fucked if it isn't bareback. In general, guys who are hungry to fuck ass will bareback rather than walk away. A horny man who's all worked up to fuck is a beautiful thing . . . and my cum-hungry fuckhole knows that most will go bareback—especially when my hole is sloppy and oozing cum from guys who already bred me. Most guys love fucking holes that are already loaded—at least the guys that my fuckhole crosses paths with.

Yeah, I fucked a lad the day after his 16th birthday. I met him before that and he wanted to fuck but I made him wait until he was 16. It was worth it. I teased and stretched his hole then I mounted him and broke him in gently but firmly. I enjoyed giving him his first (of many) loads

Author’s Note #1: It gives me great pleasure to introduce a new and original story entitled The Master Pathogen. This is a first for BZ - a collaboration between myself and @kspozcum, whom you know from his current stories The Bareback Chronicles and My Education of the Summer. I’ve ever written only one story for BZ, a little first-wave distraction from five years ago called You Asked For It!, and I didn’t intend to write more poz fiction. This new story came about as I intended to finish another story that had been abandoned, and I asked @kspozcum to work on it with me. Finding it restricting and pigeon-holed based on its origins, we eventually scrapped it and made our own story. The result is a much more cohesive tale, science-backed, characters with personality, all peppered with real-life experiences. While inspired by other things, it is not a derivative work or a continuation of anything. Not only was the pitcher replaced, but it got filled with stronger booze. LOL Working on this has been so fulfilling and a joy to create. He and I will be here to field questions and comments, and you may write to either of us privately if you want to discuss something about the story in depth. We’ll try to give it weekly updates, and to get you started, we’re giving you TWO chapters. It’s a mixture of gay military fiction, biomedical thriller, and poz fiction disguised as body horror. It does lean more into the drama than the sex, but the sex is pretty visceral and intense, so don’t worry about that. @kspozcum will have the next post, followed by the first instalment. We hope you enjoy our collaborative efforts. - leatherpunk16

My poz butt. It needs more toxic loads.

If you aggressively pinch tender soft tissues for 36 hours, you will do some real damage. It will take time for it to heal. Basic care is important - keep it clean and do your best not to irritate it any further. It would also be appropriate to seek medical help - they might, for example, be able to give you medication to reduce the inflammation.

Oh yes - always wanted rubber until ... Met a guy who was at night shift alone, He fucked me - with rubber as agreed - in the bathroom. He was big and it was hard at my hole. I didn't hear a snap but felt a release, obviously when the rubber snapped and his precum lubed me, he continued fucking me and for the first time I felt a cock pulse in me as he shot his load. That and the feeling of his cum dripping made a change for me. No condom is now my rule.

One of the things I truly appreciate about this story is that it remains agnostic on getting infected with HIV. Our site here is about barebacking. Barebacking includes risks of STIs. But there are great ways to control that these days while still enjoying every bit of barebacking. None of sees any of the pills our sex mates might have swallowed before we got there. Being poz doesn't make one better or badder. It's one of the things that might happen when we bareback. It reflects nothing about prowess. What I find so great is that Buck is happy to gift, but whether or not that happens doesn't impact his love of barebacking. Similarly us poz guys may or not be on meds. And this really isn't about gifting I think nearly as much as it is about us maintaining our health so we can enjoy more bareback pleasure. Pressuring others to poz, or to not poz seems way too common. Better for us to attend to ourselves and let others attend to themselves as suits them. @Uncut300 a delightful story you've crafted. Thanks!

Yes it do, i am a bottom but i feel so proud when I can serve alpha-men, even when i am very masculine

Happy with my partner for yrs, he top/ btm here. Love home life, but cheat if i can at times. Today just off shopping , gym& stuff. Got a urge, stop at rest area& cruise. Saw a black old guy hanging sround, so went to mens room- he followed, at urinal& saw his cock, well i blew him in handycap stall, fed on his wude uncut dark meat, seallowed& felt great not guilt, other do thus????

I’m also married many years and we stopped being sexual with each other after a few years together. He’s got trauma that he’s working on but he’s basically asexual. So I’ve been getting dick on the side pretty regularly for over a decade now. He’s aware but has made it clear that he doesn’t really want to know about it cause it makes him feel like he doesn’t meet my needs but I’ve been pretty honest with him and he has come to accept it without any drama or passive aggressive behavior. He walked in on me blowing a street hustler one time and he just went about his business lol. i have rules- nothing serious, nobody either of us knows socially, be discreet and respectful and don’t bring anyone to our home who i don’t know well enough to trust around our shit. while I wish he would be more open to participating (I tried that early on) I can honestly say that i can get my groove on in a compartmentalized way that keeps my relationship secure and still allows for my sexual satisfaction

I defintly love cocks at both ends feeding me cum. Fun with a group, DP, and drinking cum would be so hot! 🤪

I usually cream my morning coffee with my fresh sperm

Back when I could ejaculate, I would regularly eat my own cum. Sometimes I would eat my soon to be ex-wife’s pussy to give her an orgasm after I had cream pied her. When I was younger, I was flexible enough that I could lay on my back and bring my legs over my head and get the first two inches of my cock into my mouth. I would then suck on the end while jerking until I would cum.

Had a top who used call me to service his cock in his office some afternoons. I would clean out, lube my ass and go over. No one was around. He would just have me bend over with my ass in a jockstrap and start fucking me. He had a very fat cock and would just push it in straight to the hilt as started to fuck me taking breaks to unload his piss in my hole. The resume fucking me with the piss splashing out of my sloppy cunt. He was a heavy summer and saved it to cum over my face and rub it into my face and hair. I’d leave with his cum visible in my hair and a wet crotch from his piss. Loved our no nonsense piggy meets.

I have been sucking off this “straight” guy since COVID lockdowns, and nothing has changed since 2022. He is well hung, has a partner, she doesn’t suck or swallow. At least twice a week I get a text to see if he can come over. If I’m free I always say yes as I know he needs to drain his balls down my throat. Beautiful cock, but he has never touched me, sits on the lounge watching straight porn while I just suck him off and swallow his loads. I clean him up good and proper with my mouth, gets up pulls his pants up, taps my face and says “thanks” and leaves. His cock my job simple as

Thanks for the comments so far. Im glad people are enjoying it. ______________________________________Part 5 *have it your way* The text keeps flashing through my mind even hours later when my wife and I went to bed. What is he going to do? His note just said no rules for a while but I just keep getting the feeling it's going to be more. I get almost no sleep that night the cage and the daunting feeling keeping me awake most of the night. I go to the gym bright and early and join Sir Nate in the locker room. "Good morning Sir" I say his smell hits me right away. It seems stronger somehow. It makes me want to be naked with him. I'm not gay. I'm just doing this to get my cage off. "Good morning boi" he replied. "I heard someone got in trouble." His tone made me feel really bad. "I'm sorry Sir I made a mistake. It won't happen again" he pulls out my work out clothes from his bag. "Good Boi. If you didn't fail you'd have the next rule right now" He's walkig towards me his smell getting stronger my head starting to go fuzzy. "Here's your workout uniform today" there was no jockstrap. I want to ask for one but can't seem to form words. All I see is him in his singlet and his chest hair. I kind of want to smell his chest imagining this fuzzy feeling becoming permanent just a bit of fuzzy and euforia. No wait I have a wife, I can't do this to here. I quickly strip with Sir Nate right beside be. While I'm completely naked he feels up my body a little bit keeping what little distance is between us. After he drops his hand I put on the new singlet which is the same cut as last time but this one is dark green while wearing it you can clearly see my cage sinch I have no underwear to hide it. We headed out into the gym. We do various work outs and I notice that Sir gets a lot closer during them. Usually he is on the machine beside me or something along those lines but this time he uped my weights by a lot and says he needs to spot me. I feel his cock rubbing against me the entire session. None of the body builders seem to notice, or they don't mind. When we are doing bench press his cock is pretty much pressed against my face. I should be disgusted but I feel like I'm about to break my cage my dick is trying so hard to grow. I just want to lick his cock. I could if I wanted to, I would just need to stick out my tongue. No. wife. Straight. me. "Your almost there I think your master will be pleased with your progress." His voice snaps me out of my train of though" "What?" He slaps me hard across my ass. I'm doing squats now. I don't even remember moving. We are alone I the gym now and our singlets are around our waste. He back behind me spotting me again and I can feel his cock pressing against my ass through the layers of spandex. "What Sir" "Sorry Sir, what did you mean Sir" "Better, I think Jackson will be impressed with your body, it's not much now but you can see it will be the way he likes it." "Thank you Sir" We finish up our work out and back in the changeroom he gives me a jock strap to wear. I take off the singlet which he takes from me and I start looking for my clothes. "Sir do you know where my clothes are?" I ask "Yes I do" as I see him add my singlet to a bag of my clothes. He zips it up "you are expected at Master Jacksons in an hour. Good luck" he takes my clothes and leaves. How am I going to get to my car in nothing but a jockstrap? I trun to grab my keys from the locker remembering I keep them in my pants. I don't need to get to my car I need to get to Jackson's house. Fuck me. I find a towel in the locker room but no clothes any where. I guess I will have to use this. I wrap it around my waist tight and start walking. Sir Nate told me I had an hour Jackson's house is is a 55min walk so I have to get moving. I know of some hiking trails so I get most of thebway there just seeing confused hikers. But when I have to go back on the main streets the worse thing happens. I almost got hit by a car. I get up about to tear this guy a new one when Sean gets out of the car. "What the fuck are you doing" he yells "why are you naked." "I'm not naked and can you drive me somewhere." I get in his car before he responds" "What happened" I relayed the info as he drives and he just shakes his head at me. "I need you to divorce my mom she doesn't need this kind of shit again." "I told you I'm not gay. I'm not enjoying this. Do you think I have a choice in the mater." "I do think you're enjoying this. If you didn't want to run around in a jockstrap you would have asked the front desk of the gym to borrow their phone and called your wife." I'm silent the idea didn't cross my mind. "Exactly, you keep saying you don't want this but from where I'm standing it seems like every decision you've made is to encourage it." "I made one mistake you can't say every decision" "You say the letter said no more rules for a week if you failed to provide photo evidence of wearing thongs and jockstrap. Then why did you not wear the thong. You could have worn your boxers over or just taken the thong with you but I think you wanted the extra week." He parked and pretty much pushed me out of his car "fucking fags they are the worst at thinking" he drives off. I didn't want the extra week. I didn't want the extra week. Why do I need to convince myself of this. I go inside and Jackson orders me to start cooking right away. I cook everything. We eat in silence. When he starts fag school he asks "how are you going to make me happy and forget your blatant disregard for my rules?" "All I can off you is my dick Sir" if I don't get a rule at least I'll get to cum. "OK I think I have something in mind" fuck yes. It's better than nothing. We go to the bed room and I'm about to take my jockstrap off when he stops me. "Not yet" he puts chains on my ankles. "This way you can't take the jock strap off unless I let you" He teases me going down my body as he unlocks me and the moment the cage is loose. I'm like a rock, full mast, ready to be blown. He walks over to the other side of the bed and grabs something from his bed side table. Coming back I realise it's a condom. He puts it on me and kneels on the bed doggy style. "Umm. Aren't you going to blow me?" "I think you know what you have to do to let me forgive your error" Fuck

Im not loose at all when compared to any of you, and I cant take a fist. But over the years, I have noticed my hole is not the same as it used to be. Which is a huge turn on to me, that I loosen up faster, that I can take cock easier. That being said, having a very loose, ruined, puffy cunt lipped hope is a huge fantasy of mine. A hole so loose that ANY cock could slam in to the balls in one thrust just from my hole being spit on. No warm up, just slam it in with no resistance. I also really want to experience being punch fisted. I love those vids of a GAPED open hole being bunched. I love the feeling of anything popping in and out of my hole, I think it would be hot to be owned by a dom master that INSISTED I have my hole ruined. Even to the point it gets to be more extreme than I am comfortable with, till my hole is RUINED.

Wanker’s Story: I still couldn’t think of why Sarge singled me out. We’d just gotten back from the field, tired and muddy. It was dark out, but it gets dark early in November at this latitude. At least that’s what was explained to me when I asked Bootlicker a couple weeks ago. There was something about the tilt of the earth, position around the sun, blah blah blah, something, something hemisphere seasons and rotating. Bootlicker had all the answers. I couldn’t remember jack shit. But as Sarge said, grunts don’t think, they get shit done. Bootlicker could have just said “because it gets dark “ and that would have been enough. But fucking no, he had to pull out his brain and write a fucking book. Like anyone needed a brain in the Army. Follow me, that’s all we needed to hear. Standing at attention waiting for who knows what left my mind time to wander. Sarge didn’t say a thing. He stood six feet away, behind me. No one else was there, but it was obvious we were waiting for someone else. “Don’t even breathe, Private Sendahl. Don’t you fucking move. Tell the truth, and maybe I can find a way to keep you in your unit. You DO NOT want to go where they send troublemakers.” Sarge growled in a whisper behind me. At that moment, the lieutenant walked in from the door across from us. I executed my very best salute, hoping it passed muster with Sarge. “At ease, Sergeant.” Having not been released, I remained at attention. The lieutenant sighed. “Well I didn’t need this headache after the stunt you pulled with the Bravos, Sarge. No gear, no equipment? And you knew it was going to rain. Anyway, it’s been dealt with. This childish bullshit though? This went beyond a simple prank. I get it, we compete with Alpha, Charlie and Delta. I look the other way, as do the other lieutenants. For most of it. We got lucky that Sergeant Horvath came to me. Rather than take it up the chain.” The lieutenant’s dark eyes stared at Sarge, then examined me. “He’s the one?” He asked. “Yes sir.” Sarge replied. The lieutenant paused. I could feel him sizing me up. 5’10”, 165 pounds, mostly muscle but I loved chips and donuts. Definitely in shape, I had nothing to be ashamed about. I could even see a couple abs if I flexed them. Brown hair in a regulation buzz cut, nothing extreme like the high and tight some guys wore, just short enough to not have to do anything with it. Demon liked his hair crazy, I just wanted to forget mine was there. I had other things to worry about, like the pranks I loved to commit. I slowly put it all together as lieutenant let the silence smother us all. Oooooohh, the drama. It was lost on me. I was trying to crank up my moronic brain to figure out what I was in trouble for. In my defense, it could have been, like, six things. I was really busy. But hearing Sergeant Horvath’s name, and a prank gone too far, it pointed to just one. Sergeant Charlie told the lieutenant what I did to Charlie’s shampoo in their showers. Still, I think they were overreacting. We called all the sergeants by their platoon designation. Charlie had four, we had four, the Alphas had three and the Deltas had four. Sergeant Horvath was one of the four Sergeant Charlies. “Well, Private. Explain yourself.” The lieutenant ordered. “Sir. I replaced the shampoo with contact adhesive, sir.” Did I see a grin starting? Nope. It disappeared. Back to Officer Angry-with-my-bullshit. Lieutenant Disappointed-with-my-childish-actions. “Do you consider your actions well thought out?” He asked. That stumped me. Was it a trap? I mean, of course I thought it out, I didn’t guess what to put in there, how to sneak into their showers, how mad they were going to be. I thought about it a lot. In fact, it gave me something to laugh about while I shivered in the cold rainy mud all last week. I thought about it probably a hundred times. That pretty much defined ‘well thought out’ in my head. “Uh, yes sir? I planned it all out, executed my mission, and I guess since I’m here , the results were successful. I guess my answer is yes.” “NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!” The lieutenant yelled. I flinched. “He turned to Sarge, who I couldn’t see. “Is he truly that brilliant AND stupid? “Sir, I believe he’s just stupid.” Sarge the rat bastard replied. I was honest. He told me to be honest. So, honest equals stupid. Lesson learned, oh great Army command! You’d think by now I would have learned you should NEVER give your honest assessment to a superior, unless you were in battle. “Don’t you love digging that latrine, Private?” An honest answer gets you a week of latrine duty. So you yell “I LOVE digging latrines for the Army, Sarge!” The lieutenant shifted back to me. “I’m going to let the Sergeant explain every boneheaded mistake you made. Not that it’s likely to make it into that dense bowling ball you carry around on your shoulders. And he gets to decide what to do with you. Dismissed.” I followed Sarge in silence. My Sarge, Sergeant Walters, wasn’t that much taller than me, but he was built like a brick shithouse. He probably weighed 185 or 190. He looked like he could break me into pieces. Wide, bulky shoulders tapered down to a 30 inch waist, then ballooned out to a meaty solid ass before thickening into beast like thighs and calves. His BDUs bloused perfectly at the top of his size 11 boots. Of course Sarge did everything we did in PT, but he also hit the gym twice a day. I’d seen him there on the few occasions I went myself . I couldn’t imagine how much he had to eat to maintain that level of physicality, but it had to be at least twice as much as me, but without the donuts and other garbage. He marched in that precise, measured stride that all soldiers eventually adopted, each step the same length, the same timing, only it wasn’t a stiff parade march, just a casual stroll. He probably had a favorite marching cadence that played constantly in his head. The man seemed to eat, breathe and sleep Army. I wondered which one. Whatever disciplinary consequences he was going to dole out, it wasn’t going to be in the Sergeant’s block in the barracks. So… unofficial punishment? See, I wasn’t as stupid as he thought. I congratulated myself with a self satisfied look on my face. As if he could see my face from 6 paces ahead of me, he growled “wipe that FUCKING grin off that ugly mug, Private!” He led me to another building on the post, one I hadn’t been permitted to enter before now. We got to a small room just large enough for a desk and filing cabinet. He closed the door behind him. I stood there off to the side and he came around to lean his ass against the military issue desk, your basic gun metal gray rectangular block of metal. “You’re not going to like this Private. But we have to do it. It’s going to keep you with your unit. Do you want to stay with your unit?” I gulped. I guess it just hit me that I was in bigger trouble than I figured. “Yes Sergeant, I want to stay.” “Then you’re going to have to take this like a man. You pissed off both the right guy, and the wrong one. See, Horvath was willing to keep this from going up the chain, which means you have an out. But you have to choose to take it. In your career with the Army, you’ll have many choices like this… well, not exactly like this, but we don’t always want to send things up the chain. It causes a mess. It brings investigations. It means paperwork and hearings and meetings with officers. It means black marks on your record. “. Sarge sighed. His voice became less intense, almost caring. “We could have looked the other way for all of this. I have to admit, contact adhesive… those Charlies had to shave their heads. I admire how diabolical that was.” He chuckled, crossing his arms, which made his pecs bulge into massive hills. His smile dropped. “Mistake one: you didn’t recon to detect surveillance. There are cameras inside and outside every barracks. Mistake two: you didn’t camouflage your appearance, and made yourself easily identifiable. Mistake three: you used military resources without authorization - the contact adhesive you took from maintenance, again without avoiding surveillance or employing camouflage. Those three things, we could have overlooked or at least turned into a minor infraction. But mistake four: the damage to the shampoo dispensers resulting in destruction of Army property… that’s taken very seriously. Do you understand, Private?” “I do, Sergeant.” I said in a weak voice. “What’s going to happen?” I was starting to get scared. It was just a prank, but Sarge was right. In my rush to prank the Charlies, I forgot my training. I KNEW all that shit. Although my unit wasn’t recon, we were still taught not to move without proper intelligence, revise the plan and mission accordingly, and most of all cause ONLY the damage necessary to accomplish the mission. We weren’t artillery, just letting the shells fly, blowing shit up. “Pain. Humiliation. And hopefully a lesson learned.” Sarge explained. He sighed again. “Drop your drawers Private, and lean over the desk, chest flat, legs spread.” I froze for a second, then went on automatic. I took off my trousers and boxers, feeling scrawny next to Sarge’s fit muscles. “I have to ask, Sendahl. Have you ever had anything up your ass?” “No Sarge, I’m not gay.” I said, slightly offended. “I’m not asking if you’re gay. You know I’m not allowed to ask that. Plenty of straight guys like getting their asses played with, sticking things up there, a girlfriend’s finger during a blowjob, their own finger when jacking off, vibrators, lots of stuff. No shame in that. No shame in being gay, either. I know a few gay soldiers. Good men, tough, dedicated. Know some lesbian soldiers too, and I can tell you now the Army, Marines and Navy have seen both gay and lesbian soldiers serve with honor, valor, bravery and distinction throughout our history. But I’m not asking if you’re gay. I’m saying what’s coming next would be easier if you were. Now, you have to choose. Horvath is going to come in here and fuck you in the ass. That’s the punishment he chose to make you serve. It will hurt like hell, but I can do something to make it not as painful. I can’t do anything about Horvath’s huge dick, but I can break you in before he gets here. He won’t be gentle, but I will. And hopefully you’ll be able to walk out of here on your own legs. But it’s up to you. Either you take your punishment from Horvath, or we send this up the chain. What will it be?” I’d heard nightmares about guys getting raped, how their assholes got torn up, their insides ruptured. I doubted Sarge and Horvath would do that to me deliberately, a soldier with an obviously raped ass would start an investigation that would make shampoo dispensers a joke. But it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen by accident. I had a choice, but it didn’t feel like a choice at all. Still, my training told me the more you accepted something disagreeable, the easier it was to complete the task. Running five miles was easier if you didn’t focus on the pain, but reminded yourself what you were getting out of it, becoming stronger. I looked Sarge in the eye. “I’m sorry I fucked up, Sarge. Thanks for finding a way out of this for me. I’ll take my punishment.” Sarge looked a little sad at first, which I appreciated. I felt better for the sympathy. Then he said “what’s pain, solder?” “Pain is what we eat for breakfast Sarge!” I barked back automatically. “Alright. I will let you in on a secret. This probably won’t be your only time taking it up the ass in the Army. So relax, it doesn’t mean anything, or change who you are. It doesn’t mean you’re gay, or going to turn gay. I’m not gay, but I’ve taken it up the ass more than a few times for my brothers. “ “Really? You?” In my surprise I forgot his address. He just raised one eyebrow, shrugged, then grunted. “On your knees, Sendahl.” He said, unbuckling his belt. “ I’m not going to be able to do this without some help. And you absolutely don’t want Horvath to be the first one in there.” I knelt in front of Sarge, watching him unzip and peel down his combat uniform pants and underwear. The tails of his shirt hung over his crotch, and he pulled it up, exposing his soft dick and hanging balls. His junk was shaved completely smooth, which wasn’t too much of a surprise. More and more guys were trimming or shaving completely. His set looked hefty, thick, and manly, even soft he hung about four or five inches. He began unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it and laid it out on the desk behind him. “Better get started. Take my dick in your mouth, get me hard.” He commanded. I scooted closer. I could smell the week of sweat and musk coming off his crotch. His meaty thighs pressed together and pushed his cock forward, his large nutsack supporting it. I could see his balls moving inside his sack. The smell wasn’t a turnoff, just reminded me of how all the guys smelled after a workout or hard duty, even myself. I closed my eyes and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. The first cock I had ever sucked. I’m not going to lie, I always admired Sarge, kind of worshipped him, his dedication, how he could be an asshole but always with the goal of making us better soldiers. He was tough, but fair. He looked out for our unit, saw to it that we were pushed past our limits but never too far. Something about thinking of him that way clicked my brain over from having to do something distasteful to trying to do my best. If that meant sucking his dick, I wanted to do it right. I pulled it all the way into my mouth and sucked. “There you go, that’s right. Press your nose up against my crotch.” He told me. “Don’t suck hard, that’s not the trick. Just a little suction. That’s it, you’re doing great, Sendahl. Now swirl your tongue around.” I could feel his shaft getting fuller, harder, more solid in my mouth. I thought I tasted a tangy flavor, just a little. I wondered what that was. “Good, now slowly back it out, but not all the way. Then go back down. Slow. Gentle. Use your tongue. That’s it. Reach up and play with my balls.” I was grateful for his instructions. I had no idea how to suck dick. I promised myself to remember what he was saying so I could use it with the girls I hooked up with. I almost laughed at the thought that giving a blowjob was going to get me better blowjobs for myself later. “Don’t swallow all your saliva, your spit makes it feel better. A sloppy blowjob is the best kind. Keep moving.” I placed my other hand on his upper thigh, unconsciously rubbing up to his stomach to feel his hard abs, then coming back down to his pubic area to feel the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I suddenly wanted my eyes open. This wasn’t as bad as I thought. His scent was making me a little dizzy, the humid heat of his powerful thighs hitting me in the face. His cock continued to grow every time I tried to get down to the base, which was just not possible anymore as he was too big and was starting to hit my throat, making me gag and choke. ‘Take it out and give it a couple strokes with your hand. There ya go.” I finally saw what I was dealing with. My first up close hard dick. A small string of spit bridged out from the thick head of his cock to my lips. He was about 7 to 8 inches long, so far, almost fully hard. I watched it as I stroked him, my other hand still fondling his big nuts. They reminded me of Sleeper’s nuts, hanging a good five inches down, loose and full. I wished my balls were like his. There was just something masculine about big nuts. “Keep stroking, and lick my nuts. Take them in your mouth, but just one at a time. You won’t be able to get both in at the same time.” I did as he ordered, letting my tongue run over his sack. The musky smell was stronger, the taste of old sweat kind of pleasant. I cleaned his entire scrotum with my tongue first, suddenly wanting to lap up that manly flavor I now associated with strength, power, authority, protection… and brotherhood. It was amazing. I had always thought dick was gross. That balls were funny, but nasty. But Sarge’s balls were symbols of male potency. Trophies of masculine power. Orbs of confidence and strength. That was the moment I knew it wasn’t going to be the only dick I ever sucked. That I wanted to smell that smell again, taste that male specific flavor. Feel that heat only a man’s crotch put out. Because of his nuts. I sucked his right nut inside my lips, past my teeth and found I wanted to swallow it whole. But they weren’t the size of walnuts, or small plums like most guys. Like Sleeper’s nuts, Sarge’s testicles were each the size of a healthy lime. I wanted them in my throat, I wanted to choke on them, each one. He was right, I’d never get them both in my mouth at the same time. But I wasn’t a quitter. And I wanted that, NEEDED that, needed to feel their firm softness filling my entire mouth. Positioned like I was, I looked up at Sarge past my hand still stroking his now hard, spit soaked dick, who was looking down at me with a pleased grin. “You like my nuts, Sendahl?” He asked with genuine curiosity. I let his right nut go from my suction, tightening my lips around it and tugging on it with my mouth as it passed through. “Fuck. They’re fantastic. And the way they smell and taste. I never thought a guy’s nuts would be like this.” And then I opened as wide as I could and stuffed both of them into my mouth, knowing I had to do it, I had to get all of them inside me. God, they were warm. I couldn’t even close my mouth, just had to jam my tongue in and around them without letting my teeth close. I heard Sarge groan. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk, soldier. Close your mouth a little, put some pressure on those beauties.” I did as ordered. I had to try to swallow, my mouth was filling with so much saliva I was going to drown myself on his incredible balls. I tried to bring my lips together around his upper sack, still keeping my teeth open. It wasn’t easy. I almost could, but didn’t want to hurt his most sensitive tools of manhood. “More.” He gasped. I could tell he was loving what it was doing. I decided to try to swallow. I let my throat open to drain the copious saliva, and one of his nuts went down. I almost choked, but I reflexively clamped my mouth down on his second nut, pressing my lips to the loose velvety skin of his upper nutsack. I gulped, kept gulping to get his nut to pass through my throat. I fucking lost my mind. My gripping throat was yanking his nuts, like a seal yakking down fish. “Fuck YES! Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!” Sarge panted. He stopped my hand stroking his dick. “Easy. Easy on my dick. Don’t make me shoot. How the fuck are you doing that?” He removed my hand, then opened his thighs to straddle my head, letting his hard dick rest on my forehead. “Stay there as long as you can breathe, kid. Fuck, no one has ever done that. “ My chin was now nestled up against his taint. I was still gulping, pulling his nut in my throat that wouldn’t descend further. I was amazed I wasn’t choking or gagging. It was just this firm globe stretching my throat just past my tonsils, but in spite of its size it felt good back there. My tongue and palate caressed and sucked the heady, musky flavor of his other nut, which felt like it fit perfectly in my mouth now. As I gulped, my chin rubbed across Sarge’s taint, and I could feel him pressing down into me, grinding the tender area into my chin. I kept it up for ten more seconds, but I had to breathe. Expelling those gorgeous orbs took a little care, so my teeth didn’t scrape them or tear skin. As they came free, his cock spasmed on my forehead, then trailed down between my eyes and across my cheek, leaving a thick trail of precum on its way. “Shit, that was amazing.” Sarge said, running his big paw across my buzz cut. “Get up on the desk, lay back on your back.” He pointed me to where he’d laid out his uniform and undershirt. I was glad I didn’t have to lay on the cold bare metal of the desk. “Lift your legs. We have to get you loosened up. Horvath will be here at 21:30. That gives me 15 minutes to get you ready to take the pounding he’s going to give you.” I did as he instructed, finding that laying on the warmth of his uniform calmed my nerves. I smelled him coming off the fabric. His scent familiar to me now, a smell I would never forget. In later years, I’d occasionally get a whiff of that scent from some other man around me, and my mind would instantly flash back to this moment. I’d look to see if he was near, my heart speeding up involuntarily, but knew that was impossible. He’d changed something in me. Whatever nightmare was about to happen, it was okay because my Sarge was there. I held my knees up to my chest, exposing my virgin hole. I decided that if I was going to get my cherry popped, Sarge was the only man I wanted to do it. I trusted him completely. He was doing this to protect me, save me from further pain and humiliation. I didn’t even care if he got something out of it. In fact I hoped he enjoyed it. Sick, I know. But you have to be in that situation, with a man like Sarge, to understand. I looked at him moving around to come up to my open asscheeks. I didn’t feel ashamed having another dude looking at my asshole. Whatever he needed to do, I fully accepted it. I was even a little curious how he would feel. I knew the heat of him, that warmth radiating off his huge body. It was too cold for us to be sweating, so his skin wasn’t shining, just completely smooth from his neck to his knees. I don’t know if he shaved his body too, but it made sense that he would. A muscle bulged on every part of him, big, solid pecs, rounded heavy shoulders, biceps that bunched up with every arm movement. You could tell his hair was blonde, its short clip reflecting the overhead lights. I breathed deeply and laid my head back on his uniform. I felt some warm drops of liquid going down my ass and running across my hole. I twitched. “Just a little lubricant, kid. Relax. Breathe. I got you. “ I did just that. But needed something more. I was afraid to ask, but more afraid not to. “Sarge. I need your smell. I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a pussy. But it relaxes me.” Knowing almost everything was under my back meant his underwear was the only article left. “Can… can I have…” “It’s okay, kid. This is going to be difficult. Just ask. No shame, remember.” I could have cried at the tenderness in his voice. “Your underwear. I need to smell you.” I felt his fingers leave the area around my hole. “Here you go. You want them on your face? Might be better that way so you can’t see anyway.” He held his boxer briefs up. They were black, Hanes. Good, I thought. The more they hugged his beautiful nuts the better. I wanted them in my mouth again, but his shorts would work just fine for smell, especially if he’d worn them for a long time. I nodded. “You sure? I’ve worn them all week, didn’t have a chance to change into new ones before this.” Again, concern for me filled his voice. “I’m sure. The stronger the better. You smell good.” Sarge chuckled. “It’s your funeral, kid. I hope they don’t make you pass out.” He bunched the up and pressed them to my face, holding them down onto my mouth and nose. “Breathe deep, I’m getting a finger in.” I sucked in the overwhelming odor of unwashed balls, his natural and specific mix of testosterone, sweat, hormones, and what I recognized as the slight tinge of dried piss and cum. His cum. From his balls. His incredible nuts. I wanted to suck the juices out of those Hanes boxer briefs. I wished I could. I felt my dick stir, just a little. “You okay, kid? Still with me? You’re doing great.” I hadn’t even realized he’d inserted two fingers in my tight nineteen year old ass. I initially went to clamp down, but instantly realized from the sharp pain that doing that was a mistake. I nodded and grunted an affirmative. “Good job soldier. We’ll get you there.” His large fingers moved around, gently massaging me from the inside while pressing and rubbing the outside of my sphincter with his other fingers. It didn’t feel all that terrible. My dick filled out another inch. “Another breath. Let my shorts take your mind off of what I’m doing.” He didn’t judge, didn’t say it cruelly. He actually sounded like he understood why I liked it. I breathed, and decided to get the fabric in my mouth. I pulled it in with my lips and teeth and ran my tongue over the material, and tasted a saltiness that made my mouth water. The flavor was intoxicating, knowing it was made by Sarge’s own body. I lost myself in savoring it, knowing I was moaning softly. “Well done, kid. I’m in. The hard part is over.” I reached up to move his underwear away from my eyes, refusing to take them away from my nose and mouth. Sarge was now pressed up against my ass, I couldn’t see his dick at all. God, he was burning hot against my ass. How could he put out so much heat? It felt good. His huge body stood above me, a gentle smile playing across his face. “I guess you like my shorts too? Glad they could help. It was like you didn’t even know what I was doing, you were so relaxed I slid right in, right to the balls.” “You’re in me? All the way in me?” I asked, muffled by his underwear on my mouth. “Oh yeah, and you feel pretty good in there. Now, I’m going to start slow, and it will be uncomfortable, but just keep doing what you’re doing. Then I’ll speed up. “ “Okay , Sarge. Do it. Fuck me. Open me up.” I knew the point was so that Sergeant Charlie didn’t injure me, and that maybe I wouldn’t be in any pain. I was glad I missed the exact moment Sarge popped my cherry. I didn’t want to know that. But I would remember his fuck. The only fuck I’ve ever had that made me think about being gay. His hard shaft pulled out slightly, then moved back in, so slow, so gentle, just easing in and out. I sucked more on his boxer briefs, moving them around so I could find the exact spot where the head of his dick sat pressed against his balls. I wanted the piece that was the most fully saturated with his musk. I inhaled it, drank it up while my head spun. I found it erotic and satisfying while driving a hunger I couldn’t describe. More, I wanted more. “There you go, kid. You feel amazing. So relaxed . You are taking all of me, so easily. Your ass feels amazing grabbing onto my dick. That’s it, it’s okay to enjoy it. No shame. Take your Sarge’s cock.” I let out a long, deep moan. It did feel good, stroking so deep inside of me, his thickness stretching my hole with every plunge. I relaxed my legs, letting my knees drop to either side of my chest. I wanted him deeper, wanted my ass open as much as I could manage to get him in. Just that small adjustment created a new feeling, I could sense every inch of his full manhood sliding in and out of me. It sent me to another place. I could feel those low hanging limes hitting my ass as he shoved into me, every stroke going all 8 inches from his head to the base, which felt even thicker than the rest of his shaft. All the way out. All the way back in, bottoming out every time with a little more force. Sarge watched me moan, saw my eyes travel across his sturdy muscles. “Touch me if you want. Do you want to feel my body while I fuck your tight grunt hole? “ I realized I did. I wanted to feel how he flexed with every thrust. I wanted to feel the animal hunt, attack, and feed. I reached up and grabbed ahold of his left pec, feeling its solidity, its sheer size that dwarfed my average hand. I grabbed and massaged, noticing how it tightened up on his downstroke, then relaxed on his withdrawal. His rhythm didn’t vary, still slow and even as he plunged his hard cock into my hole again and again. I suddenly wanted to feel his ass while he thrusted, knowing that was where his power originated for every stroke inside me. I moved both hands down his stomach, tracing every single abdominal muscle as they tightened and released. No fat, just skin over muscle. I suddenly thought of Zeus, our God, and wondered if he looked like this. He probably looked better, if that were possible. I reached Sarge’s hips, caressing them, feeling the bones of his pelvis, only a little harder and more solid than his muscles. My hands traveled around to his big, firm ass, so solid just like the rest of him. His glutes squeezed and relaxed, matching his pistoling cock. I unconsciously flexed my ass as he did, and Sarge gasped. “Yeah, I could feel that.” He said. “If you want to drive your buddy crazy, just do that on his dick. It feels amazing. Try it again.” I did. I tried to gauge when it affected Sarge the most. I waited until his head pulled almost all the way out, then flexed on it so his dick had to force its way back in. It didn’t even hurt, but the grunt from Sarge told me that was a good feeling. I did that a few times, using my hands on his ass to pull him into me harder every time. By now I had lost any inhibitions, I grunted and moaned whenever his thick cock hit me just right. “There it is. It feels good if you allow yourself to enjoy it.” Sarge said. “Best you don’t tighten down with Horvath, not this time. Just open up as much as you can, let him do his thing. God knows that’s what I do when he wants it. You’ll feel like a train is running up your shit tunnel, but he won’t take long. Horvath likes a quick violent bang. He’ll take you from behind, he thinks looking at who he fucks is too intimate. Which brings me to how I like to end things.” Sarge bent over, removing his now soaked underwear from my mouth. He smiled. “Looks like I’ll have to refill these for you. I think you sucked them clean. “ I gazed up into his ice blue eyes. I never noticed before how kind and soulful they were. His blonde eyebrows could hardly be seen, so light and thin as they were. His tanned face was clean shaven, his nose straight and not too large. It felt so strange studying the face of a guy who was shoving his dick in and out of my ass. My ass that I never thought would take a cock. My ass that I never thought would ENJOY taking a cock. I figured at that moment, it all depended on who was doing the fucking. I suddenly felt very lucky, very happy to expose my vulnerability. To this man, who was so kind, gentle, understanding and accepting. He must have seen the look on my face, the thankfulness in my eyes. “Aww, kid. I knew you had it in you. That feeling you’re having? That’s your love for your fellow brother. That’s why we do what we do out there. That’s why we sacrifice ourselves, why we’d step in front of any grenade, take any bullet for them. That’s what all of this means. That there’s nothing we wouldn’t do if they asked, if they were in need. I love you, brother.” “I love you brother.” I repeated. And then Sarge kissed me. A deep, searching kiss full of passion and need, love and understanding. Our tongues fought as he increased the pace of his strokes. But he always gave an extra hard shove when he bottomed out. I was kissing him furiously by now, wanting every part of him inside me. I was moaning like a whore. My entire body was on fire, willing him to fuck into me harder, deeper, more violently. And he didn’t disappoint. I could feel his passion increase, his thrusts become desperate. His cock felt like it was growing inside my ass, which pushed me into a frenzy. “Fuck me Sarge. Fuck me deep. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Please! “ I begged. I was still grabbing onto his rock hard ass, violently pulling him. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get even more leverage. “Yeah brother, I got you. I’m going to give you a fucking you’re never going to forget. I’m going to destroy your hole with my big dick. You want that? You want me to shoot my load inside you? You want my seed deep?” He said the words into my open mouth, punctuating them with his wide soft tongue. He bit my lip, nibbled on my tongue, slobbered all over my mouth, his saliva driving me insane as I tasted that part of him. “Fuck yes, Sarge! Use my ass like a pussy, fuck your cum inside me. Fuck it as deep as you can get it. I want it all.” I didn’t care what was coming out of my mouth. Sarge growled deep, “Yeah, your tight virgin grunt hole is gonna get filled up, buddy. I’m gonna take your cherry like a man. My little swimmers are going to flood your cunt. Your tight grunt hole is milking my fucking cock. Do that thing. Grab onto that dick you love and stroke it with your sweet little hole.” I didn’t hesitate. I started flexing my ass, and oh my God it felt so good. My arms were around his neck, my ankles and heels pressing on his ass with every thrust. He was plowing me like an animal, a huge sweating, mindless beast. His sweat, the scent it created on his skin pushed me over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh shit oh fuckfuckfuck” my dick started shooting cum up between us, his abs crushing my cock and balls. My nuts were practically inside my abdomen they were drawn up so tight. I spasmed every time his pole bottomed out, I lost count how many times I squirted. Halfway through my own incredible orgasm, Sarge grunted loud and deep. “Here it comes, kid. Take my load.” Then he speared his engorged cock deeper than he’d been before, let out a primal groan, threw his head back and his dick began throbbing and pulsing as he shot his heavy thick cum deep inside my guts. He pulled back once, and did the whole thing again, shoving his dick as deep as he could go. Once more , he repeated the shove, the groan, the throbbing. By the third one I was done cumming myself, so I could feel the spurts of his dick. He was pouring his seed inside me. That seed he made in his beautiful nuts, just this fuck, just for me. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, finding my mouth with his. The kiss he gave me was tender, generous, soft and gentle. “Mmmmmm, nothing like that feeling. Brother to brother. Giving each other a piece of ourselves. Taking away the pain.” Sarge mumbled. “Fuck! I love it every time!” He looked at me and smiled. “You’re a hot fuck, grunt. How was that? You okay?” I stared up at Sarge. I couldn’t believe it could feel that good. “That was amazing! I came without touching myself. I didn’t know you could cum with a huge dick fucking your ass, by HAVING a huge dick fucking you. Holy fuck Sarge!” Sarge chuckled. “The smaller ones are fun too, if they’re used right. But don’t worry, you’re not going to get all dick hungry. At least I don’t think so. You don’t seem the type.” “I don’t know, Sarge. I don’t WANT to get fucked again, but I kinda want to get fucked again.” I watched Sarge stand up, his cock still buried inside me, not softening at all. He looked down at my stomach and chest, then at his stomach, both smeared with my unintentional load. He swiped a big puddle with his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking my sperm off, licking them clean. “Not bad, kid.” He took another swipe, gathering more, and sucked it off his fingers too. “You surprised? Don’t be. Your brother’s seed is precious. Some guys don’t care for it, but I feel you honor your brother by taking his seed. Besides, yours tastes pretty good.” With that he leaned forward and licked my stomach clean. Slurping along, he came to my now soft dick, moving it into his mouth to clean it off. “Thanks kid.” He said after he finished. “I’m glad you enjoyed this. I wanted your first time to be good, to show you what it COULD be. You probably won’t enjoy Horvath quite as much, but who knows? It won’t feel bad or hurt if you allow yourself to enjoy it. That’s really the key.” As if Sergeant Charlie had a hidden signal, he walked in the door. He was so fast, I didn’t have a chance to jump or cover myself. Besides, Sarge didn’t move, letting his hands stroke my torso lazily. I was so relaxed I found I didn’t care. I just knew I didn’t want Sarge to take his hard dick out of my ass. But you don’t get what you want in the Army. “He broken in Walters?” Sergeant Charlie asked. I expected him to be angry, or at least gruff and sour. But instead he seemed like he was in a good mood. What the fuck? I couldn’t figure these Segeants out. “Yep Horvath. I gave him the good. Now you gotta give him the bad.” Sarge said. “You know I hate being the bad guy, Walters.” Sergeant Charlie complained. “Just once I’d like to be the good guy.” Sarge chuckled. “You know you can’t be the one to take a virgin grunt hole, Paul. You’re way too big. It never works. You need an assist? The kid’s got a great mouth, but he’s too green to manage your horse dick.” Horvath nodded and unbuckled his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.”

Hello, It's been a while but I'm back. I needed some time and space to process everything. The last few months sent me down a rabbit hole of darkness but I have come out the other side and I am in a much better place, physically and mentally. The next part will be out this week, I'm editing it at the moment. Thank you for being so nice and supportive. Who knew nasty pigs like y'all could be the kindest people I'd meet :)

I have been working at the building now 3 months and doing great but I’m still a virgin as to have never been fuck in the ass. Every shift I work I see guys get as fuck up as you can with drugs and have so much fun with each other and my desire to do so grows every day to have few men take me as their bitch. Larry as me is I would do a private shift as the rest of the place is closed so it will just the bar tender and me working. I see 5 men come and they head to the big room 1 is a young twink early 20s and is on a dog leach 2 of them look sick as they are very thin and the other 2 are very well built. I’m waiting for the green light to go on and for an hour it does not go on , then this guy who is dressed in a business suite & brief case walks witch is against the rules but he is being escorted by security. The green light goes on , I go in and its like they are having a business meeting with 5 naked men and 1 in a suite , the young boy is on his knees and papers are on the table, I’m ask to be a witness to the signing of the papers and about what is said. They are here to infect this boy with the HIV and the 2 sick looking certify that they are in fact they are not on meds and have AIDS. The other 2 are the boy owners as I found out later they have stable of boys who work for them. The one in the suite is a real lawyer who I have see here before , he ask the boy if he know why he is here , he says is to become infected with the HIV and become POZ, the boy signs the papers and then ask me to be a witness to the boy signing the legal papers. The lawyer leaves the room, I see the 2 sick guys putting a nasty looking ring in the head of their dick as I have see others have a Prince Albert but not like this.I’m told to get a case of water 6 heavy Gatorade ( I now know what is in the Gatorade GHB) 2 light points and 6 heavy points, poppers ,shards and some E pills as they want to keep this boy up for hours. As I’m leaving O don’t forget a few tooth brush ,what has me they are not asking for any lube? It takes me a few trips to bring all the supplies back as the 2 sick one are saying you are going to be our bitch tonight and get knock up with our babies. This boy is hairless like I am now but he looks so happy, they tell me any time I want to come in a watch I can as they leave the door open and there is really no one else here . So the bar tender and I will be watching this. The 2 sick guys take the boys and put him face down as one spreads his ass cheeks they spit by his hole and take the tooth brush, the boy is in some pain as they work the brush in his hole very deep, they take shard and stick that in and work the brush in again. The brush is coming out blood red and the shard is doing it’s work as they turn the boy over and strap his arm and give him a heavy slam and I have never see someone cough so much and the P.A. on the 2 sick one are just nasty looking. They turn him over and just ram their dick in this beautiful looking boy , even being this high he is screaming in pain and it does not take a long time for him to drop his toxic load in him , when he pulls out his dick is covered in cum and blood then goes right in front of the boy and with out saying a word the boy take the dick right into his mouth and cleans off the cum and blood as he finished the sick one says great job and gives him a kiss. The other one jumps turns the boy over on his back with the boys legs over his head and with the boys hole exposed puts his face right to it and is licking it clean , then takes his dick and rams it in this boys wreck hole wile the other 2 are twisting the boys nipples and giving him poppers and telling him he will soon be very busy boy working for them. They spend hours fucking , slamming and infecting this boy . What seamed very strange they all left but left the boy and told me to take care of him WTF, I call Larry and he says someone is coming down and for me to make sure the plug in the boy ass does not fall out. The boy is so fuck up he can’t even stand up and is asking for someone to fuck him as his hole is so empty even with a large butt plug in his hole. Security comes down and ask me to help and we are caring the boy , when we get to the third floor witch I have never been to before the door is already open, we set him on the bed as a nurse comes in and smiles and says nice a new member of the brother hood and spreads the boy ass cheeks and say they did good work as he puts a leather strap around his waist and through his crouch to hold the plug in.The nurse says to me in a few weeks he will be sick with the flu and in the mean time I will be taking care on him as he takes a syringe and injects something in his arm. As I'm leaving the floor the nurse says maybe one day he will be seeing me here and you can become a member of the brother hood.