Leaderboard

Part 1 It has been almost 20 minutes figuring out what to wear on my first Pride march. My brother is sitting on his sofa in the living room and waits patiently for me to get ready. ‘Luke, how long will it take you to turn into the slutty twink you always are? The march starts in one hour and we still have to get there first’ my brother calls teasingly. ‘I’m not a slutty twink’ I call back, but when I look in the mirror it is exactly what I am. I am a 21-year-old skinny bitch, at least my friends call me that. I guess it is true, when you’re under 6 feet tall your mouth must become a little bit more powerful. I look at myself and am happy with my outfit, a leather harness over a tight sheer white t-shirt and assless chaps with a golden thong to cover my privates at least a little. As I enter the living room, my brother looks amused. ‘Yeah, right, you are not slutty, not a little bit’ ‘Shut up and let’s go’ We get into his car and drive to the starting point of the Pride March. I really can’t believe that my brother has decided to join me, but he has always supported me. As the Pride march is in a different city, then where I study, my friend group has to arrive by train, and we will meet them there. I was lucky enough to stay at my brother’s for the last two days or I would be sitting in that train too, because the hotel prizes are just too expensive for us partying students. After my brother parked his car in a relatively unknown side street, we head to the parade. I see my friends from far away and we reach them with difficulty as the crowd is huge. The news say that over 100.000 people are expected to celebrate and protest. We finally reach my friends, and I introduce my brother to them, of course they are immediately drawn to him, his charm is unparalleled. For a happily married, straight guy, he really hits it off with my people. The march begins, the atmosphere electric. After an hour we take a break, my brother in deep conversation with Lily, one of my best friends. As we continue our march, the sun becomes stronger and it is getting hot between all the buildings. My brother decides that between all the half-naked people he could get rid of his shirt, I’m astonished by the confidence of him. But of course, I have to admit, he probably is the wet dream of a lot of guys here. As a former ruby player, he is very muscular with a big ass, his now exposed hairy chest is getting all the attention of the people around us. If he wasn’t 13 years older than me and happily married, I would be jealous of the attention he is getting, well I am a little bitch after all, but I really love that he is so comfortable. We walk on, I party with my friends, and my brother is falling behind, but one of us always has an eye on him. Before we reach the big square, Lily notices that my brother is in a very intimate conversation with another men. He is almost as muscular as my brother, his chest hairy as well and his abs out of this world. Above his crotch, which is only covered by a leather jockstrap and the half of a biohazard tattoo is blazing above it. I have no idea how this guy and my brother ended up chatting, but the man’s hand rests on the lower back of my brother. But I forget about it rather quickly as I feel the hand of my on-and-off again boyfriend Chad on my ass. We reach the square, my brother back with our group, all listening to the speeches of the organisers, activists and politicians. Later we decide to go to one of the many parties in the cities gay club, my brother talked into it by Lily and Chad. We chose one, that has an all-welcome bar, but gay cruising area downstairs. So that Chad and I can have some spicy fun, while Lily, my brother and the rest of the gang enjoy the party upstairs. As soon as we enter the club, the atmosphere is full of sex, lust and beer. I’m not sure this was the right choice, but my friends just got the last table and ordered their drinks. Chad and I decided to head downstairs, we are not here to waste time. As we enter the cruising area, Chad pushes me into an open room, that transmits a live video feat of the people inside on a monitor. We close the door and start to make out, within in seconds I have his dick in my mouth, sucking and licking relentlessly. He is almost close to come, so he pulls me up, kisses me and then gets on his knees to return the favour to my cock. Chad isn’t the best at sucking, but he can take a cock deepthroat, I start to fuck his mouth and almost shoot my load. We stop, savouring it for later, we kiss and head back upstairs. As we join the group, I notice my brother wasn’t there. ‘Have you guys seen my brother’ I asked them. ‘He went to the toilets I guess, but it has been a while to be honest’ Lily answers me. I am puzzled as well as a little concerned, I hope he wasn’t angry because I left with Chad right away. I search for him but cannot find him anywhere upstairs. He might have searched for me downstairs, so I decide to head back to the cruising area. As I enter there are a lot more men now, but my brother doesn’t seem to be there. I walk through the maze, some hands finding my ass and cock, but I ignore them, when I stumble upon a playroom with bondage bench right in the centre. I can’t believe my eyes, bend over the bench is my brother while the guy with the biohazard tattoo is fucking him. I slip into a dark corner, watching the scene with confusion. My brother is in pure ecstasy and lust, the unknown guy is hitting harder and harder into him, my brother moaning louder and louder. Suddenly, a big beefy muscular man, his body covered in hair and completely naked enters the room walking directly to the bench. He positions himself in front of my brother and he takes the rock-hard pierced cock in his mouth without hesitation. I can’t believe it, my brother is being spitroasted right now. The man with the biohazard tattoo nods to the big beefy guy, and they swap places. As he stands behind my brother, pushing his cock against his ass, I noticed something missing, but it took me a moment to realise. My brother is not only taking cock, but he is also taking cock raw, and he is taking poz cock raw. It overwhelms me and I turn to leave, when Chad collides with me at the door. I try to push him outside, don’t want him to see my brother, but it is to late. Chad kisses me and then pushes me aside, entering the room and walking towards the bench. He doesn’t present himself to my brother, he walks behind him, nods to the beefy man currently fucking my brother, who makes space willingly. Now the beefy man and the man with the biohazard tattoo are in front of my brother as he is licking or cleaning their cock with his tongue. But my focus is on Chad, who with a grin on his face and a quick look to me, rams his cock into my brother’s ass. My brother moans loudly, I know why, Chad’s cock is not only long, but big. For a little twink, he has a massive cock. I can’t take it anymore and leave the playroom. It takes twenty minutes for Chad to reappear upstairs, but my brother still hasn’t come back up. ‘I thought your brother was straight?’ Chad asks me casually. ‘He is, at least I thought he is, but why did you fuck him? Fuck, my boyfriend fucked my brother, that’s bad’ ‘Don’t loose your cool, lets face it we have fun, but we are not exclusive or anything, and your brother is proper hot. I just had to take the chance.’ ‘Easy for you to say, I don’t know what is happening right now’ ‘I get that, but don’t give him a hard time, he always supported you, now it’s your turn.’ ‘But he fucked the guy with the biohazard tattoo raw, he took poz cock and I doubt he is on PrEP’ ‘Oh, he is taking a lot more loads down there and I never been on the pill too’ ‘What, wait, but we …’ ‘Yes, we fucked raw a lot, but you never asked. Now, get your thong out of your ass and don’t be a bitch. He is enjoying himself, let him have this night’ With those words Chad went to the bar to get another drink. It took another 45 minutes before my brother came back upstairs, together with the biohazard guy. They walked straight towards me. ‘Hey little bro, I want to introduce you to Mark, I met him during the parade’ ‘Hey, nice to meet you. And how was his cock in your ass?’ My brother looks puzzled for a moment, but then his confidence takes over again. ‘His cock is great, gave me a really nice toxic load up my ass, can’t wait for another round’ My eyes betray me, the shock apparent. My brother takes Mark’s hand, kisses him in front of me and they both turn around to go back downstairs. I don’t see my brother for the whole night, but he is my ride back to his place. It is almost 5am in the morning, when he comes back to the table, on which Lily, Chad and I are the last remaining of our group. ‘Let’s go, I bring you all back to mine and Luke, we will talk later’ We stand up and are greeted outside by the first rays of sunshine. My brother is walking in front of us, on his pants a little wet spot appearing right on his ass, apparently he is leaking the loads of the night, but I am the slut.

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

SINGLE CHAPTER My name is Paul, I live in Brazil, and I've always had a fetish for poz men. I met a man on Tinder named Rodrigo. We started talking, exchanged phone numbers and some nudes. When the weekend arrived, we arranged to meet at a shopping mall on Sunday. We met, we got along well, then he invited me to his apartment, which wasn't very far away. When we arrived, I thought we were going to have sex right away, but he made me sit on the living room sofa and continued talking about random things. That made me feel discouraged, and I immediately wanted to go home. But when I said I needed to leave, he finally started kissing me. We made out a lot, until we started taking our clothes off. “I want you,” he said. “I want you to fuck me,” I replied. We continued kissing and having a great time. I could feel every pore of him desiring my body, our hands feeling each other's muscles through our clothes. My body desired every inch of his body; he pressed against me with that defined stomach, and with a considerable bulge in his underwear, which was hard as a diamond, and I reciprocated in the same way. He ran his hands over my chest, down to my hips and back, driving me crazy with lust. He made me want him more with each touch. Suddenly he grabbed me by the waist, bringing my body closer to his, and began to caress my penis with his own through our underwear. I was already desperate with lust and thought that if he touched my penis, I would instantly ejaculate. Rodrigo threw me onto the sofa, pulled down my underwear, and I could see that imposing member in front of me. It was all white, with a pink head, the foreskin covering it, leaving only the tip exposed. The veins were well-defined, and the huge cock pulsed like a heart. It was quite hairy at the base, large and thick. I don't know what came over me, but I knew I wanted that whole cock in my mouth. I knelt in front of him and started sucking, a little awkwardly. “Yeah, suck my cock,” Rodrigo said. I gave that guy a great blowjob, he asked me to sit back down on the couch, and he started sucking on my nipples. He was possessed by lust, he took off my underwear and went down on my cock. As soon as he took it in his mouth, the orgasm was inevitable, and I ejaculated all over his face and mouth. I had never seen so much cum come out of my cock, I gave the guy a bath, and he took my cock and rubbed it on his face, his chest and his mouth, until my cock was completely clean. Incredibly, my cock didn't go soft, always pointing upwards, and the guy went back to giving me a blowjob. Because he sucked so masterfully, I yelled: “You fucking faggot, what a mouth you have, you were born to suck cock. That's it, suck this whole cock, that's what you like, get more milk from your man, suck my balls, put it all in your mouth.” And every time he spoke, the better the man sucked me. He sucked my balls and, while playing with them, started running his little finger over my asshole. I was writhing with lust. Rodrigo stopped sucking my balls, lifted my legs, and left my little hole completely exposed, then gave my hole a deep suck, and I yelled: “You bastard, what a fucking mouth you have, you're driving me crazy with it.” “Let's go to the bedroom,” Rodrigo said. I followed him to a room next to the living room. In the center of the room was a simple double bed with white sheets. Rodrigo pushed me onto it, lying on top of me and starting to kiss me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his body. Rodrigo reached for my hole and started fucking my ass with two fingers. I was already surrendered to the anal pleasure he was giving me, and since his fingers weren't filling me as much as I wanted, I yelled: “Put that fucking cock inside me and tear my ass apart, you son of a bitch!” He then positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and shoved it all in at once. I saw stars from the pain. I let out a scream, and with his cock fully inside, he kissed my ear and said: “Didn't you want my cock inside you? Now you'll have to take it.” I tried to relax and get used to the foreign body inside me, and I was willing to make that hot guy cum with my gaping holes. The pain subsided and I started to move. That was the green light he wanted, so he started with a slow back and forth, giving it a little shake, so I could get used to it. After a while, he started with strong, alternating thrusts. Then he would pull his whole cock out, making me feel empty, and put it all in at once, eliciting deep sighs. Rodrigo placed one of my feet on his chest and took the other to his mouth, sucking my toes while he pounded his cock into my ass. While he was fucking my ass frantically, I rubbed the sole of my foot on his face. He licked it, and fucked harder. I started thinking about how that hot man was inside me. That delicious cock I'd wanted to swallow minutes before was now entirely inside my ass. Rodrigo was incredibly horny, desperately wanting me; I could feel it through his breath and the things he said. "What a hot ass you have," he repeated. "It feels so good." I relaxed more and more, then I began to feel an absolute pleasure rising and taking over my entire body. He had started thrusting inside me, eating my ass faster and harder, in a movement that was driving us both to ecstasy. He lay on top of me, his torso rubbing against my stomach. His cock was going all the way in and almost completely out, deep and strong. I smelled his perfume, I felt his uncontrollable desire. He kissed me, kissed my neck. And I, who thought I wouldn't be able to take it, now wanted it to never end. My cock rubbed hard against him, hard and dripping. Meanwhile, Rodrigo was tireless, thrusting his enormous cock inside me with the same vigor he had begun with. His stamina was otherworldly; any man would have already come, but he endured minutes and minutes of that intense fucking. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out of me and lay down beside me. I found that quite strange, because neither of us had come yet. "I was almost there," he explained. "And why didn't you come?" I asked. "It's dangerous to come like that without a condom," the man said. I found that super weird, because he had been fucking me without a condom for quite a while. So I said: "I don't have any diseases, there's no danger." Then Rodrigo looked at me, still panting, and said: "The danger isn't in you, it's in me. If I cum inside you, I'll probably give you HIV." That statement made my cock throb, and luckily, Rodrigo didn't see it. I'd dreamed of this forever; I had unprotected sex at every opportunity and considered myself a chaser. But I could see in his face that his concern was genuine and that he wouldn't intentionally give me HIV if I asked. "That's not a problem for me, I take Prep," I lied. "You take it?" he asked. "Yes, you can cum inside me without worrying. I want you to breed me, Rodrigo. Impregnate me. I want your cum inside me." The man didn't think twice; he climbed on top of me again, put my legs over his shoulders, and thrust inside me again with a single stroke. His hunger was so big that it hurt, but I didn't say anything. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "I do," I replied. "Then ask for it," he said. "Cum inside me, impregnate me, breed me. Give me your load, your babies." Rodrigo started thrusting harder and harder. Rodrigo's breathing became even heavier, his body began to contract, and his moans grew louder and deeper. He roared with his cock rammed into my ass, and soon I felt his cock throbbing inside me. His roars intensified, his body began to spasm. Then I felt my ass being completely filled by his jets of cum. While he was cumming inside me, he moaned so loudly that I thought someone would knock on his apartment door. Seeing and feeling the moment, I couldn't contain myself and ejaculated my own cum on my stomach. He kept his cock buried inside me, kissing and panting until his dick softened and slipped out of my completely ravaged ass. Rodrigo was completely exhausted and sweaty, his cock smeared with the very semen he had ejaculated inside me. We lay there for a long time, side by side, the bed disheveled from our fucking, just caressing and kissing each other. After that, Rodrigo and I dated for almost two months, until we argued and broke up. He never mentioned condoms again and always came inside me, without worrying about his status. When we broke up, I got tested and found out I was HIV positive. I never told him anything, and to this day he doesn't know he pozzed me. I don't regret it, because he was the right person for it, even if he didn't know it. A few weeks ago, he texted me saying he missed me. Our fight was pretty complicated, and I don't think we have a chance of getting back together. But I miss that dick and the sex, which was really great. What would you do in my place?

Kevin woke up to a new chapter in his life. He had just graduated as a mechanic and had gotten his first job. He had applied as an expat for a company that was looking for young men to help out on an oil rig. It was hard work but well paid. He would be away from home for three months, then have six weeks' leave, followed by another three months of non-stop work. They were looking for single men who weren't afraid of hard labour and who could be missed from home for long periods of time. The hard work didn't scare Kevin, because he had been used to working hard since childhood. Only being away from home for so long made him hesitate to take the job, but the recruiter had reassured him that he would be part of a warm family that would take him in completely and that he would not suffer from homesickness. On the contrary, the recruiter had told him, after your first trip you will be eager to get back to work. So that morning, Kevin reported to his new boss, who was already waiting for him. He was told that he first had to sign some papers for insurance and such, and when that was done, he was told that before he left for the platform, he would first receive two weeks of training on safety and what his job would exactly entail. Together with three other new guys, he was taken to the company's departure base. Kevin looked at the other guys and thought to himself that he wasn't the most muscular man around, but he thought he was okay. However, he wondered what two of the other guys would be doing on an oil rig. They were skinny and didn't exactly look muscular or very fit. The last one was a bit like him, but not really the type you would think would work on an oil rig. When they arrived at the base, they were put in a helicopter and flown to their private island where they had their training center and vacation homes for employees who wanted to use them. The training center was located on a small island a few kilometers off the coast. From the air, it looked breathtaking. You could see a few cottages on the beach, behind them was dense forest, and in the middle of the island you could see a large building surrounded by a few sports fields. Everything was surrounded by a sturdy fence, and Kevin wondered why such a large fence was necessary for a training center on an island. The helicopter landed on the platform, and when the blades began to slow down, a company employee opened the helicopter door and let the boys out. Kevin and the others looked at the employee who opened the door and welcomed them, and all four of them had the same feeling. There was something strange about the man who welcomed them. He looked fit and muscular, but he also looked a bit pale, and he was wearing a kind of leather armor under his slightly transparent wife beater. Kevin stepped out of the helicopter and was overwhelmed by the heat and humidity. But the boys didn't have much time to think about it or adjust to their new surroundings, because they had to follow him inside the center. When they entered the center, several men were waiting for them. Kevin could immediately see that the man in the middle was in charge, because he looked extremely masculine and dominant, and his appearance radiated alpha male. He wasn't someone you would tell what to do, but someone who gave you orders. Kevin and the others were very impressed by the chief's appearance. J: Welcome, recruits. I am Master Chef John Raine. I am a former army colonel and will be helping to train you here. So that when your training is complete, you will be able to work effectively and support the team. The boys nodded and were even more impressed now that they had heard the master chef speak. J: You will soon be divided according to your specifications and will follow an individual program. Later, you may give your name to my instructors here, and they will take you to your quarters for the duration of your training period. J: I value discipline, respect, and chain of command. I want to be addressed as master chef at all times, and you should address my instructors as sir. Keep in mind that you will be under constant evaluation during your training, and if you are not found to be suitable, you will be dismissed. Understood. The boys nodded. J: Understood. Yes, master chef. The boys shouted. Kevin wondered what he had gotten himself into and whether he had ended up in the right place, because he was supposed to be working on an oil rig and had not applied to join the army. J: All right then. Go to the instructors one by one and say your name. Kevin stepped forward and went to the instructor who was holding a folder with papers in his hands and said his name. Instructor: Name. K: Kevin... Before he could say his full name, the instructor interrupted him. I: Delta. Another instructor approached Kevin. Instructor 2: Follow me. Kevin looked back and saw the next one walking forward. He heard him say his name, Tommy, and the instructor said Beta. As he walked further down the hallway, he heard Dylan, Gamma, and Zack, Alpha. The instructor walked through several white, hospital-smelling corridors and stopped in front of a door. He opened the door and Kevin saw a small room with only a bed, toilet, closet, and shower. That's all I need for the next two weeks, he thought. The instructor let him in and said he would be back shortly, but that he could put his things in the closet first. Kevin started taking out his things and putting them in the closet, and when he was done, the instructor came back in with some papers he had to sign, a measuring tape, a bottle of water, and some pills. Kevin looked at the pills strangely. But before he could say anything, the instructor said. I 2: You have to take these pills because we have some nasty mosquitoes here, and if they bite you, you'll get very sick. It's just for your own safety. The papers you have to sign are to give your consent to take these pills. We have to do this for our safety advisor. Kevin nodded, took the pills and the bottle of water and swallowed them. He took the papers and saw the header: I, Kevin, take the pills voluntarily and am aware of ... Kevin didn't read the rest because he knew it would be correct and signed the papers. The instructor took the tape measure and began to take Kevin's measurements. I 2: This is so we can order your gear so that when you are operational, you have the right gear in the right size. Kevin nodded again and didn't think it was strange, but he thought they could have just asked him for his size. I2: Your measurements have been taken. I suggest you rest from your journey and I'll come and get you in an hour for the tour and introduction. Kevin left the room and lay down on his bed, and before he knew it, his eyes closed and he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the room was completely dark, he was completely naked, and he felt a cold collar around his neck and wrists. Kevin didn't have long to think about it because the door opened. Automatically, Kevin hid his limp dick with his hands from whoever was entering his room. I2: Okay, I see you're awake. Follow me. K: Um, how come I'm naked and there's a collar around my neck and wrists? I2: I saw you were asleep and took off your clothes, but you didn't wake up. The collar is to take your parametric readings, and your clothes are off because you have to go for your medical checkup. Kevin thought it was very strange that he didn't know anything about this and that he hadn't woken up, but he got up anyway and, with his hand covering his crotch, followed the instructor. But he felt very uncomfortable with the situation. They walked through a few corridors and the instructor opened a door and Kevin was allowed to go in. I2: Lie down on the bed, the doctor will be here shortly. Kevin lay down on the bed and not much later a man in a white coat with papers in his hand came in. Doctor: Okay, Kevin, I'll do a quick check-up so you can get back to what you were doing. He took some blood, Kevin had to pee in a cup, and the doctor did a few tests with it. In the meantime, he was measured again, weighed, had to bend over, had his balls felt, and the doctor asked a few more questions, which Kevin answered. 😧 Okay, Kevin, I'll just quickly look at the results of the tests I've done and then you can get back to work. The doctor looked at the tests and seemed concerned. Kevin noticed this. K: Is something wrong, doctor? 😧 Well, I can see from the initial results that you have a vitamin deficiency and that I will need to do some further tests. But I can give you those vitamins now. He went to his pill cabinet, took a blue pill, and made a drink. 😧 Here, drink this and swallow the pill. I'll put in your file that you need to take this every day. Kevin took the pill and the drink and gulped it down. It tasted awful, but luckily it wasn't a large amount and the taste quickly disappeared from his mouth. 😧 Okay, lie back down on the bed. The instructor will come and get you in a moment and take you to try on your clothes. Kevin lay down on the bed and waited for the instructor to come and get him. It took a while, but after about fifteen minutes, the door to the doctor's office opened. To his surprise, it wasn't the instructor who came in, but the master chef. K: Hello, master chef. J: Good job, boy. I see you've been paying attention. J: Everything is going well. K: Yes, master chef. The master chef looked at Kevin and saw that his eyes were already rolling back in his head, and he knew that the G Kevin had just taken was starting to work. J: Good. Stand up straight, boy, so I can examine you. Kevin thought it was very strange that the master chef wanted to examine him, but because he was so impressed by the man and because he knew he was being evaluated constantly, he stood up straight and hid his cock with his hands. J: Hands by your sides, boy. You don't have to be ashamed here, we're all men. Kevin lowered his hands to his sides. The master chef walked around him and examined him closely. J: That doesn't look bad, boy. I heard from the doctor that you need to take some vitamins every day. K: Yes, master chef. J: Good. Kevin felt the master chef's hands on his biceps and then on his shoulders. Kevin started to feel warm and also felt his head getting light, and to his great surprise, he also felt his cock starting to swell. Kevin started to blush and hoped that the master chef wouldn't notice. The master chef felt Kevin's back and then let his hand fall on Kevin's ass and squeezed it. Kevin was extremely shocked by this and took a step forward and then immediately back. Without saying anything, the master chef's hand then moved to Kevin's chest and the master chef lowered his hand and grabbed Kevin's swollen cock. Kevin had had enough and wanted to protest, but didn't get the chance. Because before he could say anything, he felt a shock go through his body. A shock caused by the neck and wrist restraints he was wearing. Kevin sank to his knees and wanted to stand up again, but the master chef pushed him further down so that he was completely on his knees. J: Good boy, you have a beautiful body and will certainly be able to serve. Don't worry. Kevin was still recovering from the shock he had just received and was also getting hotter and hotter. His head also started spinning and for some reason he became horny. Kevin didn't know what was happening to him and he looked at the master chef and saw that the master chef's cock was suddenly dangling in front of his eyes. Kevin looked at the cock and then at the master chef and wanted to ask something, but the master chef spoke first. J: Well, boy, I see you're already pretty excited about this. Let's see how you can pleasure this cock with your mouth. Kevin was already flying high, but he could still think clearly. K: I'm not a cocksucker, master chef. Kevin wanted to stand up, but immediately he was shocked again. What Kevin didn't know was that there were cameras in the room and that the instructor was watching and shocking him when necessary. The master chef hit Kevin on the head. J: I said, show me how you can pleasure this cock with your mouth, boy. J: Don't lie to yourself that you're not a cocksucker because your cock betrays that you're turned on by this. So open your mouth and take that cock in your mouth. K: No, Master Chef. Again, Kevin was shocked and hit on the head, and Kevin realized he had no choice. He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and with a face full of fear and horror, he let his lips touch Master Chef's cock. J: Yes, that's it boy, now take it in your mouth. Kevin let the glans slide past his lips and began to gag in disgust, immediately receiving another blow to the head. J: This isn't a piece of shit, boy. Get used to it, because from now on, nothing else will get between those lips of yours. Tears began to well up in Kevin's eyes as the cock slid into his mouth. J: That's better, boy, now start sucking. Kevin tasted the master chef's cock and for some reason he started to feel more and more turned on. The G was taking over and clouding Kevin's mind without him realizing it. Without realizing it, Kevin let his hands slide over his body and he fell deeper and deeper into a kind of trance. He felt the master chef place his hands on his head and push his face toward him so that the master chef's cock disappeared completely into his mouth. With his tongue, Kevin felt the master chef's cock begin to swell in his mouth. Master Chef was now rhythmically pushing Kevin's head back and forth, and Kevin felt Master Chef's cock sliding in and out of his mouth, getting thicker and bigger. J: Yes, boy, give yourself over completely. You're doing great. Kevin let himself go more and more because the G had now completely taken over and he had become very horny and was completely under the influence of Master Chef's cock and his dominance. Without Kevin realizing it, he had started jerking off his own cock and had also started sucking Master Chef's cock on his own, because Master Chef had let go of Kevin's head. J: Yes, that's it, boy, pull on your own cock and suck that nice cock. Master Chef began to moan. J: Get on all fours, boy. Kevin no longer resisted, let the cock slip out of his mouth, and got on all fours. Master Chef slid his hands over Kevin's back again. Kevin enjoyed the caress on his body and let out a soft moan. Then he felt Master Chef slap his ass, pull his butt cheeks apart, and spit saliva on his asshole. J: Start sucking again, boy. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but then turned his head and sought out Master Chef's thick, big, stiff cock with his mouth and sucked it in. Meanwhile, Master Chef had taken a small crystal from his breast pocket and was pressing it against Kevin's virgin sphincter. Kevin felt the master chef's finger pressing against his sphincter, but he couldn't resist and let it happen. He was completely in a trance and enchanted by the cock he was sucking, which no longer disgusted him. But for some reason, it excited him more and more and made him crave for more. Kevin felt the finger drill its way through his barrier and slide into his future pussy. Master Chef started fingering his ass, and he felt his ass start to glow. Kevin started moaning softly, and Master Chef saw that his sub was starting to push his ass against his finger so that it could slide in deeper. Kevin didn't know what was happening to him. He was sucking a cock with his mouth and Master Chef's finger was in his ass, and he didn't resist, but his inner self wanted more. Kevin surrendered completely and began to suck Master Chef's cock better and better and with more devotion. J: That's right, boy, surrender completely to your true self. Let the slut and whore in you come out. For some reason, Master Chef's words didn't disgust Kevin, but turned him on even more, and he began to moan louder and suck harder on Master Chef's cock. It was as if he wanted nothing more than to have his mouth filled with Master Chef's cum. J: Fuck yes, boy, let the bitch come out. Hmmmmm. You're going to be a great addition to our stress relief team. We're going to break you down completely and rebuild you so that you beg to suck cock and have your pussy fucked by a real man. Suddenly, a bottle was pushed under Kevin's nose and Master Chef told him to sniff it. Kevin, who was already pretty high, sniffed the bottle of poppers a few times and felt an extra rush of horniness coursing through his body. He also felt the fingers disappear from his ass and something thicker take its place, but it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt good and relieved the nagging feeling in his ass. Kevin began to moan even more and sucked hard on Master Chef's cock while playing with his own cock with his hand. This continued for a while until Master Chef began to breathe heavily. J: Fuck yeah, boy, you're going to get your first charged load. Don't let anything go to waste, understand? Let that load run down your throat. Kevin felt the master chef's cum shoot through his cock and squirt into his mouth. At that same time, Kevin came too and squirted his load onto the floor. At first, Kevin was disgusted by the cum that had been squirted into his mouth, but his horniness quickly took over and he kept the cum in his mouth. J: Good boy, now let Master's loaded load slide down your throat. Kevin looked at Master Chief and swallowed the cum. J: That's it, boy. Master Chief is proud of you. K: Thank you, Master Chief. Kevin didn't know why he said that and why he was acting so submissive. J: I see you've shot your load too, boy. Lick the floor clean. Kevin looked at his own load on the floor and felt Master Chef push his head down to the floor. He opened his mouth and licked his load off the floor with his tongue. J: Good boy, swallow that too. Kevin did as he was told, and then Master Chef Kevin pulled Kevin up by his collar. He gave him another slap on the ass and went to the door. J: You did a good job, boy. Tomorrow we'll continue with your training. Kevin nodded, even though he didn't know why he was doing this. He was still horny and flying high, but he felt that he was starting to get a better grip on the situation. Not much later, the instructor came in and took Kevin back to his room. Kevin lay down on the bed and was left alone with his thoughts racing in all directions. What had he just done and what did Master Chef say again? What is the stress relief team and why did he have to do the things he just did to work on an oil rig and did the others have to do this too?

Disclaimer: It is the same story as Part 1, but from the POV of the brother. It just felt necessary, I hope you enjoy. Part 2 I laugh, when I see my little brother enter the living room, a golden thong and chaps, well he isn’t shy that’s for sure. But I have to hurry him, as we are already late. We meet his friends, and I take all the people around us in. My little brother doesn’t know, but this is not my first Pride parade. It brings back beautiful memories of wonderful people, but those times are long gone. I relax and enjoy the parade more and more, even taking my shirt off to go with the flow, also it is hot as fuck today. As I let myself fall a little back to take a picture of Luke’s group and the fun they’re having, I feel a hand on my lower back. ‘Can it be?’ a deep male voice whispers in my ear ‘Is that star rugby player Thomas Gray?’ I am shocked for a moment, don’t know what to do, this cannot be happening. But as I turn around, I look into the face of Mark, my college roommate and one time hook up. ‘Mark? What are you doing here?’ we hug awkwardly, I feel the bulge of his leather jock right against my cock, as his hand slowly caresses my back. ‘Shouldn’t I ask you? You have been the “straight” one of us two. You couldn’t get fast enough out of this town after our first Pride parade.’ I lower my head in guilt and shame, my wedding band reflecting the sun, reminding me of my past decisions. ‘Mark I’m sorry, I know I was a coward then, but I can admit it was wrong now. You have been nothing but wonderful to me, I was just scared.’ ‘So, you’re not scared or a coward anymore? How come, I guess this ring of yours is not a sign of a gay marriage, is it?’ It is annoying, that he can still read me like an open book. I shake my head slightly but decide to finally say it out loud. ‘It is a sign of a hasted decision, yes, but… fuck, I haven’t said it yet out loud… Yes, I am married, but my wife and I have separated one month ago. Turns out she doesn’t like men that much.’ Mark laughs, and it brings a smile to my face. It is strange how fast I feel save with him. ‘That is quite the twist of fate, I guess. So, are you now exploring your gay site a little more or why are you here?’ ‘Oh, no, no… it’s my little brother Luke. Look, he is over there with his friends, he is out and proud, and I love him to pieces. I would do anything for him.’ ‘That’s lovely, you changed Thomas, but I guess for the better’ Mark and I start to walk with the people around us again, and I allow myself to take him in for the first time. His body is beautiful, that hairy chest wasn’t there in college, but it suits him. He has become way more muscular and toned, a few tattoos on his shoulders and one peeping out of his jock. I feel myself yearning for this man, but it cannot happen. ‘I have to go to my brother now, hopefully we’ll see each other around’ He pulls me into a tighter hug and presses my hand forcefully to his crotch. ‘Thomas, it was really lovely to see you again… and just so you know, this cock here is ready for you if you want it, and it is full of toxic poz cum now, as I remember this fantasy was quite a big part of your internet search history… seldom saw straight porn on there, if I remember correctly.’ I break the hug, look him in the eyes, the desire between us unbearable. Over Mark’s shoulder I see Chad looking at us puzzled from far away, which brings me back to reality. I nod to Mark and start heading to my brother and his friends. Between hope and fear to ever see Mark again. I let myself be talked into a party by the group, and as we take our seats my little brother and Chad head straight to the darkroom. It is a little annoying, that he is leaving me here with his friends, despite them being really wonderful. I take the chance of my brother being occupied to have a wee and step outside to get some air. I breathe in the fresh, cooler night letting myself relax, when a strong hand grabs me around my hips and turns me around. The kiss of Mark hits me like a lightning bold, for a second, I resist, but then I let myself fall into the kiss, my hands resting on his bare ass. ‘I wanted to do this since I saw you’ Mark says ‘but you were always with those bloody kids’ I started to say something, but another deep kiss prevents me from speaking. We are making out heavily, and I feel Mark’s cock slowly slipping out of his leather jockstrap. He notices it too and takes me by the hand. Without a word we both walk down the stairs to the cruising area, as we passed the first rooms, a monitor shows my brother fucking Chad deepthroat. But I have no time for this, as Mark is guiding me deeper and deeper into the maze of this cruising area. We enter an empty room and start to kiss forcefully; he pushes me against a bench in the middle of the room and demands me to get naked. Within seconds my clothes are thrown into a corner, and Mark kneels before me. As he is sucking my cock my mind races, because I cannot believe what I am doing right now. Mark, as in our youth senses something is up and comes back up to my face and kisses me. ‘I want to fuck you, Thomas. I want to fuck you with my poz cock and breed you with my toxic seed’ This talk makes my cock rock-hard. ‘Then do it, fuck me with you poz cock’ I cannot believe I said those words, but now is the time to live. Mark turns me around, bends me over the bench. He spits at my hole, positions his cock at my entrance and with a violent thrust pushes his cock inside me. My body shocked by the unknown sensation, but within a few strokes my hole opens up, and I relax myself into the fuck. My mind still tries to comprehend the situation, me being fucked in a gay cruising club by my first and only ever guy hook up. But then the situation changes, another man enters the room and without hesitation I take his cock in my mouth. I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip but don’t think about it further. As Mark shoots his load inside me, I feel the warm fill me up, but I have no time to relax as another cock enters me, I feel metal hitting my insides. Mark is standing in front of me, so it cannot be him. It must be the man, who I just sucked off. Fuck, I let myself being fucked anonymously. The unknown cock slides out but is immediately replaced by another one. This situation is surreal, first I only had a relatively innocent hook up with a man I've known for years, now I am getting gangbanged by a load of anonymous guys. I lose count as the seventh cock enters me, my hole already dripping with the many loads I took. All the feeling for time and place leaves me, but after an eternity Mark slaps my bare ass and tells me it is time to take a break. I kiss him one final time, before I put on my clothes and prepare to get back to my little brother and his friends. I introduce Mark, but apparently Luke has seen us. I hope he didn’t see too much of my night, but I cannot change it. After an awkward conversation I guide Mark back downstairs. ‘Are you alright’ Mark asks. ‘Yeah, it’s fine. I guess it is the whole situation of this night. Just a little much, my brother will be fine, but of course he is shocked now.’ Mark and I enter the cruising area again, but this time chose a private room. We talk for hours. At one point he admits to me, that he wanted to test me and force the real me out of my overthinking self. That’s why he guided me into the room with the bench, it is called ‘the biohazard’, it is a room solely designed for bareback sex, but especially a save space for poz guys to fuck. I look at him and understand the implication: most of the guys, who have fucked me tonight are either poz, unknown or just into bareback sex. For a moment I thought anger would take over, but instead my cock became hard again and within in seconds I sat on Mark’s lap, begging him to give me the final poz load of the night. After Mark finished inside me, we decided to call it a night and exchange numbers, both agreeing, that we don’t want to lose each other again. I meet up with the rest of Luke’s group, surprised they waited, but it’s a good sign, I think. As we walk to my car, I feel cum dripping out of my hole and slowly wetting my pants. The talk with my little brother tomorrow will be a very awkward one, and I guess I have to apologise for calling him a slutty twink.

Part 6 Doctor John and I are standing in the dungeon again, but this time fully clothed. We are looking at a magnificent wall painting, which shows a kind of poz family tree. All men of the toxic poz brotherhood are on that wall with their specific biohazard tattoos. The first time I was here, I didn’t notice this wall, but I guess I was occupied. Jamie is finishing the final pieces and then takes a step back, so that Doctor John and I can take a closer look. It is amazing to see my name on that wall and below it the year 2025 with my unique biohazard tattoo beside it. My eyes follow the branch to Doctor John, who got the toxic gift in the year 2003, to Liam with a surprising 1996 below his name. But that’s not the end of the branch, two more names are written above Liam: Greg Warren - 1993 Jonathan Blade – 1987 ‘You know, all started with John, we are all carrying his strain in us. It is unbelievable to know, that we are all connected through his toxic loads given to five willing men in the 90s’ ‘How many are there of us?’ ‘You are number 237, but all this here is the history that came before you.’ ‘And it’s a history I will never forget… but, let’s start with your history, I really want to know how you got pozzed’ Jamie looked at Doctor John with a smile and left the dungeon to leaver us alone. ‘Have a seat Mike, it is quite the story…’ It was the summer of 2003, and I was a 22-year-old skinny twink with a big cock, as you know. Truth be told I was a nerd, not very experienced and not the slut I am today. I interned at a hospital at the pathology department as I want to be a forensic pathologist and work with the police. My supervisor was an absolute asshole, who didn’t like me very much. But he had a wonderful colleague, and he changed my life… this was Liam. One day Liam offered to take me along to an autopsy in a police case. My supervisor happy to be rid of me agreed and we headed to a completely different wing of the hospital, of course in the cellar. Liam would be carrying out the autopsy and I would observe. There were two assistants and two police men, and one of them looked like a fucking movie star. His shirt and pants almost ripping, because of his muscular frame and that ass… still get horny, just thinking about it. But to get on, Liam did his work, but there were some conflicting evidence, so we had to work until late into the evening. Close to midnight he sent his assistants home, and the police has left as well. I offered to help finish up, he gladly accepted. Another hour later we finished, but we needed to shower, because all the chemicals left a strong smell on us. We went to a changing room with a single shower, which was right next to the autopsy room. I offered to wait, so that Liam could go first, but he just said we could share. We are adults after all. And that’s when the fun began. Liam stripped completely naked with a confidence only a man with a model figure could have, I saw a tattoo on his cock but couldn't really figure out what it was. He stepped into the shower, his very hairy chest getting even sexier when wet, but the shower was already tight for him alone. I slowly got out of my clothes, my cock hard as a rock. I turned around quickly, so that Liam wouldn’t notice but then I felt a hand on my shoulders. He turned me around, took my hand from my cock and admired my smooth, thin body. Without a word he kneeled and started to suck my cock. His tongue moving from my cock’s head down the shaft to my balls. I felt precum leaking out of my cock, but Liam cleaned it all away. He stood up and pulled my body to his, our cocks touching, his massive between us. We kissed, and I tasted my own cum on his lips. We moved to the shower, the water hitting us hard. He pressed me against the wall with all his body, the weight just feeling amazing. He kept kissing me but something in me wanted more. I broke the kiss and started to kiss his body, first his neck, then his chest, his nipples, his stomach and finally the space about his cock. As I reached his cock, I saw the biohazard tattoo but had no idea what it meant. Without asking I took his cock in my mouth, starting to suck him off. He thrusted against me, but my head banged against the wall, so he put his hands on my head, not only to keep pushing me towards his cock, but also keeping my head from hitting the wall. It felt like I sucked him for an eternity. As he pulled me up to envelope me in another kiss, we heard a cough behind us, and there stood the hot police officer. Liam greeted him with a nod, and turned us around, so that he stood behind me and I was facing the police officer. I heart Liam turn off the shower, his spit now hitting my hole and without warning his cock pushed against my entrance, I was too shocked to open up, but then the police man stepped forward and gave me a longing kiss. This relaxed me, and Liam entered me immediately. He started to increase his rhythm and pressure, so that I had his whole cock in my ass within seconds. While Liam fucked me, the police officer broke our kiss, stepped back and began to get undressed. I almost couldn’t breathe watching this beautiful man get naked in front of me. His body was ridiculously powerful, not fat, just pure muscle and a very thick cock. As my eyes gazed upon his body, I noticed a similar biohazard tattoo to Liam’s, on his right hip. The police man stepped forward, taking my head and forcing it to his cock. Now, I was being fucked by both guys in both of my holes. Liam’s cock started pulsating inside me, I didn’t understand at the time, what that meant. He started to pull me closer to him and let out a loud moan, as he told me, that he is now going to give me his toxic seed. The police officer encouraged him, calling me a neg twink faggot, in need to be pozzed. This was the first time I realised what was happening, and I came immediately, handsfree on the floor. Liam felt my excitement, and with a final thrust filled my hole with his toxic cum. With my cum on the floor and Liam’s inside me, I thought this was over but then the police officer stepped behind me and pushed his cock in my cum creamed hole. I moaned loudly as he was way bigger in girth then Liam, …yes, I know, but it’s true. He was more violent and rougher than Liam, and I had difficulties to remain standing. Liam stepped in front of me and gave me a deep kiss, also I could steady myself on his naked body. The police officer gave a primal and deep grunt, before his toxic load filled my hole. His cock slipped out, and I felt the openness of my hole clearly. He bent over and gave my hole a final lick, before walking past me and getting dressed. Liam and I were still pressed together as the police man left the room. We looked at each other, kissed us again and then went for the real shower. Three months later and a few more hook-ups with Liam I tested poz, becoming a member of this beautiful brotherhood. Doctor John ended his story, while my hard cock was pressing against my jeans. ‘Did you ever find out, who that police man was’? ‘Oh, of course’ Doctor John smiled ‘You see that name over there… Eric, the first guy Liam ever gifted the gift to, he is the police officer.’ I look at the name and see so much more names below it, he at least gifted one guy per year, since 2001. Doctor John seems to grasp my thinking. ‘Mike you just got pozzed, so don’t rush it, but at the right time you will be expanding our branch too. Don’t forget, you are a gift giver now.’

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

The living room of the fraternity house looked like every other college weekend at 3 a.m. in 1995—half-emptied beer bottles on the battered coffee table, a cassette boombox humming out Dokken, and the lingering scent of cheap pizza and even cheaper cologne. Most of the party had bled away into the night. The keg had wheezed its last sigh an hour before, and the stragglers wandered off in pairs or stumbling groups. Now the noise of the house settled around the three guys that remained. Tyler perched on the arm of the couch, shoulders tucked in like he was ready to dodge the next joke at his expense. He was wiry and boyish, still with the faint nervous energy of someone who hadn’t quite grown into his sturdy body. Mason and Brent had no such issues. Both were broad-shouldered athletes—wannabe college football bros with backward caps, tank tops, and enough drunken confidence to drown a small town. They sprawled across the floor like they owned the space, which, for the night at least, they did. “Alright, Ty,” Mason said, flicking a bottle cap at him. “Truth or dare?” They had been playing the game for a while as the party died down. Their fellow attendees may have left, but their night owl energy had not. Tyler hesitated, the way he always did, which only made Brent snort. “Dude, don’t think so hard,” Brent said. “It’s truth or dare, not a final exam.” Tyler flushed, swallowing a smile. “Fine. Dare.” Mason grinned like a wolf. “Yes. Finally. A dare.” Brent sat up, eyes lighting with the mischievous cruelty that frat boys mistake for bonding. They whispered between themselves, laughing too loudly—mostly at the idea that Tyler would actually go along with anything they cooked up. They weren’t mean, not really. Just drunk, stupid, twenty-year-old jocks who didn’t understand the power they had over someone gentler. Tyler braced himself. Before Mason could deliver the dare, the boombox suddenly cut to a loud burst of static, as the poorly put-together mixtape wasn’t recorded over properly, loud enough to make the boys jump. Brent slapped the side of it, but the brief noise seemed to ripple out the window it was perched next to. A moment later, there was a knock at the front door. A soft, polite knock—like someone apologizing just for showing up. The three froze. “Who the hell…?” Brent muttered. Mason staggered up and opened the door. Standing on the porch was Walter, their next-door neighbor. He lived in the old duplex beside the frat house, a place far too quiet for the chaos produced every weekend. Walter’s age showed in the deep lines across his gaunt face and the hollow curve of his cheeks. His balding hair was an uneven blend of salt-and-pepper, and his eyes had that tired kindness of someone who’d weathered more than most talked about. He wore a faded cardigan over a threadbare shirt, and he held his hands clasped awkwardly in front of him. “Evenin’, boys,” he said softly. “Sorry to bother you so late. I know weekends get lively, but, uh… the noise carries. I can’t sleep much these days as it is.” There was no accusation in his tone. Just apology—like he was the one disturbing something. Mason looked at Brent. Brent looked at Tyler. Drunk logic kicked in. “Aww, Walter!” Mason said, slinging an arm around the older man far too familiarly. “C’mon in, man. We’re just hanging out.” Walter froze, eyes wide behind his smudged glasses. “Oh—I didn’t mean to intrude. I only wanted to ask—” “Dude, chill,” Brent said, grabbing a fourth beer from the table and pressing it into Walter’s hands. “You can hang. We’re playing truth or dare.” Tyler gave Walter a small, apologetic smile—someone finally matching the older man’s quiet energy. “You don’t have to play,” he said gently. “But you can sit with us if you want.” Walter hesitated… then nodded, humbled, grateful in a way that tightened something in his throat. “That’s very kind of you boys.” He took a seat on the old recliner in the corner, careful with his posture, like he didn’t want to take up space. He sipped his beer slowly, both hands around the bottle, watching the three younger men with a soft, almost wistful expression—as though being included in something rowdy and stupid made him feel young for the first time in years. Tyler sat back down on the couch arm. Mason cracked his knuckles dramatically. “Alright, Ty,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Now where were we?” Brent grinned. “The dare.” Walter watched them—quiet, reserved, a tired smile on his face—happy just to witness their youth from the edges. The game resumed with the loose, chaotic momentum that only the truly drunk could maintain. Empty bottles rolled across the carpet as the three boys pushed each other into louder laughter, wilder dares, and more reckless honesty. Tyler finally completed Mason’s dare—running a victory lap around the living room wearing a random jockstrap over his face someone had left on the floor while finishing off a leftoverbeer that didn’t taste completely like beer. Brent almost fell off the couch laughing, and even Walter chuckled quietly in his corner. The older man blended into the room in an odd way—still reserved, still tucked into the recliner as if it belonged to someone else, but watching with a gentle fondness. Like the chaos reminded him of a different decade. Another round of truth or dare came and went. More dares. More teasing aimed at Tyler that never crossed the line into cruelty, just the kind of dumb pressure young men used instead of affection. At some point—maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because the hour made everything feel strangely intimate—Brent looked over at Walter with a sudden spark. “Hey,” he said, pointing with the neck of his bottle. “Walter should go a round.” Mason’s face lit up. “Dude, yes. Old-school edition.” Tyler blinked. “Are you guys sure? Let him chill.” But Walter held up a hand, smiling faintly. “I don’t mind. I haven’t played a silly game like this in… well, longer than you’ve all been alive.” Brent clapped. “Alright then. Walter, truth or dare?” Walter adjusted his glasses, eyes twinkling with a kind of shy amusement. “I think I’ll take truth. I’m too old for dares.” “Truth works,” Mason said, leaning forward with the eager curiosity of someone who had no filter. There was a beat of silence—long enough for Tyler to feel his stomach tighten. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his friends. It was just… drunk frat boys asking an older neighbor personal questions felt like it could go sideways fast. But Mason surprised him. He asked with no malice. No edge. Just blunt, earnest, twenty-year-old curiosity. “So, uh… Walter? People say you’re gay. Is that actually true?” He shrugged. “Not trying to be weird. Just—truth is truth, right?” Brent nodded. “Yeah, dude, like—no judgment. Just heard stuff.” Tyler gave Walter a reassuring look, worried he’d feel cornered. But Walter didn’t flinch. He answered as casually as if it were a dinner conversation. “Yes,” he said softly. “I am.” The boys didn’t react with shock or discomfort—only interest. Mason nodded like he’d just had a trivia question confirmed. Brent took another drink. Tyler smiled, relieved. “Thanks for being honest, man.” Walter chuckled. “Well… you did ask.” The room settled—not tense, not awkward, but strangely warm. The kind of acceptance that came effortlessly to kids who weren’t as jaded by the world as they thought they were. Mason slapped his knee. “Hell yeah. Alright. Walter’s in the game now.” The game rolled on. By now, the three boys were completely at ease with Walter, occasionally shouting encouragement or teasing him gently as he nursed his beer. The music had drifted to some mellow rock that didn’t spark much interest, and the air smelled faintly of booze and leftover pizza. Eventually the round circled back to Walter. “Alright, Walter,” Mason said, grinning like he’d just hit a jackpot. “Truth or dare?” “Truth, please,” Walter said with a small smile. He had settled into this late-night chaos more than anyone could have expected—quietly enjoying the strange rowdiness. Mason leaned forward, mischievous but harmless, and asked, “Okay… serious question. Gays hook up all the time, right? When was the last time you… you know… got laid?” Walter tilted his head slightly, as if measuring how much to reveal, then gave a faint shrug. “It’s been… a long while. I haven’t been physical with another man in several years,” he said quietly. “AIDS has… made things difficult for me.” For a brief moment, the air in the room grew awkward. Tyler’s hand paused mid-reach for a beer, and even Brent’s laughter caught in his throat. Mason’s grin faltered a bit at the unexpected candidness, but he gave a nod of understanding. “Ah… gotcha,” Mason said, giving a small shrug and leaning back. “Yeah… I can see that.” Walter sipped his beer, looking down at the bottle for a second before meeting their eyes again. “But it’s okay,” he added, his tone casual. “Life goes on.” Tyler smiled, a little warm relief in his chest. “Yeah… life goes on,” he echoed. And then, to break the melancholy mood wafting around, Mason shook his head and laughed. “Alright, enough serious stuff! Let’s get back to the game.” The rounds went on. The dares getting more lewd, and the truths revealing vulgar secrets. It got revealed that Mason got blown by his cousin once, Brent has a kink for pregnant women, Walter can cum from having his toes licked, and Tyler used to have a crush on his high school math teacher, who was seen as a mean cat lady. The guys had a big laugh at that. The dares made the guys either grope each other, eat something gross lying around the house floor left over by the partygoers, or prank call a sex hotline. Then it was Mason's turn again. “Tyler, truth or dare?” “Dare, I guess,” Tyler said, becoming more bold as the night went on. He was getting accustomed to being frequently targeted by his friends. “Strip and play the rest of the game naked!” Mason grinned, barely containing his laughter. Tyler rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. He knew one of them would do something like this to embarrass him, especially with Walter in the room, someone he wasn’t too familiar with. But it was admittedly better than backwash beer. “Dammit, Mason…” Tyler conceded and reluctantly began to strip off his clothes, revealing a swimmer’s build of smooth creamy skin. His flaccid dick dangling back and forth as his briefs came off. Mason and Brent laughed now that Tyler was exposed and blushing. “Damn, Ty, didn’t know you had such a juicy ass.” Brent teased. Walter tried not to stare. He thought the young man had a gorgeous body and hadn’t expected to be getting a skin show under the circumstances. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious with the stark contrast of his own beaten-down physique. “Uncut and average size. Just like I thought. Nothing to write home about.” Mason commented as if feeling confident with himself. Tyler sat back down naked and indignant. But his turn came around again, and he shot at Mason. He picked dare, wondering how Tyler was going to get back at him. “I dare you to strip naked for the rest of the game.” Tyler challenged, but his comeback was quickly shot down. “EEERR!” Mason made a mock buzzer sound. “Can’t throw someone else’s dare back at them! That’s a penalty!” He chuckled. “What’s the penalty?” Tyler didn’t recall any specific rules; it seemed as if they were just going with the flow until now. “Uh…” Mason, in his drunken stupor, tried to think of something funny and harsh for a penalty. “I don’t fuckn know… give Walter a lap dance or whatever.” Walter’s eyes widened as the other boys looked between Tyler and him. Brent held back laughter as he encouraged them. “Go on, Ty, I’m sure old Walter here won’t mind.” Brent mumbled, holding back laughter, and gestured for him to get on with it. “Fine, real quick.” Tyler stumbled over to Walter and was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Are you cool with this? They can be dicks sometimes.” Tyler whispered almost apologetically. “I’m fine with it. I haven’t had a lap dance before.” Walter agreed, trying to keep himself composed in front of the beautiful naked boy getting close to him. Tyler had a disapproving expression as he clumsily shook his hips in front of Walter. He was no professional at all, and he came off as ridiculous rather than graceful. Mason and Brent cheered at the display, reveling in the scene. Walter, on the other hand, was starting to get heated. Despite Tyler’s half-assed attempt at a lap dance. The sight of him in the buff and inches away was more than enough to awaken his manhood. His pants started straining against his groaning boner. “My…” Walter stammered a bit. “You boys are a wild bunch.” When Tyler concluded his amateur dance, he stumbled on the ground next to Walter. Mason and Brent clapped to congratulate his follow-through. But the tent in Walter’s pants didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself there, Walter.” Brent pointed at the tent in his pants. Walter blushed and tried to readjust it but it only became more noticeable. “Well, can you blame me? I haven’t had excitement like this in years.” “Well, it looks like you have something else stuffed in there. That can’t all be just your dick.” Brent skeptically accused. “No… It’s all natural. It’s more length than girth anyway.” Walter tried being modest, but he could easily hide the evidence. “Well, it’s my turn, and Walter, truth or dare?” Brent responded. Walter suspected Brent might ask more personal questions, so he picked “Dare…” to hopefully do something funny and take his mind off his erection. “I dare you to whip out your dick and show Tyler how effective his booty shaking was.” Brent challenged. Walter was hesitant at first, but the alcohol gave him the courage to proceed with the dare. He leaned back and undid his belt. The three boys were staring out of morbid curiosity more than anything. Then with a smooth slide, his pants, underwear, and socks came off and were flung to the side. Leaving him naked from the waist down. There he held up his tall rod of meat. It was at least 8 inches at this point, and it wasn’t even fully erect. Walter grimaced as he presented something he was sure a group of straight boys wouldn’t be interested in. Some gasps were heard as the mature dick was put on display. “Damn, Walter! You’re packing!” Mason exclaimed, impressed. “It’s probably better you’re gay; you’d ruin any chick’s pussy with that, ha ha. Thanks for making me feel inadequate.” Brent laughed and took another swig of beer. Tyler didn’t comment. He was sure he was going to get a barrage of heat from the guys for getting an old gay guy that hard. “Your turn, Fabio.” Brent, with a newfound respect, passed the torch to Walter. “Uh, I can’t think of anything at the moment… pass.” Walter being too flustered to come up with anything while his hard-on was at full display.” “Okay then…” Tyler tried to take his turn, but Mason cut him off. “Nope, you skip a turn; you still have a penalty. My turn.” Mason thought for a moment, then a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Tyler, I dare you to sit on Walter’s lap.” “Oooh wack!” Brent laughed. “Come on guys really?” Tyler tried protesting, but they weren’t letting up. “Do it, pussy!” They both chimed, not sure if he would. “Walter, you don’t mind, right? You cool with Tyler using your lap for a seat?” Mason raised his eyebrows with a cheeky grin, his question clearly rhetorical. “If that’s the dare, then I guess that’s fine with me.” Walter said. Trying to hide his mixture of apprehension and excitement. He was surprised to see how brazen Brent and Mason were. But he figured the booze was causing them to act stupid. Tyler moved over to Walter with a look of embarrassment; he was getting a little annoyed with his friends singling him out. He hovered his bare ass over the older man’s lap with the increasing wood, then lowered. He nestled down, and Walter’s cock positioned under his ass poked out from between his legs. “Damn, look, the old man is definitely full mast now. Look how much there is peeking past Tyler’s nuts.” Brent amused. Both Brent and Mason scooted closer to get a better look at their friend sitting on an older gay man’s lap. “How you doing, Walt? You good?” Mason asked. “Yeah, I have no complaints.” Walter barely could contain his arousal. The game was escalating, and he had no idea what the boys would do next. “Okay I did it dude. Am I done?” Tyler asked as his face went red. He thought he looked ridiculous at that moment. “Just a moment, Ty. Raise your ass up. Looks like you’re crushing his dick. Let’s see what it looks like at full mast.” Brent was lifting Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler raised up a bit, and Walter’s cock sprung up; it looked to be about 10 inches at this point. A long, veiny cock accompanied by two large balls with grey pubes. The head of his dick stopped at Tyler’s butt crack. “Ah look, the big fella found a home it wants to step into.” Brent mocked. “Shut up. That’s not funny.” Tyler felt his legs cramp a bit. “Well, I have my turn, and then your penalty is up. During the game, I dare you to sit on it.” Brent challenged. Immediately everyone had different reactions. Tyler was befuddled, Mason burst out laughing, and Walter’s eyes were wide with concern. “Go on, get it in,” Brent ordered. “I’m not doing that, man. That’s fucked up.” Tyler cringed. “Alright, if you want to pussy out…” “I’m not a pussy. It’s just, it’s a dick, dude.” Tyler complained in defiance. “Yup, you’re the first to pussy out. We’ll all know it from now on.” Brent antagonized. Tyler got pissed. A mixture of dumb pride and intoxication lead him to override any sense. “Fine, I’ll sit on the dick! But after this I’m getting you back.” Tyler positioned his ass and grabbed Walter’s cock, aiming it at his hole. The tip felt hot as it was already leaking. “Wait, not that I wouldn’t like it. But I do have AIDS, remember?” Walter interjected. The three guys winced a little and for a moment stalled. But that moment faded as their jock party energy made them persist with the stupid stunt. “Ah, it’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s gonna bounce on it.” Mason dismissed. “Yeah, you guys ain’t gonna be fuckn, so just don’t cum. I think it’ll be all good then.” Brent rationalized. “Uh… fuck it, just for a little. In and out. Then no more of this dumb shit.” Tyler tried to strengthen his resolve out of foolishness rather than bravery. He worked his ass down and tried to get the tip in. It wasn’t working well. The pre-cum smeared a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Walter spat in his hand and slicked Tyler’s hole and his cock. It started to give, and Tyler felt his ass open up. The tip was the hardest part. His sphincter stretched, and with time and persistence, he eventually made it penetrate past his ring. It hurt like hell, but after some more spit from Walter, his ass started to ease up. Mason and Brent watched in horror as their friend took an older guy's monster cock in him slowly. But it was taking too long. Brent was getting impatient, his party energy wanting to keep the momentum up. “Come on, get on with it!” And Brent shoved Tyler’s leg, causing him to slip. Tyler ended up lowering himself down on Walter’s cock fast, and several inches disappeared inside him. He felt it bottom out, and his body nearly went into shock. It was so much so fast that he could barely move. “Oh fuck!” He yelled as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Walter let out a moan as the young jock engulfed his cock. A feeling he hadn’t known in a long time, and especially not with someone as beautiful as Tyler. The warmth and tightness of his virgin ass kept him hard and throbbing. He could feel the end of Tyler’s rectum pressing against his head. They sat there for a moment, and eventually Tyler could catch his breath and calm down. Mason and Brent looked equal parts impressed and disgusted. “Far out, Ty. Taking it like a champ. Does this make you gay now?” Mason laughed. “Oh, fuck off, dude. You dared me, and I did it. Now I just need to slowly…” “Nope. You can’t get off!” Brent interrupted. “The dare was during the game. So for the rest of the game you have to play sitting on that.” “What?! You can’t expect me to…” “That is what he said. And rules are rules. Just sit and endure it. I’m sure we’re not gonna make you do anything too bad at this point. Like, I don’t think I can come up with much worse.” Mason assured him. “How are you doing there, Walt? You okay with college boy ass on your dick for a while?” “He can take his time with it. I’m fine like this.” Walter’s voice was wavering, but he tried to keep up a casual attitude even though his groin was in heaven at the moment. “Fuck, okay, fine, now it’s my turn!” Tyler asserted while gritting his teeth. He tried to focus past his drunken state and the large piece of meat rearranging his guts. “Brent, truth or dare?” Tyler finally asked. “Truth.” Brent chose with confidence. “Tell Mason what really happened to his car last summer.” Tyler smugly ordered. “What the hell is he talking about?” Mason asked, now getting serious. Brent and Mason started getting into a semi-heated conversation about past events involving his car. The two of them got into it while Tyler felt a little bit of just desserts. As they argued, the cock up Tyler's ass wasn’t showing any signs of softening. “How do gay guys do this?” Tyler muttered to Walter. “Well, they usually practice with something smaller, and it’s better if it’s actually thrusting. But that wouldn’t be wise.” Walter explained. “No, definitely no thrusting. I don’t want this to officially be fucking. I couldn’t live that down. And it feels like my guts are gunna pop.” Just then Tyler felt something inside him give. Like a part of his insides opened up, and Walter’s cock slid in a few more inches. Tyler’s ass met Walter’s balls. “Fuck, what was that?” Tyler grunted. “Oh… Don’t worry, that’s just my cock… penetrating your inner ring. I’m in your colon now.” Walter had a shakiness to his voice as if concerned or excited. Mason and Brent’s argument led them to yell at each other, and they ended up going in the next room. Tyler and Walter were left alone. “Fuck, while they’re arguing it out, I’m left sitting here. Sorry about all this, Walter; I guess this isn’t what you expected tonight.” Tyler attempted to be casual while enduring the penetration. “It’s definitely not the worst night I’ve had… Ugh… you know you don’t have to keep sitting on my cock… Ugh… you can get off if you want.” Walter’s voice was straining. Tyler’s ass felt too good even if he wasn’t moving around. “I want to get off. It still hurts, but I can’t, or else they’ll never stop ragging on me.” Tyler sounded a little pitiful. “Tell yah what. Let’s change positions so it hurts less, and…oh…I can regain composure.” Walter helped Tyler up without dislodging. It took some time and clumsy effort, but they managed to reposition so Tyler was now on his knees and the two were positioned doggy style. The new position did give some relief, and during the struggle to move around, Walter’s cock did soften a bit. But not by much. It was still deep in there. “God, this is embarrassing.” Tyler moaned. “How long do you think they’ll be arguing for?” Walter asked while admiring the sight of Tyler’s ass and toned back. “It’s a long story with the car. And they can be dramatic, so it might be a while.” “How are you feeling, young man? Does it still hurt?” “Yeah, it does. But I guess it’s more my pride at this point than anything. It actually feels weird. Kinda hard to describe.” “Usually men in my circles think it feels good.” “I don’t see how they can.” “Well, it’s only in you at the moment. It’s not stimulating your prostate.” “My what?” “Like this.” Walter pulled out slightly and thrust forward once in an angled motion. Tyler then felt an electric sensation in his ass that was very noticeable through the discomfort. “Wow, what was that?” “That’s what makes bottom sex feel good.” “But it was just one little jolt…” “Do you want me to thrust more?” “No. No, thank you. I don’t want to be fucked.” “How about this? I won’t move, but you can move your hips around if you want.” “Um…” Tyler thought for a moment. He didn’t want his friends to come back and find him wiggling his ass on Walter’s cock, but he was curious to feel that sensation again. So he thought just a few bounces would be alright. “Okay…” Tyler started to move his hips back against Walter. “Yeah, just go at your own pace, young man. Ahhh…” Walter let out a sigh as he tilted his head back and appreciated Tyler’s amateur efforts. Tyler starts feeling a strange but good sensation stimulating his insides. He bounced his ass on Walter’s large cock for about a minute or two. The anal play felt better than he thought it would. Despite it being an old guy's dick, Tyler was enjoying the feeling. Biology would trump preference, as his smooth, tight hole slicked up and down the rugged shaft. Then he stopped moving and let his head drop to the ground, catching his breath. Just that short amount of time was making him dizzy. “See? That wasn’t so bad. Y-your ass…did fine…” Walter’s words were trembling. “Sure… I guess, just don’t tell the others.” “My lips are sealed… Say, how about I take my turn?” “What?” “Truth or dare, Tyler?” “Oh! Good, dare; you can dare me to get off your cock.” “Actually…” Walter lifts up his right leg and brings his foot next to Tyler’s face. “… I dare you to lick my foot.” “What? Why?” “I thought it would be funny? Only for a little while.” “Um okay, kinda gross, but I guess that’s easy enough.” Tyler moved his face towards Walter’s foot, and Walter met him halfway. It smelled a little, but Tyler has done worse tonight, so he opened his mouth and began licking the sole and up to the toe gap. It had a salty, sweaty, almost cheesy taste. It wasn’t something he liked, but it was bearable. This was supposed to be for a laugh, but Walter wasn’t laughing. “Oooh…that’s it, keep going…” Walter moaned while supporting himself by holding onto Tyler's ass. As Tyler licked the old man’s dirty foot, he felt a swelling in his ass. Walter’s cock was getting harder. It quickly grew to the point it was pressing against his inner ring again. Walter felt it too, and almost on reflex, Walter jabbed forward and penetrated into Tyler’s colon again. “Ouch, what the—” Tyler’s minor pain cry was cut off by Walter sticking his toes in his mouth. “Just…suck my toes for a bit. Real quick.” As Tyler wrapped his lips around the toes, Walter felt the hot, wet moisture of the young man’s mouth. Walter’s body was starting to tremble. Didn’t he recall something about Walter’s feet in an earlier part of the game? Walter motioned his foot in Tyler’s mouth to signal him to start sucking, and as soon as Tyler started to suck, Walter started to grunt. “Oh, oh fuck!” Walter exclaimed as he started to give short, sharp thrusts, leaning his body forward. That’s right. Tyler remembered Walter cums from having his toes sucked. Wait, Walter had AIDS! “Ah!…AAH!” Tyler felt the pulsing as Walter’s cock shot spurt after spurt of poz cum deep into his intestines. He kept cuming while having his toes shoved his the boys mouth. His eyes wide as he realized what this dirty old man was injecting into his guts. Walter’s pent-up orgasm eventually subsided. He pulled his foot away and sighed in relief. “Ahhhh…. That was good….” “Dude, what the hell was that?” Tyler trembled, having difficulty processing just how dire his situation was. But before he could get any answers, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Brent and Mason were on their way back. Walter grabbed Tyler around his torso and pulled him up as he sat back down. They hastily resumed their previous position with Tyler’s ass slamming down on Walter’s cock. A jolt of pain shot through Tyler’s body as the position change made the cock thrust sharply inside him. There was a new warm pressure inside him. Walter’s orgasm ended up depositing a lot, to the point Tyler could feel it slosh inside. “We’ll talk about that later.” Mason grumbled. The two of them came back in the room after a heated argument that cooled down, cool enough for them to put their frustrations aside and rejoin their friend. Both their moods were brought down a bit, and their taste for crazy shenanigans soured. “So, uh, we’re gonna call it a night. You can stop that now, Ty. Sorry for making you do that…” Brent apologized. He and Mason were being civil but not looking directly at each other. Tyler didn’t want to get off. Well, he did, but he was worried that if he did, then the sheer quantity of semen discharged inside him would spill out in front of his friends. He would never live down that embarrassment or the implication of what that meant. He had to think of an excuse. “Uh, y-yeah, I will, but my legs are hella cramping; I gotta wait a minute before getting up. You guys can go on without me. I’ll be alright.” Tyler’s words stammered slightly. The bloated sensation inside him caused by the older man he was on top of was ever visceral. Brent and Mason would normally ask more questions, but they were just too annoyed with each other to care at the moment as they made their way to the door. “Alright man, later.” Brent dismissed with a clear exhaustion before leaving. “Nice chillin with you, Walt, I guess.” Mason added halfheartedly, and he was gone too. Tyler and Walter were alone again. This time for good. He wanted off of Walter. He wanted his dick out of him. But attempting to stand up caused his legs to cramp up for real. His ass only raised an inch before he came back down, and the soreness of his guts was really apparent. “Wow there, young man, just relax.” Walter held onto Tyler’s hips. “Don’t get up so fast; you’ll hurt yourself.” “Walter, I need to get off, but my ass and legs are killing me.” Walter grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and slowly helped him move. “Let’s get you on your back. You need to get off your feet.” Walter reassured. “Ouch, fuck, your dick still hurts when I move.” Tyler grunted during the attempt. “Then let’s not pull out yet.” Walter proceeded to slowly turn Tyler around on his lap and guide him down on the floor. The older man lifted the boy's legs and placed them over his shoulder and gently massaged his calves. “There we go. Once your ass stops hurting, I can take it out.” Walter said while rubbing the smooth white legs on his shoulders. “It would be easier if your dick wasn’t so hard…” Tyler whined. “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I’m still more virile than I thought. And you are really tight, like a vise grip. Do your friends usually make you do things like this?” “Not like… this… But they can take their pranks too far sometimes. Shit, this hurts.” “You just need to relax. It will stop hurting, and I can pull out if you relax. Your whole body has been tense.” “Kinda hard to do that at the moment.” Walter thought for a moment. His eyes wandered to Tyler’s feet resting on either side of his head, and then he had an idea. “I know how to help you relax.” Walter grabbed a smooth, soft foot and started licking it. “Woah, dude, what are you doing?” Tyler protested. The wet sensation on his soles felt strange yet warm. “Don't worry, usually when I do this to men, they really like it, or at least it relaxes them.” Walter continued to lick Tyler's feet. “Uh…okay.” Tyler was skeptical, but he was willing to try anything to ease up his body so this ordeal can be done with. As the rough older man ran his tongue up and down Tyler’s feet, the warm wet sensation was completely new and foreign to him. It has a tingling sensation, not quite like a tickle, but it was sending light signals up his legs and to his dick. It strangely started to feel good. “Wow, Walter, that’s some strange technique.” “Mmm, you taste wonderful.” Walter moaned. “I guess that’s a good thing?” “It is.” Walter continued the foot service. After a moment Tyler was starting to enjoy the treatment; he could even feel his body relaxing. The cock inside him, while still lengthy and hard, wasn’t hurting as much. “Hey Walter, I think that did the trick. Maybe you should pull out?” “Wait, can I have just a moment longer? Just a minute?” Walter started to suck on Tyler’s toes, his moaning getting louder. “I…” Tyler wanted to refuse, but the sensation of the mouth on his toes was causing his dick to twitch. He was getting hard. As Walter indulged, his dick started to twitch inside him. It was growing with that same familiar hardness as before. He knew what was about to happen and tried to speak up, but Walter’s mouth work was mesmerizing. “Walter, your dick…” Walter let out a grunt as he sucked on Tyler’s toes. His hips jabbed forward a few times as his cock spasmed again and shot another load inside. “Oh fuck!” Tyler moaned as he felt the cock deposit another load of tainted seed. Walter let go of Tyler’s feet and let out a satisfied sigh. His dick finally began to soften up, and he slowly pulled out. Tyler’s hole had a small gape to it, but nothing spilled out. Walter seemed satisfied, but there was a bit of remorse for nutting in the boy twice. He got up and sat on the couch right above Tyler, who was still lying down in disbelief. He looked down at the boy’s hard-on and realized he hadn’t gotten off yet. Without a word he raised a foot and placed it on Tyler’s shaft, rubbing it up and down. “Walter, what are you doin?” Tyler looked on in awe. Walter didn’t respond; he just continued his footwork on Tyler’s dick. Tyler would normally move away, but his pent-up energy and the skillful strokes from Walter froze him in place. He had never received a foot job before, nor did he ever consider experimenting with this fetish, but now he was receiving one from this middle-aged guy, and his dick was responding with enthusiasm. “Oh god…” Tyler moaned as he was mesmerized by Walter’s foot on his cock that was now oozing pre. Walter raised his other foot and was now gripping Tyler’s cock between both soles, stroking him up and down. Tyler’s orgasm was building, and his hips were meeting Walter’s movement. like a wave washing over him Tyler’s orgasm shot out furiously. The cum gushing between Walter’s toes. Tyler gasped and was trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe that he came because of some old guy’s feet. He was a mix of emotions. He was trembling a little but mostly tried his best not to think about the foot job or the hazard of what was left behind inside his body. The two of them slowly got dressed in awkward silence. Walter put on his socks and shoes without cleaning his feet. Tyler walked him out. Before departing, Walter turned. “Hey, how about you and I get together soon? There’s an AIDS support group I’m with. Well, not exactly an official support group, but a group of old queens that like to get together. It’s an older group, but I’m sure they’d love to see a number like you.” Walter offered while patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t think that’s really my thing.” Tyler tried his best to be polite, his tone meek and dismissive. “Well, I could come by again and check up on you.” “No! No, I’ll come to your group. Just, I don’t need this getting around.” Tyler pleaded. “Great. I’ll write down the details of when the next meeting is. It’s at the old hospice facility across town. There are a few in our group that have gone downhill, so we like to cheer them up. I’m sure they’ll get a hoot out of hearing exactly what made you cum. Well then, I guess I’ll see you around.” Tyler stood in the doorway as Walter returned home. After all the booze, it was hard to believe that the events of the night actually transpired. The only evidence that it actually happened was the lingering soreness between his ass cheeks and the gurgling sounds of his intestines absorbing the harmful sludge left over by a very lucky old man.

Last night I was bored and texted a friend if he wanted to play. He was busy but his friend was looking. So he had him text me. We met by a shopping center back parking lot. I jumped in his mini van and got two loads from him. I thought we were done and he drove me to his friends house called him to jump in and got another load in his driveway. Then drove back to my car to drive home dripping

Hey guys, thanks for all the love for my story, but I decided Part 6 will be the last chapter. I started a few times on Part 7, but it all seemed just repetitive. I will continue to write a few more stories, maybe continuing the arch of Mike, Jamie or Patrick.... or with a set of completely new characters. Until then... keep on chasing and gifting.

Part 5 I stand in front of the mirror and still can’t believe the big biohazard tattoo between my shoulders is real. Jamie, the tattoo artist was wonderful, he talked to me for hours and created the perfect reminder of my journey to become poz. The tattoo combines the colour change of Doctor John, the red thorn branch of Patrick and the golden circle in the centre for Liam. I knew that Liam had some gold in his tattoo but couldn’t remember it fully. Lucky me, Jamie knew Liam’s tattoo very well and helped me to incorporate all my gift givers in the design. I was looking at my back and noticed that the tattoo has almost healed completely on the surface, after three weeks it looked magnificent. While I was admiring the artistry my doorbell rang. Without putting a shirt on I walked to the door, only dressed in my grey sweatpants. It was another delivery, but I haven’t ordered anything. ‘Hello Mike, this is from Doctor John, wear it tomorrow night… it is important. I will see you there’ The delivery man handed me the package and turned around to leave, I didn’t know what just happened. ‘Hey’ I called after him ‘What does this mean?’ He turned around, lifted his right shirt sleeve and revealed a beautiful biohazard tattoo ‘You will see, bye’ And off he went, leaving me puzzled and with a now yearning cock in the open door. I open the package and find two white leather wristbands inside. One has my name on it, Mike B. Chase, while the other carries the full name of John Hunter aka Doctor John. Under the wristbands is a note from him: Wear these tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at 8pm, be ready. J I am confused as fuck, but I never disobeyed Doctor John, so tomorrow night something special is going to happen. Doctor John parks the car in front of a gay night club I know very well but never visited on a Tuesday as it is their closing day. Doctor John steps out of the car and I follow suit; he grabs me by the neck and gives me a kiss on the cheek. We stand in front of the door, and everything looks dark, I don’t think it’s open. With a small nod to me and a quick look at the two wristbands I’m wearing, Doctor John knocks on the door, which is opened by a very handsome nude man. He greets Doctor John with a tight hug and then looks to me. ‘Show me your ticket’ the handsome man says. ‘I… I don’t have a ticket’ ‘Yes, you do’ Doctor John interrupts ‘show him your tattoo’ I take my shirt off and show my back tattoo, without another word the man steps aside to let me in. As I look back at him, I see on his shoulder a scorpion tattoo with a biohazard symbol on the scorpion’s stinger. We enter the club, but the bar is only dimly lit, and no one is there. ‘We need to get undressed here; you are only allowed to wear your wristbands and shoes.’ I strip naked and Doctor John guides me down the stairs, where I start to hear people talk and some seem to moan. I instinctively turned to enter the darkroom, but Doctor John takes me by the hand and guides me to another door, I always assumed was for staff. He walks ahead and as I follow him, I see what lies behind this door. We enter a sex dungeon, but which is larger than any other dungeon or darkroom I have ever seen. It even has its own bar, but that is not the thing catching my eyes. At least a hundred men are in this place and almost half of them are fucking right in the open. I see the delivery man from yesterday, who is spitroasted by two black guys. Liam, the silver haired doctor, is talking to the barman, while a twink, maybe in his early 20s is sucking him off. I think I am in heaven. Doctor John raises his hands, and the room starts to go silent, the fucking stops and all eyes are on us, or more precise on me. ‘Gentlemen today is a special day. We have a new brother under us and it’s his initiation. He decided to put his mark between his shoulders’ Doctor John turns me around to show the men my tattoo an appreciative murmur is going through the crowd. He turns to me ‘Mike this is your brotherhood now and it is time for you to join us irrevocably. You cannot refuse any of us, or you would refuse us all.’ He addresses again the crowd of men ‘Brothers give him your toxic gifts’ Doctor John signals to two guys, who take me by the arms and guide me to a sling in the middle of the dungeon. They put me in it, my hands and feet are getting restraint, and I have no real way to move. They are finished with preparing me and I lie in the middle of this dungeon, completely naked, with hundreds of lusting eyes upon me, my hole ready for the taking. I look down at my rock-hard cock and see a man stepping forward, it is Doctor John. ‘I get top open you up for the others’ He positions himself and without spit or precum he thrusts his cock inside me. My hole shocked by the sensation, but familiar with the cock inside it opens instinctively. As he is fucking me, another man steps forward, and positions himself beside my head. With a firm hold he turns my head to the right, so that his cock can enter my mouth. I taste his toxic precum on my tongue, which I swallow with hunger. Doctor John is getting close to finish, as another man steps up and my head is turned to the left, a new poz cock inside my mouth. With a loud moan Doctor John shoots his toxic load inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my ass another cock is entering me. ‘Give him your toxic load Jamie, charge him up’ one of the men says and it takes me a moment to register the name. My tattoo artist is fucking me now with his poz cock and I moan in ecstasy, within minutes he shoots his load, my second one today. After him one of the black guys that spitroasted the delivery man is pushing his cock inside me and this one is hard to manage. The length of his cock is massive, and he hits deeper with every stroke. But he finishes rather quickly, and his toxic load fills my guts. While I have now two or three new men throat fucking me, another one positions himself at my hole, and this cock I recognise. It is Patrick, who I haven’t seen, but it feels amazing to know he is here amongst us. After that I lost count of the loads and cocks I have taken. I am exhausted, but happy. My hole feels bruised and open, cum is probably dripping out. I have no idea how many times I shot a load, but my stomach is full of cum, but not all of it from me. Suddenly, I feel someone losing the restraints and I open my eyes to see Liam and Doctor John getting ready to take me off the sling. As they put me on my legs, which are quite shaken, Liam turns to me. ‘You did great, what a perfect addition to our brotherhood, but you are not quite finished yet. Now the time has come for you to experience two toxic cocks at once, two toxic doctor’s cocks to be precise’ Liam takes me by the hand, Doctor John following closely. Both guide me to a mattress on the floor, Liam is lying himself on his back and orders me to ride his fully erect, pierced cock. I have some difficulties to get my legs to position rightly, but with some help from Doctor John I am placed perfectly on the cock of this silver daddy. I start to ride his cock, the energy coming back and then need to connect deeper with Liam, so bend forward and envelop him in a lustful kiss. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. Doctor John uses this position to kneel between Liam’s legs and behind my ass. With a slow but determined thrust he slides his cock in my stretched hole. ‘Fuck Mike, you are one of the few, who achieved this stage on their first night. Take our poz cocks, we will load you with our toxic cum for the final fuck tonight’ ‘Fuck me, you two stretch me to break ... come inside me, give me your poz loads.’ Doctor John is thrusting inside me, while Liam and I return to kissing. I can feel both of their cocks pulsating and cannot believe that they both might be gifting me their toxic cum at the same time. But that’s how it happens, both reach their climax simultaneously and I feel their toxic loads mixing inside me. No one wants to break this connection, but at one point Liam’s cock slips out of my hole, leaving Doctor John to be the last cock of the night. We get up, I’m still a little unsteady on my legs. The young twink, who sucked off Liam at the beginning of this wonderful night comes to me and takes my wristbands off. I look after him, but Doctor John puts his arm around my shoulder. ‘He is tallying the numbers now, let’s see if you can beat the high score.’ The boy comes back with both wristbands now marked with numbers. He hands them to Doctor John, and he starts to speak to the men there, as I realised that not one has left. ‘My wonderful toxic brothers, this was another great night for our brotherhood to come together and welcome a new member into our circle. Mike B. Chase is the 21st guy I have gifted the world of a poz life to, and he beat our reigning champion Patrick with one toxic load more.’ I take the two wristbands one has the number 21 on it and the other, the one with my name engraved on it shows 108. This is my official load count of this night. Thunderous applause comes from the group of men around me; they pat me on the back and whistled for my accomplishment. ‘I gladly lose my high score to you, Mike’ Patrick stepped out of the group and gave me tight hug with a loving kiss. I am overwhelmed and happy, this is my tribe now, those are my people. Now it’s time to live out my poz life to the fullest.

My last load was to one of my regular subs . He’s going out of town for thanksgiving but he wanted a couple of loads in his Pussy before he left . Of course I agreed to feed the hungry slut . He came over we had some drinks and kissed for a while and then hunger must’ve taken over the slut’s entire being because he started begging for dick endlessly so I let the faggot suck me only if he doesn’t come break eye contact with his Sir There is just something ,in me , that really enjoys watching my slut look up at me with tears running down his face , eyes pleading for mercy, but the bitch knows I will never give it . It’s invigorating . but then after skull fucking the slut for about 10 mins . I bred his wet pussy . I found out the whore had taken some loads before he met up with me , I figured so because his pussy was looser and wetter than usual ( and that fag dump pussy gets pretty wet ). But after pounding his pussy for about 45 mins I gave the faggot two loads . He was late for his flight because of his hunger for cum in his pussy . But it makes me proud to see my bitch becoming the true dump he was meant to be . Makes me proud to know this fucking slut will only ever think with his pussy , that his hunger for cum will always be a top priority. Beautiful thing to see in dump like that . I look forward to using that fag’s pussy again.

I'm a new-ish cumdump. I've been having group sex and taking loads at sex parties and bathhouses for many years, but never that many in a session. Maybe six in an evening at the most. I wanted to up my game and try something new, so I organized a pump and dump with me as the bottom. Being something of a geek, I Googled "how too host a pump and dump" and similar phrases. I've read every thread on the subject on Breeding Zone and Reddit, and listened to the Sniffies podcast on pump and dumps. I was anxious until I decided to go for it and post my ad on Sniffies. Overnight I became enthusiastic, excited, horny, and ready to bend over for anyone who requested. My event was in suburban New Jersey and lasted for seven hours. 14 men visited and dumped 18 loads in my ass. It was a LOT of fun and I found being an unabashed cumdump be both liberating and empowering. I've already written a date on my calendar for my next event and can't wait to do it again. During the event I learned a number of lessons. I thought I'd pass them along to you. Ignore or utilize as your discretion. 1. Skip the Blindfold -- It's inconvenient and in the way. Blindfolks make it hard to keep track of your poppers, phone, etc. The tops didn't seem to find it erotic or care whether I wore it. As I see it, the major advantage of a blindfold is for those who might otherwise shy away from some of the tops. For these bottoms a blindfold makes it easier to do a "no loads refused" event. It's overkill for those of us for whom appearance and body type are not issues. (I suppose the sensory aspect of not being able to see was fun, but only mindly so. I didn't miss it at when I ditched the blindfold halfway through the event.) 2. Don't bother advertising on BBRT. The site isn't quite dead, but it's dying. Maybe in a city you'd do okay. In the burbs it's pretty dead. A week-long ad resulted in one additional visitor to my event. In retrospect it wasn't worth it. I won't bother with it next time around. 3. Make sure your ad has a line about "no loiterers" - you're going to have them. Be polite but firm, and request they head on. Dangle the possibility of a private 1-on-1 with them the next week, even if you're not serious about it. I had two loiterers each of which spent 90-120 minutes with me and cost me precious "recruiting" time. I might have gotten a few more loads if they'd politely left when they were done. Saying they're recharging isn't an excuse to hang out for endless cuddling. 4. Cut and paste. Many of the guys who signed up for the party on Sniffies didn't see the room number in the event chat. I got a lot of messages from registered people asking for it. Having a cut/paste response saved me a lot of typing. It had the hotel name, room #, instructions to come right into the room, my current load count, and the like. Side note: for some reason my phone kept erasing the "paste material" in memory while I used Sniffies. I wound up writing it in my phone's Notes app and repeatedly copying it back into memory from that. 5 - Hand towels and wipes were appreciated by the tops. 6 - Expect multiple positions. Even though my ad said I'd be "face down, ass up", I spent little time in that position. The tops flipped me into every position imaginable. Expect them to do the same to you. If you truly want to do a limited set of positions, say so in your ad. (Personally, I loved telling me something was their favorite position. Then I made gave it my best effort to make it the best fuck they'd ever experienced.) 7 - Post status updates. On Sniffies I posted updates on how the party was going. I posted them both within the group chat, and in the general "area chat" function. I'd periodically update my load count. 3... 6... 10... 12... 15... and finally 18 (where the event finished). Guys were cheering me on in messages. And some came to the party specifically because they were so aroused at the increasing number and wanted to be a party of the fun. It was a great form of advertising, attracted a few more tops, and required little time and effort. Not to mention I like the cheers people messaged me. I'm an exhibitionist. I get extremely turned on by cheers from an audience. 8 - Expect to be fetishized -- reflect the thought. I'm 54 years old, short, balding, and dumpy looking. In my day-to-day life I get little sexual attention from gay men. Even on the apps I don't get a lot of attention. Some, but not much. Yet as soon as I started recruiting guys for my pump and dump, suddenly I attracted a status I haven't experienced in years -- that of sex symbol. Guys were messaging me asking me about my bottoming experiences, what's the most number of loads I'd ever taken, how many I expected to take that my group, etc. Some of these are guys were just getting off on dirty talk, but some were genuinely aroused by the idea of fucking a cumdump. And some of these guys came to my party and cheered me on. I was also surprised how many people complimented my body. Like so many gay men I have severe body issues and dislike how I look. I especially don't like my ass. A boyfriend 30 years and 60 lbs. ago told me I had a "poofy rear", a comment for which I never forgiven or forgotten. Imagine my surprise when tops started telling me about my "fat ass". I was mortified at first and said nothing even though he meant it as a compliment. By the time the fifth top was telling me how hot it was to fuck my fat ass, I realized I was being fetishized. What's a bottom cumdump to do? I listened for whatever phrases they were saying -- sometimes about me, sometimes about themselves, and I'd reflect it right back at them. "You like fucking that fat ass, don't you?" "Yeah, fuck that cummy hole. You have no idea how much cum you're dipping into." And in one case a top kept talking about his "thick Puerto Rican dick", so I began echoing that back. "Fuck that Puerto Rican dick of yours is thick! Fuck me harder!" I have my own thoughts and ideas that turn me on, but I didn't express them. By echoing theirs I caused the tops to get all the more excited and to blow their loads more quickly. Which means I can get on to the next top sooner. That's what a pump and dump is all about, isn't it? Quantity over quality. Echoing it helps. 9 - End a pump and dump when you still want more. In chemistry, a "limiting reagent" is the ingredient that is consumed first in a reaction. Once it's consumed the reaction comes to an end. In a pump and dump, this could be: - Tops - Time - Your body (either your ass tapping out, or becoming too hungry/thirsty/tired) - Losing the goodwill of the hotel (ie; being shut down) These are somewhat related. The more time you have, the more tops you can attract, and the more likely your body will reach its limit. In my case I feared my ass would give out on me, but I've done a fair bit of slutting it up at sex parties in NYC lately so I was hopeful I'd be fine. Sure enough, I was. When I finally left my ass was sore but still wanting more. What ultimately happened is I ran out of time. I had planned to close up at 8pm, but decided to go a bit longer (9:30) because I had a loiterer who was trying to recruit tops for me. Even if he had been successful (see #10 below), my body was rapidly wearing out. I hadn't eaten much before the event and I wasn't staying hydrated. I used Cialis which always makes my head spin. Also, my event expired on Sniffies which made it difficult to attract tops. It didn't help that someone posted another nearby Pump and Dump on Stiffies using almost identical text from my ad. (I hope the tops ripped him a new hole for it.) Anyway, it was time to go. I still wanted more, but was happy with how it turned out. That's a successful event in my book. 10 - Be wary of someone who tries to recruit additional tops at the last minute. Lots(!) of guys will want to watch other guys fucking you. If they want to bring a friend, great! Two guys who came to my event were occasional fuck buddies. They made out while I blew one and the other fucked me... often swapping roles with me always in the center. It was fun. What wasn't fun was one of the loiterers who pulled out his phone and went on Grindr to recruit nearby guys to come fuck me. The loiterer wasn't very attractive, and he started inviting anyone nearby to come fuck me. The guys had very little idea what was going on, weren't aware this had been a pump and dump, and often had wildly different agendas. Some were countering him with requests to be paid to drop by. Others were asking endless questions. The only person who showed up took one look at us and made a lame excuse about forgetting poppers in his car before leaving. I told the loiterer that he wouldn't be back. He disagreed as he believed the line about getting poppers. I told him to watch and see. Sure enough, a moment later there was the roar of a car and then he drove off. I figure he either didn't remotely like the way we looked, or he was thinking of robbing me and decided not to do so since there were two of us. After this fiasco I asked him not to recruit anyone else. I exempt experienced "Sherpas" who plan pump and dumps from this advice. I also exempt anyone who is recruiting a friend or playmate to drop by. But if someone is trying to recruit random strangers, it's not likely to end well and will probably waste your time and focus when you least want to waste them. ----- That's my ten points of advice. Sorry I write so much, but I wanted to repay the favor for the next geek who does research for his initial pump and dump. PS, That's a photo of my ass after the pump and dump. PPS, My next event will be Nov 14. If you're in New Jersey and want to drop by, let me know. :)

My last load was earlier this afternoon…I made a pit stop as I was heading to a business lunch meeting…that’s when I visited an ABS in Bordentown, NJ that I haven’t had much luck finding ass or cock at before, but I needed poppers and a new cock ring so I figured what the fuck…I’d pay the ten bucks and check out the video booths. As quickly as I got in a booth a youngish Latin guy joined me and had his hard cock out looking to either fuck some add or swap blowjobs. He had a nice thick 7 inches that were as hard as a steel bar and with a beautiful foreskin wrapping tightly around his dripping cockhead. His cock was a beautiful shade of caramel brown and I became fixated on working his foreskin as I stroked his smooth shaft, pulling and working it as I skinned his dripping cock and cradled his plump nuts. Before I knew it I was on my knees with his cock in my face and his hand on the back of my head guiding me as I lavished his cock with wet licks and soft kisses. I love the feel, taste, and smell of uncut dick and his tasted fantastic. I pulled his foreskin into my mouth to suck and chew on the slick, tangy, rubbery band of skin as I pulled it taught and back and forth over his fat mushroom head…suckling and chewing on his skin and fat head until he signaled that he needed my throat. I took him deep in one go, burying my nose in his tight curls and stretching my throat to take him all the way. I’m an experienced and talented cocksucker and so I had him panting after about 5 minutes and it wasn’t long before he was palming my skull as he rocked his hips to fuck and nutt down my throat. He shot a massive creamy load and he pumped it straight down my sucking gullet. I didn’t taste the first 6 or 7 rocketing jets of his thick nutt, but did pull back my head to receive the final 4 or 5 weaker spurts that filled my mouth with his creamy seed load. It dripped from the corners of my mouth and I lick my lips as I finally tasted his salty load. Needless to say I went to my business lunch meeting with a belly full of sperm and the taste of his come still in my mouth…and with some of his dried cum in the corners around my mouth and down my chin. Nobody noticed…or at least they didn’t say anything!

I do want to update my last statement. Earlier this week I was at a group play. Most of the men were totally not my type. I hope none of them see this. They were hot and fit and some of them hung and young. The oldest was probably 30. I was wearing my jock and noticed that not one of them got me hard. For some reason (luck I guess) I was the favored bottom and they all took turns fucking me. What I noticed was that I really just wanted them to use me to get off and nothing more. I didn’t really touch them or kiss them I just took it and when it was over I left. I think my preference is for older, heavier or sickly looking men. When they fuck me I want it to last and I savor the gift they give me. I guess I am evolving on this topic. I do sometimes have a preference

Back home, the days blurred into a monotonous routine—work, errands, quiet evenings alone in the house that still echoed with memories of my late husband. But Karl lingered in every corner of my mind, his touch a ghost on my skin, his voice a whisper in my ear. I missed him fiercely, the ache settling deep in my chest like a bruise that wouldn't fade. We bridged the distance with daily video calls, our faces lighting up screens across the ocean. 'God, I need to feel you again,' he'd say, his eyes dark with hunger, describing in hushed tones how he'd pin me down and fuck me slow, his cock grinding deep until I begged. I'd stroke myself for him, matching his rhythm on camera, our moans syncing despite the lag. 'Soon,' I'd promise, cum spilling over my fist as he unloaded on his end, both of us panting, connected in that raw, digital intimacy. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas popped up sporadically in my inbox—quick texts checking in, sharing laughs about old times. Mostly clean, friendly banter, but every so often, a flash of heat: Jax reminiscing about how my ass clenched around his shaft during that wild night, Tomas teasing about the way I'd sucked him dry while Lukas watched. It stirred memories, made my cock twitch, but it was Karl who owned my desires, his absence the loudest. Exactly 34 days after his last thick load had flooded my ass in that airport washroom, I dragged myself home from work, bone-tired in a way that went beyond the usual grind. My body felt heavy, off-kilter, like I'd run a marathon in my sleep. By bedtime, the fever hit hard—skin burning, chills rattling my teeth, aches throbbing in every muscle. Night sweats soaked the sheets, leaving me shivering and drenched. I knew it instantly, deep in my gut: seroconversion. My body was fighting, accepting the virus, that 'love bug' Karl and I had whispered about in our most vulnerable moments. Curled under the covers, I prayed it was his—his unmedicated seed taking root, binding us eternally. 'Let it be you,' I murmured into the dark, tears mixing with sweat on my pillow. It took four agonizing days to claw my way back—fever breaking, strength returning in fits and starts. I hauled myself to the clinic for testing, the sterile air doing nothing to calm the storm inside. Eight days after the symptoms started, my phone rang mid-afternoon: the clinic, summoning me for the evening results. My heart hammered as I sat in the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Thoughts flooded me—Karl's intense gaze locking with mine as he thrust deep, his cock pulsing, unloading rope after rope of his viral cum into my willing hole. The memory hit like lightning; my dick hardened instantly, straining against my pants, tenting obscenely to the left. I shifted, but it only made it worse, the fabric rubbing the sensitive head until pre-cum leaked, darkening the front. When my name was called, I stood, erection bobbing visibly as I walked the hallway, every eye in the room flicking toward the bulge. Let them stare, I thought, a defiant thrill surging through me. In the office, the cute male nurse—lean, with sharp features and a knowing glint—handed over the envelope, his gaze dropping briefly to my crotch. He winked, smirking as he said, 'Congrats... or whatever this is for you.' I snatched the papers, pulse roaring: HIV positive. All STIs negative. A raw, animalistic sexual energy ignited along my spine, electric and primal, making my balls tighten and my cock throb harder. This was it—confirmation of the change, the mark of passion's price, and I felt alive, potent, desired in a way that bordered on feral. I bolted home, hands shaking as I dialed Karl on video. His face appeared, concern etching his brow until I held up the results, voice breaking. 'It's positive. I'm seroconverted.' His eyes widened, then softened with a mix of relief and fierce love. 'Fuck... is it mine?' he breathed, leaning closer to the screen. 'I hope so. God, I hope your body's carrying me now, my load making you mine forever.' Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded, the infinity necklace he'd given me—warm against my chest—suddenly heavier, a symbol come alive. 'It's you, Karl. I feel it. Your cum, your love, flowing through me.' The call turned heated fast, emotion fueling the fire. 'Show me,' he demanded, voice husky. I stripped, cock springing free, rock-hard and leaking. He did the same, his thick shaft already rigid, veins pulsing. We synced up, hands flying over our lengths, eyes never leaving each other. 'Remember how I fucked you that last time?' he growled, stroking faster. 'Bent over, my face in your hair, slamming in deep—no resistance, just your ass swallowing me whole.' I moaned, thumb circling my slit. 'Yes, filling me with your seed. Now it's part of me, changing me.' He groaned, pre-cum beading at his tip. 'Jerk that positive cock for me. Shoot your first load knowing you're mine inside.' The words pushed me over—orgasm crashing through, cum erupting in thick arcs across my stomach, my body arching as I cried his name. He followed seconds later, ropes splattering his chest, our releases mirroring the bond we'd forged. We panted, whispering 'I love you's, the screen blurring with happy tears. The next days blurred with follow-ups—more bloodwork, an appointment with the infectious disease specialist. She laid it out straight: viral load at 986,000, CD4 count holding at 524. 'We can start ART right away,' she offered, sliding over the prescription. But I shook my head, mind already on the red-eye flight I'd booked. 'I'm heading to Munich tonight. Two weeks with my partner.' She nodded, understanding flickering in her eyes. 'Be safe. Come back after to start meds.' The plane touched down in Munich under a starry sky, exhaustion from the overnight flight melting away as I spotted Karl in arrivals. He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest, lips claiming mine in a kiss that tasted of homecoming and hunger. 'You're here,' he murmured, hand sliding down to grip my ass possessively. 'And you're mine—body and soul.' We tumbled into his apartment, clothes shedding in a frenzy. He pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, his mouth descending to lick and suck at my hole, tongue probing deep as if tasting his own essence still lingering. 'Gonna fuck you raw, every day for two weeks,' he promised, rising to align his cock. He entered me slow, savoring the slide, our eyes locked like that first emotional time. 'Feel me? This is us, forever now.' I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, moans spilling as he thrust with sensual rhythm—long, grinding strokes that hit every nerve. Sweat slicked our skin, bodies moving in perfect sync, his hands roaming, pinching nipples, gripping hips. 'Love you,' I gasped, clenching around him as pleasure built. He sped up, pounding harder, balls slapping wetly. 'Cum inside me again, Karl. Mark me more.' With a roar, he buried deep, flooding my ass with hot spurts, his release triggering mine—cock untouched, spurting between us. We collapsed, tangled and sated, his head on my chest, fingers tracing the necklace. 'No more distance,' he whispered. 'We'll figure it out—meds, moves, whatever. You're my heart.' I kissed his hair, peace settling over the passion. In his arms, the future felt possible, our love a virus that healed as much as it bound. Two weeks stretched ahead—endless nights of fucking, laughing, loving—proof that some connections transcended borders, risks, and even time. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ These stories are based on true events. Names remain the same as well. I have added erotica for buddies to imagine their own potential conversion and relieve a thick load in my name. I lost my husband in a ski accident. In the hospital last moments, his hand in my hand, I had promised him that I would take care of his parents until their death. I can still feel his grateful eyes falling into eternal sleep. He passed away holding my hand. My promise to him kept me going every day losing interest in everything except his memories and his parents. I was unable to move on however, Karl ignited the flame back inside me. I had his parents blessing had I chosen to be with Karl. My heart wanted to be with Karl but my logic stopped me from breaking my promise. Finally my promise won and I decided against anything long term with Karl since I couldn't move with him to Munich. Karl is a successful engineer in Munich and given his position, starting a new life in Canada was detrimental to his professional career. We met every year except two years of COVID. He stayed single waiting for me however, I encouraged him to find a partner. He now has a cute partner. Karl told him everything about me and his partner is quite understanding that he gave us the space whenever I visited Karl. His partner told me that he was knowingly and happily sharing Karl with me who was suppose to belong to me. I feel so much happy for Karl that he was having a loving, caring and understanding partner. Karl is now undetectable. He is getting married to his partner on 14 Feb 26 which is my birthday as well. I am one of his partner's groomsman (or Should I say bridesmaid). Jax is still single and on numerous occasions, have asked me bluntly to be his since I was moving on with Karl. Jax is very innocent. He would never understand what Karl and I had between us. He is a succesful financier and still on Munich/Berlin party circuit. He too is now undetectable. Tomas and Lukas are car mechanics and now a couple with a garage. However, they are in an open relation and enjoys a young ass between them either together or by themselves. That leaves me, still single, stuck between my love. my promise and my obligation towards him and my potential long term second love, Karl who I have let gone physically but have locked him deep inside my memories alongside my dead husband and his memories. While I am sure you will vicariously enjoy my beautiful conversion, I would like to end by saying we as a community have moved on from the outright discrimination and AIDS crisis and have rebound back with force. We still face discrimination even if it is subtle, non-acceptance and threats from outside the community. It is not the time to give up on the progress we have made as a community because the external threats are too powerful and dangerous. Hence ignorance is not bliss anymore. Learn and educate about HIV, STIs, ART, U=U, Prep, DoxyPep and please don't discriminate against someone's HIV status. A polite NO is enough to maintain dignity and respect. At the end of the day, Love has no gender. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The theme of the monthly meeting organized by Mark and Adam this time was Whose Husband is the Biggest Slut. The evening started with a two-hour competition, which targeted 3 couples. The couple's slut husband was tied to a sling with leather straps and the spouse's task was to get as many men as possible to breed the slut. Above each of the three slings was a digital display that showed the number of cum loads that had been released into the slut's hole. The slut in the first sling was Johan, a 62-year-old muscular silver fox. His husband, a few years younger, also muscular Kieran. He enticed the men to fuck the cheating daddy, who never refuses any load. In the middle sling was Ben, an overweight man of about 40. Ben's husband Thomas was clearly older, about 55, very thin and not looking healthy. Thomas advertised Ben's fat ass as a diseased hole that had seen everything. According to Thomas, Ben is always collecting bugs. Ben loves it when men fuck his bug filled hole. In the last sling was 20-year-old Jay with a swimmer's body. Her skinny and smooth nerdy boyfriend Jon was also 20. According to Jon, they had been together for 3 years and lived in a monogamous relationship. At Jay's request, they decided to open up their relationship and this is the first time Jay is going to be fucked. Jay is the top of the relationship, and now they both hope Jay will become a poz. Their hope is that Jay could later convert Jon. Mark and Adam already knew from experience that this arrangement makes men hot. But they had not imagined how hot. It quickly became clear that Jay's muscular swimmer's ass was the most willing hole for men to empty their balls. But practically all the men wanted to use their cocks in John and Ben's holes first before thrusting into Jay's unprotected hole. Jay heard countless times during the evening that he was a naughty boy who loves dirty cocks. For the entire two hours Jay's boyfriend was on his knees next to the sling and he greedily licked every cock that had emptied its balls into Jay's hole. When Mark and Adam announced after two hours that the game was over it was time to see the winners. Jay had collected a total of 68 loads, Ben 12 and Johan 8. After the game the evening and night continued normally, with lots of fucking and other socializing. Many people were interested in fucking Jon during the evening. It may be that Jon and Jay's dream of Jay converting Jon will not come true.

So my last load was this past Sunday at the Fair in East Elmhurst NY. For the past two weeks I have been on a roll and managed to get 17 guys to fuck me and 15 gave me loads. Five of those were complete anonymous glory hole loads. The last one though, number 15 at the Fair was insane. So this year I started really explore my spiritual journey and spirituality in general of all sorts and stumbled upon some demonic mediations on YouTube. I don’t know why, but when I do those, action usually follows. Not all the time but often enough to question if there is a connection. My last load was one of those moments. The place is really busy, but nothing really was vibing. I managed to snag a booth where the videos keep cutting out. So I’m getting bored and said screw it. I’ll do a meditation for sex, ad if nothing else, rub one out before I go home. So after starting on that it gets really hot so I cracked the door open to cool off and this hot 6’2” black dude pushed his way in. I didn’t see him at all prior to this btw. As soon he’s in and closes the door, he whips out a monster of a dick and instantly drop to my knees to blow him. Managed to suck him for minute and he pulls back and says I’m going to fuck you. I look up at him and says it again that he is going to fuck me so I’m like have at it. I lube him and myself up and take the position. For as big as he was he worked it in quickly and gently and let me get used to him inside me. Then he picks up the pace and went up to a solid pounding. At this point we are in complete darkness as the tv went out so it really heightened my senses. The poppers helped with the effect as well. Now he’s beyond my second ring and it hurts a little, but not in a bad way, and he picks up the pace again. He pulled as far back as he could with out pulling out, the slams it as far in as he can and did this 5 times in a row and started letting out that all to orgasm groan and floods me . Then he pulls out and I asked him why me? He simply stated that he just knew that he would be fucking and breeding someone, and with that he just walked out and left me ridiculously full .

Last load I gave was to a slut I am cool with . It had been a while since we last linked up but last night I was drinking and needed my dick worshipped so I called the bitch over . As always his pink pussy was wet and ready to receive me so I assume he was collecting loads earlier . Nasty bitch knows what I like . But he came over and I fed him a load in his throat and then his pink slut Pussy hole . Made some content and ended the night drinking and smoking . Can’t wait to see my bitch again .

Part 4 Two weeks have passed since I took my first raw toxic load from Doctor John. Now I’m standing again in the evening in front of his office, but this time it is different. I have been feeling unwell for the last couple of days and Doctor John immediately wanted to run the test. He showed an excitement I didn’t expect from him, but he wanted to be sure and run a thorough test through his laboratory. Half an our ago he received the results and wanted to see me. I enter the office, and Patrick is sitting behind the reception, he seems to be the only staff member left. He greets me with a tight hug, and I can feel his hard cock through his scrub pants. With a smile he points me towards one of the examination rooms, in which Doctor John is sitting behind a desk with two large monitors. ‘Mike, there you are, come in, have seat’ Doctor John’s voice sounds unexpectedly nervous. As I take my seat opposite him, Patrick has closed the door without me realising it. ‘How are you? Have you gotten your energy back?’ ‘Yes, today is the first day I’m almost as fit as I used to be’ ‘That’s great, especially as I have news for you’ he pauses for a moment, before he says ‘Mike, your test results came back, and I can confirm you have tested positive for HIV’ Doctor John looks at me intensely, this is the moment, which would show him, if I chased a fantasy or was really willing to receive his gift. But he didn’t need to worry, then as soon as he said those words a big smile spreads across my face. I start to laugh a little, as I didn’t expect it to happen so fast. ‘I’m poz’ I try to say those words out loud ‘I’m a poz man’ Doctor John nods approvingly and steps around the desk. He takes my hand and puts it above his penis, where his biohazard tattoo is covered by his pants. ‘This was the start and now it’s time to go full circle. It is your turn now, to give me your first official toxic load’ I stand up and we both kiss longingly, my hands grabbing his ass and pushing our bodies together. Doctor John breaks the kiss and steps back. Without a word he starts to undress in front of me until he stands completely naked. He bends over the desk and for the first time he is offering me his somewhat hairy ass. Fully clothed I kneel behind him and start to rim his hole, my tongue opening him slowly. A silent moan is leaving Doctor John’s throat. I already sense that he is not usually a bottom, this will be a tight fuck. I stand up to open my pants and take my cock out. I position myself behind him. ‘Mike remember you are a poz man now, this means no lube, just spit and your toxic precum are aloud to prepare me. Nothing must delude your seed.’ ‘So, you want my toxic cum?’ those words sound strange out of my mouth, but feel right. ‘Yes, give me your toxic load. Shoot your poz cum inside me’ I spit on his ass, then on my cock and finally I place the head of my cock on his hole. With slow thrusts his hole starts to open for me, and I notice the lust in his face. Then I remember how he fucked me the first time and I decided to follow suit, so with a forceful thrust I push again against his hole and this time my head slips in. Doctor John lets out a primal moan, which encourages me to go deeper and with a violent push I bury my cock deep inside him. My balls hit his ass, and I can feel how his hole and body are adjusting to my cock. Despite not being a regular bottom, he knows how to flex his hole to milk my cock. ‘How does my poz cock feel? You want more?’ I hear me saying ‘Give it to me, make me your first poz fuck. Plant your toxic seed deep in my guts’ I increase my thrusts, and we develop a very rough rhythm together, as Doctor John is forcefully pushing his ass on my cock. I feel my cock start to pulsate within Doctor John and we both know I am seconds away from shooting my first poz load. ‘It’s time Mike, give me your first toxic load, make me yours’ ‘Take it, take my poz seed and don’t you dare let one drop go to waste’ With those words I pull my cock almost out of his hole, just the head remaining inside, and then push with all the force I can muster back inside him. I come immediately and shoot my poz cum deep into Doctor John. It takes me 9 shoots to empty my toxic balls, and I collapse on the back of Doctor John, who has come hands free onto the floor. After a few moments we both stand up and look at each other. Doctor John takes me in a longing kiss, his hands around my face, mine on his lower back. He breaks the kiss and walks to his phone and calls Patrick to us. Patrick almost runs through the door and envelopes me in a tight hug, my cock hanging out of my still open pants and Doctor John standing relaxed behind his desk, still completely naked. ‘I almost gave it away, when you came in. You know, we are poz brothers now and this is our poz daddy’ Patrick pointing to Doctor John. ‘Oh, Patrick, we talked about this, don’t call me your poz daddy. I’m your gift giver, not you daddy’ We all laugh about Doctor Johns issue with the word daddy. Patrick takes a card out of his pocket and gives it to me. It is the card of a tattoo artist and without a word I give Patrick a thank you kiss. ‘He did both our tattoos’ Doctor John say ‘Every single one is slightly different, unique’ ‘What makes your two unique?’ Doctor John steps forwards, lets me take a closer look at his biohazard tattoo. ‘Mine has a slight colour change between black and red throughout…’ ‘And mine’ Patrick adds ‘has a red thorn branch framing it’ Patrick takes his scrub shirt off and I take a closer look. I understand that this isn’t only a simple tattoo, but art. It shows so much more than just status, it shows character, it shows history, it shows a conscious decision to become a poz man and carry it with pride. I put the card away and the three of us get ready to leave the office. As we step outside into the night it dawns on me, for the first time I am breathing fresh air as a poz man.

Part 3 It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m lying on my couch swiping through the apps again. It is the first day I won’t be meeting Doctor John as he is out of town this afternoon. We have been fucking for five days straight now, but it is still too early to know if the gift has been received properly. My new profile picture has changed the types of men, who contact me completely. Some regulars have blocked me and others I considered out of my reach are applauding my new bug chasing lifestyle. Also, a lot of blank profiles have been messaging me, sending me photos of their biohazard tattoos and encouraging me to get one, when I have earned it. One message is puzzling me; it shows another headless torso with a colourful biohazard tattoo on the man’s chest. But that’s not the tattoo catching my eye, it is the tattoo of a feather on the man’s left wrist. I know this tattoo; I definitely have seen it before but just cannot figure out to whom it belongs to. I decided to write to him and ask directly if I knew him. ‘Hi PozLoader, how are you? Your tattoos are great. But I must ask, do you know me? I seem to recognise your feather tattoo.’ The headless torso profile is typing. ‘Yes, you know me and I know you, Mike. I also know that the cock your sucking in the picture is the one of Doctor John… my gift giver.’ I read those last three words again ‘my gift giver’, so Doctor John has converted others before me. Of course he has, he never questioned my desire for his poz loads, a desire he apparently has seen in men’s eyes before me. My cock is standing for attention and is almost bursting through my boxers. I need to know more. A new message arrives from PozLoader with a single picture in it. It shows Doctor John fucking him in the same chair, he fucked me three days earlier and as I see the blissful face recognition kicks in. ‘Oh wow, now I remember you, you are his nurse. What was your name Patrick, right?’ ‘Well, I didn’t think you would ever remember as you could look me barely in the eyes, when I tested your cock and ass. But I guess now, you will look at me differently.’ As I was writing my response a message from Doctor John aka HazardlyGifted arrives. Without finishing my answer to Patrick, I open the message and see the short demand ‘Tonight, 9 pm, my office’. My cock is twitching in excitement as my evening suddenly became interesting. I went back to the chat with Patrick, but he has gone offline and my answer feels unnecessary, so I closed the app. Stroking my cock and dreaming of yet another fuck with Doctor John, I wank my self into an afternoon nap. I’m standing in front of Doctor John’s office; there is no light anywhere. I pull the door open and enter the empty reception. Slowly, I make my way through the waiting room to the different consultation rooms. But all of them are either locked or empty. As I wonder if I’m alone a voice calls out for me, but it’s not Doctor John. ‘Mike we are back here’ I follow the voice but have never been in this part of the building as a sign ‘Staff only’ prohibits to enter. I push through that door and see light in one of the rooms at the end of a corridor. I head towards it and wonder what will await me behind it and who has called me. As I walked down the corridor, I realised that the voice was talking about ‘we’, which could only mean I would not be meeting Doctor John alone. I reach the lighted office, open the door and enter slowly. In the room are Doctor John, Patrick and a man I don’t know. All of them naked, all of them wearing a metal cock ring and all of them proudly carrying a biohazard tattoo on their skin. All of them gazing at me with predatory lust. ‘Mike come in and close the door’ Doctor John demands in his usual rough voice. ‘Today, we will have a little help to make sure you receive the gift you grave.’ Doctor John introduces me to the unknown man, whose name is Liam. Apparently, Liam is another doctor, who was also the original gift giver of Doctor John. Despite my apparent arousal I connect the dots and understand, that Doctor John, Patrick and Liam are not only all poz, but also that they share the same origin. Before me is a brotherhood of poz men, who are willing to invite me in. I understand the importance of this meeting, so I take my time to take it all in. Despite Doctor John’s ripped body taking centre stage, Patrick and Liam are impressive men on their own. Patrick has the body of a swimmer, I guess he is not much older than me, perhaps even a bit younger, there is no hair on his body, and I can only imagine how muscular his ass is. Liam on the other hand is older than the rest of us, probably in his early 50s. But he looks hot, the silver daddy fantasy becomes a reality with this man. His piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper body hair remind me of a husky ready to attack, but I’m not sure I can handle his weapon. Liam’s cock is even bigger than Doctor John’s and not only in length, but girth as well. His biohazard tattoo is right there, on this magnificent cock, which is crowned with a Prince Albert piercing. I swallow hard. ‘Come’ Liam breaks the silence ‘have a seat’ For the first time I take in the room and a large couch is behind the three naked men. As I want to step forward, Doctor John shakes his head and I understand. I take my clothes off and with a precum dripping hard on I walk over to the couch, feeling Liam's hand on my lower back to guide me. I sit between Liam and Patrick, with Liam's hand firmly on my thigh. ‘So, tell me Mike are you really willing to take our toxic poz cum?’ Liam asks with a smile ‘Yes, I am. I want your poz loads deep inside me’ I keep my eyes on Liam, while my hand is slowly wandering to Patrick’s cock. ‘Good’ Liam answers as he pats my face. His hand wanders to my neck and with a determined grip he guides my head to his impressive cock. As I take his pierced cock into my mouth, I shift my body, so that I kneel before Liam, but my ass is presented and ready for Patrick. Liam starts to push my head down more forcefully, while Patrick has started to rim my ass. The sensation of having those two beautiful poz men frame me is exhilarating and my precum is already leaking onto the couch. Liam grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, the domination unquestionable. He looks at me in the eyes and kisses me with force. After he stops the kiss, his gaze wanders to Patrick giving him permission to open me up. Patrick’s cock is positioned at my wet hole, but he has not pushed himself inside me yet. I feel the warm of his poz cock and some precum against my hole and push my ass back to signal my eagerness for him to finally fill me up. He repositions himself slightly, takes some of my leaked precum of the couch and lubes his cock with it. With a slow thrust the head of his poz cock is entering me easily. I moan loudly as Liam leaves his place, Doctor John takes it instead and positions himself in front of me. Within seconds Doctor John’s cock is fucking my mouth forcefully and I have difficulties to take it all in. Patrick increases his rhythm and thrusts deeper inside, his cock stretching my hole slowly. My mind wanders to the image of two poz men fucking me simultaneously, this mental image drives me over the edge, and I shoot my first load onto the couch. But Patrick and Doctor John don’t even react, they just keep spit roasting me until Patrick shoots his toxic load inside me. ‘This is you first poz cum tonight, Mike.’ Patrick says, ‘It won’t be your last’ Patrick’s cock slides out of my hole and Doctor John is already changing places with Patrick so that he can add his poz load to today's collection. But he decides to switch positions all together and pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs with his body and thrusting his cock inside me missionary style. My body reacts to Doctor John’s cock immediately, the familiarity establishing another kind of sex. As he pushes deeper inside me and I grab his ass to pull him closer, the silver ring of Liam’s cock comes into my vision. I open my mouth and the metal hits my tongue a second time, but this time my throat is prepared, with a slight tilt of my head to the left Liam manages to push almost half of his cock into my mouth, apparently I still have a long way to go, before I will be able to take it completely. I feel Liam’s toxic precum hitting my throat and lick every little drop with insatiable hunger. In the meantime, Doctor John has thrust himself close to shooting his poz load inside me. ‘Mike, this load is just for you. Remember to keep every drop, don’t lose my gift’ Doctor John shoots his toxic load explosively and it takes him almost 30 seconds until his last drop enters my hole. ‘Well, now that you are prepared it’s time for the big finish’ I hear the voice of Liam close to my ear ‘Let’s hope you will be a member of our toxic brotherhood after that’ Liam takes my hand and guides me to a standing position. He takes a seat in the middle of the couch and signals to me to take a seat on top of him. His intimidating cock already waiting to be enveloped. I stand above Liam and slowly lower myself down onto his lap and cock. The moment his Prince Albert piercing hits my hole I know, this will be different. ‘Are you ready to take the original poz load, the one that converted your gift giver?’ ‘Oh, yeah, please let me have your toxic cum. I want it deep inside me’ ‘Your wish is my command’ Liam grabs my hips to steady me and guide me to his cock. But when the piercing passes through my first ring he tightens his grip and pushes me onto him hard. I moan in a mixture of ecstasy, pain and surprise. I lose all control and come again, this time on the chest of Liam. This cock is another ball game, Doctor John is big, but this one is massive. I feel how my body tries to accommodate the new poz guest and after a few breaths my hole stretches enough that the thrusting becomes pleasurable. I start to ride Liam and with increased rhythm I notice that his cock is starting to pulsate. I know this already from Doctor John’s cock, the sure sign of an oncoming climax. Liam grabs my hips hard, while I ride his poz pierced cock and with a loud moan he shoots his poz load deep inside me. ‘Take every toxic drop. Mike, take the gift’ Liam collapses, but his cock remains inside me. I kiss him instinctively and he pulls me towards him. Suddenly, I feel Doctor John and Patrick sitting next to us, framing Liam and me. ‘Well, now I have taken several toxic loads from Doctor John and one from each of you. I guess it is time, I started looking for a tattoo artist’ We laugh, as we are sitting there, four naked, sex-crazed men, two with biohazard tattoos on full display, one with his buried deep and me, being hopefully at the beginning of my poz journey.

Part 2 I wake up in my bed the next morning and immediately my thoughts go back to the evening with Doctor John. My morning wood becomes even harder, that it almost hurts, but before I can jerk myself off my phone vibrates. It's a message from HazardlyGifted, my cock reacting immediately to that surprise and the first precum is dripping down. I open the message and there is only a video without any text. Eagerly I push the start button and I am greeted by the face of Doctor John. In his deep voice he tells me that this video should be a reminder of the gift he's given me. The camera slowly leaves his face and goes down his incredible body, staying on his hairy chest for a short moment before it follows the trail down to his cock and shining biohazard tattoo. In the video Doctor John is fucking someone, who is bend in front of him and the camera focusses on his big cock as it slights in and out of the bottoms hole. Suddenly, the zoom becomes wider and I am shocked to see half of my face in lust and ecstasy. He filmed us? But when, how did I not notice? Those thoughts forgotten quickly as I see myself in a state of complete surrender and happiness. Doctor John brings the camera back to his face and looks directly into it, when he say: 'I will make sure you receive this gift' I'm a so overstimulated that I come hands free, the load hitting my chest and stomach, but also my phone. As I lay there shocked by the cum mess I made, my door bell rings. Without thinking clearly, I put my boxers back on and walk to the door. Greeted by a delivery man with a puzzled look, I sign quickly and say goodbye. He gives me another strange look and then leaves. The package doesn't interest me at the moment, so I put it down and look at the mirror in the hallway. No surprise he looked perplexed, my cum is all over my hairy chest and body, also my boxers are wet in the front with cum. Well, he got quite an image then. My phone vibrates again and a new message from Doctor John arrives. 'Be here in one hour, don't be late' I look at the coordinates he send me and it will take me 15 minutes to get there, so enough time to prepare for whatever he has planned for me. I shower and rinse the cum off my body, as I realise that his toxic seed never has left my hole, still somewhere deep inside me. Immediately hard again, I don't give into the temptation and keep my load for the meeting with Doctor John. I park my car at an abandoned industrial office complex and walk around aimlessly. The vibration of my phone indicates a new message: 'Fifth Floor, Room 208'. I follow the instructions and as I put my hand on the door to room 208 my excitement is almost unbearable. I open the door and what I see takes my breath away. Doctor John is standing in the middle of the room, only dressed with an open lab coat and black leather boots. His cock is framed by a metal cock ring, his biohazard tattoo shining in the morning sun and next to him is a gynaecological chair with the leg rests already in place. Without a word I take my clothes off and take my place in the chair. My hole exposed to the steady gaze of Doctor John. He kneels before me and without spit or lube he starts to massage my hole. He increases the pressure more and more, his fingertips starting to enter me. He is rougher this time and his fingers are more scratching than pushing. Despite, the dryness my hole starts to open up and he pushes more fingers inside me. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my hole and his rimming techniques are unparalleled. His tongue gets deeper and deeper inside me, wetting my hole for the next step. I try to focus my eyes on the ceiling as I hardly can see what Doctor John is doing to me. But as I turn my head slightly to the left I see his phone, recording the whole scene and my arousal goes through the roof. Doctor John notices the change in me and rises from his kneeling position to look at me. I should feel vulnerable to be exposed this completely to this imitating man, but I do not. I love the attention and hungry, predatory gaze of Doctor John. He understands my desires instinctively and goes to the counter to grab his phone, puts it on a shelf opposite the chair, making me the star of this video. Then he decided to lose the lab coat and comes back to the chair completely naked with his hard rock cock pointing straight at me. He positions himself at my hole and with a small nod, but no further warning he fully pushes his poz cock inside, the raw connection heavenly. I moan in lust and my hole starts to envelope his big cock immediately, my body graved this more than I expected. 'Fuck! Fuck me, give me another poz load. Give me your gift' I tell him breathlessly. 'Will you take every last drop of my toxic cum? Will you be a good boy and carry my load as long as it needs to do its job?' 'Yes, I will, I am your good boy. I am a good patient to you.' Doctor John laughs mischievously 'Well, a good patient you have never been, but I make sure you are a good boy.' He increases his speed and forcefulness, hitting my prostate every single time. The chair has opened me up in a way I never could have imagined, so that his poz cock reaches deeper than expected. I feel the warm of his toxic precum dripping inside me, while the cold of the metal cock ring is giving my hole a different sensation outside. He pushes even harder and the whole chair starts to shakes, the room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat. I feel his cock pulsating and know it will only be a few more thrust until his poz load will fill me up the second time. He forces himself even deeper and with a final, violent thrust his toxic load fills me up. It takes him 9 shoots, before all of his poz cum is inside me, his ass in my hands the whole time and his body pressed against mine, without space for air. He collapses again on top of me, but this time we are face to face and a deep kiss finishes this second gift giving. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me. After a few minutes we finally leave the chair and both our hairy chests are full of my cum, apparently I shot a load while he was in his post climax bliss on top of me. 'Mike that was great, but now we have to make sure the gift is taking hold of you. Take this plug and keep my toxic seed inside you as long as possible' I manage to put the plug in place with ease, as it is smaller than Doctor John's cock. But I have still one fantasy I need to fulfil today. I got to my pants and take out my phone. 'I need one more picture Doctor John, then we are finished' I kneel before him, take Doctor John's cock in my mouth, which becomes instantly hard again, and angle the phone. I press the button and see how my phone captures my face, sucking a cock with a biohazard tattoo in full view. I stand up and Doctor John looks at me quizzically. 'What do you want with that?' he asks. 'This will be my new profile pic on the apps, no headless torso any more. It's time to be out and proud about my bug chasing desires' I change my pics and Doctor John smiles at me. 'That's great, but now finish me off, you cannot leave a poz cock this hard behind. Get on your knees ...'

I can't wait to see how he develops into a BB whore, soon his gf will be a distance memory as his mind if overtaken with lust and hunger for men and their delicious cocks.

Good boy!!…love when a cock-hungry bottom begins to sniff and lick my armpits. Tells me that my boy needs his daddy…

Most overstate the risk. HIV is not an easy transmission.

it brings back a weird memory from a darkroom with me. I had been fucked and bred 8 times and by that time my sexual senses were off the planet. I decided I had had more than my share, locked myself in a cubicle and took care of myself I was sooo horny. But I would never have come in front of my tops.

My poz cock. But on meds… (sorry to all the chasers)

Martin and Nick walked through the halls of the bathhouse, casually glancing at the other young men roaming about, with all only wearing white towels around their waists. Nick was very comfortable as they strolled about, but Martin found himself more excited and nervous, as it was his first time in a bath house. Martin nearly stopped in his track when he saw Diego walk by. Diego was about 6 ft 2, 150 pounds, nicely tanned and toned just the way Martin favored. Diego gave a slight smile as he passed; and Martin pretended not to be staring all the while. Martin also tried not to stare at the conspicuous bulge underneath Diego's towel that nobody could have missed. "Stay away from him," Nick whispered just as they passed each other. "Why? He's hot!" Martin tried hard to whisper in return. "Eh .. I dunno, but he's 'HIV'" Nick explained. "Ohh .. damn. really? That's a shame. He's soo hot," Martin replied turning back once again hoping to get another glimpse of his new object of desire. Nick was annoyed, " NO, seriously. Don't even talk to him. Somehow, he ends up fucking every guy that approaches him. It ain't worth it." Martin pretended to nod, but was now annoyed at Nick. The guy could probably use a friend, Martin reasoned. Martin also imagined Nick was jealous. They just broke up two weeks ago, and Nick was always trying to cock-block Martin. It was funny that Nick was the one to call it off. Nick had a few extra pounds, and everyone always wondered why Martin was with him. Despite a few hot guys about here and there, Martin found himself secretly hoping he'd bump into Diego again. And Nick was becoming increasingly pesky, Martin decided. About a half hour later, Martin nearly stopped in place once again when he spotted Diego at the opposite side of a dark lounge area. Martin hoped Nick wouldn't notice, and fortunately Nick was fixated on some other guy in the area. Diego spotted Martin and grinned slightly, while making a head nod towards the bathroom door. Diego then entered the men's room, and it was obvious he wanted Martin to follow. "I need to go to the bathroom," Martin told Nick. "I'll be back in a few." Nick barely noticed Martin's departure as he gawked at the guy he was thinking about approaching. Martin had never been so nervous .. sneaking off to see a guy, let along a guy with HIV. He felt oddly compelled, though, to meet Diego. As Martin entered the bathroom, Diego was just finishing up at the urinal. Diego turned once he heard the door, and couldn't help but to turn just enough to give his visitor a brief glimpse of the huge cock that dangled in front of him as he shook it a couple of times. Martin felt embarrassed and short for words. He felt short in other areas now having glanced at the large cock now still bulging under Diego's now-wrapped waist. "Hey, follow me, we can talk more privately here," Diego said as he went towards the "staff only" door in the corner of the men's room, " it's okay, my friend manages the place. We can hang out here." Martin didn't know why, but he found himself immediately obeying his new-found friend into the "staff only" area which turned out to be a small supply closet. Diego locked the door as Martin entered and assured him, "You look nervous. I just want a private place to talk to get to know you. Here, have a seat on a bucket." Martin laughed nervously, but felt more at ease now. He tried not to glance at the bulge under Diego's towel. They both sat and faced each other on their respective buckets. "It's kinda hot in here," Diego said, "I hope you don't mind if i take this off .. besides you kinda saw the only thing I'm hiding here anyways." Diego removed his towel, folded it up, and sat down on his now padded bucket, while his huge dick rested about half way down his thigh. "Oh, sure .. I don't mind," Martin said as he swallowed a bit nervously, "you're really hot." Martin had never been so shy around a guy before, even though he had only dated a few guys since coming out. Was it the HIV status or the mammoth penis that was in front of him that made him tongue-tied? "Thanks, you're hot yourself," Diego replied. "Are you from the area?" "Silver Lake," Martin answered, "on the edge of Hollywood. Are you from here?" "Yeah, West Hollywood," Diego continued, "born and raised here." "I feel so tiny compared to you," Martin said thinking about his slighter body frame, and then realized the double-meaning behind what he said. "You're perfect," Diego complimented "and you're looking quite big down there actually." Martin realized he couldn't hide his erection very well now, despite being much smaller than Diego's soft cock. "Oh .. um" he chuckled. "Sorry .. I just never saw a cock as big as yours and all, and this just kinda happened," and he laughed nervously to himself. He found it difficult to make eye contact as he brought up the question weighing on his mind, "So .. is it true .. you have HIV?" Diego was prepared for the question and said, "Yeah, I'm poz. But don't worry this thing isn't going to just wake up and crawl up your butt without your permission." Martin looked up from his feet and laughed a little, "Is it true you've fucked a lot of guys?" Diego knew his reputation preceded him, "Yeah, I've fucked a lot of guys." "Did they know you were poz?" Martin asked. "Yeah, I always tell them," said Diego. "Wow, and they still want to get fucked?" Martin asked, in disbelief. "Yeah .. I guess lots of them like a big cock; and never had one before. A few of them might be chasers," Diego explained. "Chasers?" Martin asked inquisitively. "Yeah .. bug chasers. People that are turned on by guys with HIV. I've met a few. Something about the risk of getting pozzed while they get fucked gets them turned on. For them, it's the best fuck they ever have," Diego elaborated. "Wow. I never heard of that. I can see people wanting your cock, though," Martin said now staring fully at it; and feeling incredibly turned on. Martin found himself contemplating having the big cock in front of him enter him, and felt his cock throbbing at the thought of it. It's a risk, Martin thought to himself. But this guy is so hot, and his cock is perfect, Martin kept thinking. "You're kinda shy," Diego said, "lemme make this easy for you." Diego stood up directly in front of Martin and brushed his big soft cock against Martin's face. Martin instinctively opened up and wrapped his mouth about the tip and slowly started sucking on it while it came to life and quickly hardened. "Damn, you're good," Diego said after gasping for a moment .."Very good. Suck that cock." Martin could barely get half-way down the long thick cock in front of him, but expertly sucked and licked as much as he could. He couldn't believe he was sucking on a poz cock, but was so turned on by the huge dick, he didn't care anymore. Martin reached down and pulled his cock out from his towel and stroked it as he sucked on Diego's big cock. Diego moaned and asked, "You want that big cock up your ass?" Martin stopped sucking for a moment and was nervous again, "Ummm .. I dunno. Let me just suck on it some more for now" and Martin went back to giving head. Moments later, both were startled by a knock at the door. "Martin , it's Nick. I know you're in there! C'mon man, you better not be with Diego." Martin felt a sense of panic, like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Diego was annoyed, "Go away. We're busy." Nick was agitated, "Oh my god, Martin are you in there? Don't let that poz guy fuck you!" Diego grabbed Martin by the back of the head and aimed his cock at Martin's mouth. Martin now felt unusually turned on by the heated exchange and resumed sucking on Diego's cock as best as he could. A few moments later, Nick pounded on the door again, "Martin, come out! Come out now!" Martin and Diego ignored Nick. Moreover, Martin now felt compelled to let Diego have his ass. Martin stopped sucking, and got down on all fours. Diego immediately knew to take position, and spit onto his hand, applied it to his tip; and slowly started to enter Martin from behind. For the moment, Martin forget about Diego's HIV status. He just wanted to get back at Nick for being such a dick and he felt overwhelmed by letting his ass get fucked while his ex was on the other side of the door. Diego eased the first couple inches of himself into Martin; and Martin gasped and tried to stifle his moan. Diego continued to move into the tight smooth ass presented to him, while Martin clenched his jaw and tried to accommodate the massive cock making its entrance. The next few knocks on the door by Nick did nothing but heighten the excitement both Martin and Diego were feeling. Now that Diego was several small thrusts into Martin, he knew that there was no stopping him now. Emboldened by his success, he raised his voice and directed some remarks through the door, "Go away, man. I'm trying to fuck someone here." Nick was in shock and irate and pounded on the door, "Goddamnit Martin! Stop! Let me in. This is fucked up!" Martin had past the point of anxiety and pain; and had succumbed to the pleasure that was his ass getting filled up by big cock and felt increasingly defiant, "Fuck off, Nick! Go away!" Diego felt confirmed by Martin's words; and picked up his pace and eventually was fucking Marting with at least seven of this nine inches with deliberate jabs; that prompted a grunt with each push. Martin's voice was raised; and he abandoned his resolve to hide his vocal responses. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Martin blurted; as Diego plowed at his hole. "Martin! Please stop!!" Nick begged from the opposite side of the door. Both Diego and Martin were now incredibly turned on not just by the hot fuck they were having; but by the jealousy and rage of Nick's display. Diego made sure that everything he said was loud enough for Nick to hear. "You like that poz cock up your ass?" Diego elicited. "Yes! Fuck yes!" Martin nearly yelled. Nick pounded on the door a few more times, only encouraging more hardcore fucking. "That's right, take my big cock, you little whore!" Diego barked. "Oh .. my .. OH .. feels so good" Martin could barely sputter. Martin could barely think straight. He was as surprised as he was happy at how good such a massive cock could feel in his tight hole. He didn't imagine he could feel such pleasure. And he couldn't help but to think that a poz cock was inside him; and somehow it didn't matter anymore. In fact, it was great that his ex was hearing him get fucked by a hot guy with a huge cock; and he relished in the thought that a guy with hiv was now pounding his hole on top of that. "You want more poz cock?!" Diego asked. "YES!" Martin was nearly shouting, "More. Please fuck me more. MORE! MORE! MORE!" Nick was beyond pissed. He shouted through the door, "You're a fucking whore, Martin. You're gonna get AIDS and die, you fucking whore. I hope you enjoy your fuck!" And then Nick stormed off, but not before he could hear Martin's only response "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Diego picked up his pace and now as delivering all nine inches into Martin with deliberate and forceful strokes. "Oh shit!" Martin yelled, ".. feels ... so .. fucking .. good!" "Are you ready for my load?" Diego asked. Martin was nearing the edge of the most intense orgasm he felt building within him. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Martin yelled. Diego drilled relentlessly. Martin felt the huge cock get even bigger in his ass and knew a climax was near. "HERE IT COMES!!!" Diego exclaimed as he unloaded deep with Martin's ass. "OH FUCK!!!!" Martin cried as he felt his ass get slick and then jizzed all over the floor beneath him. Diego grabbed Martin's head and kissed him from behind as he continued to pump his jizz up Martin's butt. Martin darted his mouth into Diego's mouth and gladly welcomed the hot cum deep inside him.

For me, wearing a jock or assless underwear is my invitation to whomever to fuck my ass in a hallway or darkroom of a bathhouse. I never liked wearing a towel if I'm in a bathhouse to have sex. Walking around in a towel is way too much work. You want easy access. WOOF!

I love piss. i get off latching onto dick head, and drinking (clear piss) right from the tap. I love getting pissed on. It’s great feeling that warmth spread all over my body. If he’s pissing down my chest, I’m feverishly jerking off. And if it is down my back, I love fingering my butt hole as it is flowing down my butt crack. And Tina piss needs to go up my ass. Obviously, it takes a few minutes to kick in. But strong Tina piss up the ass gives me a rush almost as euphoric as a Slam. And as a top, I will do all of the above with my buddy.

Born to be between a guy's leg getting fed.

Went to dinner last night with friends and forgot I had Sniffies going. Got messaged by a guy nearby who wanted to fuck after I was done. Neither of us could host and so we swapped in the stairway of a parking garage. Good looking white boy of 19, home from college pumped two loads in him, took both his loads too.

About a week ago. Was staying at a hotel on Tenerife. It was late and the front desk guy popped up on Grindr. He couldn’t leave his post for long but there was a bathroom in the small lobby. He met me in the second stall. Tried to stay quiet as he fucked me against the wall but his cock was pretty thick. My moans and his grunts as he pumped me full of his load probably echoed throughout the lobby. Luckily no one was there. This was also a rare time where I physically felt my mood change with his load in me. I felt so satisfied and relaxed, and I hadn’t even cum myself.

Halloween—me n my bf went to the shady part of Detroit in an alleyway where a lot of homeless men hang out. I pulled my pants n underwear down, n my bf gave some money to 4 homeless guys who then fucked me while we were there.

So was he just experimenting or did he end up coming out? Also, did he swallow? 😏

Aaron felt so full with Ryan’s piss in him, but he also felt Ryan’s cock slowly getting softer so he knew he’d need to find a bathroom. “Ryan, lets get a shower and I can let all this piss you gave me out. Do you see where the bathroom is?” Ryan saw the door that was probably the bathroom and pointed it out. Aaron then started to get up, which caused Ryan’s still slightly chubbed cock to slide from his ass. This made both brothers to moan a little. Aaron made for the bathroom a little quickly as he was feeling the need to get that piss out of him. Ryan came in as Aaron was getting all that piss and cum out of him. Ryan started up the shower and noticed it was also a steam bath type so turned that on. Aaron came up behind Ryan and hugged him from behind, pushing his uncut cock up against his brother’s ass crack, and his right pec in his left hand, as his right went above Ryan’s bushy crotch. He started to nuzzle his brother’s neck, and slowly kiss his left ear with lips and tongue. This elicited a moan from Ryan, and he leaned into the kisses from his brother. Aaron whispered into Ryan’s ear, “I’ve always loved you Ryan, I just was always afraid to show it too much to you. I’ve really wanted to hold you like this for a long time. You’ve always meant more to me than just my brother.” Ryan turned around, bumping their hardening uncut cocks against each other, and reaching up to his brother’s stubbled cheeks, and pulled him into a hard kiss. Their tongues battling each other, their cocks rubbing together. Ryan could feel his brother’s hairy chest against his, and his brother’s hands roaming down his back to his butt. Then he could feel a wetness hitting his cheeks, and his brother vibrating a little. Aaron was holding him tightly to him and lightly crying while passionately kissing him. Ryan broke the kiss, “Aaron, why are you crying? What’s wrong.” “The person I love the most, I have probably done the worst to. How can I have let them do this to you. How can I have let myself given you what I have.” Ryan reached up and stroked his brother’s face, feeling the wetness of his tears, the stubble of his beard, the heat of his body, “Aaron, you didn’t do anything wrong. You gave me what I think I’ve needed. Maybe it wasn’t the way I would have planned it. They, you, have freed both of us. We both have been so scared of sex in some ways. Now we can just be free. Come on, get in the shower, let me feel my hot big brother’s body the way I’ve always wanted to. Then I want my big brother to take me to bed and make love to me, for him to give me his gift with all the love in him.” With that Ryan pulled is big brother into the hot shower, getting them both wet. Watching all Aaron’s body hair darken and lay on his body. He grabbed the bottle of soap and put some in his hand and began rubbing it into Aaron’s head, massaging his head and his neck, and pulled him into the water to rinse. Filling his hands with more soap he pulled Aaron back a little and began soaping his strong back. For the first time, Ryan noticed a little bit of hair here and there on his brother’s back. He thought it a was so hot to see the few strands like that. Soaping down his back towards his ass, he came to the little triangle of hair just above his crack and how it spread down and over his butt cheeks, and into a thicker amount in his ass. He loved how his brother’s ass felt so firm and yet soft, how the muscles moved has his brother moved. Ryan ran is hand into Aaron’s ass crack, and ran his slick fingers over his brother’s fuzzy hole, hearing Aaron sigh. Ryan continued down Aaron’s hairy legs. Feeling their powerful muscles, massaging the muscles. Feeling his brother’s strength. Coming around to the front of Aaron’s legs, he continued to massage going up. As his fingers lightly brushed against Aaron’s balls, he stopped and got more soap. Ryan began washing the front of the Aaron’s shoulders, lifting each arm to wash each of his hairy pits. Ryan ran his soapy fingers over Aaron’s hairy chest, feeling Aaron’s nipples harden with the touch, pinching each nipple causing Aaron to moan out loud. Continuing down the front of Aaron’s hairy body. Ryan finally come to Aaron’s trimmed bush, and very hard cock that was leaking his poison. Aaron’s foreskin was pulled about a third of the way down his head, and precum was slowly oozing from the eye. Ryan carefully took his brothers manhood in his soapy hands and loving soaped his brother. Feeling his hot cock, its hardness, pulling the foreskin forward covering the head. Then pushing the foreskin all the way back, exposing the wide head, soaping under the foreskin. Aaron moaning the whole time, and continuing to leak his poison. Ryan then carefully began running his hands over Aaron’s balls. Carefully, and lovingly feeling each one and back to Aaron’s hairy taint. After soaping and feeling every part of his brother, as Ryan has always wanted to do, he pulled Aaron under the water again to rinse off the soap. Ryan watched as the soap poured down his body exposing again just how hot his brother is. Aaron swooped his brother into his arms and passionately kissed him. “My turn little brother.” Aaron did the same for Ryan. Seeing all the hair coming in on Ryan’s body, just like his did. Running his fingers over the hole he wanted to be back inside of. Seeing Ryan’s precum pouring out of the funnel his copious foreskin made, a little jealous at how much skin his brother had. They got out of the shower and dried each other with the same love and affection as they washed each other. Both still leaking precum like there’s no tomorrow. Ryan then jumped into his brother’s arms, and Aaron had to put his hands under Ryan’s ass to hold him, his wet cock now poking a little into Ryan’s valley so near his hole. Ryan began to passionately kiss his big brother. Aaron sort of kneading Ryan’s butt cheeks as they kissed. Ryan pulled off the kiss and looked at Aaron, “Now big brother, I want you to make love to me, and give me your gift as it should be given. Give it to me, Aaron. Give me your gift, I want it. I want you. I want you to give it to me.” Then passionately kissed him again. Aaron carried Ryan back into the bedroom, and laid him on the bed with Aaron’s full weight on Ryan. Ryan ran his hands down his brother’s back on to his hairy ass, feeling them twitch as Aaron was slowing humping his cock against Ryan. “Ryan, I love you. If you want my toxic gift, then how can I say no to you my little brother. I’ve wanted you for so long.” Aaron started moving his body down and lifting Ryan’s fuzzy legs up. His face came to Ryan’s fuzzy bush and hard wet cock. Aaron took his cock into his mouth, and ran his tongue into the foreskin, tasting all the sweet precum, making Ryan moan in pleasure. Aaron wanted to have more of Ryan’s cock, but he wanted to be inside his brother again more. Aaron licked down Ryan’s balls, down his fuzzy taint, to his fuzzy hole, where he dove tongue first into his brother. Feeling his brother’s tightness around his tongue, feeling his heat, and tasting his brother. Ryan was almost screaming from the rimming Aaron was giving him. He felt Aaron’s tongue going in out of his ass. “Aaron, I need you in me, NOW. Please give me your cock. Fuck me.” Aaron came back up Ryan’s body bringing Ryan’s legs up and on his shoulders, and Ryan reached down taking Aaron’s hard leaking cock. Rubbing his brother’s exposed cock head against his hole, smearing the toxic precum on and in the lips of his hole. Aaron felt this, and squirted a little more precum just into the opening of Ryan’s hole. Ryan leaning up while holding Aaron’s exposed head against and just slightly in his hole, and Aaron leaned over to Ryan. As the brothers passionately kissed, Aaron’s cock slide into Ryan. The brothers moaned and screamed into each other’s mouths. Without breaking the kiss, the Aaron began slowly fucking Ryan. Pushing as far in as he could go, and then pulling back until he felt his cock head being gripped by Ryan’s hole. Sliding all the way back in. Ryan had his hands on Aaron’s ass, feeling the power in his brother’s ass as he fucked him, feeling the dimples come and go. He wanted Aaron to fuck him hard, but also just loved this slow fuck. “Aaron, fuck me. Go faster. Fuck me.” Aaron leaned over and sucked Ryan’s earlobe, and lightly into his ear, while still slowly fucking him, from deepest penetration to almost out. “No little brother, I’m in charge right now. I’ve loved you all my life, and I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to give you all my love, and my gift with all that love. This is how you should have lost your virginity, this is how you should get the gift you want. This is how I want to give it you.” Aaron then with all the love, all the passion, and heat of his body and soul, deeply kissed his brother as pressed his cock deeply into his brother, right into his inner ring. Ryan moaned, screamed into his brother’s mouth. His cock jerking between them, wanting to cum, but not quite there, but squirting out precum. Aaron couldn’t last much longer, he felt his balls drawing up tighter against him. “Ryan, my little brother, I’m going to cum in you soon, I’m going to give you my gift. You still want it?” “Aaron, give it to me, please. I want it. I want you to give it to me, to breed me with it. Please cum in me. I love you big brother, and want your toxic gift in me.” Aaron still moving at the same slow, loving pace, but this time a little more jerkiness to it because he was so close, slowly moved all the way inside Ryan, right inside his inner ring. Ryan’s inner ring was so tight against the head of his cock. Now he did push into his brother a little harder, a little faster, keeping the tip of dick inside that tight ring, so his cum will go into the deepest, most sensitive, most vulnerable part of his brother’s being. “I love you Ryan, take my toxic cum, take my gift.” Aaron clamped his mouth against Ryan’s, and shoved into Ryan with all his strength and passion, Ryan pulled his hands against the hard fuzzy ass cheeks of his brother trying to pull more of him in. Both brothers hit their orgasm together, screaming into their mouths. Ryan felt white hot heat flying into his inner being, knowing his brother’s toxic cum was going in him, deeply. Aaron’s ass making quick jabs, and all the while rubbing Ryan’s shooting cock between them. Aaron finally felt his orgasm slowing, but he kept pushing in, but pulling a little more back. Spreading his semen, and his gift, all over the inside of Ryan’s ass. Aaron leaned up from Ryan. Ryan reach up to his brother’s chest, feeling the sex sweat and heat in his hairy chest, then up his neck to his cheeks. Seeing his big brother’s watery eyes, “Thank you Aaron. I love you, thank you for your special gift. Now bring that cock up here so I can taste it as I’ve wanted to.” Aaron pulled out of Ryan, and knee walked up to Ryan’s mouth. Ryan immediately took his brother’s still hard cock in his mouth. Loving the mixed flavors of his own ass and Aaron’s cum. Aaron still had a small blast left apparently and shot some into Ryan’s mouth. Aaron then pulled his cock out and turned around, so they could each clean each other’s cocks off the natural way, loving each other’s taste. One toxic and the other not, for long. As the brothers were relaxing after their intense love making, a hidden camera switched off, followed by Bart coming in the room. “That was the hottest scene I’ve ever seen. I’ll give you two a copy of it. I do believe there’s more than just brotherly love between you two.” “Here’s your clothes and car keys. Your free to go. Little Bro I’m sure has been infected, and after that little show, will be again real soon if that didn’t take. In about five weeks we’re having a little conversion party, we’d love for you two to be here. I’m sure little brother will have converted by then, and may even still have the fuck flu. We have a neg virgin and another neg chaser coming, and you two would be great additions. We can also make it a celebration of you two getting your tats like ours.”