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I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

I still couldn't believe what I had just seen it blew my mind to have seen my dad intentionally fill his own grandson with a load of toxic poz cum. My dad didn't pull right out and I heard him tell my son that he was keeping his ass plugged so that it wouldn't leak out. I also saw him reach over and pick up a medium sized butt plug. I guessed he was going to use it to replace his cock keeping the cum inside. I found myself walking into the room my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. My cock as hard as it had ever been. Since my son had come out as gay I had occasionally dreamed of something happening either with me or with me watching but had never imagined something like this. As i walked towards them I couldn't take my eyes off my son's ass my dads cock still buried inside as it started to get soft. Dad was about to pull out and insert the butt plug he was holding when he noticed me there and stopped he stiffened and looked a little nervous I coukd tell he didn't know how I would react then he seemed to notice my rock hard cock amd where I was looking and relaxed. I didn't say anything just put my hand on his shoulder and he pulled his cock out of my son's now tainted ass and moved to the side so that I could move in behind him then hesitated my mind wasn't sure if I was ready to take thus step. My body was mkre than ready however. I felt I was about to explode with the need to do something. However I didn't move in to ljbe my cock up with his slightly gaping ass instead I leaned down put my hands on his cheeks and leaned in tongue extending to get a taste The smell was intense. A mix of my son's natural smell and my dads cum it had me feeling intoxicated as I started to bury my tongue deep inside. It was then my son realized something was happening and I felt him stiffen a little when he looked back and saw me and I heard him gasp " dad" but before he could react more my father put his hand on his back and told him to relax. For the next five minutes I ate my son's newly bred ass while my dad rubbed his back and talked dirty to him still calling him names and degrading him as he moaned from the work my mouth was doing. I finally couldn't resist anymore so I stopped what my tongue was doing and I straightened up moving in behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. My dad has always shot huge loads and even after I had tongue fucked my boy there was enough leaking out that I didn't need lube as I pushed my cock in. My cock isn't nearly as long as my father but is thicker so my son was still fairly tight as I started to fuck him. I admit I was in heaven I had dreamed of fucking him many many times but this was better than anything I had ever dreamed of the whole situation was mkre than I could have imagined. As my cock worked his ass the fact it was not only my dads cum that we were using for lube but his poz filled cum made the whole situation even more surreal. After a couple minutes my dad moved up by my son's head and began slapping his face with his cock until my son put it in his mouth That was to much for me. My son being spotted between me and my dad was more than I could take and in less than a minute I found myself cumming deep inside my son shooting a huge load of my own. As I pulled out my dad handed me the plug he had grabbed earlier and I pushed it inside my son before I collapsed next to him on the bed. I watched for awhile as my son sucked hjs grandfather's cock and saw he was starting to get hard again already which wasn't a surprise dad always could recover quickly and age didn't seem to effect that. My dad pulled his cock out of his grandsons mouth and leaned down and whispered in his ear. My son just nodded then got up and moved over to me asking me to lay on my stomach. I wasn't sure what he had in mind for sure but had some guesses mostly thought my son might end up trying to top me. As I rolled onto my stomach I felt him mkve in and felt his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart then felt his tongue start to rim me. I was kinda surprised at how good my bot was at eating ass at his age but he definitely had a gift. Soon his fingers joined his tongue as he slowly woked my hole and I was in heaven. After a few minutes it was just his fingers and I realized he was lubing me up and I got excited thinking I would soon feel his cock replace the fingers. I knew my son had had plenty of lovers but he had never expressed any interest in topping the thought i would be the first he did it with had me getting hard again. When his fingers stopped I felt his hands grab my hips and he pulled back on them so I moved so that I was on my knees elbows and forearms on the bed. I was anticipating feeling my son's hands on my ass again as he moved in behind me. And I did feel hand but not my son's somewhat small soft hands they were my dads larger calloused hands. Part 3 soon

Steam Room Breeding Chapter 1. I was out of town for a conference, staying at a really swanky hotel in Amsterdam, the kind with it’s own spa and sauna area. I finished my morning lectures and presentations and didn’t have anything all afternoon until a dinner meeting. After walking around town a bit, I went back to the hotel to change and explore the sauna area. Some of my straight colleagues had told me about the sorts of antics that went on there during past conferences. A manager told me that he got a handjob from another guy once. I suspected that if he admitted to a handjob, he probably did more. Another junior manager told me that he saw two guys blowing each other, which probably meant he was the one sucking cock. Hearing these straight guys, in Amsterdam no less, talking so lasciviously about a hotel sauna, I wondered what they must have though of the Red Light District… I thought their idea of deviant behavior was somehow quaint. Anyway, I skyped my boyfriend back home and told him I was going to go exploring. He winked at me, and told me to have a good time, and then told me that he would be entertaining a few friends of his own that afternoon. I knew he’d wind up taking loads, so there was nothing to stop me from having some raunchy sweaty fun. I went downstairs and was disappointed to find that the whole spa area was closed for the day for cleaning. Just my luck. I went back to my room and found a few overtly gay saunas online and headed that way. I found the address and was buzzed in. I saw a poster with a comic of an asshole leaking cum and some Dutch writing I couldn’t understand, but I did note today’s date featured prominently. I walked in, and the attendant spoke to me in perfect English, asking if I was a member, I told them no and that I was just visiting. He smiled and said, members only, but that today there was a special offer. I handed over the cash, paid my admission, and he gave me a yellow bracelet and told me to wear it so that members would recognize me as a newcomer and welcome me. I thanked him, and headed to the locker room to get rid of my clothes and into a towel. I shucked off my clothes as two guys came in, sweaty and smiling. They noticed my bracelet, smiled at me, and dropped their towels. Both were semi-hard, and one had a glistening cock that looked like he had just been fucking. He shook his cummy cock at me, smiling, as his buddy bent over the bench and pulled his cheeks apart, showing off a sloppy freshly-bred asshole. My mouth started to water. They laughed and said something in Dutch that I didn’t understand. ‘English,’ the top asked me. ‘American.’ I replied. ‘He wants to know if you want to fuck him…’ I was instantly rock hard and walked up to the bottom’s upturned ass. "Condom?" I asked. They both shook their heads no, and the bottom spread his cheeks wider. I lined up my raw cock and slapped it against his shiny wet hole. He backed up onto it, and I gasped as I easily slid all the way inside. The top walked up behind me and tweaked my nipples, sliding his slimy cock between my ass cheeks. The bottom sank himself until my balls were tight against him. They both babbled in Dutch as I pounded that hole. "Breed him," the top hissed into my ear. I could feel my orgasm building in my gut, and shot my load into his eager friend’s ass. I bent forward to catch my breath, still inside the wet hole below me. The top took that as an invitation and lurched forward, tearing my ass open. I knew he was in me raw, and I didn’t stop him. He had been rubbing off against my ass, surely leaking precum. That precum and the bottom’s ass juice still on his cock were the only lube as he jackrabbited against my ass. His fucking kept me hard, and even though the bottom was still, he was clenching his gut muscles. Just as the top started breathing more quickly and fired off his load into me, I lost another load inside the bottom. The top pulled out and walked into the showers, smiling at me, and beckoning for his friend to join him. The bottom kissed me on the mouth and fingered my ass a bit. He stammered as best as he could in English, "Nothing like fresh toxic cum…." My jaw dropped, and then I shrugged as I thought to myself 'My boy and I had both been taking cum from strangers for a long time. We certainly must had taken more than one POZ load. No big deal, right?'. Then why was I getting hard again, especially after just having cum twice? To be continued…

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.

An unedited draft I found in the old files. 1. On this day “Stop, stop,” I stammered, rising up and leaning forward to brace my forearms against the popcorn wall of Terence’s apartment and groaned - against my hyper sensitive skin, even the bumps on the wall felt like a forbidden pleasure. Terence kissed and nipped at my abdomen, “you getting scared?” he murmured, not a single note of judgement in his voice. I swallowed against the hoarse lump in my throat and sucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth trying to build some saliva so I could even simply just speak. Fearing his lost interest if I delayed too long, I simply shook my head no, looking down and locking eyes with him to make sure he saw. He smiled and continued kissing. I finally found my voice, “no… I just, I can’t hold myself there - hovering over your dick like that… thighs weak… fuck… high.” John chuckled, a low rumble that echoed in my belly, “I think that means you should sit on it.” “Mmm,” I moaned as he reached up to tweak one nipple, then the other, then both. “Yesssss,” I hissed as his careful ministrations brought me back to life. I slithered my forearms down against the wall, enjoying the gentle ribbing against my skin. I lowered my body again until once more I felt the head of his cock against my hole. This time rather than trying to squat over him, I folded my legs. He patted my thighs, now relaxed and straight, rather than taut and strained. “Better?” He whispered as he let his hands explore my backside, grip my cheeks, and once again begin to pry them open. The meth made it so that my mind actually thought it could feel his dick secreting its juices against the exterior of my hole. But I didn’t have too much time to dwell on that because I most certainly did feel it when his wiry fingers worked their way in, pushing his juices deeper into me. “Fuck yeaaaaa.” I looked down at him and grinned. He nodded to my right, “pick up the poppers and do a long hit, both sides.” I couldn’t refuse, despite the massive pounding in my head. I picked up the bottle wearily and looked down at him as I began the first sniff on my right side. “Inhale…” he murmured, moving one hand up to my chest so he could feel me take in the fumes, while the fingers of his other hand increased the speed or pressure or… fuck… whatever he was doing back there it was driving me crazy with anticipation. I held the hit - he likes it when I do that - but then I thought I saw the slightest nod so I released the hit, sinking down further against his wriggling fingers as I did so. These poppers were strong and we’d just opened them a short while ago. Immediately the vapors went to work, sweeping away my worries with a wave of warmth and perversion. I must’ve let out some kind of noise because he chuckled. With his one free hand he nudged the bottle to the other nostril. As I inhaled again, my ass grew alive to the feeling of every twist and turn of his fingers. The way his knuckles bulged and the edges of his fingernails were not perfectly filed down. I lifted my ass, not to get away, but to add the motion of sliding on his fingers. “Good boy,” he whispered as I exhaled. On instinct, at the bottom of the exhale I breathed in a little bit more vapor - the bottle was still uncapped and right there. Nothing gets by Terence, though. “A good addict always wants more,” he commented slyly, “go ahead do another hit, both nostrils.” I started again, and smiled as the pounding in my head transformed from the throb of discomfort to the rhythm of encouragement, pushing me to go further and sink deeper. Poppers work so quickly. By the time I was on the second side I felt him inserting all the fingers of one hand and then splaying them steadily inside of me, like a human speculum. His other hand insistently tweaked at my nips, sending pulses of pleasure up to my brain where they infused with the drugs and then raced back down to tell my cock to leak and my ass to open. “Time for something stronger,” Terence said, nodding at the side table, as I finished the second hit. I let out a groan of desire. Always. Always meth after poppers. He had expertly slid his cock through the opening in his fingers and now I could feel the crown pushing incessantly, desperate to get in. “Make you want it more,” Terence said as I picked up the bong. “I do want it,” I said, the desperation pushing the pitch of my voice higher as I clicked on the torch. That sound immediately sent a mental shiver that only added to my heightened state of arousal. “What do you want?” he teased. I didn’t answer, as I was now 100% fixated on the bong. My poppered up cross eyes watched as the crystal melted and the smoke started to swirl around the bong. I licked my chapped lips as I raised the pipe to my mouth and started to suck. My eyes followed those wisps as they raced from the bulb, through the bong, gurgled through the water, up the pipe and then down my throat. As my thoughts raced, I thought Terence had picked up some preternatural ability to time the flicks of his fingers on my nips with the bubbling of the water. Such pure fucking delirious pleasure, I thought. I continued to fill myself with that most delicious of drugs, my tweaker eyes carefully watching my torso expand while also making sure the wisps weren’t escaping through the bong hole. Terence doesn’t like that, waste of good meth, he had explained. Which is why I had to maintain some level of control while smoking with him. I had to time it just right… to stop the flame quite a bit earlier so that I could cleanly suck away the residual smoke without wastage. I closed my eyes as I reached the top of my breath, letting the rush wrap around me. I cried out as precisely in that moment, Terence’s other hand move from my ass to my other nipple, and now his fingers were furiously dancing around my most sensitive erogenous zones. “You’re…” I said breathlessly, “... in?” “Yes boy, you almost didn’t notice it with that hit, right?” He teased, bucking upward so I could feel the certainty of his dick in my ass. I grunted as, again, I involuntarily raised the bong. Terence laughed, “not like I wasn’t going to give you a hit anyway, but you gotta learn to keep better control.” I already had the torch lit when he said, “2 more hits then, punishment for trying to sneak one without my permission.” “Fuuuck,” I said around the pipe as I heated the bulb and felt his cock push deeper inside of me. “That’s it,” Terence said as I started to inhale again. “Get hungry for that fucking dirty dick,” I heard him say over the bubbling. Yes, I thought as my heartbeat quickened to match the throbbing in my brain. I want this dirty dick. “I know you do, boy,” he said, surprising me. In my altered state, I hadn’t realized I’d said it outloud. Clearly, Terence was aware of that as he smirked at me, “do the second hit now, hurry up junkie.” I whimpered as those words caused my dick to jump. “Love being your junkie,” I quickly uttered before I stuck the pipe back into my mouth, still coordinated enough to not let any of the precious smoke escape before I could suck it in. “Yeah, let’s get you back into that headspace,” Terence said, pinching my nips each in turn. I grimaced and whined but didn’t dare to stop sucking. I knew he was just teasing me. He started flicking them again and I pushed myself down further on his dick as pleasure flooded my body and filth surged in my mind. “Oh god…” I cried out as I felt his balls at the base of my ass and his fat crown deep in my guts, “it’s too–” “It was always too late,” Terence cut me off, knowing exactly what I was going to say. I looked down at him and in my high I saw his handsome face twisted. The drugs in my system pulled the shadows across his face longer and deeper into devilish proportions. “You knew you were going to sit on this toxic dick the minute you sent me that message,” he said, tugging me down by the nips. I curled my back so he could continue to fuck his disease into me as I laid my forehead against his. I saw his twisted smile and then closed my eyes, letting the demonic visage sharpen with the fresh drugs in my system. I felt his tongue against my lips and opened, letting our mouths explore each other messily as he continued to whisper to me between wet kisses. “There was…” he said before sucking on my tongue, “... no chance…” he spit and then leaned in to lap at the pool of his filth in my mouth, “... you were going to stay sober…” Fucccck. I was going to put down the bong and lighter, but with those words, I urgently opened my eyes and sought to bring the pipe into the small space between our hearts. He saw what I was doing and laughed, “good tweaker, but there’s not enough space for that to not burn.” I groaned in disappointment. “Now now,” he chastised, “where there’s a tweaker, there’s a way. Use the long nozzle.” Of course, Terence’s home was filled with every kind of apparatus one needed to get a good fix, and he had used most of them already to pump me up over the last few days. I lifted my head slightly to find the long black plastic nozzle. It was about a yard long and at the end of it was yet another bong firmly clamped to the table. As I brought the nozzle to my lips he took the lighter from me with one hand and stretched it out to light the bulb. “Now for this hit, I’m just gonna keep the flame going, you can swap between putting the nozzle in my mouth or yours or whatever, I’ll let you do what you want.” I nodded and furiously began to suck. He raised an eyebrow, “just don’t be too greedy, now.” I nodded and put the nozzle end into his mouth, then blew a cloud of smoke around his face as he sucked. I could even see him breathing some in through his nostrils. The metallic smell engulfed us as he spit the nozzle out and I quickly latched on to his mouth to take the shotgun. I took as much as I could but I could see the nozzle still streaming out smoke so I snuck the plastic in between our mouths. We lost ourselves in a hazy mix of hits, shotguns, slobber, and verbal filth. “Put that fucking pipe in my mouth.” And I did, not knowing if those words were even his or mine, the battlecry of a long repressed addict. He latched his mouth to my nose, taking in my hit that way. “Back and forth.” Again it didn’t matter whose voice it was. We messily clashed through the haze but our tweaker mouths on instinct found their way back to each other. As he finally stopped the flame after what felt to me like half an hour, we used each other’s lungs as balloons, recycling the precious chemical again and again, forcing every single bit to distill in our bodies. Incredibly, and this is precisely when I came to him, Terence’s free hand remained on my nipple the entire time, and now his other hand, no longer busy with the torch, found its way to my chest as well. Nothing, and I mean nothing, ruins me having my nipples played with. The sensations made every fiber of my body scream out for drugs. More drugs. Always drugs. When we finally finished, hardly a wisp of smoke escaped either of our mouths. “Fuck!” I cried out and he moved his mouth to one of my tits and began assaulting it with his tongue. “Yeah you fucking meth addict,” he said between nips and licks, “I know what you fucking want.” “Ugh!” I struggled under his assault, yet my grip was like an iron vice around his head, keeping his tongue and mouth right there. “Goddamnit,” I pleaded, “that makes me want the nastiest things.” “Uh huh,” he said, speeding up his licks, “tell me, boy.” “Fuck man… never pull out just keep that fucking poz dick in me, and then cum over and over again and over and again,” I said, my words garbling at the end. “And feed you more meth?” he earnestly asked. I nodded furiously, “get me hooked again goddamnit it, don’t let me stop, make me do hits nonstop as long as you’re in me and you’re fucking on my nips like that, god.” “Yeah? Hit that fucking bong again then!” There was no way I could pick up the bong in that state, so I simply popped the plastic nozzle back in my mouth. Now it was my arm stretching out to light the bulb. “Ohhhh fuuuuck,” I whispered as I took in a new hit. The barely subsided waves of pleasure now buoyed up again by a new flood of dopamine in my system. I felt the sharp sensation of my brain frying as I sucked again and again. “Do some continuous hits, until I say,” Terence demanded, then returned to his job of drooling over one nip. He quickly stuck the fingers of his hand into his mouth to get them wet before using them to tease the other nip. With his second free hand, he reached in between us to pull at my dick. I whimpered as I finally sucked to the top of my lungs and then forcefully exhaled my nose as fast as possible so I could suck from my mouth again, and quickly before anything burned or the smoke was wasted. I go from stone cold sober to desperate tweaker whore in 2 hits and Terence loved that about me. Continuous hits would push me even further, so would his amazing cadence of nip work. Fast flicks across the tip while I’m sucking to encourage me to do big hits; languid, hard licks and pinches on the exhales so I marinated in the surge of depravity each new hit brought. Inhale. I need to find more dick. I need to be ass up in a dark room. At a sex offender’s haven. In a conservative country without testing. Inhale. I need more meth. Can I put another pipe in my mouth? What if he starts peeing right now? While he slams? Inhale. Fuck… someone please tie me to a meth machine. I need to hotbox something. Inhale. “Shotgun this to me,” Terence demanded. I stopped the flame and brought both hands to his jaw, lifting his face to mine so I could push the meth into him. Feed his inner demon as he’d fed mine. We both whimpered and whined as we pushed each other’s straining lungs to go again and again, each one challenging the other to see who would have to break for fresh air first. Please not that. The door slammed. We broke free and I found myself panting, desperately drawing in oxygen even as my body tried to reject it. My head swam and my vision became speckled as if a sheet of paper next to a fire and showered by embers. I could hear Terence laugh and say hi to someone, but sharp yet muffled ringing in my ears prevented me from making out his words. I felt a hand in my hair that yanked me back. I became keenly aware of Terence’s poz cock pounding away at me as I looked up wearily at the face above me. My vision was fuzzy, my hearing was barely there. But I still could recognize him. “Good boy, Eric, welcome to Day 4,” Emilio said.

My cum always goes in them no matter what. Breeding is my pleasure everytime i fuck

How I got Pozzed up When you feel like you don’t matter, that nobody will ever love you the way you feel that you should be loved, you tend to do stupid things. Being a fat guy from the time I was 10 years old, I never loved myself. I didn’t do drugs or commit crimes like some people do. I buried my head in computers and sex. Looking for anyone that would fucking me and cum in me, just so for that moment, I felt like I mattered. Even if I was just a hole to them. I started have sex when I was 17. Living in Florida and being on AOL, it wasn’t hard to find someone that just wanted to fuck someone and never see them again. Right before I turned 18, I moved back to the Midwest. That is when I found out about bug chasing. It was a turn on. I let anyone that wanted to breed me do it. In 2008, I met a poz top that said he wasn’t on meds. I still have the video we made of him breeding me. It didn’t take though. I tested negative until I met him again in 2020. I was living in California, and in a relationship with a guy that when all was said and done, didn’t really love me. One night while he was at work B (the poz top from 2008) was in the area visiting a friend. He had a hotel room. He came and picked me up. We went back to his hotel. He fingered me for a bit roughing up my hole and then used a toothbrush to really rough it up. Once I was bleeding, that’s when he really fucked me. He came a lot. He dropped me back off at home. I kept his load in me. Letting it soak in my guts. That was mid-November. By November 28th I was deathly ill. I never put two and two together. I ended up at the ER and they diagnosed me with Covid. Little did I know it was a 2 for 1 special. I was also sero converting. It took me 3 months to get better. So about March 2021. Me and BF broke up and he moved out. Shortly after I finally got a Primary doctor in California, I asked for a full std panel. This was on a Friday. The next Tuesday the clinic calls and tells me everything came back negative on the std panel. Forward to the next morning, 7:30 in the morning and my phone is ringing. It’s the doctor themselves. “Hi, Mr A? It’s Doctor C. Just to confirm, can you confirm your date of birth and home address?” I give her my info. “The reason I’m calling is we need to go over one of the test results.” “Uh, the clinic called me last night, said everything was fine.” “It’s not fine. They didn’t wait for the last test. You tested positive for HIV” I went numb after that call. 20 years of never asking status, and taking every load offered and now I tested positive. My roommates were supportive. Told me I would get through this. 4 days after that call, I tried to unalive myself. That fact that I’m writing this story shows it didn’t work. When I was seen by the infectious disease doctor, my viral load was only 717. I started on meds. Every day hating looking at that god damn pill. Fast forward to 2024. September 2024, I said fuck it and quit taking the pill. If the doctor won’t let me do the shots, then I’m not taking the pill until my CD4 absolutely requires me to. Yeah, I’m vers. Yeah, I’m fat. And yes, if someone doesn’t ask or isn’t on prep, that’s on them at this point. It’s not my job to protect their health. If I fuck you at the bathhouse you should assume everyone is poz and not on meds. If not, don’t be surprised when a chubby top knocks your ass up with poz unmedicated seed. Oh and for anyone wondering, 43, 5’7, brown, blue 350lbs, 5-6”c

My brother and I sucked each other when we were 11/12, but we soon realized that I preferred sucking and he preferred being sucked. Our arrangement eventually lead to him fucking me, and I started looking for cock elsewhere (school mainly) when I was 14

I follow several political podcasts, a few lawyers, The Bulwark among them. One of my favorites is historian HC Richardson, i appreciate that she doesn't use click bait manipulative titles for her podcasts, and often has some great interviews/discussions with prominent's. i found her analysis of the current state of affairs balanced and level headed.

Last load I took with a regular fuckbud. was in NYC, stopped by his place. He gave me two loads in a sling

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

One time I was in a park one night and heading back to my car I noticed a condom in the parking lot and it had a huge load in it. The condom was double wrapped so I pulled it out and put in in my mouth and played with it for awhile before swallowing the unknown contents in my mouth and they tasted so fuckin good mmmmhmmm

By now, I was falling head over heels for Karl. He was this total playful stud, all ripped muscle and easy grins, with a cock that could wreck me in the best ways—thick, veined, and always ready. But it was more than that; he was caring, the way he'd brush my hair back after a rough fuck, passionate in how he'd hold me like I was his world. Those eyes of his, deep and hungry, screamed he wanted me forever, no bullshit. When the knock came at 8:30 PM, I was deep in a dream about us—tangled in sheets, his body pinning mine, whispering promises as he filled me slow and deep. I stumbled to the door, groggy and still in my boxers, the remnants of the bathhouse loads crusted between my thighs. Twisting the knob, there stood Karl, smiling that boyish smile, a plastic bag dangling from one hand with takeout containers and a couple of electrolyte drinks. He looked so damn cute in his faded tee and jeans, hair tousled like he'd rushed over, concern softening his sharp features. My heart flipped; I could've dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, yanked his zipper down, and sucked him off until he forgot his own name. 'Hey, you,' he said softly, stepping closer. 'Heard you weren't feeling great. Lukas and Tomas mentioned you bailed on dinner—sounded wiped out. Brought some food and drinks to hydrate you. Mind if I come in? Just wanna check on you.' I nodded, pulling him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled like hotel soap and my lingering sweat, but his presence cut through it all. Before I could say a word, I leaned in, cupping his face and crashing our lips together in a deep French kiss—tongues tangling wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my chin as I poured out the ache I'd felt all day. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. We made out like that for minutes, breaths ragged, his cock hardening against my thigh through his jeans. Finally, he broke it, forehead resting on mine. 'Eat first, yeah? I'll grab a quick shower—been a long day.' He pulled out his phone, texting his buddies that he'd be late, something about me not feeling well. My phone buzzed right after: messages from Jax, Tomas, and Lukas, all wishing me to get better by morning. 'Last day and night tomorrow, man—don't miss it. We're heading out early to Calgary the day after.' Jax's was shorter, possessive: 'Rest up. Need you tomorrow.' I smiled faintly, setting it aside as Karl headed to the bathroom. I dug into the food—warm pasta and grilled chicken, simple but thoughtful—while the shower ran. By the time I finished, he emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the V of his abs. 'Forgot my change of clothes in the rush,' he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Mind if I watch the game while you clean up?' I excused myself for a quick rinse, soaping away the day's grime, my ass still tender and slick from the multiple loads. Emerging, I slipped into my high booty shorts—snug against my cheeks, riding up just enough—and a soft capri tee that hugged my chest. Curling up next to him on the couch, I poured us glasses of wine from the minibar, handing him one. His arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close, the heat of his skin seeping through the towel. Karl set his glass down after a sip, turning serious, those eyes locking on mine. 'Listen, I need to talk. About us. These past days... you've got me twisted up. I want you—more than just fucks. I want to be your guy, wake up to you every morning, build something real.' His voice cracked a little, vulnerability cracking his stud facade. I swallowed, heart pounding. 'Karl, I feel it too. Falling for you hard. But... after my husband died in that ski accident last year, I'm not sure I'm ready. The grief hits random, y'know? Doesn't mean I don't want this—want you.' We talked deep then, about his HIV status—unmedicated like the others, a choice during their med break for that raw freedom, no barriers. 'It's risky,' he admitted, thumb tracing my hand. 'But with you, it feels right.' I opened up about my motivation to convert, the pull toward him. 'No regrets if it's you breeding me, Karl. If your seed takes root in me, impregnates my soul like that... I'd carry it proud.' The air thickened, emotions swirling as we leaned in again, making out slow on the couch—lips soft at first, then hungry, tongues exploring like we were mapping each other's hearts. His hands roamed under my tee, finding my nipples—toned but a bit flabby from life, pointed and sensitive. He pinched one gently, rolling it between fingers, then sucked the other through the fabric, teeth grazing until I arched, moaning into his mouth. 'Love these,' he murmured, voice husky. 'Perfect for me to play with.' We consummated it all right there, feelings spilling into steamy need. He untied the towel, his cock springing free—thick and heavy, already leaking precum. I shoved my shorts down, ass exposed as I straddled him, grinding my hole against his shaft. 'Take me,' I whispered, emotional weight making it tender. He slicked us with spit, guiding the head to my rim—still loose from earlier but clenching for him. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, our eyes locked as he filled me, stretching walls that welcomed him home. 'Fuck, you're mine,' he breathed, hands on my hips. I rode him steady, rolling my hips to take him deep, prostate sparking with each drop. His mouth latched onto my nipples again—sucking hard, biting just enough to sting, sending jolts straight to my cock. We kissed through it, breaths mingling, his thrusts meeting mine from below—passionate, not rushed, like he was claiming my heart with every slide. Sweat beaded on his chest, muscles flexing as he gripped my ass, spreading cheeks to drive deeper. 'Feel that? That's me in you, forever,' he groaned, emotional edge sharpening the heat. I came first, untouched, cum spurting across his abs in thick ropes, hole spasming around him. He followed seconds later, unloading raw—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated seed marking me as his. We clung, panting, foreheads together, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. But we weren't done. He carried me to the bed, laying me on my back, legs over his shoulders. Foreplay built emotional steam—kissing down my neck, lavishing my nipples with tongue and teeth until they throbbed red. He ate my ass next, lapping his own cum from my hole, tongue fucking deep while fingering my prostate. 'Taste us,' he said, sharing the flavor in a messy kiss. Sliding back in missionary, he fucked with long, deliberate strokes—hitting every spot, our bodies slick and synced. 'Love you,' he confessed mid-thrust, voice breaking. I wrapped legs around him, pulling him closer, cumming again as he bred me second time—cum mixing, overflowing to soak the sheets. We held each other after, whispering about futures, his hand stroking my hair. Third round hit after a breather, wine forgotten. On our sides, spooning tight, he entered from behind—lazy at first, hand jerking my cock in rhythm. Nipples got twisted again, his free hand pinching while he nipped my ear. 'Can't get enough of you,' he murmured, thrusts building to urgent, prostate hammered relentlessly. Poppers from his pocket intensified it—inhale shared, rush making me clench and buck. I shot across his fist, dry orgasm ripping through, as he pumped his third load deep, stirring the mess inside me. By the fourth, we were animals wrapped in love—me on all fours, him mounting prone, weight pressing me into the mattress. He railed hard, balls slapping my taint, one hand fisting my hair gently, the other abusing my nipples. 'All mine,' he growled, emotional possessiveness fueling the steam. I pushed back, ass devouring him, cumming one last time—waves crashing as he flooded me final, thick spurts sealing the night. Completely drained, bodies trembling, I curled into his manly frame—chest hair tickling my back, arm banded around my waist. Drifting into deep sleep, all I could think was Karl, his love wrapping me tighter than any fuck. Tomorrow was our last day together, bittersweet; I had to head home that night, but for now, in his arms, it felt like forever.

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

I keep hoping. Feel bad asking authors to write more. They already give us so much. This story in particular. Hope at some point the author is recharged and eager to write more. Concept of this story could lead to endless chapters, and I’m here for them!

This summer I had a rather colourful sex life, including being fisted regularly. My routine stool test to look for blood came back positive and was told to go for a colonoscopy - my first. Doctor commented how clean I was and reassuringly, scope was all normal. I was concerned doctor might comment why my bottom is loose and looks a wreck LOL…. I had decided not to get sedation (seems they use fentanyl for sedation) and enjoyed feeling how the scope went around - pretty amazing. Next time I will avoid vigorous bottoming for a week before taking the stool test.

I could tell you a single name or identify any of the hundreds of men that have bred me but I do know how pozzed me. At this point in my life, I was pretty much a regular at Club Z in Seattle on Saturday nights for sure and would just take loads. On top of this I had been taking loads for years, many of them were for sure poz. Always tested neg. The week before the dude that pozzed me fucked me, I had to have a minor surgery so didn't fuck at all. He was the first dude after I recovered. Fat, bald, white dude. Came over, fucked me and as he was cumming said, "I'm gonna poz you." A few days later I left on a business trip and about 7 days after he fucked me I got the fuck flu. Don't know his name, don't know how to contact him, but I'm 95% sure some fat random dude from BBRT pozzed me. Kinda makes me hard thinking about it.

Syphilis - i just thought I had a rash. Kept fucking bare for like 6 months before finally going to the doctor. I don't know the names of nearly 90% of the dudes I've fucked or fucked me, so telling the health department about my fuck history over 6 months didn't really help.

Just had a Top from Grindr come over. He was built and had a 8" rock hard cock. He fucked a load in me and then went for round 2. He totally gaped my hole and when he pulled out to look at it he said Your Open lol

Gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead into the darkness I muttered under my breath, "What are you doing here?" I had been parked for about ten minutes, trying not to draw attention to myself as shadowy figures walked around the car park, occasionally peering into vehicles hoping to get a show. I knew what went on here. Everyone did. This place had a reputation. Looking out to my left and away across the gravel I could just make out the block building of the toilets. Shapes moved in and out regularly and cars came and went as I waited. The headlights of the cars providing brief snippets that shaped my mental map. I knew it was popular but I never expected this much ... traffic. I knew I shouldn't be here but I just had to know. My girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, had said I was too distant and could never commit. She never knew about the late night stroke sessions, the times I was shooting loads to gay porn online. The chat rooms. The dildo I kept very, very secret. Now I was here ready to step over that imaginary line. Wasn't I? After a few more silent minutes, and being certain that no real movement had taken place during that time, I opened the car door. Stepping out I was glad for the moonless night. The darkness gave me confidence and, shutting the car, I strode across the stones. My crunching footfalls sounded thunderous to my ears as I approached that small brick building. I felt as though eyes were watching me from every darkened vehicle. My nervousness returned but my anticipation grew as the black doorway appeared in my vision. Standing before the pitch-black entranceway I strained my ears trying to gauge anything from within. It seemed like there was nothing, then a gasp, and a moan and then the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Even in the darkness I felt my face flush but I was driven forward by arousal. I stepped inside. I waited inside the doorway for a minute certain I was invisible. It was nearly complete darkness in there. Even after a minute I could only make out vague shapes. Stepping further inside slowly I realised the entrance was a corner that opened into a wider area. A long trough type urinal ran along one wall and a row of doors, all shut, were the cubicles. There was a smell in there. Stale urine, and fresher, plus sweat and..bleach? Not knowing any better I stepped up to the urinal as quietly as I could and kept on listening to the sounds coming from behind the doors. The rhythmic slapping and soft moans were turning me on so much, even if I couldn't see anything, the though that I was stood so close to someone fucking had me rock hard. I released my cock as I stood there and began stroking as I listened to whoever it was in that cubicle getting closer and closer to their climax. As my hand slid up and down my hardon I listened intently to the sounds of sex. My focus entirely on the passion taking place only a few feet away from me. It became my whole world for a few moments. So when a voice whispered from the darkness right behind me, "Seems like there's a lot of enjoyment to be had here." I think my heart actually stopped for a second. My hand froze on my cock and I think I was about to scurry out of that place when all decisions went away from me. I don't think I had another rational thought for the rest of that night. An arm reached around me and rough, manly, thick fingers grasped my still hard cock, gently if steadily wanking me. I moaned and leaned back, the only response I was capable of. "Fuck, you're a keen one!" The voice whispered right in my ear making me shiver as his hand kept steadily pumping away at my prick. His other arm worked its way up inside my t-shirt and his rough hands started rubbing over my nipples. I couldn't begin to gather my wits. I was loving finally letting go even though a distant voice in my head said to calm it down. The pleasure I was feeling in this near total dark was the most I had ever experienced. My hips were pumping in time with this strangers stroking and I was gasping in pleasure. All of a sudden he gripped my cock hard. Squeezing me tight. I was on edge and he must have felt it. "Not so fast." It was spoken like a command right into my ear, "We don't want you going off the boil so quickly." I groaned in frustration. I was so close to spraying my cum and had just been denied. Wasn't that why I came here? My cock throbbed in his hand as he squeezed and gently rubbed me. "Oh fuck!" I moaned out loud realising his intentions: to keep me on edge, to keep me going, keep me willing. Up until now my hands had hung limply by my sides. I had pretty much given up motor function to this man behind me. This voice that had taken me over within seconds of revealing itself to me. As he kept up his ministrations to my cock with one hand the other was withdrawn from under my t-shirt and he grabbed my wrist. Pulling my arm behind me he guided my hand until I felt heat and then flesh. Thick, solid flesh. The first cock, besides my own, I had felt and it didn't disappoint. I don't know if it was the darkness focusing my attention but to my mind this dick was huge. Certainly bigger than mine and oh so solid. My fingers felt along the hot, hard length from balls to the flared tip and I was rewarded with a groan in my ear. I wrapped my hand around and started stroking wanting to return some of the pleasure I had been given. This man in the dark then guided my other hand to the wall in front of me and pressed my hand against the rough brick. In doing so he was pressing himself more firmly against me. I kept working his cock as best as I could while he, satisfied I wouldn't move from him, let go of my hand and I felt him completely undo my jeans and push them down. Even in the dark I felt suddenly exposed, I hadn't worn underwear in the hopes of something and this didn't go unnoticed. "Fuck, you were ready for me weren't you?" It was then I realised I was stroking his very hard cock right over my now naked arse. As my hand continued working his shaft he let go of me leaving me throbbing and grinding myself to him. "That's a fucking lovely arse, boy," he hissed in my ear as both his rough hands began stroking, kneading and spreading my cheeks. I let go of his cock and felt myself leaning forward. With both my hands on the wall in front of me I had effectively offered myself totally to this stranger in the dark, sordid, public toilet. It felt so good. I pushed my butt towards him arching my back and giving him full access as his hands roamed freely all over me. His rough hands each gripped a cheek and spread me open and I gasped as I felt his heavy dick sliding up and down along my crack. "Oh fuck!" I whispered into the darkness. He responded with a chuckle advising "Don't panic I won't fuck you yet. I will fuck you before the night is out, but I'm going to make sure you are ready for it. When I give you my cock you will be begging me to fill your slut hole. You'll be taking a breeding you won't forget I promise." With that I felt him crouch down behind me and then I felt his hot breath on my cheeks. Then a warm, probing pressure straight on my hole. "Oh shit yes!" I almost shouted and my cock throbbed as I was introduced to having my fuckhole eaten out. Whilst he was behind me he had worked my jeans all the way down and worked one leg free. From here he spread me wider and went to town tongue fucking me. Lapping at my hole then pressing his tongue hard into me instinctively I pressed back to spread my cheeks this pleasure was too good and I wanted him to lick me over and over. Here I was, stripped from the waist down in a dark toilet, bent over at the urinal, pressing on the wall in front of me so I could push my arsehole onto the tongue of a man I hadn't ever seen. He was pushing back, the warm wetness I could feel between my cheeks just felt right. He leaned back and I felt him spit on my hole. "Going to make you ready boy." Was all he said before I felt a thick finger pushed up inside me. I winced at the sudden intrusion and he started licking around my ring again as he finger fucked me. The soothing laps of his tongue coupled with the rough pressing inside me had me panting against the brick work. I could feel my hole opening to accept more. "Tasty fucking hole you've got here, nice 'n' tight too. Going to enjoy giving you everything I've got. Bet you've never been stretched by a cock like mine before, eh?" "No, never." I gasped before I realised I was speaking out loud. His response made me look back but in the darkness I could only make out blurred shapes. "Fuck me! A virgin hole. Right then let's get you properly opened up and loaded!" Two fingers were thrust up into me and I saw stars as he began working them in and out of my now spit slick hole. He was scissoring his fingers and twisting them inside me. Even though it hurt, I was so turned on it only added to the sensations I was being introduced to. Pressing onto his fingers I couldn't believe I hadn't done his before. In this squalid, dirty place I was being shown who I really was for the first time. After a few minutes of working my arse open he suddenly pulled his fingers from me and, whether it was the roughness of his skin or his nails, it burned and stung for a few seconds. However the state of lust he had worked me into made every sensation something to be enjoyed. I heard and felt him rise behind me and I looked back to no avail, the darkness made it impossible to distinguish anything in that room. This man could be anyone, maybe I knew him away from here? Or maybe he was someone I would see around town? I would never know that it was the same man as had just opened me up to so much. I didn't wonder for too long about this as I felt him press to me from behind. The thick head of his solid cock rubbing between my cheeks, sliding up and down and making me wetter with precum. Involuntarily I groaned in response to the pressure his cock was exerting against my hole. I knew there was only one way this would end. Boy, was I wrong. As he rubbed himself to me his hands gripped my waist and slid up my body. He pushed my t-shirt up and easily stripped it from me and now I was totally naked grinding my arse onto the cock of this man behind me. It was dark but somehow I had never felt so utterly exposed. Just then he stopped moving completely and was silent for a second. Then there was a blinding flash and even in the blackness of the room I could only see spots of light and dark. "Just wanted a shot of that sweet arse before I ruin it." He smirked as he said this and I started to wonder what I had let myself in for. SLAP! "Fuck!" I cried out at the sudden impact. It stung like hell and was quickly followed by several more swats at my cheeks with his strong hands. For some reason my hands remained pressed to the wall in front of me, my knuckles white as I pressed my fingers into the brick. My arsecheeks burned hot from pain but at the same time I couldn't pretend my cock wasn't rock hard under me and dripping a steady flow of pre. "Mmmm, goood. It looks like this boy likes to be used." The hoarseness in his voice made me realise just how horny he was. I could feel his hard cock sandwiched in my crack for sure; but there was a need in his voice that made my hole spasm. I don't think I'd ever experienced true desire before. It was then that the nearest cubicle swung open loudly and a dark shadow hurried out through the doorway. A voice from the darkness just said. "Fuck sake, do you have to be so loud right there? You spooked the cunt I was working on." "Sorry mate," my man replied, "got a little carried away with this virgin hole here." If I had been a little wiser I might have spotted the implicit offer that this sentence carried. Instead I just stood there, naked, hands on he wall almost needing my next instruction. "Virgin eh? No shit! You want a hand breaking him in mate? I've got blue balls here." The next thing my man said caught me off guard, I had certainly prepared myself to take his cock and I thought naively he wanted me all to himself so when he said, "You got any poppers? I think if we give this slut a few sniffs he'll be gagging for both our cocks." Next thing I knew I was being turned to face in the direction of the cubicles and hands from the darkness found my face. I felt the cold glass of a small bottle pressed to my nostril and I was told, "Breathe!" I had little choice and the bottle was switched between my nostrils almost every time I took a breath. My head felt light and my legs felt heavy. My heart was pounding and every beat seemed to make my arsehole clench. I nearly slumped over but I was being held up by two stronger guys now. "Oh yeah, this bitch is definitely ready." The words came from so far away as I felt myself being bent at the waist and my cheeks spread wide. Hands were also on my head guiding me down and somewhere in my brain came the picture of the spit roast fuck scenes I had so often wanked to. Now it was my turn. The head of a hard wet dick was rubbed over my face and between my lips. "Open wide," an instruction came. Then I was sucking my first cock. Well I was getting my face fucked, not deep, not rough, but there was no doubt I had no control. My guy hadn't been idle this time, while I was trying to take as much dick in my mouth without choking he had been wanking his hard cock all over my ring and started to press in. With the combined effects of his spit, fingers and the poppers the head of his cock worked into me almost easily. Then he started driving forward. All my fantasies of being fucked and even my self induced dildo play couldn't have prepared me for this. Fuck he was so thick. My hole burned and I felt tears streaming from my eyes. With my mouth stuffed with cock I couldn't do anything but moan. Trapped between these two men I couldn't move away from either as they began to relentlessly fuck me. There were several flashes in the darkness and I knew they must both be getting souvenirs of my use. They kept up giving me poppers and making me spin out as they fucked into me at either end. It wasn't long before the poppers were wearing off and I became more aware and two things were apparent. First was the constant moaning I was making around the cock being shoved down my throat, I was holding the hips of the man in front of me and I was working my head back and forth as much as he was fucking himself between my lips. I could taste pure manliness. Sweat, spunk, piss all of it and I was drooling all over it. Second was the heat radiating out from my hole wasn't pain. The thick hard cock which was now deep inside me was fucking my once tight anus with long patient strokes. A constant rhythm that had his meat bouncing off of my prostate. I was arching my back, squeezing and clenching my hole around his dick anything to show him how good it felt. That's it boy, show us how much you want these dirty cocks up you." Wait, dirty, did that mean something? The constant pounding into me at either end was making my brain melt. I just needed more, more cock, more fucking, more everything. "Oh you're a dirty boy letting us fuck you like this! You love big hard bare cock in you don't you boy?" Shit, bare, everything had happened so fast and I gave in so easily I never even thought about protection...but...but it just felt so good right now. That thick man cock forcing its way into my guts, stretching me, pulling me I knew I wanted it. I moaned loudly around the cock between my lips and I guess we all knew I was agreeing. "Fuck boy, you're going to make me cum soon, going to plant my seed deep inside you." I could feel his thrusts becoming harder, he was deep inside me and stabbing his cock into me with short, brutal jabs. I was delirious. My hole was my entire world right now and I needed cock to fill it. The man making me suck his cock joined in the fuck talk, "Yeah, knock him up. Load up that pussy good. When you're done I'll make him take my strain too." I wasn't really paying too much attention with my focus being purely on cock but I gathered that they both really wanted to shoot their spunk inside me. Right now I was just a willing hole and they could fill me however they saw fit. The thrusts into me became a jackhammer and the guy behind me roared. "Fuck yes, take it. Take it you dirty little cumslut. Take my poz load!" My eyes bugged out as I put two and two together. I was in no position to do anything but take it as he said and the way his cock pulsed inside me and he was driving it deep inside me kept me grinding back onto him. It felt too good in spite of everything and a part of me realised it was too late to turn back with his hot load deep in my arse. "Fuck boy," he said as he slowly withdrew his wet cock from my now sloppy cumhole, "That was fantastic. Your cunt is definitely one I want to breed again." With that he stood and said, "Going for a smoke. Enjoy that hole!" Just like that he was out of that darkened place and I realised I had just been handed over like a toy to be used. The hands that had been holding my head roamed over my back and found my arse. I hadn't moved and he easily slipped two fingers up me and pumped them in and out a few times. "Wow, he really opened you up well." The cock I had been continually sucking was now withdrawn from my mouth and he moved around me. I was still in something of a state of shock, still bent over, practically frozen in place. Horny as fuck too. It was..confusing. Without ceremony he pulled his fingers out of my anus and shoved his cock into me. It took my breath away but because of the rough fucking I had already taken, and I guess the cum now soaking my hole, he was inside easily. He wasn't as thick which helped but his cock curved and he was pressing against my insides so nicely. As he started pumping away I was finally able to vocalise the sensations I was being subjected to. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I was gasping with every long dicked thrust he was forcing me to take. He had grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back so he could more easily bounce me on his dick. The slapping sound of his flesh violating mine added to making me a moaning cockwhore. My own cock left alone was flapping with each pounding of his hips. Precum leaking from me in an almost steady stream. I felt like I was cumming but it was constant and there was no come down. Eventually he too started up the jackhammer thrusting that tells of impending cum. I was out of breath, and covered in sweat. He was fucking my hole so hard I was almost crying but still I was rock hard. "Say you want my cum slut!" He suddenly shouted. Pounding me over and over. "I...I want it." Was all I could manage. "What do you want bitch?" As he asked this he slapped my arse with a stinging blow that made me buck my hips and cry out into the darkness. "Oh god I want your cum, please cum in me!" I begged and he pulled hard on my hips pushing himself all the way inside me. He was shaking and his cock was throbbing inside me. He leaned across my back holding himself so he wouldn't slip out of me and whispered in my ear. "Never pozzed a virgin before, I bet you'll be begging for more dirty loads before long." He slid himself out of me and left the room. I collapsed to my knees. Naked, dripping cum and panting for breath. I had no idea where my clothes were in the darkness or how I would find them. As I knelt there I idly stroked my still erect dick softly moaning as I felt the pulsing from my arsehole. What the last guy said about me wanting more was clearly undeniable. Footfalls from outside made me panic, oh shit I can't be found like this. I scrabbled about in the darkness trying desperately to find even just my jeans. But it was too late. A flare in the darkness from a cigarette gave a brief illumination and I saw three men in the entranceway. "See I told you he'd be waiting here for more. I think we've got ourselves a proper little cum piggy." I recognised the voice of the man who had first fucked me and realised then that he'd just gone out to find more men to use my holes. I knelt there, hands in my lap. I knew I was in for a long night.

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

I used to collected a lot used condoms from porn movie theater and drop the loads over my face and my clothes until gets soaked. One time I got 35-40 condoms full of cum. My female clothes got a heavy stench of cum, it was hot. Also I used to go there at least twice a week to either collect the condom full of cum or to suck dicks until get their load over my face or on my mouth. One time, a guy ask my status, and I told I am neg. He made me suck him, and ask me to allow me to have his dick on my ass, until he shot his load over my face aiming my eyes. I meet him four more times, and every time he was asking me to allow him to unload in my ass. In the last time, he told me that he wants to whore me out, and also he ask me if I was still neg. And again he unload a huge amount of cum over my eyes... it was back in 1997. I stop to go there because I got scary to catch a bug.. but regret not to get more cum over and over my face. Today I am a cum whore and love the sticky cream over my face and sometimes I go to a video booths and sometimes I post ad on a craigslist.

Chapter 2. My new friends made out in the shower as I wrapped the towel around my waist, barely hiding my hard sticky cock pressing against my thigh. I headed out of the locker room and down the hall. There were a few booths with some guys relaxing on narrow thin mattresses, some smiled at me as I passed, and some were already busy either fucking or getting fucked. I stopped for a few moments to watch a muscle stud fill up a skinny dark-skinned bottom wearing a yellow bracelet. He held that guy’s hips in place as he pounded into him, only stopping after he came hard and then worked that load in pretty deep. He slowly pulled out, slapped the bottom’s ass and walked away, brushing past me in the narrow hallway. The bottom worked the fresh load out of his ass with his fingers, and held eye contact with me as he licked them clean. I nodded and moved on. I went into a dry sauna, took off my towel, spread it out on the wooden bench, sat down, spread my legs and played with my cummy ass. I leaned back and closed my eyes, working my fingers in and out of my hole. I hadn’t necessarily planned on giving and taking loads, but within ten minutes of taking my clothes off, I’d done just that. Not to mention I had taken a POZ load. My thoughts were interrupted as the door to the sauna creaked open. A tall burly man, with a shaved head and a furry blond chest came in, clutching his towel. The towel wrapped around me just fine, but on this man, it barely made it around him. He nodded at me, and grinned, opening his towel and scratching his big furry nuts. He sat down next to me on the bench and spread his legs wide. I nodded at him, taking in his muscular chest and abs, going down to a sizeable uncut cock. He smiled and scooched over to me until his knee touched mine. He looked at my hand, then at his cock, inviting me to touch it. I reached over and wrapped my hand around him. Even soft, my fingers barely touched as they grasped the root of his cock. I hefted his fuzzy blond balls a bit as he leaned back and moaned. His cock steadily grew in girth and length. He reached over, with his head still back, not looking at me, and groped for my hole. When his fingertips found my ass, he smeared some of the toxic top’s seed around and brought it to his mouth. With his eyes still closed, he tasted that POZ cum and smirked, knowing that I was taking loads. It was sweltering hot in that sauna, and both of us were pouring sweat. He stood up and gestured to the door. I grabbed my towel and followed him. This hulk led me down the hall to whirlpool, stark naked with his gigantic cock bouncing the whole way. Only then did I notice the small dark blue scorpion tattoo on the small of his back. I was pretty sure that meant he was POZ. He sat on the edge and I sat beside him. He smirked at me, spread his legs, and gestured to his cock, harder than ever, with a pearl of fresh precum at the head. I crouched before him in the water and swallowed his cock, well, as much of it as I could. He hadn’t spoken a word to me and just groaned as I tried my best to get my mouth all the way around his monster cock. He leaned forward and started working his fingers into my ass. I squirmed, still only lubed with that first POZ load. The hulk spun me around, and I realized that there were three guys in the hot tub jerking each other off. One stood up and walked through the water to me, shaking his cock in my face. I opened my mouth to let him know I was willing to blow him. As I started lapping at his uncut cock, the hulk spit on my hole and started lapping at it. He chuckled and muttered the only word he would to me, "Sau…." I’m pretty sure he called me a pig. Meanwhile the guy in my mouth held my head still and pounded my throat. He put his hand on my forehead forcing my eyes up at him. He spat right in my face and his friends cheered him on. He shoved his cock in as far as it would go and held it there. I thought he wanted to shoot down my throat, but he just stayed there, flexing his cock. The hunk stood up and slammed his thick bare cock into me. I gagged on the cock in my mouth, gasping for breath through my nostrils. The hulk pounded my ass as I did my best to keep from passing out. I could feel the cock in my throat flex as its owner nodded to the hulk bare-fucking me. At the same time, I felt cum pelting the back of my throat and a warm wetness in my ass. Two loads of POZ cum in my hole, and one unknown down my gullet. The other two guys stood up and patted their friend on the back. The hulk pulled out, nodded to me, and walked away. The other two guys in the hot tub replaced the sudden emptiness in my mouth and ass, and switched places after a few minutes. I savored the mixed taste of fresh seed and ass juice when they changed places. They took turns using my holes until the first one finished in my ass. He pulled out and had me clean off his cock, while his friend bred me. I shot a load into the water beneath me without even touching myself. As they walked away, one said to the other, in a voice meant for me to overhear in English, "He’s brave to take all of our POZ loads. Do you think he’s already POZ?" "Brave... or stupid," his buddy replied, looking over his shoulder, adding "besides, if he wasn’t he will be soon." Four POZ loads in my ass, and I had cum three times. My knees quaked as my cock sprung back to life. To be continued…

I had been at the local gay pub here in Brisbane in wickham terrace, if you know you know. I had been heavily drinking due to a recent breakup, was feeling very unloved and needy at the time. I was living with a good mate, we had an amazing apartment, cheap, in the heart of the city and close to the SOP and gay drinking spot. So hookups was easily arranged, my housemate and I were pretty open and never stopped each other from having fun. This particular weekend however he had family and friends staying over and having a party. Not wanting to be a burdon I took myself to the watering hole and got my self stupidly drunk. Half way through the drinking fest I decided to head back home and grab my other pack of ciggeretes rather than wasting money on another pack. Walking up the street more so stumbling I stop to catch my breath. At 29 years old I was a stocky guy, medium hairy, small cut cock big nuts, was more a bottom and generally wearing a jockstrap 99.99 % of the time these days. Stopping near a empty car parking lot I hear someone say “come over” standing still as I try to determine if I actually heard someone or it was my imagination. “Yeah you mate, come here” the gruff voice spoke again. Without any concern for my own safety I walk into the not so well lit carpark and as I turn I see a scruffy hairy guy on the concrete garden wall staring at me. Looking at him I instantly could tell he was homeless, had his bag beside him, dirty clothes, scruffy beard and I could smell piss, stale cum and booze on him. “Got a smoke mate?” He looks at me as I fumble and go to get my last cig for him, I move closer and as I am about to hand it to him, he reaches out and starts rubbing my crotch as he grins at me. Smiling at him, he goes for my zipper and pulls it down as he unbuttons me and drops my jeans, he moves forward and pulls my jockstrap to the side as he places his mouth around my soft cock as it starts to hardon. Moaning I let him suck me as I rub my hand through his greasy hair as I start humping his mouth as he sucks harder. Grunting as I feel him tug at my nuts almost blowing my load I can feel my precum leaking hard. Looking down he is unzipping himself and pulls out this thick hard at least 8 inches uncut and very hairy prick. He stops sucking as he leans back and strokes his cock. Without thinking I get down on my knees and can smell his ripe cheesy cock right away. I get my mouth on his cock and start licking under his foreskin as he grunts as he takes the cigerette I dropped beside him and lights up. Sucking on his overhang of skin as I clean his greasy cock, grunting as I feel him swell and thicken. I start bobbing up and down getting him harder. I don’t know how long I was sucking him for but I was starting to feel my drunk buzz wear off and became more aware of what I was doing and could be begging for trouble. As if he was aware he produced a bottle of cheap vodka and told me to drink, pulling off his meaty cock I took the bottle and took a swig grimicing at the harsh cheap sting the alcohol hitting back of my throat. “Take another hit” he grins as he strokes my hard little cock. Taking another swig, followed by another as he takes the bottle from me, I feel that buzz kicking back in as he moves me into a position on my knees over the brick wall. Feeling him behind me I giggle as I feel his thick cock between my chubby arse cheeks. “Do you have a rubber” I moan, he grunts and says sure, I hear him behind me as he opens a package and hear that familiar rubbber snap as he moves his cock back between my cheeks, I reach behind me to check and feel the rubber over his cock “I got it on pig fucking hell” he grunts, I place my hand back on the wall for stablity. I hear him spit on his cock as it hits my tight hole. He pushes as I grunt “Shuttup or we will get caught, stupid fuck” he harshly whispers at me as I put my hand over my mouth as he forces himself in me, straining I can feel the pop as his engorged head slides inside my tight hole. Not been fucked for a few months really bought tears to my eyes as he pushed in more, forcing his cock inch by inch as I start to shake. “Fuckkkk stop please your too big” I whimper softly. Knowing he heard me but chose to ignore my pitiful plea as he grabbed my hips and shoved in harder slamming deep in me as his nuts hit mine. He grunt and starts fucking, not getting any chance to accept his thickness, he pounds away at my hole. The grunting turning me on. He fucks harder and faster, biting down on my hand as I whine and grunt with each thrust that he gives me. I feel him slam deep and shudder as he is cumming, sweat dripping off him onto me all I can smell is his sweaty scent. He pulls out and rips the rubber off and throws it into the darkness. He sits back breathing heavily as he clicks his fingers and points to his cock I get down and take him back in my mouth, tasting his strong thick cum as I feel his cock head throb and more cum leaks out as I greedily suck it from his cock and swallow it… Tasting metalic too but definite can taste myself on his cock thinking it strange as he was rubbered up. Tapping me on the head telling me to stop he sighs as I release his cock. “Thanks needed that” he grins at me. “Anytime” I stay there on my knees still half naked hoping his was gunna finish me off, but he grabbed his pants and pulled on the cord and did himself up as he finished the smoke, asking me if I had any more and told him I was on my way back to get another pack and go back to drinking. Telling me he was spending the night here and to go get him some and he would see about fucking me again if I was interested. Thinking about it, and it cudda been the alcohol or just the sheer need of wanting to be wanted even if just my hole to get off. I said he could crash in my secure parking, I had my own car park space that was secure from the rest of parking with its own pull down door so was private. Without a response he grabbed his back and said lead the way, pulling my pants up I take him up the road and lead him down the car park entrance as I put my code in as the door opens he follows me closly. Walking down the concrete hallway I get to my door and open the roller door as he walks inside and I mention I have a cot set up at the back I usually come down here to get away from the housemate and have my own space, toys and lube my laptop is there with porn on it. Grinning at me he drops his bag and starts to get naked as he gets to his underwear and looks at me and asks if I want another fucking, grinning I start to strip and get down on all fours over the cot as I feel him behind me rubbing my hole. He mentions he hasn’t any more rubbers and I don’t have any he says “I could just fuck you raw, I promise I wont cum in you” my head in two places as I simply nod and confirm “you wont cum in me??” Nodding he spits on his cock and I notice it slides in easier this time, I feel very wet all of a sudden, grunting as he slides in deep hearing him sigh as he starts fucking me in a steady rythem, “Once I cum it takes me a while to cum again” hr groans as he keeps fucking, I push back as I enjoy the senstion of letting him fuck me raw, the thought of him raw turning me on. He continually spits on his cock and keeps me lubed up. We mustve been fucking for at least 30 mins and at about that mark I feel him shudder as he slides in deep and takes a minute. “Are you ok?” I mention as I feel his cock throb in me as he moans softly. “Yeah pig just catching my breath” he starts fucking again, I feel very wet and can feel something dripping down my hole down my legs, putting it down to spit and sweat I push back, another 15 mins later he stops and sighs again as he calls me a dirty pig as his cock throbs, telling me to be still or he will cum… few minutes later he starts fucking again this time harder and rougher making me whimper as he snarls at me. “Dirty fucking faggot taking my nasty homeless cock, I wanna blow my load in ya guts pigs, where do you want my nasty fucking homeless load you faggot?” He growls. Thinking he is roleplaying I push back and beg him to cum, “fuck me harder, fuck this faggot, blow your load all over my hole or my face” grunting as I feel his speed pick up. “Beg me to dump it in you pig” hr grunts as he spits on my face. Confused and starting to feel my hole tense up shooting pains down my legs “please, don’t cum in me… cum on my face or down my throat” whimpering “Yeah you want my load in ya don’t ya faggot” he grunts as he slams deeper “No, not in me please” I whimper as I try to pull forward Hearing him growl as he slams forward and strains as I feel his cock throb in me yet again as he growls “yeahhhhh take my nasty homeless load faggot fuckkk yeahhhhhhhh” he cooes. He lets go of me as he pulls out, I turn around shocked he looks at me and says “fuck that was hot” he grins. “You said you wouldn’t cum in me” I say shakily as I go to stand up. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself, you felt so good and I just lost control, how about you go up grab the smokes and come back and have a drink and get more aqauntied with my cock pig” he smiles Looking at him, he looked ok, so I grabbed my jeans and pulled them up, leaving him in the garage I go up the elevator to my floor, opening up to loud music and a few people I didn’t know. There were a few of the bears from the bar I had been drinking at. Smiling at me as I return the smiles and nod my head as I beeline it towards my room, grabbing a drink along the way and quenching my parched throat to the sweet nector of the drink. Pushing my way into my room as I close the door halfway as I go searching for my stash. Looking around I don’t notice as one of the guys come in. He coughs slightly and says eveing to me as I turn around shocked and startled. Grinning at me I ease as I return the evening and ask him if he is having fun. “I was having fun shame as I was looking for you at the bar but you had disappeared that was over an hour ago, where did you wonder off too, givin ive just seen you come back here now and been here for a while myself” he mentions as he steps closer. “I stopped and got some air and kinda hooked up” I grin as I blush at him. “Hooked up hey…… wouldn’t have been with that homeless guy in the parking lot on the way here would it” he smirks at me, shocked as I blushed harder as he steps up to me and pushes his hand down the back of jeans as he touches my wet arse. “Ohhh and he loaded ya too did he” he grunts as he slips his finger inside me as I reach out and grab his furry arm to steady myself as I whimper “He did, he fucked me a few times but came in me once…. By accident” I whimper as he undoes my belt and button and pulls my zipper down. “Accident… sure…. He probably blew in you more than the once, he is known for that” he grins as he fingers my sloppy hole harder as he manuvures me over the bed on all fours as I hear him unzip himself. “No need for a rubber then if he has already bred ya is there pig? He looks down at me as I look behind and see a fat uncut 7 inch thicker than the homeless cock protruding out his fly. Rubbing his cock over my arse I whimper as he pushes forward he reaches down and places his hand over my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward hard as his cock lodges and splits me open. Muffled screaming into his hand it didn’t take long for my arse to stretch and the pain gave way to pleasure as he started fucking me. Grunting and gruffing as he sweated over me pushing his cock deeper inside me. The door opened and in walked another guy I remembered from the bar, he closed the door and locked it behind me as he sauntered over to the bed and unzipped himself as he crawled up onto the bed and presented me with his 6 inch fat thick cock cock hairy half way up his cock a thick bush at the base and so sweaty he pushes his cock on my lips as I open and he rams his cock in me. They start talking to each other so casual as if I werent there being dicked by em on my bed with a group of people right outside the door. “You heading out after this to the next party Chav?” The guy behind me fucking me spoke to the one down my throat. “Yeah, gunna see Dave and the others and decide what to do from there, prob head to the Den and loose another load if I feel up for it, by the way your doing him raw? The guy down my throat spoke back. “Yeah doing him raw, you know Baz the homeless guy he has already dumped a load, well prob a few knowing him, so no need for rubbers now who knows what he has right” the guy fucking me replies as he picks up and starts fucking hard, feeling his heavy nuts slap mine as I listen to the conversation and break out in a cold sweat worrying myself. “Awwww yeah im gunna nut in him, you can fuck him after im done bud” as he grabs my hips and digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back on his cock as he lodges himself in me, feeling his throbbing cock at my 2nd entrance pumping his batter inside me. My muffled groans as I gag on the guys cock as I feel the guys load pump inside my guts. He withdraws as he walks around to the side of the bed as the guy pulls out my mouth and moves behind me. I get the cum coated cock shoved in my mouth as he tells me to clean him up as his mate slides easily into my cum coated arse. “Fuck he is wet, I bet the guy blew a few loads in him now your load fuck it feels good. Not gunna last long will add my nasty load and we can bail” the guy who had just face fucked me and now pumping away at my arse. I suck the guys cock cleaning his greasy cum covered prick as he sneers at me. “Yeah you dirty fuck, guess there really isnt a need to wear rubbers anymore, you let a homeless guy fuck you you pig who knows what the fuck he has” he leers at me as I shudder as I feel his mate grinding harder at my arse as he starts groaning feeling him push harder into me as he unloads. The cock slides out my mouth and my arse at the same time, groaning as I collapse on the bed panting. Watching them pull their pants up and ignore me as they leave the room talking about their next plans for the night. The door quietly half closes. Its only a few minutes and this fat chubby older guy would have been about 55 yrs old comes in and closes and locks the door as he looks at me, im half dozing so I smile and mumble something not even trying to cover up. He grabs a cup that was on my night table something alcoholic as he passes it to me and tells me to drink it all. Happily gulping down the mixture as I feel him move behind me. “They did you raw?” He asks as his thick finger slightly grazes my cummy tender hole, shuddering as I nod. “Its been so long since ive fucked raw, not many let me these days” he almost whispers as I watch him with his other hand move his zipper down as he slides his fingers inside his zipper and starts playing with himself. Without speaking I spread my legs and stay face down, the alcohol kicking back in as my head spins. I hear him drop his pants as he gets on top and I feel his thick cock force inside me as I gasp. “Fuck yeah you pig, let daddy inside you. Naughty faggot son letting those men breed you, you know they aint clean right. Your chute filled with nasty dirty seed and now letting daddy knock you up with his bugged cock” he growls as he grinds his hips and starts hitting that spot as I grown and push my arse back to meet his thrusts. Grunting on top of me, he gives me a good few minutes of solid fucking. Suddenly he moans a really deep gutteral groan and I can feel his cock throbbing as he unloads. Once done he pulls out and pulls his pants back on as he walks around my side I see the tattoo just above his pubic bone as he tucks his shirt in of a bio hazard symbol with a scorpian over the symbol. He pats my head and tells me Im a good pig for letting him nut in me but I shouldve gotten him to rubber up, however he is grateful I didn’t. Smiling at me he takes his leave. Looking at the clock, I realise ive been up here for almost an hour and taken 3 raw loads and almost forgot about the homelss guy. I reach for my clothes as I dress myself groaning as I feel the cum leak out of me. I grab the smokes and slip out of my unit to the elevators and back down to the garage. I walk into my unit and I hear talking and walk in on the homeless guy who fucked me and two other hairy scruffy older blocks, sitting there in their sweaty jocks obviosly waiting for me.. One of them speaks “Finally he is here. I get to go first” he states as he looks at me. What Have I gotten myself into? I start trembling……

It has definitely changed the sexual norm. Barebacking is pretty much the default these days for most sexual encounters from my experience. With PrEP and Doxy PEP more guys are having raw sex and not using condoms. In the past three years I have picked up one case of Chlamydia (before I started using Doxy) and one case of Gonorrhea (at Dore Alley this year) even with using Doxy.

I pay for her podcasts as that small amount helps make this profitable enough for her to keep up this quality public information. For me she has become a trusted voice. Not the only one; but she is on my short list of people I want to read or hear as our national politics unfolds.

Spit is better than commercial lube, but nothing beats loads from previous cocks.

In general I've been more interested in guys my age or older, never really into younger guys. Now in my mid 30s, I might open my legs for a 28/29 year old, but probably not younger. While on the on the other hand a great top in his 50s would be very welcome to fill me up.

Fucking hot, can't wait for next chapter please

The best pain is a good hard spanking followed by a huge, thick cock diving deep into your guts

And it’s stretched my hole a few times. Leaves an amazing smell load behind too. 10/10

True cockworship pig bottom here, live for serving men of all races but there's something about the Black Top + whiteboy bottom dynamic that feels so right. I shared that with my Black Tops and they want me to dedicate my mouth and ass exclusively to Black Men to use and enjoy my obsessive love of Black cock piss and cum. Grateful to be co-owned by 3 of my regular Black Tops and they're inviting others to join our thing.

A top should always depozit his load in the ass.

I went to Lateshift in Auckland on Sunday afternoon - met up with a sexy dad fuckbud just after I got there. He's got a lovely fat cock and a great fuck energy which always sees us flip fuck for 20 minutes or so - then we head our separate ways to enjoy the afternoon with other guys. Usually. Well Sunday, he gets really worked up and throat fucks me really hard as I finger his hole and then we flip and I'm face down on the bed and he bangs his cock in really hard - I've hardly had time to get used to the girth of his cock and he's really banging his balls off my arse - and he says I'm going to breed your hole, fucker - and thrusts way in - and I can hear his breathing change as he falls on my back and fires in to me 4 or 5 bursts. Over too quickly but sooo good! I left the room with the door open and him laying there recovering and cruised round the club - found a group of 4 guys - 2 tops banging 2 bottoms that I recognised kneeling beside each other on a double fuck bed. I walked round the other side and offer up my cock to each of the bottoms in turn and get really hard - face fucking each of them whilst the two tops are taking turns on each of their holes. I'm wanting to get some hole too so we all switch it up a bit and we all fuck for another 15 minutes or so - taking turns on the two bottoms. Things kind of slow down and we take a break and one of the guys pulls me into another room - he's got his toys in his bag and he suggests we should have a session alone together. He's got a fucking massive 12" John Thomas toys dildo - it's fucking huge and must be 10" round - uncut and fat and just perfect. I get on the bed face down, and the other guy starts on my hole with his tongue - and I ask him if he wants the load out my hole - which of course he does! So I push that out and soon his tongue is replaced with his cock and he fucks me a while - than he switches to fisting my hole - gradually working his fist in till he's wrist deep in my hole.... then he pulls out his fist and I feel the head of the toy against my hole - and he pushes it in in one long slow push and he fills me up till the head of the toy is banging against my second sphincter and the balls on the dildo are banging on my balls - and I'm just in fucking heaven! I roll on to my back and he sucks me off and fucks my hole with the dildo at exactly the right pace - and I blow my load down his throat just as he cums over me. What a fucking excellent afternoon - best little sex club in the southern hemisphere!

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

spit makes me feel like a better whore

The hottest sex I’ve had is when a guy has cum inside after I asked him not to. Now I never ask that anymore of course 😉

@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!

Part 2 of 2 I didn’t get off after fucking Skip and I reminded him I have never cum in a guys ass. I’m completely turned on and I came as close as I ever did while fucking him, even edging myself in his hole. I was right on the edge, leaking a ton of pre-cum but when he started riding my cock, the moment passed. I told Skip he’ll just have to fuck me. I pull my cock from his ass, then grab his jock strap, ripping it down and for the first time I see his cock. Damn, this guy is huge, like 9+ inches and a massive girth. While his dick is plump, he’s still not hard but completely slicked up from all his precum. I figure once he gets started, he’ll get hard and I’m really looking forward to him filling my ass. His mouth quickly finds my taint, which he nibbles eliciting a deep groan from me. Then his tongue is lapping at my hole, and I moan louder as he goes deeper. After a few minutes getting my hole ready, Skip starts trying to insert his cock in my hole. Unfortunately, he’s just not firm enough. He tries for a while, gets a bit of his cock in my ass, but it’s just not strong enough to fuck me and slips out repeatedly. I look at him and ask if he’s not turned on and he growls, “No fuck, he’s completely into me but he just doesn’t get hard very often as a result of a lot of intense partying over the years”. Sensing my disappointment, he looks at me and asks if we can take a break. Clearly with lust in his eyes, Skip says he really wants to fuck me and wants to know if I’ve heard of Trimix. I say yes, and he says to give him a minute. He bends down and pulls a syringe from his shorts and heads to the bathroom. After a few minutes Skip returns and while not yet hard, I know from experience with another guy, it takes a few minutes. Lying face down, on the bed, I appraise the beast in front of me. His cock really is impressive. At over 9” and at least, a diameter of 5 inches he is one of the bigger guys I’ve ever been with. He’s uncut and the hood tapers down over his cock head. He’s got a set of low hanging balls, and his sack is bigger than twice the size of my fist. I tell him I will me give him some encouragement and take his cock into my mouth. I grab and start playing with his balls, as my mouth works to accommodate him. My mouth is full and use my tongue to stimulate as I suck. I add my thumb to his ass, as my tongue explores the space between the hood and the head of his penis. I can taste the the mix of his sweet precum he was leaking earlier mixing with a more bitter temains of his dick cheese. The mixture drives me crazy. I can tell my ass play is having him leak even more. He seems to really like it as my tongue twirls around the top of his cock head devouring his cocktail. Slowly, I’m finding him starting to get hard. I lick his shaft as it continues to grow, alternating between his cock head and shaft with my tongue. Before he reaches full mast, I am down to the root of his dick and as his cock expands, I feel him grow, breaching into my throat. I have pretty good oral skills and while I’ve not lost my gag reflex, I can take quite a bit. Skip seems to have perfect timing as he slowly begins skull fucking me. He’s got the art, of skull fucking down pummeling and then lets up just enough for me to catch a breath. Reading me astutely, he plunges back in deep getting his cock covered in my throat slime. We keep this up for a few minutes when he demands to take my ass. As he pulls out his cock his covered in the slimy viscous liquid he has created deep in my throat. Still standing at the side of the bed, he aggressively flips me around and over then grabs my legs to pull me forward. As he pulls my legs over his shoulders, he spits a generous amount of snot to lube on my ass and inserts a couple fingers; quickly working up to three. I tell him my ass juices are pretty good and combined with my throat slime he can fuck me like that. I tell him I like it a bit rough, and if he really wants to get me going that I love it when a guy who is fucking me like this drips sweat and spits into my face and mouth treating me like the slut I am. With another snot drop on my hole, his cock slowly breaches my ass. He goes in slow, letting me adjust but before long he's balls deep. He slowly pulls in and out a few times then says he needs more lube. Skip pulls partially out, hawks a load on my hole and then slams back into me, making me gasp. It hurts like hell as his massive cock soon dominates me. With my mouth open he hawks another load of spit, landing it at the top of my upper lip telling me not to dare fucking lose any as I lick his nectar pulling it into my mouth. As he spits repeatedly on my face proving his absolute control over me. I reach for the poppers and he pauses as I take a couple of deep hits in each nostril and then deep huff from the open bottle. Skip takes a couple hits and resumes the assault on my ass. His tempo increases and he’s soon pounding me like no tomorrow. I finally exhale and take a deep breath as the rush from the liquid lust takes over. I yell out to fuck me deeper and harder as my body melts into his fucking of my ass. Over the next 20 minutes Skip repositioned me multiple times both on and off the bed and my face is covered in drool. We are both sweating like pigs as his jack hammering of my hole continues unabated. Finally, I’m on my back, legs spread wide, holding my knees. His pounding is driving me wild and without even touching myself, I find myself shooting a huge load, drenching his chest and chin as my cum arches with such force. As my hole starts spasming and tightening on Skips cock, he too screams out as he dumps his load into my ass. While I feel spent, Skip is still as hard as a rock in my ass. My leg starts cramping a bit and I drop my knees. He slowly pulls out but tells me he is far from finished. He pushes the cum leaking from my hole back in with one hand as he massages my leg cramp out with the other. He then tells me to bend over the bed face down, feet on the floor. My cock had gone flaccid after cumming so hard. He comments on it, but I tell him, not to worry, it will be back at attention soon. Skip is back on his feet, and he shoves his hard cock back into me, plugging my hole and not allowing any of his seed to escape. He proceeds to fuck me like a buck taking his mate with an animalistic energy that is rarely matched. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my back from his exertion. This guy wants to own my ass and is merciless in his fucking. Slowing down, Skip pulls my butt up higher and slides a pillow under me. He resumes his attack on my ass. At this position, I start groaning as his cock slides across my prostate causing my cock to get hard as steel. With another deep thrust I feel his cock hit the wall near my second hole causing an instant stab of pain. Ignoring the pain, I quickly take a hit of the poppers, knowing what is coming. He pulls out and thrusts back in. As he hits my sigmoid colon, this time, the head of his cock pops through the bend, breaching my “second hole”. As I scream out a loud “fuck”, the poppers rush hits me as he bottoms out with another thrust into me. I begin to push back into him meeting his thrust with a slam of our bodies. As Skip bottoms out deep in my guts, he pummels me in this position for a good five minutes driving his cock deep into my guts. I’m soon slamming into his cock as much as he drills me with all he’s got. Skip finally pulls out trying to catch his breath. He is covered in sweat and is just drenched from the exertion. He falls back on the bed and commands me to ride him so he can cum again. Now as a good bottom, I’ve learned the art of riding cock. On multiple occasions, especially when the top has used something to enhance his cock, I have pulled second loads from guys who claim they rarely cum more than once. As I mount his steel rod, I see sweat continue to roll down his face and his chest is slick. Instantly the sight amping up my desire to get drilled deep. I grab the poppers, take another couple of hits and huff as I let his turgid member fill my anal cavity. I exhale and allow the rush to wash over me as I slowly ride up and down on his engorged member. I increase my pace, and am soon rocking up and down, clenching my ass tight. I find I’m quickly slamming up and down on his cock. I have a profound desire to milk the load from his cock. All the while, this position is rubbing my prostate and I’m leaking like a faucet. As I finally sense Skip is starting to tense up, I squeeze my ass as tight as I can, rocking up and down. He screams out as he delivers another load into my primed ass. His cock is still standing tall and I continue riding him. As my cock clamps down on his cock once again I slow my pace allowing him to grab his breath. I rebuild my pace and sweating profusely as he begins plugging ever deeper, thrusting as he counter my rideslamming on his cock. After a few minutes, I finally feel my own balls contract and announce I’m cumming again. I deliver a second hands free load that shoots from my cock into Skips open mouth. Skip groans as he tenses up and delivers a third, though smaller load into my well bred hole. As I slide off his still somewhat hard cock, I tell him to grab the butt plug for me. I squeeze my ass tightly so as not to lose any cum and with a minimum dripping from my clenched ass, he pops the plug in my hole. Skip is absolutely drenched in sweat and has cum running off his chin pooling on his chest. On my knees I lick my cum off of him and feed it to him as I kiss him. He swallows everything and then tells me to clean off his dick. I lean over and see his cock covered in white frothy cum. It’s tinged with a pink tint and red streaks. As I go down on him, I’m relishing the mixture of his cum, my ass juices and a copper taste from the blood he drew from the brutal assault on my ass. I swallow every drop and then start licking his chest, pits and neck, enjoying my own cum and the salty taste and smell of his sweat. His hardon is starting to subside. I wrap my mouth around his cock as it slowly deflates as I love that feeling when a guy does it to me. I collapse into Skips arms as he spoons me with his cock laying between my legs and under my balls. I tell him what an amazing time I’ve had and let him know, I was right on the edge several times while fucking him almost cumming in his ass. I assure him if I hadn’t slowed down, I was definitely going to spew. He exclaims with a loud “yes, mission accomplished”! He lets me know he needs to run and I suggest we shower off first. We wash each other off and as he we dry each other off. Skip is curious and asks me what my status is. I tell him I’m negative and not on meds. He suddenly looks panicked and says, oh shit man he’s just converted to Poz and has a pretty high viral load. Since you didn’t say anything, I assumed you were poz yourself or on PREP. He says usually tops but occasionally takes a cock as it’s a hassle giving himself an injection at the right time. One night a bunch of they guys were partying pretty hard, and he guess he got really fucked up. The guys thought he was a total tease and evidently gang banged him when he passed out. He woke up the next day, his apartment was trashed, he had a really a sore ass and was bruised in numerous places. When he tried to take a shit a ton of cum spilled from his ass with a couple streaks of blood. He got sick soon after and converted. I pulled him into me for a quick hug, and said, dude didn’t you read my profile? Plus, I saw the tattoo and it turned me on. I admitted I was kind of hoping he wasn’t on meds and how hot it made me. He says he just got the tattoo a couple weeks ago and hasn’t decided if he’s going to go on meds yet or not. While he’s been fucked a couple times since converting, figuring what the hell, I was the first guy he’s fucked since testing poz. I can see he’s not sure and starting to freak out. I tell him, I keep the butt plug handy as I love absorbing a guys cum. I tell him while I’m not a chaser, life happens, and I’d be honored if he ends up being my poz daddy. It sort of relieves his mind a bit but I assure him it’s fine. We head back into the bedroom and after he gets his shorts and top back on, I reach up and kiss him again. It turns pretty passionate, and he notices my dick is starting to get hard again. He’s finally relaxed and reaching down for my cock, he says, you know, if you want to fuck me again, he can stay, just to prove his ass can get me to cum in it. Laughing, I lean in for another kiss and then pull off and tell him as tempting as the offer is, I have an early am flight and really need to get to sleep. But as far as my unspoiled record goes, I had enough pre-cum leaking from me to call him a success and he has popped my topping cherry. Once again I tell him what an amazing experience it was and was one of the best nights of sex I’ve ever had. Skip asks for my cell number, and I type my number in and send myself a text message. As I walk Skip to the door, I give him one final kiss and tell him I get in town often and would love to see him again. He completely agrees and asks me to please let him know when I get the fuck flu.

I have taken condoms off tops who were struggling with condoms or drunkdick and said just don't cum in me.....knowing full well I was going to be loaded.

Definitely 100% prefer nice loose hole that I can fuck for hours. Like to be able to pull all the way out and slam back in balls deep. Also major turn-on for me is a bottom that stays limp and doesn't touch himself. Love when it's all about my cock and his hole...

A great set-up to this tale. Can't wait to read more.

Damn more please

J-lube is best. It's a white powder mixed with water and gooey as he'll. Google it, you'll see. Try it and you'll never go back to anything else. Yeah, spit, cum, precut, Vaseline, etc. all have their positive attributes, but if you're serious about lube (without risk of needing Preparation-H later for your sore hemmorhoids) get J-Lube. It's actual use is for veterinary lube used for large mammals giving birth. Trust me on this. You'll thank me later.

I just got down close to the back porch of the house when I heard my phone go off, I looked at it and realized it was my mom, so I quickly answered it and talked to her for a moment. She asked me about how I was enjoying the party, what I was up to and how many drinks I had so far. I was honest with her about everything except what I was up to. Of course im not telling her what happened with me and frank, that is staying between us. She mentioned that her and my father were staying for at least another hour or 2, and just wanted to check in on me. Satisfied with my responses and hearing from me doing ok she told me to have fun and got back to the event that my parents were at. As I put my phone away and looked up i realized I wasn’t alone. Harold had come down the hill from the party and was walking right up to me, a slight smirk on his face as he approached me. Harold: Hey there young man, how’s your night going? Me: Oh hey Harold, so far so good. I just got off the phone with my folks, they seem to be doing good. Harold: Glad to hear it. Hey since you’re down here, did you want to come in for a drink of whiskey with me? Just you and me. Me: Yeah, sure! That sounds good, I just have to use the washroom if that’s ok. Harold: Sure thing Zack. You can use it anytime, you know that! You could have used it earlier too you know. You already had no problem using it as your own personal photo booth hehe… Me: Huh? I wasn’t sure I heard that last part correctly. Was I really buzzing hard or did he just say what I thought he did? Did he just imply that he knew about me using the bathroom to take a picture of my ass on display? Harold: Go on in and use the washroom bud. Door’s unlocked. I’m going to have a smoke out here before I head inside. While Harold lit his smoke I went inside quickly and tried not to panic. How did he know about me taking a picture of myself like that? Did he know I was gay? Would he tell my parents about this? So many questions swirling in my head didn’t help how I felt at all or the fullness in me that said I needed to go to the bathroom, so I made my way towards the bathroom and tried to convince myself that whatever harold said was not going to be a big deal. I went in the bathroom and closed the door behind me, and went right to the mirror to check myself over. I felt like I needed to use the toilet so I pulled my pants off and sat down on the toilet seat. I thought I just had some gas, but nope… when I relaxed my anal muscles it made a loud “ppfffrt!” sound and I farted loudly into the toilet, followed by a weird feeling starting, almost like something was starting to leak out of my loosened hole. I looked and as I relaxed more my ass let loose the floodgates that had opened up, I farted out a lot of thick, white fluid that jarred me since it looked like it was a TON of cum. There was no mistaking that smell and what it felt like, it was Frank’s big load of cum. I felt like my ass had pissed itself. How did I end up full of jizz like this? My ass literally felt full, like someone had pissed inside of me, but it was all just a big load of jizz! He told me he wouldn’t cum in me if I let him fuck me bare… and I told him not to cum in me, he even said he wouldn’t! I pushed out some more massive globs of cum. I could feel the weight of it plopping into the toilet and it was thick and seemed to almost stick to my insides, like it didn’t want to come out of me. I felt betrayed and scared that I was bred without my consent, but I was also really turned on for some weird reason by the lewd scenario. He liked my ass so much that he wanted to cum in me, no he needed to cum in me. But was he even safe? Would I need to get tested now? I started to panic again, but for a different reason this time and for a brief moment I had forgotten about harold and what he said to me since I was in the bathroom, pants on the floor and a huge load of cum up my ass planted deep by a stud who had balls larger then I have ever seen when I told him to pull out. I still was trying to push more of his load out but it felt like a lot more was up inside of me further, like he had cum into my stomach and only so much was able to drain out at the moment. Frank must cum like a firehose! I started thinking back to when we were on the snowmobile together after he had convinced me to let him in me bareback for a short period of time. When he was balls deep in me and I felt him throbbing and spasming inside me I should have known he was cumming in me then! I felt so stupid. Maybe he planned this the whole time? Before I could think about it anymore, I heard the front door open and slam shut. Muffled talking for a moment, then footsteps approached the bathroom door. “Hello?” I called out but got no response. Just silence. I quickly turned off the light thinking someone from the shed party came down to use the bathroom but they might be drunk so I didn’t want them to find me in here farting out big globs of franks cum. Sitting there on the toilet almost naked I hear the door open and this stranger come in and quickly undress. I was in shock from how bold this man was, he walks over to me and puts his cock in front of my face and whispered to me: “I know you want this. Put it in your mouth boy.” That voice sounded exactly like harold, was that him? I hesitated, and when I didn’t act right away the man in front of me turned the light back on. It was Harold! He glarred down at me and spoke quietly again: Harold: Come on kid, I know all about you and frank, he told me about you letting him cum up in your arsehole. He showed me the picture you sent him in MY bathroom pushing your ass out for him like a true faggot. So here is what’s going to happen. You are going to do as I say, and if you don’t be a good little slut for me I’ll be showing this picture of you in my bathroom to your father and mother. Would you like that? Them to know that you’re a fucking faggot and you are looking for dick in my house, begging men to come and fuck you? I couldn’t even form words. Not only was I being blackmailed by the family friend who wanted me to service him, but frank was telling others he had fucked my ass full of cum and that I had asked for it! I told him not to cum in me and he broke my trust by breeding me without my consent or knowledge and then he was telling other people he fucked me full of cum and I asked for it, meanwhile he is showing the picture I sent to him to harold, maybe other guys as well? I felt seriously ill, and the hard cock in front of me wasn’t helping right now. Harold: Well, what’s it going to be cocksucker? You like dick right? You should love mine heheh. Me: U-uhh, listen to me harold… frank wasn’t supposed to cum in me! I told him to wear a condom but he didn’t, and then I told him he needed to pull out but he never did…. Harold: Shut up whore! I didn’t ask how you got your fat ass loaded up, but I am telling you to suck my cock and make it nice and wet. Now learn how to follow orders or your getting punished! I was surprised by how rude and snappy he was with me all of a sudden, his kindness was gone and all I could see was a man filled with lust. He wanted me, and as much as I should have been scared I told myself to do as he asked, hopefully he would keep his word if I was good and not tell anybody else about this! Harold’s cock was absolutely massive, It was uncut with long foreskin that partially covered his cock even when it was at full mast, the shaft being even thicker then franks dick and it looked to be as thick as my wrist, if not a bit thicker and about 10 inches long! He had long gray pubes that covered the base of his thick tool like a lions mane, and giant balls that must not get drained often considering the sheer size. Each of his nuts looked like each were a giant plum! I slowly reached out and took his massive schlong in my hands and groped his big balls before I started to enjoy sucking on all of it. It had definitely been at least a day since he showered, but it tasted incredible. He smelled very manly, his natural musk turning me on the more I gulped his cock down my throat. Harold: Atta boy… you know your place well. Take your time and savor it… The big mushroom head of his dick seemed to grow even bigger as I tasted him, it was such a nice feeling having it slide down my throat that I started to relax and really enjoy what was happening. That was before we heard footsteps and then a knock at the door. Vivian’s voice called out: Vivian: Harold? Are you in there? Harold: Yes honey, what is it? I almost stopped what I was doing in fear we would be caught, but Harold grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep on his throbbing erection causing me to make a sound from the sudden throat fucking. Vivian: What was that noise? Harold: Oh… Zack was a bit stomach sick and had trouble talking because he was ill, poor thing was trying to not throw up. I helped him get in here to help him clean up and he is in here with me now. Harold gave me a look that told me ‘if you say anything out of line you’re in trouble’ Vivian: Zack is in there too? Is he alright? Harold pulled his cock back out of my mouth and nodded at me as if giving me permission to speak. Me: uh, yeah. I’m fine. Harold: He will be alright, don’t worry viv, I’m going to stay with him until he’s sure he will be ok. Vivian: Do you need me for anything? Maybe I should come in… Harold looked worried for a brief second, Did he forget to lock the door? Harold: NO, I mean, no hon. He doesn’t need to be overwhelmed right now, it’s better we don’t crowd him while he is feeling like this. I will be out again later when zack is feeling better. For now if anybody asks for me just tell them I’ll be back up soon ok? Can you head up to the shed and let the guys know? There was a brief pause before she spoke, Harold’s fat shaft still bobbing in front of me the entire time. Vivian: Okay, I’ll let them know you will be up shortly… is there anything else I can do? Harold: Yes actually, if you don’t mind hon I could use some more beer up in the cooler in the shed. It’s almost run dry, and since me and a few of the guys are drinking out if it could you refill it for me? I would really appreciate it. Vivian: Harold, you know nothing is open this hour of the night here! Where do you think I will get beer? Harold: I left some at the guys place, over where Jamie and his wife went this evening. John has a bunch in his basement too, head over there first because nobody is home so you won’t get distracted talking to anyone, Hahaha! Vivian: Oh I should have known you bought more and were hiding it from me… *grumbles* She seemed really upset at Harold and like she was not going to leave at all for a minute. He poked me in the face with his cock, precum sticking to the side of my cheek and leaving a string of pre between me and his log of a cock. He mouthed the words to me “when she leaves, I’m gonna give it to you good”, and I just looked at him while Vivian continued. Vivian: What else are you hiding from me lately Harold? Actually, don’t answer that, poor Zack doesn’t need all of this right now… feel better soon honey! I’ll try and be back soon so I can help you feel better! And Harold the next time you buy extra beer and HIDE IT at your friend’s place without telling me… Harold: Yes yes dear, I get it. Another time please? Zack isn’t doing the best here… With that last word, he grabbed the back of my head and with very little warning, shoved his cock into my mouth. It was so quick and unexpected I opened my mouth to say something but just got a mouthful of his fat dick, only less then half of it fit in my mouth but it was forceful and I gagged, audibly enough that Vivian heard it from the other side of the door. Vivian gasped and uttered a farewell before leaving in a hurry. Harold seemed to lightly hump my face, still keeping quiet and signaling for me to keep it down as well. This man was devious! He pulled out of my already sore mouth for just a minute and spoke to me: Harold: There, that old bitch won’t bother us for at least half an hour or maybe longer. John’s place is on the outskirts of town, then to go to where your parents are she has to drive even further! They are almost to the highway turn off and once she gets there, she will DEFINITELY talk to a few folks there heheh… we got a bit of time boy. Get to work. Me: Ah, o-ok… can we- Harold: LESS TALKING, MORE SUCKING FAGGOT! He shoved his cock in my mouth again while I was mid sentence, a bit roughly and I tried my best not to anger him more. Harold: If I feel teeth, im knocking yours out. I’ll tell viv ya fell and cracked yer face open when I wasn’t looking. Understand? I was feeling a little scared no matter how horny his dick made me, Harold was not usually like this towards me, but he was showing some terrible side of him I’d never seen before. This was completely unexpected from him to threaten me like this! I resigned myself to do my best to force his cock down my throat, and after a bit of working it and gagging more and more, I managed to get almost all of him deep in my throat, every time I went deeper he moaned loudly in approval. If I could just make him feel good I could get out of this mess. After about 10 minutes of sucking and enjoying what tasted like a hot mix of musk and precum, he asked if he could rim me. Me: Really? You would want to do that to me? Harold: I know your cunt is clean, Frank was balls deep in you and came out it fine. Besides, how else would i get you ready for my dick in your boy pussy? Come on, follow me and get your ass up doggy style on the bed. He left the bathroom, cock still hard and shiny from all my spit and precum that was beading up at the massive tip before turning a corner down the hallway, a short distance from me. I felt like had little choice but to follow him. Maybe if I make him feel good… he won’t tell anybody about all this. That’s what I kept telling myself, hopeful I would be right. Leaving my clothes in the bathroom, I walked into the bedroom wearing only my t shirt. I was semi-hard myself and leaking precum from how turned on my body was from all the male attention so far tonight. I had gotten more cock then I had bargained for already! Harold: lose the t shirt and get on the bed ass in the air boy. I said sure as I tossed my shirt to the floor and he growled at me almost possessively when I got on the bed on all fours like he asked. He started to lick and suck my hole which was driving me wild, he even fucked my hole with his tongue and I could hear him stroking his spit covered cock which made it even hotter. At one point he commented on how wet my ass was, and made a snide joke about how I liked having my hole filled with cum. I tried to ignore him but everything was so hot, and I was rock hard while he was making me feel pure bliss. Nobody had ever rimmed me before and he was on an expert level. Feeling the massive load frank left in me still trickling out of my relaxed rim while I was being eaten out felt exquisite, I had never ever felt something quite like this before but I knew I truly loved it. After a couple minutes of that he stands up and starts to tease my ass with his cock. I asked him if he had condoms as he dragged the head of his tool against my freshly rimmed hole. Harold: No, I never use them anymore. I had one left kicking around from years ago when me and viv still had sex but I don’t need them to fuck now so I don’t have anymore, sorry. I thought something was up when frank came begging for a condom to use. I figured he was fucking a chick at first, hahaha! Imagine my surprise when he comes back later to tell me he knocked up Jamie’s kid with a 5 day load! Me: Well he was supposed to use that condom but took it off…You don’t need them to fuck? What do you mean? Harold: I only fuck bitches who are on the pill or old enough that they can’t get pregnant anymore. Fucked a few faggots like you too… you gay boys can’t get pregnant either, but it sure is fun to try with ya. He started to apply pressure to my hole and I tensed up. I couldn’t let another man inside me bareback, especially since he was fucking all kinds of other people! It went against everything I was taught in safe sex education and I tried my best to preserve what little I thought I had left of my safety. I was really horny however and my body betrayed me, loosening up for his cockhead as it started to part my asshole wide open. Me: Harold, you have to put a condom on if your going to fuck me. I’m sorry but you need to.. Harold: No problem. I’m just going to put the head in. Before I could even respond he has the spit and precum covered head of his cock inside of my hole, it glided in with a wet lewd sound making me feel embarrassed by how noisy my ass was after being fucked and bred by such a big dick before. He proceeded to fuck me with just the head of his penis, not going any deeper but pulling it out, and pushing it back in despite my attempts to try and keep him out by squeezing my ass muscles. After about a minute of popping in and out, I ask him if I can suck him again. Trying anything I can to get him away from my ass. Harold: Why? Your hole is sucking me off just fine, besides it’s just the tip. Don’t worry so much about it.. I am trying to figure out a way I can distract him to get away from my butt when he grabs my hips, thrusted forward, and managed to slide about halfway inside of me. Instinctively I push my hole out to try and get him out, but this and the precum he’s leaked inside of me along with what was left of franks load deep in me helps him push all the way in. Holy fuck his cock was HUGE! If Frank had not fucked me and came in me tonight to loosen me and lube me up for this monster i'm not sure I could even take Harold like this. In between moans and whimpers I begged him to take his cock out of me, I felt uncomfortably full. He told me not to worry, he wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. He had his wife to protect. He just wanted to feel my hole for a bit before using my mouth again. I don’t know why I believed him, considering he told me before about his sexual shenanigans and he was now slowly sliding his raw shaft in and out of me. He started to pick up speed despite me asking him not to. It felt so good having this hunk of a man inside of me, even though I knew what was happening was very wrong, knowing his wife was not very far away and could walk in the door at anytime soon. I was buzzing and horny, and against all my better judgment I decided to let him fuck me for a bit before trying again to make him stop. He just felt so good sliding in and out of me, his bare cock rearranging my guts with the mushroom head leading the charge deeper then any man previously ventured. He was so big it just felt like he was pushing all the cum inside me even deeper to make way for his fat dick. The only sound in the room now was my occasional moan I couldn’t hold in…and his big smelly balls slapping my taint with every thrust. I tried not to think about how my parents would feel if they knew that instead of partying in the shed, I was actually bent over their friends bed while a chubby married guy three times my age was using his precum as lube in my bare hole. I realize about ten minutes later that I had accidentally let this guy fuck me into a daze. His technique was so pleasurable that I forgot i had asked him numerous times to stop fucking me. I had been playing with my cock and rubbing his balls while he was inside of me, thoroughly enjoying the massive tool in my backside pumping balls deep in me now with every thrust. Me: Are you getting close? I know im taking a big risk just letting you do this but you feel amazing, when you are about to cum can you pull out and cum on my back or my ass please? Harold: Glad you enjoy it boy… please what? He stopped fucking me on an in stroke and just left his fat cock in me, I felt it twitch and throb every few seconds deep in my bowels, making my cock throb in sync with it. Me: ummm, please sir? Harold: That’s better. Please sir what? He pulled back quickly almost all the way out and with a swift thrust of his hips he pumped in again balls deep. Holy shit, for an old man he sure can fuck! I moaned out involuntarily when he pushed all the way in again and he laughed at my response to how his dick made me feel. Me: ahh… please sir, cum all over my ass! I wiggled my butt for emphasis, moving my ass and also his cock that was deep inside me back and forth while I swayed my hips hoping he would indulge me and spray his load all over me and not inside. Harold: I’ll try. I’m just using your ass to get close then ill feed you my load, how does that sound? Me: I guess that seems ok… He slammed his cock in harder this time and his tip was grinding into the deeper parts of me. I felt my insides getting explored and violated and I moaned out louder then I liked to admit, the noises I made from his dick pounding me deep were embarrassing! Harold: Yeah, you want it deep in you boy? It’s going to all go in you… Harold growled possessively and smacked my ass hard with one hand, then resumed his primal pounding. He was not slow Or gentle at all now, it’s like he was working hard to achieve his goal, to cum. He was fucking me deep and hard. I felt his cock hitting my upper ring and spreading it open for him, It was the deepest he ever reached and I loved it, unable to deny how great it felt i ground my ass back on him. He stops moving for a moment and he kisses my neck and rubs my belly, pushing my torso down harder onto his cock, trying to feel his cock through my stomach. He was showing some kind of sweetness I had not seen from him before, but now I felt like I was getting skewered, my deep insides hurt and felt good at the same time. It really felt like he was reaching far past my rectum. My poor colon trying to accommodate the menacing intruder. I slid to my stomach to try and get away from him but he fell on top of me and pinned me into the bed. He started methodically pumping in and out of me, breathing into my ear. It was clear to me that he believed me about not wanting to get bred, he just didn’t care. He wanted to add to the partial load already inside me and mark my ass with his DNA. A few more minutes of me trapped underneath him, his sweat dripping on me, I feel him start to tense up. He slams his cock in my ass and picks up his pace. I don’t know how much more my insides can handle his relentless assault. His hips and balls slapping against me with wet slapping sounds. His hands pinning me down. Me: Can you pull out now sir? Let me make you cum sucking you off… He ignores me and slows down and gives me slow hard pounds. At this point he’s just stabbing my guts with it now. I still feel his rock hard sausage, solid as stone throbbing and twitching, stretching open my colon and making me feel things no man made me feel. He pushes in deep, even harder then before and somehow while he balls deep in me seems to reach just a little deeper as his cock seemed to expand and get even bigger, his head flaring inside me and pulsing, I could feel the heat radiating from his cock while it was deep inside me! All of a sudden, his cock started thrashing inside my ass like a eel and I instinctively squirmed but I didn’t expect to FEEL him cum in me, this was unlike frank. i didn’t expect to feel every spurt of his seed unload inside of me. It was so intense, that I came hands free while he was humping away. I was almost sure I felt his twitch and throb and bounce while I could feel each cumshot pulse out of his cock and shoot deep into my belly. I was mortified and turned on all at the same time! Me: OOF! UMM Harold? Are you cumming in me? Harold: Ahhh… Don’t worry little buddy. Just my precum. You have me really turned on and i pre a lot when I am turned on. Me: It feels like you are cumming inside me! Oh my god it’s so hot… Harold: Just relax and enjoy how it feels boy… His lies betrayed him as I felt his cock start to soften just a little bit, although he was still trapped inside me from his sheer size and it still felt like a slab of meat up inside of me as opposed to a steel beam rammed up my ass! Harold: Fuck the time. Viv will be back any minute. Here, I need to get off of you… His cock pops out with a moist sound, flopping out between his legs and I swear I could feel some fluid leak out of my hole and run down my balls. My legs are wobbly, my guts are sore and hot. His cock is out of me now… but what he left behind didn’t make me feel empty, my insides have a strange bloating sensation. It almost felt familiar after what happened with frank, but the feeling was much more intense and I noticed how aware I was of how full I felt deep inside. As I stood up, Harold was smiling at me like he had just caught a rabbit in his snare. It was almost a menacing smile, like he knew what he had done and knew that I did too. Harold: Look I don’t have time to keep fucking your faggot ass right now. If you really liked it and want more after, I can help ya with that boy. For now don’t tell anyone what happened here, and ill keep your little secret too, alright? Me: Sure… I won’t tell anybody. But you have to delete that picture and tell frank not to share it with anyone else! Harold: Delete this? And not have a delicious view of your chubby ass on display for me? Not a chance! You can talk to frank about that one. But im keeping this to remind me about our fun. Who knows, it might inspire me to come find that bum again soon hehe. He put his cock away, it was still sticky with our fluids but without even cleaning it off he got dressed and told me to do the same and quickly. While I was putting my pants back on I couldn’t help but ask him again if he had bred me. Me: So when we were fucking and you put your cock inside… you only said just the tip. It felt good in me im not going to lie but we can’t do that anymore bareback, it’s risky. If we ever do this again, we need to use a condom so you don’t cum in me ok? You didn’t cum in me just now right? Harold walked over to me, yanked my pants down and shoved a finger in my hole, it was abrupt and made me yell out, and no sooner then he had his finger buried in me, we heard the front door slam shut. Harold: Feel that? That is probably just frank’s cum from earlier. Get dressed and run to the bathroom, NOW. I have to go. I barely made it to the washroom, and as Vivian came around the corner I heard them talking bit they were in the living room I assumed, I couldn’t hear what was being said so I focused on the fullness deep inside me. Maybe I should sit on the toilet and try and see if anything comes out? Harold emerged from the hallway and came into the bathroom, almost silently. Harold: How are you doing little buddy? Feeling any better? I shot him a angry look that must have told him that I knew about him breeding me without my consent. He smirked and closed the door behind him. Harold: You don’t have to say anything. Viv wanted me to check on you again and I told her I would help you get to bed. She is in the kitchen now. Me: Does Vivian know about this? Harold: You being sick? Absolutely. Me: No, you being manipulative and fucking me bare even when I asked you not to. Does she know you had your cock in my ass? Harold: Not a chance. If she finds out ill bury you myself. Me: Yeah well you had no problem burying SOMETHING that’s for sure… Harold chuckled to himself quietly. Harold: What are you doing down there anyway? Just getting comfortable or do you need to have a dump? Me: I think I need to push something out but I can’t… it feels like it’s in there deep… Harold: Well the cat’s out of the bag. You will find out sooner or later… While my arm was around ya and my cock was balls deep inside ya, I shot off a huge load. And every last drop went up inside ya deep son, I cum hard and its been almost 2 weeks since I last shot a load. You have almost a 2 week load that was brewing in my balls far up in your guts right about now making sure you get nice and pregnant heheh. Me: Huh?! Harold: Maybe after one of the guys might want a crack at your pussy too, be sure to keep my load in you and don’t let any spill out. That’s going to come in handy later heheh. I knew I told him not to cum in me, but this was the second guy TONIGHT that ignored me and went ahead and bred me, deeply and very thoroughly. Guys can’t get pregnant, and he called my asshole a pussy, was he getting off on using me for his own fetish? What was he on about? I couldn’t respond to him because Vivian called out to him and he nodded at me with a knowing smile, and then took his leave. I had still some of franks load he deposited deep in me, and now a very large fresh load of cum deep up inside me from Harold, our family friend and they both seem infatuated with the idea of breeding me bareback. What had I gotten myself into tonight?

When I was in HS I used to go over to where all the straight HS teens went to hook up and collect any used condoms that I could find. It started with just putting the rubber over my dick and jacking off, then I tried swallowing the loads out of the rubbers and liked that! I eventually tried putting the open end of the rubber in my butt and letting the spunk run into me, I loved that.

I think he was just looking to suck, but I went from jerking his cock as he blew me to rubbing his ass and fingering it and pushing some spit snot in to moisten him up. I grabbed his balls so he couldn't stand up, and went around back and shoved my cock in fast before he could say no. He let out a moan, but I was balls deep and fucking him before he told me he didn't like to get fucked. "It's ok buddy just relax" I said as I STILL was fucking. He stepped forward a bit but I had his waist gripped tightly so I moved with him, and kept fucking. He was clamping my cock really hard, and by the time he yelled at me to stop I was nutting inside him, so I stopped. 'You want me to pull out?" I asked him, and he said yeah. I took a step back and my cock plopped out. He stood up and quickly got his underwear and pants back in place, and just left without saying a word.

Part 4 I don't know how long I was in that position, with the fist toy on the machine punch fucking my hole...I just realised I was coming down a little as I was now beginning to sense my surroundings again. I saw the 2 guys and Master having drinks, and moaned as my hole took the fist. They looked over at me and Master said it looks like pig is needing a top up, but first he can have a little break. Master came over and stopped the machine, and assisted me to my feet and told me to go and have another shower and a washout, and take my time. Of course time meant nothing, but I did know we had been going for quite a few hours...who cares? I loved the shower, and washed out several more times... enjoying the feeling of the water swelling my hole up then squirting out. Once again I was squeaky clean, and ready for action. I went back in the room and Master told me to sit in an armchair and handed me a Gatorade. He told me to drink up and that there was a nice hit of G in there for me. After about 5 minutes I began to feel the G kicking in, and a couple of low moans alerted Master. He sprung into action and told me to get down on all fours on the fuck bench. Quickly my wrists and ankles were tied, and I was given another slam. This was a .3, which on top of the G and previous slams turned me into a mumbling slut wanting to be used more. The two guys and Master were behind me, and in my rush I felt a fist entering me, slow but steady. It pulled out a little, and a second fist slowly joined it. Master came in front of me and fixed a gas mask to my face with poppers in it. He said right pig, shallow breathing and you don't get any. When you breathe deep and hard it will open the valve and you will get a big hit... I couldnt really focus on what he said, but my subconscious took it in. The two fists were working my hole and I was moaning and the guys were encouraging me saying wow what a good pig, fuck yeah look at that cunthole open! Yeah, fuck! Master was now back behind me and he said firmly right pig take a good deep hard hit of the poppers...I grunted and breathed in deep and hard, the all too familiar scent filling my nostrils and my lungs, and out it went and Master said take 3 more pig. I happily complied, even though my head was now totally spun. As the rush from the second snort hit, I felt more pressure against my hole and I hurriedly took the 3rd and subsequent hits deep and fast...I was now completely flying and was aware of intense unparalleled pleasure from deep within my guts and heard voices, and couldn't really make out what they were saying. I caught a few words, like FUCK PIG, 3 FISTS! and LOOK, HOLY FUCK look at that fucking beautiful hole! .....I blissed out, falling in and out of being there, aware at times my hole was getting the biggest workout it had ever had....I had actually reached that point with the two fists earlier, but the punch fisting toy and the extra drugs took over. I don't remember it finishing, but woke sometime later and was lying on a bed, all clean with a blanket on me. I had been awoken by a noise and it was my Master. It was daylight and he had a hot sweet coffee for me and some yogurt....great for the digestive system after the party. He told me I had slept for 2 days, and the partying and flight from Australia had caught up with me. He grinned and said he got it all on video and he had already made thousands out of it. He said I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself, that was more than evident. Welcome to your new home. As you will be starting to feel pretty low, there are some more favours for you once you've had a feed and your coffee. By the way, have you ever been tag team gangbanged? The end