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Part 2: I got in my car and drove home. My head was spinning. This was the first actual poz load I'd taken since going off prep and his load was still inside me. I was horny and scared, but also excited. I got home and needed a drink. While in the kitchen, one of my flatmates came home, the other flatmate worked nights, so I wasn't surprised that he wasn't there. Nick and I had been friends for years before moving in together. A lot of our mutual friends assumed we'd end up as a couple one day and were probably surprised that it hadn't happened yet. Nick and I were great platonic friends, but we couldn't be together, we didn't have that kind of spark. We did tell each other pretty much everything. Well, almost everything. He told me about his hook ups and I told him about mine. We were both fans of bareback and hated condoms, but I hadn't told him that I'd stopped taking prep. Nick was complaining that he'd lucked out. He'd gone to the effort of driving to the outskirts of the city only for the guy to tell him that he'd changed his mind. Nick was frustrated and horny. He then noticed that I seemed a bit off, like I wasn't paying attention because my mind was elsewhere. Nick: "Mate, what's up? What's go into you?" Me: "What's got into me? A guy with a big cock" Nick: "Hot. Tell me more" I told him about the guy who fucked me, and how I wasn't sure at first, and then how we'd asked another guy to make the decision for us. I left out the details about the first guy being poz and me being off prep. Nick: "That's hot. You're a slut. But why did you need the second guy to decide for you? Why didn't you just let the first guy fuck you?" Me: "I like being told what to do. It turns me on" Nick: "You've never shared that with me before. Do you like being used?" Me: "yeah, I do. There's something about being used for another guy's pleasure that gets me going" Nick: "Wow. That's kind of hot. So if some dude at a beat tells you that he's going to fuck you, you'll let him? Or does it need to be a different guy giving you instructions?" Me: "Either. It's hot when it's a different guy telling me who can fuck me, but I also like it when guys tell me that they're going to fuck me. Even better at a beat is when a guy doesn't ask or say anything, just turns me around, pulls my pants down, and fucks me" Nick: "What if he does ask you?" Me: "It depends. If he's hot, I might let him, but often if he asks me I find it a slight turn-off" Nick: "Interesting. What if he's ugly or something" Me: "If he asks, then I'll say no, but if he just dominates me then that's hot enough for me to let it happen" Nick: "Fuck. You are such a slut. Good thing you're on prep then, or you'd be a high risk" I couldn't lie. Nick knew me too well. Me: "Well, actually..." Nick: "What? you are on prep aren't you?" Me: "I stopped taking it. I didn't like it" Nick: "Well, your choice I guess" With that, Nick turned me around to face the sink and yanked my shorts down, then pushed me so i was leaning over. Me: "Nick, what are you doing?" Nick's shorts had also disappeared and his hard cock was touching my hole. Nick: "What do you think i'm doing? I'm going to fuck you" Nick pushed, and my ass went into autopilot, relaxing enough to let him in. I had never seen Nick's dick before, and at this point I still couldn't see it, but it felt thick. He pushed in and pushed further. How long was his fuck tool? It just kept going. I felt very full, and to be honest, his cock felt amazing inside me, but this was my friend, using me like a fleshlight. Me: "Nick, fuck, you're inside me. Why are you doing this?" Nick: "You have some random dude's load in you and you like to be used without being asked. I'm fucking horny and your story got me even hornier. I love sloppy seconds, so I'm not letting this opportunity disappear" He fucked me hard. It was weird at first that my best friend was fucking me after so many years of us kind of having a line that we wouldn't cross, but it felt so good. I wished I known how good he was at fucking years ago. He was fucking me deep. All the way in and then pulling out until just the head was inside me before thrusting back. While fucking me he started asking me more about the earlier fuck that evening. Nick: "Tell me about the guy who fucked you. Whose cum is currently lubing my dick?" Me: "He was taller than me, slightly older, fit. Good cock" Nick: "Did he have a big cock?" Me: "Yes, it was a great cock. Big and thick, but I think yours is bigger" Nick: "And this random guy just flooded your ass and you're not on prep. Did you bother asking him his status to see if it was safe for him to fuck you?" Me: "Umm... yeah, I asked him what his status was" Nick: "And he was safe? Can you trust him to be honest?" Me: "He was honest. He told me he was poz" Nick: "Fuck you are a slut. Neg, off prep, and taking poz loads. And now I'm fucking you using that poz cum as lube. You know my cock is massaging that cum in to you with every thurst" I swear he shoved his meat stick in harder and deeper at that comment. That pushed me over the edge and I came hands-free, conveniently into the sink in front of me. My ass tightened and with a final deep push that felt like it was in my stomach, Nick roared and emptied his balls inside me. He leant over me, catching his breath, before eventually pulling out. "We need to talk. But first, I need a shower" and he headed off towards the bathroom. I stayed where I was for what seemed like an eternity before pulling up my shorts, a bit worried about what Nick would say now that he has cum and isn't so horny. Nick had a quick shower and returned to the kitchen. He asked me why I'd gone off prep and when I told him that I was chasing and it made me horny, he confessed that he too liked it and often read the stories on BZ when he wanked. He didn't want to convert though, so he's staying on prep, but he wants to see a conversion, so he's going to use me for that. He also told me that he wants to fuck someone with the fuck flu, and he's going to use me for that too. He said he's going to be fucking me a lot in the future. He never asked, he just said he would.

Before I was on meds, I hooked up with a cute twink at a bar and we went to his place. He was on his back as I ate his smooth ass out until he begged for me to fuck him. I put my bare cock to his twinkie hole and pushed in with his legs wrapped around my waist. At first, I tore him up a bit because I only lubed him with my saliva and he was tense. But soon my cock was pre-cumming and coating his insides with natural lube of the most toxic variety. He relaxed and we both started to enjoy it. Even though his apartment was nice and cool, after about 20 minutes, I was sweating like a pig all over him. My pace became quicker and then I grunted as I came in him balls deep. I collapsed on him and we kissed. After a bit, I started to get dressed and ready to leave. The twink said, "you're clean, right?" "Sure." I replied.

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!

In Reply to blackrobe , Gay sex is technically illegal in Malaysia but the law is not pursued, there are no prosecutions unlike in parts of Indonesia There is a thriving gay underground, gay apps , gay saunas Unlike most western saunas some saunas are “ “gyms” but on a different level there will be dark rooms, maize , sauna , steam room. Best sauna is Otot , in Kuala Lumpur which has probably over 100 sexy guys on a weekend, there are also sleazy basic saunas , entry fee about $4 with dark rooms, heaving with action Super Blind sauna being one , also other saunas in Kuala Lumpur like Forest 52 , Kakiku , Mandi Manda For $35 US , without tip , there are many massage places with varying degrees of Happy Ending by sexy Asian young men in their 20s In Kuala Lumpur unlike Bangkok, there is only one gay bar Blue Boy , but most bars are gay friendly As regards attitude of the locals, , they don’t care if you are gay , none of my ex Pat friends have had any problems from neighbours, police, businesses Some of my Malaysian gay friends are out to their families, some not , but that’s not that different from some friends in USA I and my ex Pat retiree friends certainly have more fun than we did in US or Europe/ Australia I have friends in their 60s , 70s , 80s with boyfriends in their 20s & 30s , & the boys are not money boys , they often are attracted to older dads & seek the security of a relationship with an older man Any questions about retirement in Malaysia, just message me Below pic of one of my Malaysian friends

The night continues.......... I stagger back into the main bar area, the roar of music and chatter slamming into me like a second high. My ass throbs with a delicious ache, Jax's cum still leaking warmly down my inner thighs, soaking into the denim as I pull my jeans up fully. The sticky mess clings, a secret reminder of my surrender, making every step a teasing friction against my sensitive rim. My face flushes, body buzzing from the poppers and the illicit thrill, cock half-hard and twitching at the memory of that thick shaft splitting me open. I spot Jax at a high-top table near the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by three other guys—his crew, all rugged and built like him, laughing boisterously over pitchers of beer. They look like a pack of wolves, tattoos peeking from sleeves, easy grins that scream trouble. Jax sees me first, his eyes lighting up with predatory satisfaction. He waves me over, pulling out a stool with a foot. "There he is—my fresh convert," he says loud enough for his friends to hear, his German accent thickening with amusement. I slide onto the seat, thighs pressing together to hide the drip, but the way I wince draws chuckles from the group. Up close, they're all mid-30s, tanned from travel, with that backpacker vibe—faded shirts stretched over muscled chests, cargo shorts riding low on hips. One has a buzzcut and a scar on his lip; another sports a man-bun and piercings; the third is clean-shaven with a cocky smirk. All HIV positive, I had overheard Jax muttering earlier, on a medical break from treatments back home, turning their Canadian backpacking trip into a raw, uninhibited adventure. "This is the guy I was telling you about," Jax announces, slapping my back hard enough to jolt me forward. "Tight as fuck, took me like a champ in the hallway. You should see his hole now—gaping and greedy for more." The friends lean in, beers in hand, eyes raking over me with blatant interest. The buzzcut one, Lukas, grins wolfishly. "Jax's cum is potent stuff, ja? One load and you're hooked. Bet your ass is already craving round two—milking him dry like a pro bottom." I flush deeper, but the words send a fresh spurt of precum into my skimpy briefs, my rim clenching around the phantom fullness. Man-bun guy, Tomas, passes me a fresh beer, his fingers lingering on mine. "Heard you were negative before. Not anymore, eh? Jax breeds deep—turns safe boys into cumsluts. We'd all love a turn, but he's claiming you tonight." The clean-shaven one, Karl, laughs, raising his glass. "To conversions! Your bottom skills must be killer to handle that beast bare. Jax's loads are legendary—thick and sticky, sealing the deal every time." They toast, the lewd banter flowing as freely as the drinks, their flirting a constant press—hands brushing my arm, knees bumping mine under the table, comments laced with heat about how I'd look bent over for the group, Jax's seed marking me as off-limits at least for now. The whiskey and beer loosen me further, the group's energy pulling me in. Jax's arm drapes over my shoulders possessively, his breath hot on my neck. "Stay with me tonight? My hotel's a dump—shared room with these pigs. Yours got space?" I nod eagerly, the plan forming amid the haze: he'll crash at my spot for two nights, fucking me senseless after dark, while days blur into hangs with his crew—sightseeing, beers, whatever. They cheer the idea, Lukas winking. "Don't wear him out too much, Jax. Save some for brunch tomorrow—we'll see how well he walks after your potent cum works its magic." Hours slip by in a blur of shots and stories—tales of their German roots, wild nights across Europe, the freedom of their med break letting them fuck raw without a care. My ass twitches under the table, the cum shifting inside my, a constant tease. Finally, Jax hauls me up, kissing me rough in front of them. "Time to breed him proper," he growls, and they whoop as I stumble out into the night, his hand firm on my waist, guiding me to my nearby hotel. The door clicks shut behind me, the room's dim lamp casting shadows over the king bed and adjoining bathroom. Jax wastes no time, stripping us both with efficient yanks—my shirt over my head, jeans kicked off to reveal the cum-streaked thighs and my still-swollen hole, puffy and slick. His cargos hit the floor, cock springing free again, already rigid and leaking, the veins pulsing like they remember my grip. He grabs the poppers from his pocket, tossing my clothes aside. "Shower first—clean you up just to dirty you again." I follow him into the steamy confines, water cascading hot over our bodies as he soaps my back, fingers probing my crack. The once-bred ass and his potent cock awaken in the humid air, their voices a sultry echo in my mind, building on the hallway seduction with renewed hunger. MY ASS (my hole, still tender from the first load, a husky whisper rippling through my cheeks as water streams down, the rim fluttering under Jax's probing finger): You're back... I can feel you swelling already, that familiar heat pressing close. Your first cum's still deep in me, warm and sticky, changing everything. But I'm greedy now—bred once, wanting more of your potent gift. HIS COCK (Jax's shaft, bobbing under the spray, voice a deep rumble vibrating through the water, the head nudging my soapy cleft): Missed this mancunt. Look at you, loose from my load, begging for seconds. I'll fuck you clean in here, then fill you fuller. Poppers first—Jax is uncapping now. Snort deep; it'll make the water feel like lube, open you wide for my slide. Jax presses the bottle to my nose amid the steam; I inhale sharply, the rush hitting with the heat, muscles melting as he bends me forward against the tile. His cockhead catches my entrance, slick with soap and his precum, pushing in with a wet squelch. The stretch reignites the burn-pleasure, my walls yielding eagerly around his girth, the veins scraping fresh paths. MY ASS (yielding to the thrust, inner muscles clenching wetly, voice moaning under the water): Yes—breaching again, so thick in the steam. Guide me through it; how's this breed different, with your cum already coating me? HIS COCK (sinking deep, hips snapping forward to hilt me against the wall, tone commanding as water splashes): Deeper this time—mixing loads, making it stick. Feel me grind your spot? Each pump stirs my seed inside, prepping for the new flood. Poppers signal: huff as I ramp up; keeps you relaxed for the pound. He thrusts steadily, the shower amplifying the slaps of skin, my cock hardening against the cool tile as his balls smack my taint. Another hit of poppers loosens me further, turning the fuck into a slippery frenzy. My ass milks him, the dialogue fracturing into gasps. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning length, voice keening): Harder—stir it all! Your potency's building, swelling me. HIS COCK (throbbing near release, voice growling): Take the second load—blasting now, sealing you tighter! He erupts with a grunt, ropes of hot cum joining the first, overflowing to swirl down the drain. My cum untouched, spurting against the wall, body shuddering. Jax pulls out, the water rinsing the excess, but my hole stays full, throbbing. Toweled dry, I collapse onto the sheets, Jax pouncing like a predator. He flips me onto my stomach, knees spreading my cheeks to expose the bred pucker, now red and glistening from the shower load. Poppers bottle on the nightstand, ready. The voices return, intimate in the quiet room. MY ASS (face-down, cheeks parted, voice muffled into the pillow, rim winking): Twice bred, but not enough—your cock's calling me again. I'm yours now, converted and craving. HIS COCK (pressing the damp head to my entrance, voice a low purr as it dimples the ring): Good boy—feel how I'm leaking already? This load's for owning you through the night. Poppers: Jax is holding it—inhale slow, let it sink in with me. The vapors flood me, ass blooming as he mounts and drives in balls-deep, the dual loads squelching around his shaft. He fucks prone-bone style, weight pinning me, cock grinding deep with long, deliberate strokes. MY ASS (impaled and rocking, walls fluttering): So full—your veins mapping me again. Tell me how this breed cements it. HIS COCK (thrusting rhythmically, balls dragging my skin): Mixing everything, flooding your core. Poppers keep the pace—snort when I say, turns pain to pure need. Mid-fuck, another hit amplifies the ecstasy, his pace turning brutal, bed creaking. I claw the sheets, prostate hammered, as he floods me third—no, second for the bed, but the count blurs in bliss. MY ASS (spasming): Cum—breed me deeper! HIS COCK (erupting): Full again—my potent seed claiming every inch! He collapses atop me, cock plugging the load, both drifting into sated sleep. Sunlight filters through curtains as Jax stirs, his morning wood rigid against my thigh. I wake to his hand spreading me, the night's cum crusted but my hole slick and ready. Poppers nearby, the dialogue ignites with dawn's freshness. MY ASS (morning-swollen, voice sleepy but eager): Again? Your cock's insatiable—three times now, but I need this final breed to start the day. HIS COCK (rising hard, tip tracing my crack): Morning loads hit different—fresh and thick. Poppers wake-up call: huff it, open for my ride. I snort, body igniting as he rolls me to my side, leg hooked over his hip for a lazy spoon-fuck. He slides in easy, the built-up seed lubing the way, thrusting slow-building to urgent. MY ASS (grinding back, voice husky): Yes—stir the night in me. How's this one seal the two nights? HIS COCK (pumping steadily, hand stroking my cock): Last for now—flooding you full before brunch. Poppers for the finish: inhale, milk me dry. The rush peaks with his, cum jetting hot as I spurt over his fist, sealing the marathon. We meet Jax's friends at a sunny café, legs shaky but ass humming with three loads. They smirk knowingly, Lukas sliding me a mimosa. "Looking bred, ja? Jax's potent cum got you glowing." Tomas winks. "Bottom skills on point—walk us through the night?" Jax laughs, arm around me, as banter flows, plans for the day ahead in their flirty pack.

First attempt at a story. Hopefully it flows and there aren't any major spelling or grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went to a public cruising spot one night, about a month after I stopped taking prep. I was keen to take a random guy's load. I arrived and for a while I was the only one there. I noticed another guy approaching and made the usual signals to show that I was looking for fun. He looked a few years older than me, and good shape. I hoped he was a top (bottoms are a lot more common here) and I hoped he had a big dick. He came over to me and we felt each other up, got our cocks out, and played with each other's cock while talking about what else we wanted to do. He had a nice dick. I think it was probably about 8", and a good thickness, with a thick mushroom head. I told him that I was keen to get fucked and take a random load, but that it was risky for me to do it. He asked me why it was risky and I told him that I'd stopped taking prep and therefore I was unprotected. He asked me if I was scared that I might take a poz load, and I said that I was scared, but that it also turned me on, and I said that was the main reason for my decision to stop prep. He said in that case I should let him fuck me. We were both still gently rubbing each other's dick and I could feel that he was leaking precum. A lot of precum. He was one of those guys who supply their own natural lube. I just said that it was hot and turned me on, and that he had a beautiful cock, and I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't know for sure. I was a bit nervous now that there was a poz dick ready and wanting to fuck me. He said that he thought I should let him fuck me because my answer wasn't a no, so I probably wanted it. He said he was horny and his dick wanted to get inside me. I was very nervous and undecided. At that point, I hadn't been fucked by any random guys since going off prep, and while it turned me on, I was nervous about the whole situation. I didn't say anything and just continued to slowly massage his cock, rubbing his poz precum all over it. We looked over to another section of the beat, about 50 yards away, and there was a guy sitting on a park bench, with his cock out, having a wank. We were in a dark area, so I don't think the guy on the bench had seen us. The poz top said "I have an idea. I want to fuck you, but you're undecided. How about we go over there and ask that guy what he thinks. If he says I should fuck you, then I fuck you." I think that flipped a switch in my head because I was turned on by the poz talk and by us playing with each other, and now the decision to fuck wasn't mine, so I said "ok, let's ask him". We walked over to the wanker, and I said to him "we need you to help us make a decision. He wants to fuck me, but I'm undecided. Neither of us brought a condom so if he fucks me, it'll have to be bareback." I hadn't finished explaining the situation and the wanking guy said immediately "he should fuck you" I said "before you make a decision, we'll do whatever you tell us to, but I need you to know that I'm neg and not on prep, and he's poz" The wanker didn't even take a moment to think about it and just said "he should fuck you here, so I can watch" The poz guy wasted no time. He spat on his dick, moved behind me, and started to push in, and said to me "relax that hole. He said that we have to fuck, so I have to fuck you now" I just said fuck, and let him in. His spit and his own copious precum meant that he slipped in easily, even considering the size of his knob. It felt so good when he was balls deep. Nothing feels as good as being impaled on a large bare cock. I lost my inhibitions about letting his poz dick inside me and enjoyed the sensations. While fucking me, the poz top pushed my head down and made me suck the wanking guy's cock. I could feel the top speed up a bit and I realised he was going to cum. I remembered that it would be risky for me to take his load, and wondered if I should tell him to pull out but before I had a chance, and while my mouth was still full of the other guy's cock, he asked the other guy if he should breed me, he said "I'm going to cum. Should I cum in his ass?" The other guy asked him if I was he telling the truth earlier about me being neg and him being poz. The top said "yes. I'm poz and he's neg. Can I cum inside him?" The other guy said "I don't care. Cum in him if you want" And with that, the top let loose and filled me with poz cum. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I'm sure he gave me a big load. I was wanking my own dick and shot my load just as he filled me up, the pulsing of his dick in my ass sending me over the edge. A few seconds later, the other guy shot his cum in my mouth. I never asked or learned if he was poz too. It didn't seem to matter at the time.

Hi, I'm new here. I'm a gay FTM cumslut from Europe. I've been lurking for a bit, enjoying all the reading materials. Thanks to all who write these hot stories here. Thought I'd contribute a story of my own. Loosely based on real life. --- The urge to breed is something I wrestle with, try to keep in check, keep myself occupied so that it doesn't take hold of me. I try to be sensible, rational. But every once in a while it gets the better of me. And when it does, it just doesn't stop. I go on a real bender. Like last Sunday, when I was home bored. Masturbating to occupy myself, I ended up checking Grindr. Got a message from a 40-something dude. He says he's looking to fuck. I say I only play bareback. He asks if all of my holes are available. I respond with a hell yes. He sends me his address and I head over. When he opens the door, he's wearing dad-style boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He's stocky, average looking, has the appearance of someone who does manual labor, maybe in construction. I get in. He says hello. I take off my coat and shoes. He tells me to take off the rest of my clothes, too, and I oblige. I'm 27, fairly slim and (people say) good looking, with a hairy chest, a shaved head, and a round, thick ass. He runs his hands across my body, as if inspecting an object. His hand feels coarse as it runs down my back and my buttocks. He slaps my butt, then slips a finger between my cheeks, teasing my hole with his fingertip. He then pushes me down on my knees and pulls out his cock, which is rock hard. It's an uncut 7-incher, with a slightly musty, sweaty scent to it. I dive right in. He clasps both hands across the back of my head, pushing me down on his cock. I take it down as best he can, as he thrusts into my throat. I find myself gagging a bit, to which he reacts by slapping my face. He fucks my throat for a while, then throws me on my back on the bed. My thighs are pressed against my chest. He spits in his hand and starts fingering my ass, first gently, then rougher. It hurts a bit due to the lack of lube and also because of the calloused skin of his hands. I find myself thinking his cock might be easier to take than his fingers. And his cock is right there, brushing against me as he fingers my hole, which makes me yearn for it so much, the wait is getting intolerable. I notice my cunt is starting to throb, it's drooling with wetness. He's on top of me now, and I feel his cock line up against my asshole. Pressed against my hole, he's relishing the anticipation he sees in my desperate eyes. I feel him get ready to thrust in. But then he asks, - Are you on birth control? - No..., I respond. Without saying a word, he moves his cock up from my asshole, lines it up it against my drooling cunt and slams it in in one go. I feel his cock fill me front hole up, opening it up to the shape of his cock. He's in balls deep, my legs on his shoulders, and now he starts thrusting, first in a slow rhythm, then more briskly. My mind is completely blank as all I can think of is his cock, and the anticipation of his cum.... ....and I orgasm at the thought, convulsing against his cock. His thrusting is more rapidly now, and he's panting. With every thrust, he hits my cervix, which is painful but it's a pain I've grown to adore. Then I feel his cock swell up more and know he's getting closer. He's fucking me harder, and now he grunts.... I feel a different kind of wetness fill me, and the intense satisfaction of knowing I've been filled. After that, he takes a bathroom break then fucks me again. He then signals it's time for me to go. I get dressed, not bothering to clean up. My head is swimming with horniness. I know I can't just go home and do normal stuff now, I would just end up spending the whole day masturbating. Besides, my ass didn't get fucked yet. So, with his cum dripping into my underwear, I decide to head to the local adult theater instead. To be continued...

The topic under discussion is SNAP, which used to be known as "Food Stamps". In the US, it provides assistance only for food primarily for people with children. You are asserting that "too many able bodied [people]" are depending on it "for life" and are not "fending for themselves". You are probably wrong, but you certainly should be providing some references to back up your assertion, because it is implausible considering what SNAP is.

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.

(Continued) Received a call midweek to show at uncle’s house after work Friday and to bring Steve. Steve showed up for work on Friday as usual; tight cloths which highlighted every muscle the young chiseled stud possessed. Working next to him in the galley kitchen, I could not help but think about the tight butt with the worked hole. His puckered lips wrapped around my uncle’s massive cock. Steve’s growing alpha male body count, his raw tool destroying my hole and then my lips and tongue cleaning every drop of his cum. As we were quickly closing the kitchen at the end of the night, cleaning the grill and all surfaces, the sweat drenching the back of his shirt, I could tell Steve was rushing so we could get down to business. He removed the apron, turned to me and rubbed his cock, and nodded towards the back door. I was ready to go. As we walked to the parking lot I suggested that we ride together and he said good idea. As I hopped in his car I could smell the sweat from his gym cloths. Arriving at my uncles house, we noticed an unusual number of cars on the street. As we approached the door I could see shadows in the window. I rang the door bell and as he opened the door I could see three other men in their 30s in jeans and a harness. We were invited in and offered a drink. One of the three men was smooth with nipple rings, roughly 6’ 2”, 190 lbs, dark hear, with a few tattoos. The other was a 5’ 10” 175 lb blond, smooth, chiseled body, stubbled beard. The last was a 6’, black bodybuilder. Porn was playing on the TV in the front room. I turned and noticed that it looked familiar. I did a double take and realized it was the dungeon in the basement. The guys in the video were standing before me With the front door shut, the lighting subdued, we were told to be like everyone else and remove our shirts. We quickly replied and as we did, the blond and black guy came, one after the other, and firmly twisted our nipples. I looked over at Steve and the young stud had his stern, aggressive, this fuckin shit is hot, look on his face. He was starting to get into it. The dark haired man now came and grabbed my crotch. As he did, I could feel my cock begin to ooze precum. As he moved on to Steve, as he grabbed his package, Steve reached out and manhandled the older guys package. There was obvious sexual tension between the two. He belonged in this group. Next we were told to get out of our jeans. Neither of us in our boxers, as we stripped both our cocks were fully erect. We were invited into the kitchen for another drink. The only two now naked, we made our way to the kitchen for a stiff drink while the others remained in the living room, clothed in their jeans and harness. After a large glass of whiskey which we shared, we returned to the front room with the four men whispering. Reaching the middle of the room I was ordered to my knees and to begin serving Steve’s massive wrestler cock. I gladly got to my knees and took his cock in my mouth and he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing his meat down my throat. As he continued to work my throat, the blond came over and once more grabbed Steve’s nipples. The black man took his place behind Steve and put his arms around his chest as his hips continued to face fuck me. Needing to breath, I pulled back and allowed his precum to string from his cock to my mouth. Turning my head, I noticed my uncle beginning to light a cigar. His plans were unfolding perfectly.

Was in London for work this week. Jumped onto sniffies to see if I could find an easy fuck. Within 2 minutes a blank profile hit me up and asked if I had a load to pump. I said yes, asked who wanted it. The reply was something like "I've been at sweatbox for an hour and been fucked by 5 cocks but no one has unloaded in me and I need cum. I'm 20 and lean and cute, you won't be disappointed and I want your seed". I gave him my room number and he was there in <10 minutes. A blond, fair skinned boy about 175cm tall was standing there. He walked right in and stripped his clothes. Beautiful smooth body and caged cock. He had an American accent so I asked him what his deal was. He was in London with his family, from Salt Lake City, mormon boy. I bent him over and his hole was already open...yeah, he had been fucked a LOT today but no cum. I rimmed his hole for just a few minutes because he was begging for my cum...He insisted I lay on my back and let him ride me. He jumped onto my dick and rode like a fucking champion...within a few minutes I was shooting my load deep in his pussy. After a few minutes he grabbed his phone and asked if he could stay and collect more loads. He stuck around for about 2 hours and we got 10 more loads in his hole. I was ready for a second and churned them all in before I pumped my second load into him. His hole was dripping the 12 loads when he got dressed kissed me and smiled and left to go meet his parents.

Part 2 He’s cock was creasing up toward his belly as they maneuvered David through the room. The other man—stocky, not typically attractive, hairy belly even thicker than John’s—kept one meaty hand under David’s armpit for balance. The man turned to John. “He is pretty out. Probably wont remember a thing. You should feel his warm hole” the man guided johns hand down.The skin of David’s thigh was warmer than expected, almost feverish, and slick. It was ridiculous, absolutely not his scene, and yet his cock jerked again, the man’s words heavy in the air. John felt a pulse of shame. David trusted him, always trusted him, and here he was, hard as a rock, getting off on the idea of fucking his boyfriend while some stranger watched. ”Can l just see you line up your amazing cock against his hole” the man whispered. John hesitated, face burning, but the man’s grip on him was insistent, a silent promise that what happened here never left the thick walls and sweat of this club. The urge to flee warred with the harder urge that pressed against his abdomen. David’s head lolled back, mouth slightly open, lids tremulous but closed—he looked so young and innocent. The music changed; a deeper, bassier track, the same beat John’s pulse had settled into.“Go on,” the man whispered, his breath hot and sour, and before John could think better of it, he was kneeling, cupping David’s ass, spreading him just slightly to see if it was true. It was. The hole was glossy, a faint sheen of something clear around the rim. For a second, John thought he might cry—shame, gratitude, lust all flaring inside so hot it seared.The stranger’s hand was hot on the small of his back, steadying him as John braced and lined himself up, which felt insane, humiliating, and—fuck—the tip of his cock touched David’s slicked opening and all of those feelings vanished under a tide of rawness. He pressed forward, just a nudge, feeling the tightness give, then stop, then give again. David made a small sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, and the stranger squeezed John’s shoulder with a possessive, approving grip.This wasn’t how John wanted it, not really, but the smell of sweat and musk and the beat of the nightclub pressed every nerve into alertness. He looked up to David’s face, searching for a sign he should stop. David’s eyes were closed, lips parted, the same way he looked when he slept after a too-long day, safe and deep. John kept his hands on David’s hips so no one else could see how badly he was shaking. He was inside, a fraction, feeling a wild, sick thrill that made his vision pixelate. The stranger’s rough hand stayed on his back, guiding, not rushing him. John could hear the older man’s breath near his ear .He didn’t thrust, not yet—just held himself in that impossible stasis, feeling every trembling twitch of David’s body. The two of them being watched and helped, being made complicit in something neither of them had dared name. All those years of self-loathing, of avoiding mirrors or changing rooms, and now here he was, plugging his beautiful drunk boyfriend in a shadowy club, a hairy stranger’s palm steady on his back, and not even trying to hide how much he loved it. “Your cock is perfect in your boy. You’re a hot beast” the man whispered. John tried to breathe, but each inhale snagged on a raw, dry catch in his throat. The music pounded hard enough to set the bones of his skull shivering. He didn’t dare move. There was a moment—maybe five seconds, maybe a century—where the whole world was nothing but the warmth of David’s body, the stranger’s damp palm on his back, and the metallic taste of his own saliva. He should stop. He should pull out, shake David awake, bundle him home, never mention this again. But the stranger’s hand kept him steady, heavy as a yoke. David’s skin under his own hands was so soft, so hot, he could feel a tremor running through him. David’s opening, stretched around him, was wet and perfect. John stayed like that, just a couple of inches inside, trying to regain control.“You can take him. He wants it. He is your slut. For you to use as you need” the man said, voice close enough to be inside his skull. John braced, squeezing David’s hips, the wet heat coaxing him farther. He’d always worried about hurting David, but here, now, that fear dissolved. He wanted to fill him, plug him until there was no daylight left, fuck him so hard the world outside the club would never be the same. He pulled out and watched his hard cock, and David’s lovely hole. “You are a hot beast. Have you ever watched your boy take another cock in his hole” the man asked. John felt the bottom drop out of his gut. He'd known, intellectually, about the culture of these places, but knowing wasn't the same as being here. John had always wondered what it would be like to let go, to not care who watched, or what he looked like under these lights. He wanted to say no, wanted to walk out with David slung over his shoulder and never come back. He knew he should. But the man’s words burrowed deep, hollowing him out: your boy, your slut, for you to use. He'd never thought of David that way. But now the thought was planted, and when he looked down at the easy, careless sprawl of David’s body, the long legs open and trusting, it rang true in a way that was both sickening and exhilarating. “No,” John said, voice shaky, but it barely sounded at all. The man’s hand was still there, on his ass, as if waiting for an answer. A pulse of nausea. He was used to exerting control, making most of the decisions for David, but not like this, not in this darkness and noise, his body betraying him. It was getting hard to remember why they’d come. He looked up, the man’s face blotchy in the blue and red strobe lights. A polite nod, not a sneer. Not judging at all—expectant, maybe. Like this was as natural as having a cigarette with friends. John looked at the mans growing cock. His body and cock was not unlike his own. He could taste the sour, almost medicinal tang of sweat and old drinks in the air. The man’s cock was thick, less stiff than John’s but rising, flopped against a walrus-soft belly dusted with black curls. It reminded John of himself: ordinary, nothing like the jocks and models he sometimes saw on his phone late at night, but in this room, under this light, essential. Animal. The man moved forward. He got so close that John could smell the old-fashioned aftershave in the ruff of his chest. No words were necessary. John shivered, wanting to be sick but also—God, he wanted to see it, to know what David looked like with another man’s cock in him. David was limp but his pulse, rabbit-fast in the crook of his thigh, thrummed against John's fingertips. The stranger waited, his meaty cock heavy in his fist. “What do you say? You want to see me fuck your boy?” The question wormed its way into John’s head, squirming. Did he want to see another man fuck David? No, that wasn’t it—did he want David to get what he deserved. See him turned from a guy not wanting sex, to being used like a whore. His whore. He did. He really did. In the moment, the revulsion and urge to protect fused with something reckless and starved, a need that didn’t care about dignity or intent. He thought of the nights he lay beside David, hard and wanting, settling for the sweet, close comfort of his boy’s body, wishing for more but never asking. He thought of the hunger, the quiet, constant ache that had become the background radiation of their life together. Was this how it finally got out? Not with love, or consent, just raw appetite and the sick thrill of surrendering it all? The man took John’s silence as a yes. He maneuvered David’s limp body with a grim gentleness. John’s knees ached against the sticky floor. The man guided his cock with a steady hand, the mushroom head damp, and pressed it against David’s hole.

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.

(The following may read like fiction, but I can assure you it’s all true) It’s always been a fantasy when you see your friend has a hot partner or boyfriend…thinking about what you’d like to do to them. Well, I got the opportunity recently and it was magical. This wasn’t cheating as everyone knew about it but never thought it would actually happen. Fast forward so many months later and one night we’re hanging out alone and having drinks. Just me and my friend’s boyfriend. I have a big thick cock and he’s always been curious about it. One thing leads to another along with several drinks later and he’s taking my pants off. Feeling his mouth engulf my cock was amazing. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head with pleasure. He’s a good little cocksucker because he swallowed me down to my balls like a pro. Not much gag reflex on that one which is heaven. We were naked at this point and I put him on his back to play with his cock. As I inched closer to him I used my knees to spread his legs open and he also did so on his own like it was instinctual. I saw his hole for the first time and it’s fucking perfectly puckered and moderately hairy which is my favorite. I spit on my hand and ran it over his hole while hearing a gasp slip from his mouth. I looked him in the eye and slipped a finger inside him. Again, he instinctively pulls his knees to his chest giving me the best view of his hole. He moans again as my finger is slipping in and out. My cock still wet and dripping with his slobber, I quickly take my cock and slap it on his hole. He looked at me while his eyes got really wide and without actually saying anything, began to plead with me to fuck him. Now we never talked about condoms and in that moment I didn’t care one bit. He didn’t seem to put up a fight either. I knew he was a dirty whore at heart and wanted to get fucked like one. I lined my big cock head up with his hole and began to apply slight pressure and push in. He moaned like a little bitch while also grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in closer to him. He looked me in my eye and said “go slow. You’re so much bigger than any cock I’ve taken before.” That made me so fucking horny. I saw a bead of precum form and begin to drip from the tip of my cock. I wiped it onto his hole for some extra lube and continued to try and enter my friend’s boyfriend for the first time. The tip of my cock popped in and slowly I inched my head in and stopped so he could adjust as he moaned louder. I tossed his legs over my shoulders and got really close to him. Pressing our faces together and making serious eye contact with him. “Fuuuck. You have such a tight little hole. It’s gripping my cock head so hard!” I grunted at him. His mouth was open and he looked dazed as he whispered out “yeah”. It’s all he could do as I stretched him open more than any other man had before including his own boyfriend. I began to inch more of my shaft inside and he tried to relax his hole and said “oh my god, yes. I want all of it”. He grabbed my hips and pulled me and my cock in further. “Oh fuck you’re so big!” He let out another gasp. “Good boy” I grunted again in satisfaction as I was getting more of my cock inside his willing hungry hole. Soon enough I was all the way in and my balls were resting up against his. “Fuck yeah, such a good boy taking my entire raw cock inside you”. He made me wait a few moments so he could get used to having me inside him. I flexed my cock and he winced and gasped. I said “you’re not used to such a big and thick cock. You’re going to feel this in your chest”. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we begin making out for a moment. We break and stare at each other and he says in a loud whisper to me “uhhh I want you to fuck me”. I grinned and said “I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that since I met you!” I started to pull out and then pushed back in. Slowly at first until we built a rhythm. Then I started going at it and really fucking his hole. “Oh yeah daddy, oh my god, oh fuck me. Fuck me!!!” He explained in pleasure as I was now fully pounding his hole. “Oh baby, oh god, that feels so good” he was fully in it now and enjoying himself. His toes curling in the air with each long stroke of my cock in and out of his hole. “I’m precumming so hard inside you right now. I’m fucking filling your hole with precum!” I said between thrusts. He mustered out “you can’t cum inside me”. That took the wind out of my sails even though I suspected as much since he was in a relationship with another man currently”. I told him I would pull out when I got close even though I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck until I was on the edge and the push in balls deep and flood his guts with my huge load I’d been saving up for him. A few more minutes of fucking his sweet tight little hole and he started telling me he was getting close. He wasn’t even touching his cock! I was going to quite literally fuck the cum out of him. “Ohhh fuck, oh shit, I’m going to cum!!!” He explained as his toes all curled at once. His hole clamped down so tight on my cock as he began shooting ropes of cum into the air and all over his stomach and chest. Meanwhile his extra tight grip on my cock milked me so good while he was cumming I shouted “oh fuck you’re going to make me cum too”. I knew I needed to pull out right now to avoid getting cum inside him but a part of me still didn’t want to. His grip was so tight around my cock that I actually had trouble pulling out because he was still cumming. I reached down to grab the base of my cock to help pull out a little quicker when I felt the first wave of intense orgasm hit me. The first spurt of cum shot out of my cock as I was pulling out. I shot all over his chest, stomach, and it even reached his face because I was so turned on. There was cum on his ass cheeks and on his hole since I pulled out as I was starting to cum. I think some got inside him as well. Our first fuck was forbidden and so intense and the hottest thing I’ve experienced yet. He told me how he thinks about that night when he jerks off and how he wants it again. He wants to do it soon but this time, I want to see if I can unleash and empty my balls inside him like I’ve wanted all along. Let me know if you liked this. I might post about our next adventure. Also please let me know what you think I should do! I think he wants my load but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

I had always been the normal kid in school - swam for the team, got halfway decent grades, but not too decent, and came from a good family. My parents were divorced, and since my dad had to work full time, he didn't have as much time to spend on me that my friends got. Sometimes, when money was tight, I had to help around to make ends meet - it didn't happen that often. But luckily, the way to make ends meet wasn't too bad! I just dropped off packages at my dad's friends place - and helped him a little bit around the house. My dad's friend - Eric, was tall, about 6'2", with blonde/red hair - about 52 years old, a little bit of a belly, but definitely not fat - he was probably about 210 pounds. For the jobs he wanted me to do - no cleaning or anything, but moving stuff around the house, helping with his projects in his garage. I did this all through high school, and towards the end of it, my senior year, Eric started acting a little different. He would be slower to respond to questions, would catch him staring at my body when I was shirtless helping him move things. I had gotten faster at swimming, and my body was showing for it. I was about 5'10" and 140 pounds, and had a decent set of muscle on me. One time, he asked me to come over to drop something off and help move some of his tools around. The back way into his house (that he preferred I take) had a set of stairs that came up, past the bathroom, and into his work area. When I went up the stairs, I called to him and didn't hear him. I walked past the bathroom and the door was wide open, and there was Eric, pissing into the toilet. I was shocked, I had never seen a grown man peeing like that. His reddish bush, and his cock, just dangling down there, it was way bigger than mine, And he had a huge set of balls dangling outside his underwear waistband - way bigger than I had seen in any of the porn I watch. I immediately blushed and looked away. I heard Eric's deep voice: "Ah sorry kid, I had just started pissing when you walked in and I couldn't bring myself to stop, I usually keep the doors open around here since it's just me" I was embarrassed, but confused - I could feel my cock getting stiff. Any longer and it would be obvious. Eric kept pissing - I kept my head down, but didn't move out of the line of sight. I stole a glance at his cock - I couldn't help it! Eric made eye contact with me directly, he had never taken his eyes off me. He just let out a small smirk. He finished pissing - and I noticed his cock was bigger than when he started. He shook it with his hand to get the droplets off and then tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks for humoring me kid - now, why don't you help me move these tools like you said you would". I nodded quickly. The rest of the visit went as expected - but I couldn't help but feel Eric's attitude towards me had changed - and he was looking at me for longer. When I went home, I immediately got hard again thinking about the days events and had to go rub one out. I had never cum so hard in my life! ** About a week went by and Eric called me up again, saying he needed help grabbing some boxes from the attic. I got hard on the phone talking to him - I was stammering. I told him I could be over later that day, after school. School had finished, and I walked the couple of blocks over to Eric's house. I called out to him as I went up the back steps, and I saw the boxes sitting on the table. He gave me a big smile and helped me move the first one in the attic, showed me where they needed to be moved. And then he said "Ah, gonna take a break from this and go take a piss real quick. Be right back." He walked over to the bathroom, and went in, but left the door open. My curiosity was bursting. I put down the box, and tiptoed quietly over, hoping to sneak a peek of that beautiful cock again. As my face broke the line of sight of the door, I saw Eric there, pants at his knees, hand on his cock, standing over the toilet - but he wasn't pissing. "I thought I saw you looking last time - you like what you see boy?" He very gently shook his cock, and his dangling cock and balls swayed from side to side, before resting back on the waistband of his underwear. I couldn't even think, couldn't breathe. All I could think was to look at him and quickly nod. "That's what I thought. Why don't you come over here and take a closer look?" I nervously stepped over, I had forgotten the muscle memory of how to walk, and it was an awkward approach. I made it about 3 feet from him. "Why don't you come stand right next to me boy?" I took another couple of steps. I was standing right next to him, but perpendicular to him - both of us right next to the toilet. Him, facing towards it. "That's it, isn't that better? Why don't you show me yours too? Only polite." My cock was so stiff, and I could see his was getting bigger, but he wasn't as hard as me. I pulled my cock out, and it sprung into place I said: "Yours is much bigger than mine Eric, way bigger than the boys I have seen in the locker room." "Yep I have heard that a couple of times for sure, it does the job if you know what I mean", he let out a gentle chuckle. "Why don't you get down there on your knees so you can get a really good look at it. You ever seen a pair of balls this big?" I was confused and didn't know what to do, I hesitated - and I felt him gently put his hands on my shoulder and push me to my knees. Now his big cock was right at my eye level, and his glorious bush accenting it. "There you go, isn't that better?" He exclaimed, while he gently shook his cock. I was rock hard, and I reached down to touch myself. Right as I made contact with my cock, he said, "Whew man, I really have to piss though, hold on." He grabbed his cock, and I heard the air leaving his nose as he focused on the task at hand. He aimed his cock at the toilet and I saw his cock, right at my eye level - a small stream started coming out his cock - and then immediately grew to a bigger stream. I've never pissed that hard, the only thing I could compare it to was the horses in the field on my way to school. He let out a big sigh, "Ah, that's it." He noticed me salivating with my jaw half open, unable to contain my lust. All of a sudden his cock stopped pissing. He looked down at me. "Open up your mouth boy, if you want a really close look at what a mans cock is like". I involuntarily opened my mouth even more, and he smiled. He slowly moved his still-dripping cockhead over to me. "Even wider boy". I opened wider. He slowly inserted his big cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, good boy. Now stay still." I could feel and see his cock start to swell again - and all of a sudden I realized he was filling my mouth with piss! I was in such shock, that I backed up, and spit it out, and some got all over my shirt in the process. I could see his face - angry, disappointed - eyebrows furrowed. "Let me be clear boy - if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, I'm gonna tell your whole family and all of your friends what a faggot you are. Now take off that shirt and open wide again." I nodded, fear in my eyes. I took off my shirt, sat back down on my knees, and opened my mouth. "Good boy. Now this time, you're gonna take what I give you - swallow boy." He put his cockhead back in my mouth, but a little further in this time. I could see his eyebrows narrow as he focused on the task at hand, and his cock started to swell as he flooded my mouth with piss. "Put your lips around my cock and swallow boy" I did as he told - and swallowed as fast as I could. It felt like eternity. Then I felt the stream slowing, and I looked up at his face and he had a big grin. "That's it boy, I knew you had it in you! Now, you ever sucked a cock before?" I gently shook my head no, and his cock fell out of my mouth. I said, "No, but I have seen it in porn a bunch of times." "Well open up boy, because you're my cocksucker now." He shook his now almost completely hard cock - it must have been around 8,5 inches with a big cock head. And man, those balls were impossible to miss. He inserted his cock into my mouth, but much deeper this time. "That's it boy, now suck." I sucked like my life depended on it, but I could tell I wasn't very good. My teeth scratched his cock a couple of times, and I could hear him getting mad. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I saw a big string of spit follow it. "I tell you what boy, I'm blowing my load one way or the other tonight. And if you can't get me off with your mouth, I'm gonna use one of your other holes to blow my load - you got it?" "Here, feel this." He grabbed my hand, and cupped the underside of his balls. They felt heavy, and big. "I got a 5-day load waiting for you boy, now get to work." I jumped back on his cock and I tried sucking as best I could. He was enjoying it at first, but then I could hear his disappointment come out in his grunts. "That's it boy, that was your last chance, get over on the bed." He grabbed me by the hand, pulled my pants all the way off, and then pushed me onto the bed. Then, he put me on all fours, and then pulled my ass down so it was hanging just over the edge of the bed. "Fuck, you got a nice hole boy. Nice and pink, it looks tight - you ever been fucked before?" I fearfully shook my head no. "Well did they teach you about fucking yet?" I slowly nodded yes. "Good, so you know what's coming." As he swooped in and tongued my hole, I involuntarily moaned. His tongue was putting such a hot, deep, wet pressure on my hole - I had never felt anything like it before. He took a breath - "I like to lick all my girls before I creampie them. You know what a creampie is boy?" I shook my head no. "It's how men get women pregnant. And guess what boy - I'm gonna get you pregnant today. You remember how full my balls felt? Well I'm gonna dump my big load in your tight ass." He stood up, and pointed his big cock head at my hole and gently pushed. That thing was not budging, but I could feel the intense pressure. He spit on my hole and put even more pressure this time. I could feel my hole giving way to his big cock head as it pushed past the outer sphincter. I screamed in pain, and he sighed in pleasure, and then he stood there for a second. "Ah, fuck boy - you do have a tight ass, man it's nice." I begged him to take it out, and to my surprise, he did. But he went over to his bedside table and grabbed two bottles, one big and one small. I realized he was lubing up his cock - and then he put lube all over my hole. "Get up boy, get on all fours with your head at the head of my bed." He moved the pillows out of the way, and I moved. "Here, try this" - he put a bottle under my nose, it smelled strong. "Inhale deep boy". I did as I was told, and my whole body went numb - I couldn't feel anything and I somewhat gently relaxed on all fours. When I started regaining my senses, I realized that he had handcuffed my hands to the headboard of the bed - both of them. "That's it boy, you're mine now. Take another hit of poppers" He held the bottle to my nose and I inhaled, This time, I could feel an immense pressure as he shoved his cockhead back in, and then slowly pushed his cock all the way in. I felt like I was being split in two! "Fuck, that's it boy - take my cock." He slowly started pumping in and out, his thick cock stretching me out. "Damn boy, that tight ass has me close to cumming earlier than I want, I have to slow down" He stopped pumping while fully inside of me. And then he leaned down in my ears and whispered: "You learned how girls get pregnant from sex ed, yeah? Well boys get pregnant a different way. See, I've got HIV, and soon you're gonna get a huge load of my thick cum coating the walls of your boy pussy? You ready for it boy?" I screamed no, and tried to get away. "It's no use, I've got you cuffed solid boy" as he put his full weight on my hips to hold me down on all fours. He slowly started pumping again, I could feel how much harder he was this time. "Oh that's it boy, keep fighting it, you're gonna work up a big load out of me". He picked up speed. "I've got a particularly virulent strain of HIV boy - once you get my load of poz cum in you, you're gonna be poz too. That's what I mean by getting you pregnant boy. You want to know what it feels like when a real man is getting you pregnant?" I screamed out again, but he pushed my face into the pillow. His breath shortened, his strokes shortened, and he started thrusting harder, faster. "Well you don't have a choice boy - get ready, because here it comes!" he held my ass down on his cock with all his might, and I could feel his cock erupting in my hole - spurt after spurt after spurt, the pressure in my ass increasing because of all the cum. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, love getting a tight pussy pregnant. Fuck. Now im gonna rest here a bit and make sure my swimmers take hold - you're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result." He pulled my hand to his balls, and I could feel them still pulsing, heavy and big. He stayed there deep in my ass, and I was in shock, didn't know what to do. After about 2 minutes, I could feel his cock getting smaller, and he pulled out of me. "Good boy, I always knew you were a faggot." He uncuffed me and let me go. "Oh would you look at that! You came all over my sheets - I guess you liked that after all boy." End of Part 1

Like all folks on here, we like it raw. Well last night, I hopped on Sniffies, found a nice black btm boy at UC who was in the mood. Sadly, when I arrived, he handed me a rubber and bent over. Immediately I was turned off but I was horny and respected his wishes. I reluctantly slid the rubber on, spat on his hole and lined my cock up to his hole. He Immediately tensed up asking for lube to which I responded " I don't bring lube since I normally fuck raw and spit or cum is all you need" and then I plunged in. Yeah, I prolly hurt him (bot that I cared too much seeing that that I was asked to wear a rubber) but after about 30 seconds and pulling out, he reached back and "we good if I take this off?". I of course was happy to oblige (.ostly bc the rubber snapped when I first put my cock in) and dumped a load in his ass a few minutes later. I know I did some damage but like a good boy. He cleaned my cock and balls. He also asked for another round if I promised to be just as rough...

I am a married 58 year old masculine dadbody bi-bottom pig. I have posted here before under various names. I travel for work. I was staying in a hotel last Friday night. I don’t play often, but I was very horny for cock last night. It had been a five-month self-imposed drought of cock. I don’t play often because I am not on PReP. I got on squirt.org the previous evening and chatted with a local Bi guy in his mid-50’s. His pictures sported a very nice thick 8.25” cut cock. When I asked if he was poz he asked “what does poz means” We chatted for a bit on Thursday evening, suing out what our kinks were. He was very shy. Friday evening after I got back to the hotel, I had a nice hot shower and got clean inside and out. After the ball game ended I hit him up to come to my hotel room. He asked for all the lights to be off with only a sliver of light from the almost closed bathroom door. He knocked very quietly, and I let him in right away. I could tell he was nervous and horny at the same time. We both stripped naked immediately. I dropped to my knees and sucked the head of his big cock – there was no way I could take all of it in my mouth. He had a nice big cut mushroom head. He was hard as a rock in no time. I lubed up his throbbing cock with a generous amount of silicone lube. I took my place on the edge of the hotel room bed with towels in place. He slid into my dad cunt and we both moaned. He started off slow, allowing my hole to relax and stretch around his raw cock. He picked up the pace and I whispered “oh fuck yeah” “feels so good” “I love your big cock” “pound me” “breed me” – He started pounding my gaping hole until he dumped his first anonymous load of DNA deep in my guts. He flipped me over and was going to suck me off. But I slid off the bed on my knees and said “let me clean your cock first”. Like the pig that I am, I sucked his cock clean, and it made him crazy hard. I think it was the first time anyone had done that for him. I climbed back on the edge of the king size bed gripped the sheets, and he slid into my dad slit again. He churned up the first load and pushed it deep in my guts. His balls slapped against my taint. It was raw animal sex that only men on men can know. He buried his throbbing cock deep in my hole. After that he became nervous, put his clothing back on and left asap. Post nut guilt, I think. I hopped in the shower and tried to push his loads out, but his dick rammed them so deep only a small dribble came out. I only take 2 to 4 loads in my ass per year, but this guy needs to be a repeat customer.

On sniffies got hit up by an anonymous profile, they were close and could be over in a few minutes. I opened the front door and bent over on the bed, while i was waiting for anon cock number 1, another profile hit me up and said he was local and wanted to knock me up. I sent the address. Cock one walked in, dropped his pants, deposited a load and left, didn't say anything, within minutes cock 2 was arriving. As he dropped his load and was walking out i got hit up my a regular who breeds me regularly, he said he could be there in minutes. Took 3 loads within 15 minutes of eachother and was left dripping, had enough time to clean up quickly, before the wife got home ^_^

Hi guys! A newbie here. I remember how some 15 years ago I first visited this page. First thought was "they are nuts", but years after years I kept on coming back to read these fantastic hot stories. Today I finally decided to join. When I was in my twenties, right after the army, I was very active. And of course condoms were mandatory. However, after graduating from college, work life swept me away. I focused on building my career, and sex was low on my list of priorities. Believe it or not, months could go by without the thought even really crossing my mind. I was tired of superficiality - and in these circles, that´s common. But over the past couple of years, as I´ve begun to approach middle age, something has changed. For example, a few years ago I grew a beard. I thought it would make me look like a serious, respectable adult, but surprisingly, I kept getting compliments on how hot it looked. I also started going to the gym again. But most importantly, I started prep. And boom, I was finally free to try bb with anon guys. And that turns me on. Anon raw is hot. Cruising is fun. So, it feels like I´m in a candy store once more.

Just FYI HotLoad84 was one of the early moderators on the site. In the early days of this forum, he rescued a lot of stories from other bareback sites that were dying off. I do not mean to denigrate his contributions, but the vast majority of stories that appear under his name are not his original work.

Met this guy in the woods. Ask me to fuck him with a rubber. We fuck with the condom. Then he wanted it raw. Kept on teasing me and daring me. Saying be a fucking man and fuck raw dog. He went verbal , nasty and harsh, every name he called me. Once he called me a "Your soft mother fucking bitch." I fucked him raw and hard until I cum in his fucking ass. We fucked for hours and twice after that. Today we me up regularly. It was so good fucking raw . No more condoms anymore. Condoms are not allowed, they are for whimps.

@NLbear Wow, I would suck this throbbing cock so hard, you have no idea. Love men showing their cock when dressed like this. Like to do it myself too!

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.

It has become part of the game for me to ask guys to wear a rubber. I fucking love it when they say they only fuck raw or they ask if I’m “clean” and I say “I think so?” I think it reminds me of the first time I got bred and I was begging the guy to stop and put on a condom. Anyway, I know the majority of guys are going to fuck raw…but at least I offered. 😉

Part III- Alexander I wake up in the dark to a burning sensation and a heavy object lying on top of me. ”OW, what the fuck!” I glance to the clock illuminating the room. 12:01. My eyes adjust to find my sheet ripped off of me and my nude brother in between my legs pushing them higher up to his shoulders. ”I am sorry it burns little bro, but give your hole a second, I gave you a really big bump. I couldn’t wait any longer to claim your pussy.” Fuck. My dick spasmed at the word. I feel precum ooze out its head as the intense burning morphs into a hunger unlike anything I felt before. Ryan flicks on a LED strip on the ceiling casting the room in a blue and pink glow. Before I can say anything he dips his fingers in my hole again and I moan instantly as he scissors them back and forth. ”Goddamn bro, fuck what are you doing to my hole.” Ryan grabs my chin as spits in my face. ”Rule Number One: Your holes are mine now, you are your older brother’s birthright to fuck and mate.” My mind is in a daze as the hunger grows and I nod listlessly in agreement. ”Rule Number Two…” As sharp pain enters my hole with another burning sensation. “… You will call me Daddy at all times.” The burning quickly fades and all I can focus on is the trail of pubes dusting their way to a throbbing veiny dick hovering near my newly-made cunt. ”And Rule Number Three, You will obey and serve Daddy even if it means he has to drug you to do it. Understood?” I am ready as the third rock is shoved deep and I moan “yes Daddy” as he pulls his fingers out. Daddy places a wet sloppy kiss on my lips and his tongue ravages my mouth as his cockhead leaks precum across my cuntlips as they reach for him. Daddy looks down as he waves his dick over my spot making me beg incoherently for him to take what is his. ”You are mine.” And I feel his head enter.

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.

I’m one of those fucks. I met a guy off Grinder expecting to just suck each other. We wound up in his bedroom and I fell for the “I just want to stick it in for a second” trick. I asked him to put on a condom several times and he kept saying he would. I admit it felt incredible. Long story short…he came in me, then his boyfriend fucked me raw and came in me…then they each fucked me again before I went home. Believe it or not, that was my very first time being with another man. One helluva introduction!

Getting Pozzed by Sam, Part 3 I didn't shower when I got home just so I could keep smelling the sweat and cum from the party. My cock was still sticky from the poz cum that was inside Michael's ass when I fucked him. I was so horny that I decided to jerk off, rubbing that toxic seed into my shaft until I shot my load all over my stomach. The next day, I got a text from Sam. "I'm going back on meds at the end of next month, so if you want me to get you pregnant we'd better get started right away." Reading the text made my cock hard again. I didn't need any more convincing. I wanted to be part of the brotherhood of poz men. I didn't want to mess around with condoms, or worry about getting infected anymore. I wanted to be sexually free like Sam. A week later Sam picked me up and we drove to Sean's house. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. "It's really true, isn't it? I'm gonna be pozzed today, right?," I said to him excitedly. Sam grinned and squeezed my thigh. "Fuck yeah, it's gonna happen. You'll have toxic loads up your ass before you leave that house today. And I've got something in mind to make sure you convert." When we pulled into Sean's driveway, there were already a couple of cars parked outside. Sean, Michael, Pete and Ricky were relaxing in the living room, smoking joints and drinking beer. "Look who's here, guys," shouted Ricky. "A negative hole just ready for breeding." Before I knew it, five guys were on their feet surrounding me. Their hands groped every part of me, unbuttoning my shirt and jeans, tweaking my nipples and jerking my cock. I felt a lubed finger probing my ass. They hustled me into the bedroom and put me in the sling, strapping my feet into the leather loops high above my head. Sam massaged my ass, slipping two fingers inside, then three. "Here's what I meant before about making sure you're gonna convert today," Sam said, pulling an object out of the dresser drawer. "This might hurt a little bit, but it'll be worth it," he smiled. I felt a hard, bristly object penetrate my ass. Sam moved it in and out, scraping the inside of my anus raw. "Fuck, that hurts!" I protested. Sam ignored me, rubbing the bristles harder against the sides of my hole. After a few minutes he pulled the object out, grinned and held it up for me to see. It was a toothbrush, and I could see my blood on it. "Now you're ready, Rob," he said, slapping his cock against my sore asshole. "My poz babies will be swimming inside you in no time." Sam plunged his dick deep into me. The other guys stood around us, shouting encouragement as Sam began fucking me. My cock was rock-hard and dripping pre-cum from the excitement. Sam wrapped his sweaty hand around my dick and jacked it hard as he pounded my ass. I could feel my orgasm approaching as Sam's cock banged against my prostate. I wanted to hold off so that we could shoot our loads together, but I didn't need to worry about that. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," he shouted, ramming his cock in and out faster and faster. That triggered me. As Sam sprayed his toxic seed into my bloody hole, my own cock erupted. We both groaned as he lunged forward, his chest sliding into the pool of cum I had just deposited all over my stomach. When we kissed I could feel my hole tightening around his cock, milking every drop out of him. Sam eased his dick out of my ass and offered it to me. It tasted of cum and blood and lube. I licked it and sucked it until I felt another hard cock entering my bloody anus. It was Sean, and he was so turned on that he shot his poz load into me after just a few thrusts. Sean was followed by Ricky, Pete and Michael. My wounded hole was twitching and burning as each man forced his way into me, depositing his load of toxic seed. Just when I thought my breeding was complete, Sam returned and fucked me a second time. It took a little longer this time, but I soon felt his cock spasm deep in my hole again. Every one of my gift givers collapsed on the king-sized bed, leaving me hanging in the sling, exhausted from my breeding. I reached down and fingered my hole, feeling the seed leaking from my ass, then licking my finger clean. "Don't waste any of that precious poz cum," said Sam as he pulled a butt plug out of the drawer and shoved it inside me. "This will keep those babies safe inside you while you convert. "Happy Birthday, baby," grinned Sam, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I hung in that sling for a long time, feeling contented as the seed worked its way into my body, making me one of the tribe. I was part of the club at last. THE END

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

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.

A hot black man in tight leather chaps, boots, harness, vest and MASTERS cap kept His eyes on me all night in the dark leather bar. "The Black Master is so into you, he wants you as His white slave!" my bud told me. i was in my tight 501 leather jeans, boots, belt and open chest bar vest. my bud and i had smoked some t before we came out that night so i was somewhat fucked and ripe horny to submit. A hand firmly cupped up agains my ass. "Hello boy! I saw you across the bar and I liked what i saw." my bud disapered into the crowded bar. " I am MASTER T and own, train, control, use and abuse white sub boys like you into slaves who worship me your OWNER & MASTER. "Does boy pnp?" SIR! yes boy does but am out of stuff i replied. "boy slams? "i have but am scared of needles. "dont worry boy MASTER will take good care of you. MASTER firmly grabbed me a lead me out the door to his Harley where he straddled his leathered legs over the seat and ordered me to get on behind him. i did and held on so thight to his tight manly body and off we went into the night to MASTER T's place. MASTER T"s place was a windowless room behind a garage. The room was filled with many diffrent fixtures and objectss for use in training of a slave. MASTER T first locked a collar around my neck then and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then i was lead by MASTER T into center of room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me. i knew MASTER T enjjoyed the act of slamming chems into his chain bound and helpless white slaves. :Lookie here pig MASTERS got a fully loaded rig Im am going to inject right into pigs veins. MASTER T wants you pig real fucked up so is to have total control of you and your breedin holes. MASTER T"s dick became rock hard as he displayed the point. as MASTER bent over to tie off my arm His raw dick forced its way up in me. He registered a vein and pushed down as his cock grew harder and begain to fuck me as the meth rushed through my body. "theis is what MASTER T likes that drug rush in slaves ass as MASTER feels tthe heat and take his boy down and breedin slave with MASTERS poz dna.

Nice follow up chapter with an interesting twist. I look forward to seeing the story continue 😈😈

NOTE: This is fiction. It did not and has not happened. All characters are fictional, except maybe myself. I think I am real. I hope that this is how my neg bottom will be pozzed some day, soon. This is my first story and i sincerely hope that i do not accidentally violate any rules. I have read the rules and I think it is OK. This story has some graphic language and personal slurs. The door to my hotel room was ajar, just as he directed. The room was dark and I was naked with my ass up on the bed. A lamp was on in one corner of the room with a towel over it to diffuse the light. My hole was as clean as i could make it and ready for the expected gift. My breeder had texted me from the hotel lobby that he was on his way up to my room. I was ready, but I was nervous. Yet I was excited too. How did I get here? We connected on BZ. It was clear that this was the high viral load, med resistant HIV+ and full blown AIDS breeder that I had been seeking. He was willing to gift me. We exchanged medical reports, he wanted to ensure that I was truly NEG and I wanted proof of his claimed 2.1 million viral load. I traveled just to be bred by his toxic cock. I had seen pictures of him and I wanted to worship his death stick before it plunged deep into my most private places seeding me with his toxic death. He was my executioner. I had no plans to go on meds. I wanted AIDS. I wanted to share it widely once I was fully toxic. But first, I needed him to breed me deeply. I heard the door slowly open and then close. I snapped back into the present. I wanted to look, but knew I shouldn’t. He said, “Good faggot! I hope you are ready because I have not cum in five days and you are going to get the most toxic load I have ever shot.” I heard him take off his clothes. and shuffle over to me. He roughly stuck a finger into my hole and spun it around. I could feel his fingernail cutting into my tissue. I stopped breathing and held my breath knowing that this would make the virus he carried more likely to infect and then ultimately kill me. “Say it,” he said. “Give me AIDS,” I quickly replied. I had been prepared for him to ask that question. With that he stooped over and began to rim my clean ass deeply. “MMMM, perfect. You are clean and properly prepared to receive my gift,” he uttered. It felt good to have his tongue so deeply inside of me. I knew his cock would soon be delivering its special load of death to me. He grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a nasty twist. My precum was flowing copiously. He took some of my precum and wiped it on my hole. “Suck me,” he commanded. I had been waiting. I wanted to worship the instrument that was going to infuse death into my body. It was the executioner’s tool, as lethal as the guillotine, the axe blade or the scimitar; only this death would take longer to consummate. I would have a lot of time to reflect upon my decision and the chain of events which led me here. I eagerly took all 8 inches of his uncut cock into my mouth. He was already semi-erect and I knew that I was to bring him to full hardness. It was then that he would be ready to gift me as we had planned. I wanted this. His balls and pubes were shaved. It was very exciting for me to feel the bare skin against my nose as I took him deep. I gave him the best blow-job of my life, fully worshiping his cock and balls and the seed that was within. I lost track of time while preparing the instrument of my ultimate destruction. I became aware that he was beginning a slow in and out motion as he became more excited. He started to pull his cock from my warm mouth. “Turn around faggot, it is time.” I was jolted back into reality and realized the moment had arrived. This beautiful cock that i had been deep throating was about to become the instrument of my ultimate demise. I slid my mouth off the heavily veined shaft of his cock, lingering for a moment to run my tongue under his foreskin. I love uncut cock and the sensitive glans protected by the foreskin. I savored the flavor of his precum and I knew in a few moments this hard instrument of sex and enjoyment would be deep inside of me. And he was hard, like a piece of steel. Once I had relinquished his cock from my mouth I got back onto the bed and and presented my ass for his use and enjoyment. He had previously told me he only bred doggie, so there was no question what position I needed to assume. He bent over and licked my hole one last time. “This is your last chance you sick fuck,” he said. “Once my cock head is in your bottom there is no turning back. I will fuck you and give you AIDS and you will die from it. You will get sick, you will have terrible diarrhea, and my strain is med resistant. Meds will not help you nor will they save you. And just so you know, I may have some other bugs that I will be sharing with you too. It is a complete package of sickness and death.” My own cock started to get hard as he was telling me about what he was going to do to me. I wanted it so badly. I relaxed to allow his steel hard cock easy entry even though I knew it was going to hurt like hell. He told me there would be no mercy. I was being bred like a mare and this stallion had infected over 100 men and some women and almost all of them had developed AIDS within a year and many had died. He was very proud of his toxicity. I felt his cockhead brush my hole. No lube was going to be used, just the little bit of precum that dribbled from his cock. I was both scared shitless and excited beyond belief at the same time. After weeks of planning he was finally going to breed me. “Last chance,” he said. “If you are ready, you know what to say.” I knew the magic words, but I was enjoying his cock playing across my hole. I backed up a bit to try and entice him to enter me and he playfully pushed in a bit. But then withdrew. I relented, for some reason I didn’t want to say the words and actually give him permission to fill me with AIDS and almost certain death. I wanted him to take it from me. But I was willingly going to my own execution and I had known that from the beginning. I knew he was a fully experienced breeder and understood there needed to be a moment before the willing victim agrees to sentence being imposed. “Give me AIDS,” I finally uttered. Instantaneously his steel hard cock slammed past my sphincter and drove into the deepest part of my inner self tearing past my second sphincter. He held his cock deep inside of me for a few moments for me to adjust to the pain. This was not supposed to be enjoyable. And it wasn’t! He started roughly fucking me to tear my insides up as much as possible. Then he put all of his weight on me and grabbed each of my nipples and twisted them hard. I loved it. It was stimulating and helped me get past the pain from his rock hard cock which had found its rhythm. I felt some lubrication and knew it was a mixture of blood and my naturally wet ass. “OMG,” he said, “you have an awesome ass, faggot. I am enjoying wrecking it and giving you AIDS.” “I’m tearing you up and my bugs are preparing to thrive inside of you,” he continued. He twisted my nipples extra hard and that almost caused me to shoot my last neg load onto the bed. “I’m going to give you AIDS,” he muttered. “You are gonna be sick and you are gonna die from fucking me today. My AIDS is the worst and no meds in the world can save you now.” I backed up onto his cock too take it deeper into my ass. My second sphincter no longer hurt, it was probably totally destroyed. I looked down between my legs to see what I could see and I saw what was probably blood dripping onto the bed. I reached down with one hand and felt his steel-hard cock as it plunged in and then came out of my bottom. “Your ass is awesome and soon it is going to be a toxic waste dump.” His full weight was on me as he fucked me deeply and twisted my nipples. I felt his already hard cock begin to grow thicker. “Faggot, it is almost time for you to become pregnant with my toxic seed, I hope you are ready for it because you don’t have a choice.” I knew that. I was here because I wanted to be here. I wanted him to infect me. I wanted his AIDS to destroy me. I wanted to share his HIV and AIDS with as many other chasers as I could. I wanted, no I need him to fill me with his cum. His cock continued to slide in and out of my now bloody ass. He stopped deep inside of me and held his cock still. I felt it quiver. I knew he was close. He pulled it all the way out of me and despite the pain, I felt empty. I needed his cock in me and I needed his cum. He looked at his cock and announced, “It is covered with blood, I am about to shoot my five day toxic load into you. I hope you’re ready.” As he finished speaking he rammed his cock back into my ass so hard that it took my breath away. He fell back onto me and twisted my nipples some more. The thrusting began to increase in intensity and speed. “I am about to get pozzed,” I realized. My chase was going to be over, my dream was cumming true. “Give me AIDS,” I said to him. It excited him and his thrusting reached a feverish pitch. “Fuck,” he cried out. “I am giving you my AIDS and you are gonna die you worthless fuck slut,” he screamed as he came deeply inside of me. He held his cock in place for a long time. I felt it spasm eight times with each one shooting poison deep into me. I relished each shot. He was giving me the gift I sought for so long. He was giving me the gift of death. He held his cock in me for a while as the excitement of the moment subsided. It had felt each shot of cum. I was ecstatic, it was done now. We hadn’t talked about what would happen next, but I was not surprised as he pulled his cock from my ass with an audible plop and he instructed me to clean it off. I love the taste of cum and ass juice mixed with blood. I took the executioners tool into my mouth and greedily cleaned it. It tasted good. There was a lot of my blood on it, but there was also a generous amount of his cum with my natural ass juice. It was a tasty mixture. I took my time to ensure his cock was completely clean. Once his cock was clean I asked him, “Do you want to go again?” He smiled at me as said, “No, I don’t need to and you are now poz, bet on it. You are fucked and you have the gift you desired. It only takes once with my 2.1 million VL.” I pointed the open bottle of wine that I had prepositioned on the desk with two glasses. “Do you want a drink to celebrate?” i asked. He smiled and said, “Yes, you did really well. I fucked you harder than anyone else just to make sure. I am happy to celebrate your conversion and soon to develop AIDS.” We drank a small drink of wine in silence in the still darkened room. I was naked and he got dressed pulling on some jeans without underwear and a t-shirt. He had no socks either, just shoes. We finished the drink and he said, “In about two weeks you are gonna get so sick that you will think you are dying. My strains are very strong. And, O by the way I also left you with some herpes and chlamydia. Enjoy them. I was trying to get syph for you too, but couldn’t. I wanted to fuck you up real well. Call me when you test poz and stay in touch as you develop AIDS.” He put his glass down and walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, but I knew he would never be out of my life.

Isn’t it hotter when they no but you cum in them anyway ?

First time I tasted my cum was with my first girl friend who sucked me off. After I did cum in her mouth I brought her up to my face looked her in her eyes and kissed her open mouth. And my tongue in her mouth. I tasted my cum in her mouth and I liked it. I should have known them I was going to be a cock sucker someday. The next time I jerked off I came in my hand and licked it up. Swallowed it all

Interesting topic. I'm a whore and love the pain and the pleasure I am used for. My bf has started giving me Viagra. Now, I'm nineteen and have no need for it, but I'm also a bottom who hates getting fucked after cumming. This is how it usually goes. He gives me a pill , cock ring and puts me on my shoulders staring up at my cock and jerks my first load on my face. Then he lets whoever is there fuck me HARD while he or someone else keeps jerking. Both are uncomfortable. The pills keep me hard and the fucking keeps me cumming three or four times and then I'm literally shooting painful blanks. It's awful. By the end my cock is literally swollen to two or three times normal size. After the scary first time when it was so swollen that we couldn't get the ring off, we switched to rubber ones that can be cut off. I enjoy the thought of it, thinking of it after, but it's just pain during. Do I love it? Who knows, but they do and that's what I'm here for.

Life and death, in WAR! There are way too many able bodies doing nothing and just looking for a handout. As for foreign aid, why should the USA, (I am in Sweden) fund the world? Why should hard working American Taxpayers (that is whom is paying for all), be fitting the bill? Does not make any sense. As for safety net, Welfare! In Sweden, Welfare consists of rent, hospital visits, electricity, and a stipend of around $500.00 for food clothing and necessities. Every month when applying, one must also enclose their bank statement, jobs they have searched for, and be in a program that helps them find a job. If they do not attend the program or are lax in anything, they lose their benefit for that month. Welfare is to help you for a while, not be dependent on it for life.

Hot story! Eager to hear more!

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Fuckbuddies come and go. I had many and still have. I was lucky to have a few who could produce what seemed like an endless stream of cum. I loved these guys. Produce 5-6 loads in two hours. Go away for a (sex) weekend with them and literally not be able to walk after that. All fucked out and leaking cum. So much fun! I would welcum another with open legs 😉

I can't believe I'm here, and I can't believe I'm really doing this. I'm in a sling looking up at Sam's handsome face and sweaty torso. I close my eyes as he leans over and begins kissing me. Naked men with hard cocks are all around us, watching. Then I feel the head of Sam's big dick start to probe my ass, The guys cheer as Sam's poz cock slides all the way into my neg hole. It won't be long before Sam pozzes me with his toxic cum. I've got a huge hard-on as he starts fucking me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was about six months ago that I saw my first pozzing porn video. At first I thought, what the fuck? I mean, bareback videos are one thing, but videos where guys are actually trying to infect each other with HIV? And these aren't just fake movies, these are real. But as I watched a guy with a biohazard tattoo above his crotch getting ready to shoot his load inside another guy's ass, my cock got hard. Real hard. And even before the guy in the movie came, I came. Wow what a turn-on! I got obsessed. I looked around the internet for anything to do with pozzing. There weren't many videos around, and most of those were low-quality, and obviously fake. But a few were pretty good, and I watched them over and over again. Great jackoff material! I found websites where guys posted about being bug chasers or gift givers. Most of the posts seemed like fantasies, but some of them rang true. It seemed there actually were guys out there who searched for negative men who wanted to become positive, and vice versa. I started to wonder if I wanted to become a bug chaser too. That's when I met Sam online. He posted about being HIV+ for the last 20 years, and how he would meet up with negative men who wanted to get pozzed. I reached out to him and set up a coffee date to talk about it. We met at a cafe in Melbourne's Fitzroy neighborhood. Sam was healthy looking and handsome, a bit younger than me with reddish hair that was turning silver. He was easygoing and loved chatting all about his gift-giving activities. Sam told me that he usually was on meds, but during the summer months he quit taking them. "My viral load goes up and I become infectious again," he said. "I spend the next few months fucking as many bug chasers as I can. When I go back on my meds, my viral load becomes undetectable." I asked him why guys wanted to be poz. "I think of it as a bond, a fraternity and a connection between hot, masculine, virile men. The confidence to embrace the intimacy and the slippery pleasures....I find that handsome and sexy. "I think giving and taking potent loads makes men feel more masculine and connected. Weird how just seeing guys unload in each other and thinking it might be a poz load is such a turn on for me. Muscles, hairy, solid builds, sweat and cum. Just looks and feels good. Enjoy it I say." Hearing Sam talk about it like that gave me a throbbing boner. Then he started describing some of his exploits and I got even more turned on. "I find it really hot having a poz boyfriend or buddy and us breeding guys together. I love gloryhole breeding. At a gloryhole it's usually pretty clear if a load is being offered and a guys is open for loads. Can get down to business and plant a poz load without too much waiting. "My first vacation trip to Europe with a buddy, planting potent loads was an amazing buzz. Beach dunes, fuck clubs and hotel hookups. "I sometimes visit a buddy in Bendigo and he arranges hookups for us to go and tag-team breed local guys. I enjoy doing that together. Say, would you like to join us sometime? I think we're going down there this weekend if you're free." "Oh, fuck yeah! You don't have to ask me twice," I answered. -To be continued-

I’m constantly surprising myself. I went to my first gay men’s club/ gym/sauna. I went on a weeknight because I thought it would be less busy…less people that might see me walking in. I’m terrified of people finding out about this side of my life. Anyway, I paid the guy at the desk, got a quick rundown of the rules etc., got assigned a locker, I paid for a room with a bed and tv and I headed inside. I changed and sat there wearing just my towel and waited for my nerves to calm down then headed to my room. I passed several rooms with the doors open and men having sex. Older guys, overweight…but I’m not judging. I got to my room and shut the door. It was much cleaner than I expected. Im sorry if I’m giving too many details. So I sat there and put some porn on the tv. After probably a half hour I opened my door. It didn’t take long for someone to stand in my doorway. He asked if I topped. I told him I was waiting on a friend because he looked very emaciated and a little fucked up. After a few minutes a couple walked by and then came back and said hello. We made small talk and they asked if I wanted some company. *I swear I’m trying to keep this short because I know you guys don’t like long winded stories* ANYWAY…they sat on each side of me. One immediately started giving me head while the other started making out with me. I maneuvered onto the bed with a guy between my legs sucking me while I started sucking his partner. This was FUN!! I was lost in pure ecstasy!! Then I felt the guy sucking me start rubbing his cock on my hole. Without a word I just spread my legs as I continued sucking. He entered me and began fucking me hard right away. I couldn’t suck his friend because of the way he was moving me. It wasn’t long before he unloaded inside me. His partner immediately took his place and began fucking me. My legs wrapped around him and I really enjoyed the girth of his cock! Too quickly he also came inside me. We made some more small talk and they thanked me and left. I sat on my towel and tried to clean off with my towel. That’s when another man entered. I was still so horny and he asked if I wanted to fuck. Without a word I got on my hands and knees. He got behind me and said hello had watched the other two fucking me. He called me a “fucking cum dump” as he entered me. He was very big and hurt me quite a bit getting in. I’m glad I was loosened up by the couple. I REALLY enjoyed this fuck!! He was very verbal…calling me a nasty slut, cum dump faggot and whore. I loved every word!! After he came inside me I just lay there with my ass up in the air. I was in a euphoric state. Then I felt someone get on the bed. I didn’t even look back. I just felt a cock slide into me. He was another quickie. I felt his pace quicken and then he held inside of me as he came. After he pulled out and got off the bed I saw that it was the skinny emaciated guy from earlier. I felt gross knowing he just came inside of me. After he left I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. I felt cum running down my leg. I got in the shower and scrubbed my whole body hard because I felt like I just let a homeless guy fuck me! I fingered my asshole with soapy water trying to clean him out of me. I got dried off and changed and left. When I got home I jerked off and shot a HUGE load on my chest. I took another shower and went to bed. That was Wednesday night. I’m telling myself that I need to go to Dr’s office and get that post exposure medicine but I’m too worried to tell anyone about why I need it. Plus my other previous sexual encounters, it might be too late. Maybe I’ll go tomorrow

Hooked with a hot young twink with a daddy fetish on Sniffies, had his mouth for over 15 minutes, teaching to take it down... then fucked his ass hard and deep for a long period of time.... he knows I'm undetectable, but I belief he's a chaser. Asking me to breed him...

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SALOPE My journey to protecting my sexual partners’ health and my own health by finally starting meds after so many years of delay was complicated. The first couple of drugs I was prescribed gave me side effects. One of them caused me to have night terrors as soon as I drifted off to sleep. Another medication caused me to occasionally hallucinate so bizarrely that I knew the visions and sounds weren’t real. One such time, I was in a hotel lobby in Mexico City and heard a huge explosion. There was not any smoke, broken glass, screaming people – and I knew it was just the meds. As a result, my adherence was “spotty” at best. My doctor told me that I’d be better off not taking them at all rather than taking them only some of the time. It had something to do with causing viral resistance. Around the same time, I started a new job which required me to travel overseas quite a bit. It wasn’t unusual for me to go away for several weeks at a time. As a result, my trysts with Mike became much less frequent. But when we did meet, Mike completely stopped using condoms when he fucked me. He said he couldn’t go back to being inside of me with a layer of plastic in between. He also liked to “knock me up”. (I think that phrase took on its current meaning a while after our time together.) To my knowledge, Mike didn’t get the bug. I started trying to meet other guys and I started having sex with many of them. Also, Mike must have had second thoughts about his domestic situation and having a gay fuck toy on the side. We still traded a few emails, but even those started to become less frequent. I don’t know if he continued to play with other guys after we moved on from each other. I became much sluttier and kinkier than I had ever been in my life, although I always enjoyed leather and the bondage/roleplay scene. Earlier in my life, I was known to have casual sex with strangers in the past, but for most of my life, I’d been more relationship oriented. Perhaps it was the chance to have so many exotic men in Europe and Latin America. I wanted to taste all of it! For whatever the cause, I became less focused on having a boyfriend or exclusive sex partner. One evening after a long day, I was sipping a beer at the bar of a gay establishment and a much younger cute guy asked if the seat next to me was taken. “Be my guest,” I told him. We started talking and flirting. He asked me if I visited this bar often, and I told him I was visiting the city for the first time on business. “Have you been to the basement rooms yet? Those can be a lot of fun,” he said. I told him I didn’t know there was another part to the bar, and he offered to show me around. We both finished our drinks and he led the way. I followed him toward the back of the bar and through a curtain, then down some wooden steps. The air was a bit cool and damp as we descended, but I could smell the unmistakable scent of man-sex hanging in the air. The lighting was very dim, but my eyes adjusted. It looked like there were gloryhole booths lining a hallway as we continued. Finally, we reached a pitch-black dark room where I could hear guys having sex. The young guy stopped and turned around and we started kissing. I reached around and cupped his bubble ass cheeks in my hands and groped him. After a few minutes, he turned around and grinded his ass against the raging hard-on beneath the zipper of my jeans. I unzipped his jeans and he dropped them and rubbed his bare ass against me. I hiked my jeans down a bit and my cock sprang free. I rubbed my cock into his smooth ass crack, rubbing up and down and occasionally rubbing my cock head all along his crack. I poked my cock between his legs and along his taint and he reached back and pointed my bare cock to his hole and pushed back against me. My cock easily slid into his hole. He was either slick with lube or he was already carrying a load or two. I held his hips as I slowly fucked him deep and then pulled back almost to the point of my head slipping out of him, then repeated. I was really enjoying his ass and I started to sweat, contributing my scent to the sex already lingering in the room. We must have been making some noise because as I was plowing the guy’s pussy, I felt a hard body against my back and the guy started grabbing my pecs and lightly pinching my nipples. This sent me over the edge and I grunted as I emptied my nuts into the guy in front of me. He pulled himself off my cock and turned around and sucked my dick clean. Then, he was gone. The guy who was behind me pushed my jeans down over my ass. The next thing I knew, his face was between my cheeks and rimming me out. Whomever he was, he had a beard and it felt good as his tongue tried to worm its way into my innards. I pushed back, and after several minutes of lapping my hairy hole, he stood up and I reached back to show him the way inside. His large, hooded cock was slick with precum and I felt very tight as he pushed it home. I wasn’t lubed except for his precum, but soon, the oozing of it inside of me made me start to enjoy it. After a few minutes I heard him grunt and felt his warm cum flush into me. I spent the rest of the evening using and being used by other men. I left the bar stinking of cum. I went back the following evening.

(Continue) Catching a breath, they returned, each hard body glistening in the light. My uncle now sat on the sofa, legs spread with his dark tan meat, dripping precum, beckoning my lips. I knelt and stretched wide my mouth to receive the gilded shaft and as I did I felt the blonde stud begin to enter my loosened hole for the spit roasting. The hung young tan stud worked its way into my hole and then began to work my open chute. As he began it was clear he had experience beyond his years. His wrestling taught him how to wrestle pigs and make them squeal. As he skillfully worked my hole he reached out to my uncle for a high-five. Feverously pounding my ass he heaved a grunt and filled my hole with his hot young jock seed. As he did, he continued to breed me deep. It was time for him to return to the front. He pulled out and moved to the soft. I began to clean him off and as I did, my uncle return to piston my ass and work the gobs of cum with his monster cock deeper into my worn hole. I could hear the sound of air popping as his cock enter and exited my ass. The longer and more intense the fuck, to sorer my ass became. Finally, he thrust forward and unleashed a geyser of hot jizz deep up my hole. I exhaled and as I did the cum began to drip out my ass and onto the carpet. My uncle shoved his cock back in my hole and as he did he leaned over and tonged the blonde stud whose cock was still in my mouth. After a moment, the young studs dick erupted, this time filling my mouth. Both holes were full as we all we spinning.

"no meds in the world can save you now", sploosh

Almost like Whorebocka 😈 Though I don’t know where that city is unfortunately 🥲🤣

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.

Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. A couple days after my anniversary with my boyfriend (when I'd let him bathe his uncovered cock in Jaime's cum without telling him), Simon said he was free and wanted to "fuck that cheatin' ass" again. I told my friends I wasn't feeling well, and practically ran over to Simon's place that night. I walked into his apartment like he said, and I found him naked on his bed, playing with his hard cock. I wanted to jump on him right then and there. He looked over at me with a mischievous smirk, asking "Been a while, hasn't it?" I nodded, happy to see him again. The last time he'd fucked me had been three weeks ago, the night he'd told me about his plan to get Jaime to come over and give up his cherry, which is just what happened a week later. Jaime and my boyfriend had both fucked me since then, but it wasn't the same as getting fucked by Simon. I wanted him inside me immediately. But as usual, he wasn't going to let me have it that easily. As I was choking on his cock, he told me, "I know you want this dick in you, boy…." He fucked my throat really hard then, making a point, "….but first you gotta take care of my friends." Friends? Fuck, how many dicks did I have to take before he would just fuck me again? I didn't want anyone else, I wanted him. But he always liked to push my boundaries and see what he could get me to do, so I guess I wasn't really surprised. Pushing me off his cock, he handed me a blindfold, ordering "Put this on." I didn't even argue. The faster I got his 'friends' out of the way, the sooner he'd be inside me again. I put the blindfold on. "Good boy," he said, rubbing the side of my face with tenderness that surprised me. "I trained you good, didn't I? You'll do anything for this fuckin' dick, won't you, bitch boy? So fuckin' hot." Then he took his hand away from my face, got up, and left. A couple seconds later, I heard several men enter the room, but I had no idea who they were, or how many. One of them rubbed my ass, and another one put his cock in my mouth, and I started sucking him. As I worked on his cock, the guy behind me buried his face in my ass and started eating me out, very tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Pretty soon he was slapping my ass, then he was lining his cock up and pushing into me. When he was all the way inside me and lying down on top of me, I finally recognized him as Jaime, the kid from across the street. This was the third time in two weeks he was sticking his cock in me, bareback again. I wondered if he was hooking up with anyone else, besides me and Simon. Jaime got into a nice rhythm and started breathing into my ear as I swallowed the cock in front of me. After a while, someone pushed my head to the side, and then Jaime was sucking on the cock, while he was fucking me. Jaime was really turning into a little slut, it looked like. I'm sure Simon was proud of his work. After a few minutes of the two of us sucking the stranger's cock, Jaime started to moan really loud and fuck me harder, and I knew he was close. Then, as Jaime started cumming inside me, I heard Simon's voice, "That's right, boy, give him your fuckin' load again, make him get used to takin' cum, don't even ask, just shoot your fuckin' load inside of him, make him take it." Jaime pulled out, and the guy in front of me moved around behind me and pushed inside my cummy hole. Then after a few seconds, I finally recognized the mystery fucker as Simon's roommate, who'd fucked me plenty of times before. And even though he'd pumped his cum into me every time, I still didn't know what he looked like. Once the roommate had gotten started, I let my head rest on the bed, thinking that these were the 'friends' about whom Simon had been speaking, and that there were no more (which both relieved and disappointed me), but then I felt someone lift my head up, and another cock was being shoved down my throat. It wasn't Simon's, Jaime's, or the roommate's, and it definitely wasn't my boyfriend's. That meant whoever this guy was, he really was a stranger, making him the third random guy Simon was pimping me out to. These are the thoughts I was having, as the roommate gave me his load, and the stranger moved around and forced his cock inside me. This was the third guy in about 15 minutes to stick his raw cock inside me, and somehow it felt totally…natural, like this is what I was supposed to be doing. My hole was totally sloppy with cum now, and there was a complete stranger inside me who only Simon knew, but I wasn't scared or nervous anymore, I was actually starting to like it. God, what was Simon doing to me? The stranger fucking me was being really passionate and kissing my neck and my back, like he'd never fucked an ass before. He was whispering things in my ear, like, "Oh, this is better than I thought," and, "Oh, you're so wet," and, "I've never done this with my wife before." He kept gasping and moaning, and it was actually a big turn-on to be appreciated like that, and to make someone feel so good. Before long, the stranger was gasping and panting in my ear, and then I felt him shove into me really hard and hold it there, and I knew I was getting my third load of the night. The three guys left, I took the blindfold off, and then finally Simon let me sit on his fucking cock. I bounced up and down with a big smile on my face, and Simon put his hands behind his head and let me do all the work. He looked up at me with a big grin as he felt all the cum inside me. After just a few minutes of that, Simon grabbed me and roughly flipped me onto my back to fuck me. But this time, instead of just pounding me into the mattress like he usually did, he was very slow and gentle. He moved in so close to my face that our noses touched, and I thought he was going to kiss me. He moaned softly and his eyes glazed over as he slowly fucked in and out of my wet, sloppy hole. "You have no fuckin' idea how good you feel, baby," he said to me. "You have so much fuckin' cum inside you right now. It was so hot seein' you give it up for my friends like that. You were such a good lil' boy." And I realized then that I would do anything to hear Simon talk to me the way he was talking to me right now. This is what I wanted -- to make Simon happy, to have him inside of me. Before long Simon asked "You ready for my load now?" I nodded emphatically, urging "Yes, please, Simon, I need it, I've been waiting so long, please, I can't wait any longer, give it to me!" "You want me to pull out?" he asked, teasing me. "No!" I practically shouted at him. "Don't pull out, I need you inside me, I wanna make you feel good, make me yours, Simon, please, cum inside me, give it to me!" "Good fuckin' boy," he said with a big smile, and he started pounding me harder, fucking all the cum into me, making loud sloshing noises. He started grunting and groaning, then he leaned in next to my ear, grabbed me tight, and started shooting his load inside me. Finally, I thought, this is what I'd wanted so bad, this is what I needed. I didn't care about anything else. Now I was complete. "Fuck, boy, that was incredible," he said, as he lay down next to me and sighed. "You're learnin' real fast. Takin' a total stranger's dick like that, very nice, boy, very nice." Then he thought for a second, and said, "Well, he might not be a total stranger to you," he said with a chuckle, "but he was to me!" "What??" I asked. I wasn't sure which part was more horrifying -- that Simon had no idea who I'd just let fuck me, or that it might have been someone I knew! "Don't worry, baby doll," he said, pulling me in to cuddle with him, like always. He knew I loved when he did that. "I met him last week, he's a real nice guy, a family guy, you know? He just wants to have a little fun on the side, and I knew you would take care of him. You made him feel so good. Wish you coulda seen the look on his face. You did so great, baby doll, you always do." And then he started to kiss my neck, and I started to forget that Simon had just tricked me into having sex with someone even he didn't know. "You've learned so much," he said, kissing my shoulder now, and sliding his hand down to my cock, "but you have more to learn, and I'm gonna teach you." I didn't know what Simon meant by that. But if it meant I got to keep seeing him, and keep feeling his skin pressed against mine, and keep making him happy, then I was all in.